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golden-moony · 7 months ago

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rumour has it | LN4

pairings: lando norris x model!fem!oc summary: everyone knows Lando has been single for a while, but when fans start to notice too many coincidences involving him and a model, his relationship status suddenly becomes the center of attention.

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user1 f1's greatest wag

user2 SAY IT LOUDER user3 apparently max has competition now👀 user4 user3 NEVER user5 user3 context??? user6 user5 according to f1twt lando is on vacation not only with friends and family but also with a model named irina user7user5 crazy people who assume that Lando and Irina are together just because they are both on a yacht at sea🤦‍♀️

team_quadrant things we love to see 🫶

user8 aww literal boyfriends

user9 i guess not only "besties" are on vacation with lando right now huh ☕

user10 i'm gone for 1 minute and now lando is supposedly dating a new girl??? bro give me a break

user11 nah they're not dating, i don't even think they're in the same place tbh 😂😂 user12 user11 i've been saying this!!! people see them on a yacht and at sea and assume they're next to each other lol

user13 can we focus on lando and max matching outfits?? 😻

user14 they're soulmates if u ask me user15 best duo for real 🧡

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user1 i'm here for f1twt but bro i didn't expect her to be so beautiful like omg??

user2 RIGHT??? i think i'm in love now 😍 user3 i was ready to be jealous of her but now i'm jealous of lando tbh user4 user3 MOOD. SHE'S SO PRETTY

user5 oh lando i totally get you now 😳

user6 man has incredible taste honestly

user7 i'm no better than a man omg

lailahasanovic what a woman🥵🔥

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user8 laila sweety what are u doing here?? user9 user8 u new here? laila and irina have been friends for a long time lol user10 user9 when people find out that Irina has more wag friends they're gonna lose their minds😂

user11 lando this lando that but IRINA HOW CAN YOU BE SO PRETTY???? 😍😍

user12 not lando liking the pic😂

user13 he's been liking irina's pics for months now, this is nothing new haha user14 i'm more surprised to see ria in the likes tbh user15 yeah yeah but WHAT ABOUT KIKA??? user16 user15 they've worked together

user17 STUNNING 😍😍😍

user18 JUST ONE CHANCE IRINA PLEASE😭🙏

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user1 y'all he's mine go away

user2 get in line girl 🙄 user3 i'm afraid he's already taken user4 user3 WHAT DID I MISS?? user5 user4 girl where have u been the last week?😂 streets are sayin' he's on vacation with a model user6 user4 he's on vacation with friends, don't believe dumb rumors

user7 SIR I WASN'T PREPARED OMG😳��

user8 liked by irina krausse 👀

user9 she's trying so hard to be relevant

user10 user9 ... it's just a like, jeez

user11 i would kill for that smile 🥹

user12 FR SO PRETTY user13 lando's smile >>>>>> user14 okay but now imagine that irina was the one who took the photo and lando is looking at her like this🥹 user15 user14 STOP my heart would melt 😩 user16 user14 I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING

mclaren lookin' good 🔥🔥

user17 admin being a total mood

danielricciardo cool pics, can i borrow the photographer?😇

landonorris no. user18 DANNY WHAT DO YOU KNOW

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user1 WOAH

user2 my sentiments exactly

lilymhe it should be illegal to look this good in public💘

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user3 LILY?????? user4 is this a way of welcoming the new wag? 👀 user5 user4 this clout chaser is NOT a wag user6 user5 jealous much? lol user7 lily honey tell us what u know pleeeease

user8 i wanna be lando so bad right now 😳

user9 she looks like luisa or is it just me?

user10 I'm glad I'm not the only one who noticed the resemblance🫣 user11 lando clearly has a type �� user12 luisa is way more beautiful than this girl. user13 user12 there's no need to compare two gorgeous women, grow up

user14 A WARNING NEXT TIME PLEASE i wasn't ready for the last pic 🥵

user15 this is such a mood tbh user16 and lando is getting all that i can't believe his luck 😫

user17 SO PRETTY OMG 😍😍

user18 is that lando's hand in the 5th pic or am i crazy?

user19 IT'S HIS BRACELET 100% user20 you're crazy indeed

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landonorris CARLANDO PODIUM BABY!! 🏆

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mclaren EVERYBODY LOVED THAT 🔥🔥

user1 let's go team!!! user2 PLEASE MCLAREN WE NEED THEM TOGETHER AGAIN😭😭 user3 ADMIN BEING A TOTAL MOOD RN user4 vamooooos!!!!! user5 ADMIN IS ONE OF US ❤️🧡

user6 massive win for us Carlando girlies 😭💖

user7 I'M SO HAPPY OMG user8 my carlando heart is full of joy rn 😭❤️‍🩹

user9 YOU GUYS SLAYEDDDDD ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

carlossainz55 VAMOS, CABRÓN 👊🏆

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user10 carlando nation we really won 🥹 user11 BEST DUO FR 🚀 user12 OUR BOYS ❤️🧡

team_quadrant i'm not crying, you are 😭😭

user13 are u crying?? hahaha... i think i'm crying! user14 user13 elite reference right there

user15 best podium of the season!!! 🫶

irinakrausse That was a smooth operation indeed! 🫡🏆

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user16 so we got carlando podium AND irina's first comment on lando's ig? HOW ARE WE FEELING CHAT? user17 user16 OH WE REALLY WON user18 hard launch is around the corner y'all 👀 user19 user18 *pretends to be shocked* 😂

user20 SO PROUD OF YOU TWO 🧡🧡

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user1 HE POSTED IRINA!!!!!

user2 it was about damn time! user3 bro really said i'm in love and i want everyone to know that user4 user3 and i respect him for it 😂 user5 user3 i mean it's irina, who could blame him? user6 is that really irina? user7 user6 they're in the same place, you can confirm it in Irina's stories

user8 5th slide is my new roman empire

user9 the way i just SCREAMED omg user10 wasn't expecting that at all 😂

user11 he didn't win the championship but won at love🫶 how cute

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user12 HE LIKED IT OMG user13 that like it's all the confirmation i need

user14 bestie don't be shy and drop more pics with irina 🤭

user15 are we gonna talk about the unicorn helmet or what?

user16 that's high fashion if u ask me user17 i'll never understand how irina fell in love with lando when he has this kind of looks😂 user18 user17 yeah but have you seen lando? 🫦 user19 user17 she saw he was rich and fell for him lol user20 user19 ugh haters are not allowed in here, go away🤮

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user1 the real question is: can lando fight?

user2 one day you're fighting for lando and the next you're fighting WITH lando user3 user2 that's the ✨irina effect✨

user4 this woman is unreal 😍😍

user5 lando watch out cause you and i are not friends

user6 so we're all in love with irina right? user7 user6 of course we are! user8 user6 i mean just look at her! 😻

user9 irina please drop your hair routine for the girlies🙏

user10 c'mon guys!!! new year has to bring their relationship confirmation (i'm probably delulu but whatever)

user11 we've waited enough, i can't do this anymore😩 user12 we need to keep manifesting 🕯️🕯️

user13 STUNNING 😍

landonorris do you wanna build a snowman?

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user14 alright bro's in love 😂 user15 sir u need to keep workin on these pickup lines user16 lando no-rizz strikes again user17 user16 i meaaan irina loves disney movies, so i guess he does have the rizz 🤷‍♀️

user18 MOTHER IS MOTHERING 🔥🔥🔥

user19 okay but who was the photographer? 👀

user20 sis we all know the answer to that 😏

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user1 Y'ALL IT'S HAPPENING OMFG

user2 MOM AND DAD 🗣️🗣️

user3 IT'S FINALLY OFFICIAL

maxfewtrell woah hold on, irina was your gf?

georgerussell63 WAIT WHAT carlossainz55 WAIT WHAT alex_albon WAIT WHAT maxverstappen1 WAIT WHAT danielricciardo WAIT WHAT charles_leclerc WAIT WHAT landonorris y'all stfu 🙄 user4 LOOOOOOL user5 it was the worst secret ever kept 😂

user6 alexa play that should be me (u two are so cute tho😻)

user7 i wanna be sad but i'm actually so happy for them🥹 user8 user7 MOOD they're adorable 😍

user9 lando you lucky man 😳

user10 they're both lucky tbh user11 user10 hottest couple ever fr 🥵

user12 ARE YOU FUCKING SEEING THIS CHAT WHATJSNFJKSNDKFFNCN

user13 YESSSSSJSNFKS IM SO HAPPY I WANNA CRY user14 we've waited MONTHS but it was so worth it🥹💗

mclaren QUEEN AND KING 👑💘

user15 admin is one of us, no doubt

user16 last pic it's so cute i can'tttt🥺

user17 lando is really setting a high standard here

user18 FR irinakrausse where did u find this man? asking for a friend user19 i need a lando in my life like rn

irinakrausse alexa play london boy by taylor swift

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irinakrausse oh and i love u moreeee🥰❤️‍🔥 user21 CUTEST COUPLE EVER user22 can u two adopt me please?🥺 user23 AND SHE'S A SWIFTIE? irina just became my fav wag 🛐

user24 ok ok but does this mean we'll get more of Irina at the races this year or what?

user25 i mean i hope so irinakrausse you'll have to wait and see (yes) user26 YAY OMFG I CANT WAIT !!!!!!

author's note: hope y'all enjoyed it! would love to know your thoughts <3 btw feel free to leave any request 🤍

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ive been looking at all your horst art again recently (totally not working on fanart) and i have so many questions about your ocs!! like

1. how did haunted lose stygian and do they ever end up reunited? does it have to do with the weird nightwing school-cult thing?

2. i just noticed that nacre has very similar barbels to porpoise, who used to be the seawing queen, even though rorqual is the regent queen--is that on purpose? (haha. on porpoise. anyway i also have a lesbian seawing oc named porpoise so ?!?! what a world)

3. does astral have the same butterfly-looking wings that you draw all of your other nightwings with (i forget the word for them sorry) and if not, why?

4. what was the reason for the seawing revolution that mako was a part of in the first place?

thank you so much if you decide to answer these, i love your worldbuilding and your art ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the quastions I am eating well!!

1.It does have to do with the cult! This is mildly spoilery but the fact that Stygian disappears at all is a spoiler, so: Stygian was taken away partly because he had a prophetic vision and partly to thwart the escape plan he and Haunted had been working on. On the same night a guard (Wistful) took the chaos and Haunted’s resistance as an excuse to kill Haunted, which, yknow, failed because Haunted goes on to meet Fennec. As to whether or not Haunted and Stygian reunite, we will have to see! :)

2. That wasn’t on purpose I’m afraid, I just tend to fall into patterns when making my characters lol. Porpoise is actually the ancestor of Rorqual! Hence why they both have Cetacean names (Rorqual’s mother was named Costero and her sister is Vaquita!). Also hell yes gay Porpoises!!!

3. She does! If I’ve drawn her otherwise that’s a mistake :,) Ironically I’ve done a lot of retconning regarding Astral’s wings lately

4. A group of workers died due to the negligence of a noble family. When the royal court dismissed any demands for justice and basically just thoughts-and-prayers’d them, dragons started saying ‘’hey what the fuck’’, got subsequently locked up for standing up to the court, leading to more dragons saying “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” (this is an oversimplification of a very topical political circumstance but I’m sure you get the gist). Apparently when you try to sweep the lives of people’s loved ones under the rug they get mad???? Crazy huh!

thank you so much!! I’m so glad you like my silly horses :)

#bog talks #horst #haunted #stygian #wistful #who apparently I never posted here???#Porpoise #rorqual #astral #Mako

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ambiguous-avery · 1 month ago

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Chasing Shadows, Part 1

Dean Winchester x OC fem!Touched!Reader/You | WC: 2,999

Summary: She’s never been afraid of the dark, not really. She’s more concerned about getting lost in it. He’s haunted by every dark deed he’s ever done. It’s constantly nipping at his heels like a hell hound. He’s her light in the dark, and she’s the one bit of darkness he’s willing to embrace.

A series of murders has drawn the Winchesters to your small town, and for some reason, you’re at the center of it all. What are you hiding? And why does it seem to be painting a target on those around you?

Tags/Warnings: No use of Y/N, canon-typical violence, eventual romance, eventual smut, fluff and angst, POV alternating (sometimes a little all over the place), no beta we die like men

Disclaimer: The base concept of Touched comes from @aylacavebear and is used with permission. I’ve taken creative liberties with it.

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my work anywhere before, so this is a huge leap of faith for me. I’ve just gotten into the Supernatural fandom, so forgive me if there are things that don’t line up with the canon. I’m still in the early seasons of the show! I’m also new to writing x reader fics, so feedback is always welcome! I'll probably end up adding warnings as this goes on. Chasing Shadows Series Masterlist

This was the fifth murder in two weeks. The reports Sam had found had hinted at possible ritual killings due to the bodies reportedly being bloodless, but really, the Winchesters knew better. Everything about the deaths screamed vampires, so the question was less about ‘what’ was killing and more about ‘how many’ were doing the killing. Dean adjusted the collar of his suit and squared his shoulders before knocking on the door in front of him. Their initial snooping into the cases had led them to the most recent victim’s best friend. You.

“Hello,” Dean said your name and flashed his fake FBI badge with practiced ease. “I’m Agent Ehart; this is Agent Greer. We were hoping we could ask you some questions.” You gave each of them a quick visual once-over before you stepped aside and opened the door wider for them. They each gave a quick, appreciative nod and situated themselves on a couch in the living room, looking wholly out of place against the decorations and outdated couch fabric.

“Can I get either of you something to drink?” you asked. Sam shook his head.

“We’re alright, thank you. I’d like to start off with "we're very sorry for your loss." I’m sure it isn’t easy,” he began, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together.

“Thank you,” your tone was clipped as you sat down across from them. Your body language spoke volumes. The way your shoulders were hunched. The way you almost seemed to curl in on yourself, trying to be as small as possible. Your eyes were still red and swollen, the result of at least one recent cry session, probably more. “I already spoke with the police.”

“We understand. See, we’re conducting our own investigation. With so many recent incidents happening in such a short span of time, we’ve been called in,” Sam said, keeping his tone polite but professional.

“So… five deaths is the threshold for the police to bring in the big guns, huh?” They thought you might have been trying to make a joke, but there wasn’t any humor in your voice. Dean wet his lips before responding.

“Something like that… if it isn’t too much to ask, could you go over the night it happened? Anything stand out in your memory?”

You thought for a moment, running the night through your mind. As you reiterated the evening to them, they listened with rapt attention. You had been over the story so often and in so much detail that it was beginning to sound rehearsed. In a way, it sort of was.

“We were out at a restaurant. We’ve both been so busy lately that we haven’t had some girl time, so we were catching up. It was uneventful, really,” you said with a half shrug. “The strangest thing about the night was a guy who crashed into her on our way out. But again, I’ve already told the police about him.” You looked at Agent Ehart, trying to get a read on him. Unsurprisingly, he wore a sort of grim determination on his face, but there was something else there. You weren’t sure you could put your finger on it. He seemed a bit young to be an agent – both of them did – but he carried the world-weariness of someone who had lived many more lifetimes than appearance would suggest. You wondered what kind of stories he might share over a drink or two.

“Tell me more about this guy,” the one with longer hair – Agent Greer, was it? – cut in. You jerked your head to look at the other agent, abruptly pulled back into the present moment.

“I dunno. There’s not much to say about him. We stepped out of the restaurant, and he walked right into her. Knocked her purse to the ground. All her stuff spilled out, and he couldn’t even be bothered to stop and apologize. Kinda seemed like he was drunk with the way he was stumbling on his feet.” You shifted a bit in your seat. Now was hardly the time to get distracted, not when you were a hair's breadth away from falling to pieces.

“Have you seen him around town before?” the same agent continued.

“Can’t say I have. Then again, I tend to keep to myself when I’m out and about. I don’t think I’d be able to recognize the barista I see every few days if I passed them in a grocery store.”

“I see… and you’re sure there’s nothing else you can think of that seems… odd to you? Really, any detail you might feel doesn’t matter might end up being quite significant. No matter how unbelievable it might be.” You were quiet for a moment, debating. “I promise, there’s nothing you can tell us that we haven’t heard before,” Agent Greer pushed. Something about the hazel-eyed agent’s tone made his words heavier, like there was a more profound meaning behind them than he was letting on. You swallowed hard, gaze dropping to the ground.

The first chink in your carefully curated mask showed as a flicker of something flashed behind your eyes. The short-haired agent leaned forward, the movement catching your attention. You looked up, and you’re sure that if circumstances were different, you could’ve gotten lost in the agent’s green eyes.

“Sweetheart, please. We want to catch this guy and keep him from killing anyone else.” His voice was soft and sounded more genuine than the other officers who had questioned you the day before, and somehow, the ‘sweetheart’ nickname didn’t grate on you coming from him. Maybe it was the way his voice rolled over you. Or maybe it was because he had a pretty face.

“I didn’t do this,” you said quietly.

“I know you didn’t.”

“I feel like I’m going crazy or I’m being vain or something.” You maintained your eye contact with him as though it would make him believe you. “I knew them. All of them. Not well, mind you. Some more than others.” The crack in your mask splintered further. “I know how this looks, but I swear I didn’t have anything to do with it. I know you don’t believe me, but I promise on everything that matters to me.” Your voice cracked, and you squeezed your eyes shut, the familiar feeling of stinging tears behind your eyelids. The sound of fabric rustling drew your attention, and when you opened your eyes, the agent who called you ‘sweetheart’ was standing beside you, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You leaned into the touch slightly. He was warm, and the touch was comforting.

“Don’t worry. You can tell us anything. We’ll get him,” he said.

They didn’t get much more information out of you. Your inability to give them a solid description of the guy you saw outside of the restaurant was a real damper on their investigation. However, Dean had left a card with his name and number with you on the off chance you remembered anything else. With a heavy sigh, Dean set the duffel bag he was holding onto the motel bed, running a hand through his hair. Sam was seated at the small table in the room, typing away on his laptop.

“What do you think, Sammy? Still dealing with a vamp?” The two had done away with the stiff suits, and Dean was happier back in his t-shirt and denim.

“I mean, every report I find talks about the bodies being exsanguinated. I don’t know many other creatures that would do that.” Sam turned his computer, letting Dean look over the documents they had gotten from the local police.

“What about a chupacabra?” Dean suggested.

“Everything I can find about those says they go for livestock rather than humans. Vamps fit the bill the best.”

“Yeah, but… the thing that I can’t figure out is ‘why her’? She said she spent time with each of them the same day they were attacked. Vamps don’t usually have a pattern that centers around one person,” Dean said, leaning over to skim the computer screen.

“Maybe it’s a vengeful spirit that’s latched onto her?”

“That would explain the victims’ connection to her but not the blood loss. Unless it has something to do with how the spirit died. But even then, there’s no report of the crime scenes being particularly bloody.” Sam leaned back in his seat as Dean spoke, drumming his fingers on the table.

“And we’re positive she’s not a part of all of this? She said she didn’t tell the police about her connections with the first vic because she didn’t want eyes on her. That’s not something that someone innocent says,” Sam asked while taking his laptop back and scrolling through the reports again, as if some new detail would stand out to him.

You had said that you knew all the victims, but the extent of which varied greatly. The first one was an old friend of your parents who you didn’t interact with much, but the one time you did, he was attacked. Victim two was a coworker in a different department who was attacked after a lunch meeting with you. Number three was a taxi driver who had driven you home after a late night at the office, and number four was someone you had met at a bar and shared a drink or two with. Ultimately, though, you hadn’t ended up going home with him. And the most recent one had been your best friend, one you had just hung out with the night of the attack. You weren’t wrong. It was extremely suspicious that you had a connection to all of them, no matter how insignificant it seemed. You had never mentioned your connection to the first victim, and the next three had far stronger connections with others that the police never really glanced your way. Number five was the first time they had looked closely at you, but without the knowledge of your link to any of the others, nothing looked suspicious to them.

The Winchesters weren’t buying it.

They spent the better part of the day doing as much digging into the cases as they could, even managing to schmooze their way into the morgue to see the body. As the medical examiner pulled back the sheet to reveal the body, both Dean and Sam’s gazes locked onto the very obvious bite mark on the victim’s neck.

“Kinda gruesome, isn’t it?” the medical examiner asked. He was a younger kid, probably in his mid twenties, if they had to guess.

“You can say that again,” Dean mumbled, slowly looking up and down the body.

“All the victims have the same kind of wound on them?” Sam asked, motioning to his own neck. The examiner nodded.

“Unfortunately so. I try not to jump to conclusions, but I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors of these being ritual killings. Hard not to assume the worst when everything’s pointing in the same direction. Have you guys seen anything like this before?”

“Not exactly like this,” Dean said, shaking his head.

Everything pointed to a cut and dry vamp nest except for the way they were targeting victims. Why you? More specifically, why those around you but not you directly? Maybe one of the vamps had a vendetta? That would’ve only made partial sense. Only two of the victims seemed to have a more profound connection to you – the neighbor and the best friend. They spent the drive back to the hotel running through every possibility. The sun was sinking behind the hills by the time Dean got out of the shower and dressed.

“There has to be something we’re missing,” he said as he took a seat on the bed.He grabbed the jar of Dead Man’s Blood from the duffel bag he had shoved beneath the bed and spun it in his hands, his leg bouncing. They had exhausted just about every avenue including variations of vampires in different myths and lore across the world. Nothing was fitting the bill.

“We can always go back and ask her more questions tomorrow,” Sam offered.

“Yeah but what do we even ask? She already said she has no idea why anyone or anything would target her. And I know lying isn’t completely out of the realm of possibility, but it just seems... unlikely. Our last option is that she’s in on it, and something’s telling me that’s not the case.”

“You sure you’re thinking with the right head about that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh please, do you think I’m blind?” Sam scoffed, a light smile playing on his lips. “You’re a sucker for those big, doe ‘help me’ eyes.”

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, “She’s a pretty girl in a shitty situation.” The jar of blood was still in his hand, the liquid sloshing around as he tilted it back and forth. Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna swoop in, save the day, get the girl, and ride off into the sunset.” Dean flashed him his signature boyish grin, the kind of grin that Sam knew was going to get them into trouble sooner rather than later. “Look, just keep it in your pants until we figure this out, yeah?” He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. Maybe if they looked more into your connection with the victims, something else would show up.

Dean’s phone went off in his pocket, and he set the jar down on the bedside table before fishing it out of his pocket. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he looked at the number. He didn’t recognize it.

“Hello?” He asked, hitting the speaker button.

“Dean?” your voice crackled over the phone’s crappy speakers. You sounded scared. Dean was on his feet, grabbing the Impala’s keys from his other pocket as you spoke. “I think I’m being followed.”

“Where are you at, sweetheart? We’re on our way.” You rattled off a cross street then for good measure, gave a landmark for reference. “Stay around other people, anywhere with lots of foot traffic.” There was no response.

The part of town you had directed them to was the opposite of what Dean had advised. It was a commercial area some distance away from the downtown shopping district several blocks over. What in the world were you doing out this late with all the recent incidents? You had better not have been trying to solve this yourself. Dean had parked, and the two of them armed themselves for a fight. On second thought, maybe it was a blessing in disguise that you had been out of the way of others. There was no one to judge them as they briskly moved down the sidewalk, checking down the alleys between the buildings. The sound of a scuffle and a pained cry from the next building up caught their ears, and the two of them hoofed it.

The boys turned the corner just in time to watch the vampire sink his teeth into you. The scream in your throat died to a soft whimper, hands uselessly grabbing at the vampire’s arms as it held you against the brick wall. Dean was the first to respond, firing off a bullet soaked in Dead Man’s Blood before Sam even had a chance to aim. It took two more shots before the vampire finally relented, dropping you to the ground, fangs still holding a chunk of your flesh it ripped from you. It clutched at its side where the bullets had sunken in before turning and booking it around the corner. Dean and Sam shared a knowing glance before Dean chased after it. Sam tucked his own gun into the waistband of his pants and knelt down beside you, worry and concern and anger etched into his features. Your eyes had slid closed, and your own blood soaked your shirt, oozing from the open wound in your neck. Sam gingerly eased you so you were sitting up rather than lying in a crumpled heap on the cold ground. He winced, quickly finding your wrist to check for a pulse. Even with his expectations on the ground, Sam was still disappointed when he didn’t feel anything.

“Shit... I’m sorry,” he breathed, brushing stray hair from your face. “I’m sorry we weren’t quick enough.” He stood up, pulled out his own gun, and chased after Dean, mentally promising that he’d make it up to you by killing this son of a bitch.

“I’m telling you, Sam, it was weird. It was like the Dead Man’s Blood had no effect. No lethargy, no weakening of his abilities, nothing. We saw his teeth. If that thing ain’t a vamp, then I’m the queen of England.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it’s because we caught him mid-feed? Maybe the fresh and dead blood cancel each other out in a way?”

“I dunno. But if there’s one, there’s bound to be a nest of them. And we’re gonna need a lot more blood than what we have on hand. Which alley did you leave the vic down?”

“Seriously, Dean?” Sam stopped abruptly, grabbing Dean’s shoulder and staring hard at him. Dean ran a hand over his face and pressed his lips together in a tight line.

“Look, it’s better to do it before the body’s locked behind yellow tape. We need every advantage we can get, and we might as well make her death worth something. Plus, she gets revenge on her killer. It’s a win-win situation.” Sam sighed and shook his head, letting his hand fall away from Dean.

“I hate it when you make sense,” he grumbled, turning the corner. The two of them stopped dead in their tracks.

“Sam...” Dean began slowly, “where’s the body?” Sam gaped at the empty alleyway. For a moment, he thought maybe he had made a wrong turn, but he recognized the dumpster with the mattress sticking out of it.

“That is a great question...”

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𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏𝟕

Where the descendant of a legendary quirk longs to rewrite history by becoming a hero. But in order to fulfill her dream, she must first face off against ghosts from her past and a growing attraction for the insufferable Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

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Because of the short deadline, everyone was scurrying to pick an internship and turn it into Mr. Aizawa before the end of the day. Thankfully, Present Mic gave them free time after completing a worksheet to look over their options one last time. "Hey," Sana whispered. The ash blonde in front of her didn't react. She smacked his shoulder when he refused to respond. "Who did you choose?" Bakugou turned his head back with an annoyed expression.

Neither of them had brought up the kiss. Their interactions were as chaotic as ever, though, both of them enjoying riling the other up even more now. They'd made their feelings perfectly clear yesterday—no more games.

Bakugou had taken Sana's displays of affection in the past with a grain of salt, aware of her overly friendly nature. He knew he'd been crushing on the strawberry blonde for awhile now, but he hadn't planned on acting on said feelings until they were in second or third year, after cementing his place at the top. Dating was something he'd never given any thought to, having been too swept up in his own head. He'd always assumed that mushy crap like that was beneath him. But there wasn't a single part of him that regretted what happened on that rooftop. He'd imagined kissing her for weeks—months. Every time she opened her mouth to say something annoying or sarcastic he'd wanted nothing more than to shut her up with a kiss.

Sana wasn't the weak, pathetic extra he'd thought she was. She shattered his initial view of her every chance she got, consistently proving how strong and capable she was to those around her. He was right to compare her to Deku at the beginning of the year after all. They both had more perseverance than he gave them credit for.

There was one thing they could agree on, which was that no one could know what happened. Whether this is a casual thing (which they hoped wasn't the case), or something more, they both wanted to keep it on the down low for as long as possible. It wasn't that Bakugou was ashamed of the Sakano beauty or vice versa. It came down to privacy. Intimate moments like yesterday didn't need to be shared with anyone else. Their classmates, while total sweethearts, were a little too nosy for their own good sometimes. Bakugou saw firsthand how effected Sana was by the incident with the reporters, how uncomfortable their prying made her. That was why he'd stepped in to help, even though at the time he wasn't sure why he'd bothered.

Maybe, without his knowledge, a part of him had known, even back then, what fate had in store. He could feel their red strings, so intricately tangled it would be nearly impossible to unravel them, pulling the two closer and closer each passing day.

"Isn't it obvious? The pro with the highest rank," he grunted, kicking his foot up on the desk.

Sana flipped through her packet in boredom. "I have it narrowed down to two, and they're both pretty high in rankings." She dropped her forehead on the desk with a groan. "I don't know who to choose."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Then pick the one that can help you with your weaknesses, dumbass."

"Wow, you're so smart. Why didn't I think of that?" Her deadpan delivery made his eye twitch.

Kirishima leaned over to join the conversation. "Yeah, it must be hard to choose when you have so many options, huh?"

"See?" She smacked Bakugou's shoulder again. "He gets it."

"What are you asking her for?" He barked at the redhead, pressing his thumb into his chest.. "I got more-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sana waved her hand dismissively and turned towards Kirishima, who desperately tried to disguise his snort as a cough. "Who did you pick, Ei?" The two friends happily ignored the pomeranian in human form growling and pouting between them. She eagerly nodded along as Kirishima went on about all the manly things he was going to learn from Fourth Kind during his internship.

"Bakubro! You're interning under Best Jeanist, right?" Kirishima grinned at the ash blonde with a look of awe. Sana could see how their friendship grew and strengthened with every interaction, and it made her happy that Bakugou was making deeper connections with people. He'd been so against it at the start of term, labeling those he considered beneath him "extras" and unworthy of his time. Now, he was slowly starting to view those close to him as equals, having earned his respect and attention.

... now all that's left is getting him to remember our names, she shook her head in amusement.

Bakugou smirked with his eyes closed, as cocky as ever. "That's right."

While their seat mates oohed and ahhed around them, Sana looked down at her packet once again. Two highlighted names stared back at her. The lunch bell rang, pulling her out of her stupor. While her classmates stood and walked towards the cafeteria, Todoroki stopped next to her desk. "Let's walk together."

"Okay," Sana agreed. The two friends walked quietly behind their classmates, both having so much to say, but unsure where to start. "Who are you considering for the internship?" She finally broke the silence.

The dual haired boy sighed deeply. "Endeavor Agency."

"Really?" Sana gasped, looking at him with wide eyes before quickly facing forward. "I just thought..." She didn't know what to say. She never thought Shoto would willingly choose to work with his father.

"I need to embrace my fire side. He's the only one that can help me." He glanced at her curiously from the corner of his eye. "Did he send you an offer?"

"Actually, yeah." Seeing his agency listed had been quite a shock considering their tumultuous relationship. She'd never gotten along with the hero, loathing him for the mistreatment of his entire family. He was a cruel man, a monster, and she'd made a point of reminding him of that over the years. "I couldn't believe it."

"I asked him to." They both came to a halt in the middle of the busy hallway. "I thought we could use the internships to train together, like old times."

"Sho," Sana shook her head. "I can't accept his offer." The red-and-white haired boy opened his mouth to argue but she held up a hand to silence him. "It's not just because of who he is." She took a long, shaky breath. "You ignored me for a year because you thought I chose your father over you. If I say yes to this, aren't I just proving you right? I'd be using him to get ahead, just like you said."

"I was wrong to think that way-" Sana shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, anyway." She sighed with a shrug. "I've learned everything I can from Endeavor." She started walking again, the Todoroki boy trailing behind her with a puzzled look in his eyes. "There's nothing else he can teach me."

I'm not sure there's a Pro anywhere that can help me with the drawbacks of my quirk.

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Bright and early Saturday morning, Umi was in the middle of baking snacks for Sana to eat on the train the following morning when she was rushed out of the kitchen by someone banging on glass. The front door was practically shaking on the hinges under the forceful knocks. The woman hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron and opened the door. "Hello- oh, it's you." Her kind face now looking pinched.

Bakugou's nose scrunched up. "Huh? What'd you say-"

Umi shut the door in his face with a firm "wait here." A muffled "Oi!" could be heard before the harsh knocks started up again with a new fervor.

I don't get paid enough for this, the woman sighed, feeling her gray hairs multiplying as she climbed the steps to Sana's room. She knocked softly before peeking inside, finding the strawberry blonde blissfully unaware of the demonic presence downstairs. She quietly approached the bed and laid a hand on the girl's arm to gently wake her. Hazy, plum-colored irises blinked up at her in confusion.

"Umi...?"

"That rather unpleasant boy is here to see you."

"Wha-" Sana blinked, not fully awake yet. Once her brain processed the description Umi gave her, she blinked again, startled. She shot up into a seated position. "Bakugou's here?!" Umi shrugged, unable to confirm or deny the boy's identity. Sana scrambled from the bed, nearly falling flat on her face when her foot got caught in the covers. "Stall him! I'll be down in a minute," she yelled, sprinting into the bathroom to make herself presentable.

The second time Umi opened the front door, she was met with a death stare. "The young miss will see you now." The woman's smile was sweet enough to give him a toothache. Bakugou grunted, pushing past her into the house. A thump from upstairs made them both look up, the noise quickly followed by a muffled curse. "She'll be down in a moment." Umi moved towards the kitchen, then stopped. "Try not to touch anything, Mister...?"

"Bakugou." The woman hummed in acknowledgement, grumbling under her breath as she returned to the kitchen. Bakugou immediately touched the closest object: a hideous vase that probably cost more than his father's car.

He glanced around, not having had much time to take in this part of the house the last time he'd been inside, if you could even call it a house. The place itself was basically a mansion, elegantly decorated with white marble floors and golden accents. Everything was kept tidy and neat, which didn't sit well with Bakugou. The space felt empty and unlived in. It resembled a set from a movie rather than an actual home.

He caught a glimpse of a portrait hanging over the fireplace in one of the side rooms and walked over. It was small reading area with shelves of books, a lounge chair, and a small sofa. He recognized a much younger Sana in the middle of the picture with her father on her left. A large empty space on the right made the portrait appear incomplete. Bakugou hadn't heard any mention of Sana's mother except during the cavalry battle against that 1-B bastard.

"He had it painted over."

Bakugou turned at the sound of her voice, a fully-dressed Sana watching him from the foot of the staircase with a faraway look in her eye. Her hair was a little windswept from using her quirk to move around her room at the speed of light. Her gaze moved from him to the portrait. "My mom," she elaborated, hesitantly stepping through the doorway and gesturing towards the empty space on the canvas. "He had her painted out."

Bakugou looked at the portrait with new eyes, noticing the distance between father and daughter. The firm hand gripping her small shoulder. How neither of them were smiling despite her being a child at the time it was commissioned. Didn't kids always smile?

"Your dad sounds like a fuckin' dick," he said, glaring at her father's portrait. "What did she look like?" He wondered aloud, turning his vermilion eyes to her. Besides their hair color, Sana and her father shared no other similarities. Their personalities and mannerisms were completely different as well. Katuski was grateful that the man hadn't corrupted her too much.

He might've believed Sana's projection of resigned indifference if it wasn't for the sadness in her eyes as she stared at the picture. "I don't remember how she looked," she whispered with a small, bitter smile, quickly averting her eyes.

Looked. Bakugou noted the use of past tense while referring to her mother. The woman was either dead or long gone. If Todoroki's recollection of their shared traumatic past was anything to go by, Sana and Shoto were doomed to be unhappy from the start. It seems the more Katsuki learned about the great Sakano legacy, the more he desired to free Sana from her past, as well as beat the shit out of Yoichi Sakano.

"You look nice," Sana broke the momentary silence. Bakugou wasn't wearing one of his usual outfits. He wore an open maroon short sleeve button up, a black tee—no skull, she noticed—and tan cargo pants. A black backpack was slung across his back. A watch with a black, braided leather band was on his left wrist. "So, what brings you here?"

"We're going out." His vermilion eyes examined her outfit carefully before nodding in approval. "You're good. Let's go." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room and into the foyer.

"Wait a minute!" She grabbed onto his forearm with both hands and planted her feet, trying in vain to slow the blonde down. "You can't just show up unannounced and expect me to leave without any questions. What if I had plans or something?" She chided. Bakugou ruffled his hair with a grimace.

"Do you have plans?" His tone was full of exasperation.

She paused dramatically, enjoying how uncomfortable he looked having to ask instead of just getting his way. Someone had deflate his ginormous ego and Sana was more than willing to do so. "Nope," she replied cheekily after a brief moment of silence. His head fell back with the force of his eye roll. "What did you have in mind?"

"You said the prize was originally a date, right?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away with a huff. If she didn't know any better, she'd say Katsuki was shy right now. He jerked his chin in the direction of the door. "So, let's go."

"Not without these you're not," Umi scurried into the entryway with a bag of homemade granola clusters. Made with fresh blueberries and drizzled with a lemon glaze, they were easily one of Sana's favorites snacks. The woman handed her the bag and fixed Sana's hair once her hands were free. "Now then, run along," Umi waved her away. "Just be careful," she whispered, eyeing the ash blonde up and down cautiously. Bakugou's face scrunched up in offense.

Sana leaned forward to press a kiss to the woman's cheek. "Thank you, Umi!" The woman gazed after the young girl with a fond smile, bidding the two teens goodbye as Sana hooked an arm around Katsuki's and dragged him out of the house.

The Sakano girl held the other half of the granola chunk she was nibbling on up to his mouth, offering him a taste. Bakugou reluctantly took a bite, pleasantly surprised by the flavor since he never had much of a sweet tooth. "It's yummy, right?" Sana beamed up at him happily. The ash blonde grunted noncommittally. He'd never admit to liking that old bag's treats. She clearly wasn't fond of him and the feeling was mutual.

"So," she nudged his shoulder with her's as they walked down the sidewalk, tossing the scrunched up empty bag into a nearby trash can. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

She felt giddy and self conscious at the thought of being on a date with the Katsuki Bakugou. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her cheeks hurt from smiling, but she couldn't help it. She was happy. Truly happy. The happiest she'd been in a long time.

"You'll find out soon enough," he answered cryptically. She observed him, noticing how relaxed he was in that moment. His duality always came as a bit of a surprise. Most of the time, Katsuki was rude, loud, and brash. He had zero filter and said whatever came to mind, even if it was offensive or harsh. But when it was just the two of them, he was softer and less rough around the edges. That isn't to say that he wouldn't curse and yell or throw a fit, because he did and often, but for the most part, he was calm and collected. Unburdened.

Sana liked to think that they were comfortable enough with each other to show sides of themselves that not everyone got to witness, and just that thought alone made what they have that much more special.

They walked like that for nearly an hour, joking around and making small talk (Sana) with the other making the occasional comment or noise (Bakugou) before reaching a park. It wasn't the usual one they met up to train in, but one she'd never been to before. This place was bigger, yet far less crowded. The forest surrounding it was incredibly dense, the trees taller and more compact than what she was used to.

She dropped his arm. "We're not training, are we?" She narrowed her eyes into a playful, accusatory glare.

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Of course not, idiot." He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him through the park entrance, staying close to the tree line. Between a break in the trees was a narrow dirt path leading uphill into the forest. A hiking trail, she realized. "We're going hiking."

Sana looked down at her outfit, grateful that she'd gone with something so casual. If she'd known beforehand that they'd be going on a date, she might've made the mistake of wearing a skirt or heeled shoes. But in a pastel green tube top, faded jeans, and bedazzled silver chucks, she was dressed somewhat appropriately for an outdoor activity.

"Lead the way," she gestured him forward with a grin.

His lips curled slightly as he passed her, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze before letting go. The path leading into the woods was easy to traverse, with the occasional pebble coming loose underfoot. Bakugou, like in everything apparently, was an expert outdoorsman. He took large, steady strides up the trail, looking back every so often to check on her progress and make sure she was okay. The further they went, the steeper and rockier the trail became. The ash blonde slowed down then, kicking any loose rocks and soil out of her path and guiding her on where to step or helping her along with a protective hold on her arms and waist. Close to the end they reached a patch of particularly rugged terrain. Bakugou finished first and held out a hand for her to grab onto, lifting her up onto the rocky ledge he was currently perched on.

They took a seat on a large boulder and took in the scenery around them. Among the trees it was quiet, the occasional birdsong heard above their heads. Neither of them were very out of breath despite the good hour of cardio they just did climbing up here, not to mention the long walk from Sana's house. Both teens trained their bodies religiously their entire lives. It would take more than a steep hill to break their stamina.

"This place doesn't seem real," Sana murmured, afraid she'd shatter the peaceful air around them if she raised her voice above a whisper. She wanted to bottle this feeling of tranquility. When was the last time she'd felt this at ease, this relaxed? She couldn't even begin to guess.

Katsuki agreed, leaning back to lay on the rock with his arms behind his head. "I come here a lot to clear my head," he told her, closing his eyes.

"Must be nice," she fiddled with the thin, delicate rings decorating her right ring and pointer fingers. She couldn't stop admiring the view of this hidden slice of Heaven. The colors seemed more vivid here, the sun shining just a bit brighter than before. "Having somewhere to go and escape for a while."

The ash blonde frowned, squinting with one eye closed. "You never had a place like that?"

Sana thought of days long passed, where she and a snow-haired boy would sneak off to Sekoto Peak hand-in-hand to play and train and get away from the misery permeating the air like a fog around the Todoroki estate. How they'd swim in the lake if the weather was nice, or explore the woods looking for the perfect tree to climb. Those days of fun in the sun grew fewer and further between the older they got. The more Shoto proved more useful to Endeavor's goal, the more Touya declined physically and mentally. Days of warmth and laughter quickly morphed into cries of terror and agony. Thick smoke and stifling heat in every direction. Hellfire burning as far as the eye can see. And the screams-

Sana shuddered, taking a shaky breath as she squeezed her eyes shut tight, clutching her forearms in a vice like grip.

Bakugou propped himself up on his elbows, concerned by her sudden change, but Sana quickly collected herself, rubbing her arms to play it off as a simple chill as she smiled unconvincingly. "Not for a long time, no."

Sana didn't get chills. She ran hotter than most people, including him, due to the nature of her quirk and they both knew that.

Dumbass. Why does she always feel the need to hide? Katsuki wanted to know everything, the good and the bad, whenever she was ready to let him in. Whatever pain and trouble she'd gone through in the past, he wanted to lift that burden off her shoulders. He already knew parts of the story thanks to Icy Hot airing out their dirty laundry to Midoriya at the Sports Festival while Bakugou secretly eavesdropped.

She met his knowing gaze and he instantly picked up on her fear and apprehension. She wasn't ready to talk about what just happened, and he wouldn't force her to. There were things in Katuski's own past that he tried to avoid thinking about, like the incident with the Sludge Villain. Some things were better left in the past, buried and forgotten.

The ash blonde settled back down, but kept a close eye on Sana to make sure she was actually okay and not just pretending for his benefit. "Then use this place."

She glanced back at him. She'd left her hair down completely, no ribbon in sight, and Bakugou found that he preferred it this way. It was longer than he'd thought and framed her angelic features well. She'd always been beautiful, but she somehow looked even more breathtaking today. Free from pressure and expectations, like the weight of the world had been temporarily lifted off her shoulders.

"What if you're already using it?" She arched a brow.

He threw an arm out. "Rock's big enough for two, isn't it?" Sana bit her lip to contain her smile, but Bakugou still caught it and smirked to himself. "Just don't talk my ear off," he warned without his usual bite, closing his eyes once again.

She scoffed, trying to shove him off the rock with little success. "Such a tsundere," she accused.

His answering, lopsided grin made her heart melt. Sana placed a hand on his chest, bracing herself as she laid back and curled into his warmth. Katsuki slipped his free arm under her head with a soft exhale as she nuzzled into his right side. Her small, warm hand remained perched on his chest. He could feel his heart racing, and knew that she could too. He turned his head, faintly brushing his lips across her soft, peachy locks.

"Can we stay here forever?" Sana whispered, her cheek against his shoulder as she gazed up at the sky wistfully.

It felt normal, he realized, being out here like this. He'd never brought anyone up here before. He'd never had anyone he'd wanted to share this space with. This is his sacred spot; his place to unwind and strategize and think. To escape his own head. Even now, they were escaping reality. At some point they'd have to return to the real world, where dangerous people wanted those he cares about dead. His open expression tightened at the reminder. Those villains had specifically targeted his idol and his girl. They won't lay a hand on 'em as long as I'm around.

His vermilion eyes softened as he took in her profile. The strawberry blonde gave off a faint glow in his arms, like an aura. Katsuki couldn't say for certain if her quirk was activated or if it was simply Sana basking in her element. Either way, he was awestruck. She's more than an angel. She's a damn Goddess.

Moments like these made him wonder if maybe he liked her a little too much, that he'd fallen just a little too soon. But when she angled her head to look at him with a 100-watt smile and those eyes that somehow saw the good in him that even he struggled to find some days, Katsuki realized that it still wasn't enough.

That it may never be enough.

He didn't care that they were only fifteen or that they had their entire lives ahead of them. Once Katsuki Bakugou set his mind on something, there was no going back. He wouldn't stop until he smashed through his goals... and his newest goal was to protect Sana's happiness, just like All Might encouraged. "Heroes are responsible for saving not just people," he'd said once during an interview, "but their smiles as well."

Katsuki wouldn't let her smile fall. Not when there was still so many good things to look forward to and experience. Together.

They stayed there for hours, watching the sky and the trees sway in the breeze, and at the same time, nothing at all. They conversed freely and quietly, though there was no pressure to fill the silence. If anything, they preferred to simply soak in the serenity around them.

At some point, Katsuki pulled containers of home cooked food he'd made that morning out of his backpack. "You weren't kidding." She carefully inspected each dish the ash blonde had prepared. "You really are good at everything," she shook her head with a smile of annoyed acceptance.

There was Mapo tofu and other spicy dishes, as well as a few sides to go with the meal. It was hard to believe that the ash blonde would take the time to do something that required such patience and delicate hands. But it was just like him to challenge her expectations, and Sana wouldn't have it any other way.

What a perfect day.

By the time they climbed back down the trail that evening, the sun was hanging low in the sky. The sky was a perfect blend of yellows, oranges, and golds, and a downpour was coming down from overhead. Katsuki pulled Sana closer by their locked hands. They were still under the shelter of the tree canopy, the rain hardly touching them. The ash blonde sucked his teeth in annoyance. Not at the girl, but the situation. He'd checked the weather ten times in preparation for this date and there was no mention of rain. "When I say go," he said, "make a run for it."

"Wait, where are we going?" Sana frowned up at him.

"My house is nearby," he answered, pointing with his free hand in the direction of his house. "We can wait out the storm there," Bakugou glanced down at her. "Ready?" She nodded. "GO!"

Sana squealed and laughed as cold water slipped down the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders, drenching her. Katsuki's red shirt flowed behind him like a cape as he lead them through the storm. By the time they reached the Bakugou residence, the pair were soaked. Bakugou unlocked the door, ushering the strawberry blonde inside first.

They stood panting in the entryway, more from the exhilaration of it all than from running. "Stay here," the blonde kicked off his wet shoes and socks. "I'll grab some towels."

Sana hummed, looking around curiously. It was even nicer on the inside than it was on the outside... which was saying a lot since the exterior made it perfectly clear just how well off the Bakugous are. The home was large and full of expensive pieces of furniture and bursts of color. An eclectic array of art and trinkets from around the world lined the walls, tables, and shelves.

Katsuki reappeared shortly, having changed into his usual sweats and a black tank. A maroon towel was slung over his shoulder with another folded in his hands. Sana reached out to take it from him, but he completely ignored the gesture. Sana blushed with a shy smile as the ash blonde wrapped the cloth around her shoulders and used the corner to dab at the droplets on her face and neck.

Her long, wet hair was plastered to her cheeks, shoulders, and back. Bakugou gently swept the stray hairs to the side and out of her face. They were so close now, their chests heaving. His vibrant eyes lingered on her glossy pink lips. "You should change out of those clothes," he told her in a hoarse whisper. His warm, calloused hand was still touching her skin. "Don't want your dumb ass getting sick."

She cupped his hand and leaned into his palm. "Always thinking about my ass, aren't you, Katsuki?" Sana cooed softly, making the ash blonde snort.

She took a slow step forward, pushing up onto her tiptoes as he leaned down to fill the little space left between them. Bakugou's infamously foul mouth was surprisingly pliant as he gently moved his lips against hers. His lack of experience showed once again, though the ash blonde grew more confident the longer they embraced.

This kiss was very different from the last one. Before, on the rooftop, it was passionate but rushed, neither of them sure at the time if they'd get the chance to do such a thing again. This kiss, however, was slow and drawn out, and overall, far more romantic. All of the doubts and insecurities from back then were long gone. They knew now that they had all the time in the world.

Sana's skin was slick with dew, making it harder to grasp onto each other. He cradled the back of her head, her thick, damp hair slipping through his fingers like silk. Sana tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Bakugou exhaled sharply through his nose as her tongue darted across his bottom lip, his small puff of air against her cheek making her smile. His other hand wrapped around her waist to palm the exposed skin at the small of her back. His fingers itched to slide just a few inches lower, but he fought the urge. She was already convinced he had a fetish. He'd never live it down if he groped her ass right after she made a comment about how much he liked it.

But damn him if he wasn't tempted.

Bakugou forced himself to pull away, taking a step back. "Go change," he ordered in a deep, raspy voice, lips pink and swollen. He cleared his throat, nose scrunched up in annoyance at his own embarrassment. "I left some clothes in the bathroom for you. Go through here," the ash blonde instructed, pointing past the living room. "There's a hallway. Bathroom is the first door on the right."

"Okay," Sana nodded, blinking dazedly. She clutched the towel closer and hurried away with flaming cheeks. Lying on the counter of the guest bathroom was a pair of black and white sweatpants and an oversized skull tee. She slipped out of her wet clothes, toweling herself off before throwing on the spare clothes. The pants were a close fit, though with Katsuki's slim waist it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. The skull tee hung on her figure like a dress. The fabric was incredibly soft from all the washes it had been through over the years. It faintly smelled of the boy's cologne and Sana couldn't help but hold the collar up to her nose and inhale. She wrapped her damp clothes in the towel and returned to the living room.

Katsuki was seated on the couch with a foot propped against the edge of the coffee table, flipping through channels on the Tv with a look of disdain. He stood and took the bundle from her. "I'll toss these in the dryer."

Sana sat on the couch and combed her fingers through her tangled hair. Katsuki spotted her from the doorway as he was returning and changed his destination. The solar girl watched curiously as he climbed the stairs and disappeared. She picked up the remote and continued to look for something decent to watch just as Katsuki had been doing before she walked in.

Footsteps on the stairs drew her attention from the movie she'd chosen, watching the explosive blonde descend with a hairbrush and another maroon towel. "What's this?" She asked as he settled back into his spot on the couch.

"Sit in front of me."

The Sakano heir raised a brow but did so without complaint. She placed a cushion on the floor and sat down between his muscular legs. Katsuki immediately got to work on brushing the knots out of her hair. He was careful not to yank too hard when dealing with the more stubborn tangles or cause her discomfort. "What movie did you pick?" He asked.

"John Wick," Sana shrugged. "I figured you'd be into that sort of thing." The ash blonde grunted, neither confirming nor denying the claim. He finally finished brushing out her hair and was now towel drying it. The two watched the movie in comfortable silence, commenting every now and then on a cool visual or how unrealistic the fighting was in some scenes.

Once Katsuki was done, Sana rejoined him on the couch. They sat huddled together under a blanket, arguing over whether or not Die Hard is a Christmas movie during the commercials.

"You're joking," Sana stared at him like he was from another planet. "Wait, are you being serious right now? They're literally at a Christmas party, Kats. What the fuck-"

The ash blonde laughed heartily, taking pleasure in getting the strawberry blonde worked up for once instead of the other way around. The pair eventually settled down, Sana's head once again resting in the curve of his neck.

By the time Sana arrived back at her house after calling for the town car, it was already nighttime. She was on cloud 9, humming a song under her breath as she closed the front door behind her and leaned back against it. Standing with her arms crossed at the foot of the stairs was Umi. "I hope he's nicer than he looks," was all she said, her tone one of disapproval.

"I'd forgotten what it felt like..." Sana thought aloud, speaking more to herself.

"What what felt like, dear?" The old woman asked.

...to be in love.

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obislittleone · 1 year ago

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The Winner Takes It All

Episode 5

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Canon typical violence, reader has terrible anxiety, and Finnick is sweet about it. Mentions of bullying, and thoughts of death.

Chapter Summary: Scoring is one of the most important parts of the Hunger Games, and you have to score higher than a certain competitor in order to receive sponsors.

Word Count: 3.9k

Imagine being afraid of swimming pools lmaooo couldn't be me *internalizes my eight year old self's irrational fear of sharks in swimming pools*

“Can you sit down? You’re making us nervous,” Lukas jokingly asked Arbin, who was pacing in front of the screen as the scores were beginning to be read off. It had only been one tribute before the man started getting antsy, fluttering about the room as if there was any method to his madness.

“They called you Mercy?”

You huffed, having not even said a word in this conversation. You nodded with a dull look on your face, and Lukas tried his best to undo what he’d said. It was random, completely strange how it all came about, and yet?

Finnick was more than annoyed. He didn’t know where to direct his irritation, but he knew he shouldn’t direct it at you.

“She didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just a nickname,” Lukas waved his hands in the air, his attempt to de-escalate the situation falling flat while tensions arose.

“It can be used against her,” Finnick argued. He wasn’t gaining any ground either, because the explanations were too complicated. Lukas couldn’t see what was wrong with a simple nickname, but he would if the effects of it were to play out.

“They like her, it isn’t like that.”

“And how would you know that?” Finnick was so tired of mentoring and losing tributes. This was the year he’d keep one, but it all depended on their willingness. Lukas can’t see that. “How many times have you been in that arena, huh? How many times have you been the product of what happens in there?”

Lukas didn’t answer that time. Perhaps he’d been out of line, but he didn’t understand the harm in a well meaning gesture. Surely a nickname meant you were well thought of by the careers. He understood though, in the end… he’s never been in a situation where it could be bad, and Finnick has. That’s the difference. Theory and experience.

“If they start spreading that nickname around, she’s going to be seen as weak. The one who can’t kill another tribute. The one who you can go after first, knowing she’s not a real threat.”

You still remained silent. You should have just hit that girl from seven. She would’ve taken it. At least you wouldn’t be in this position. It was astounding, how many times you could mess up, how many imperfections you could reveal, and how many things were not in your favor. That’s what the hunger games were all about, weren’t they? Whoever has the most favor?

“Look, there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I don’t see the point in getting angry about something uncontrollable,” Lukas finally replied, settling back into the couch next to you, your gaze on the ground as the words kept being exchanged around you. “It’s not like she did anything wrong.”

“No,” Finnick conceded, because, no… you didn’t do anything wrong. You opted not to start beef with another tribute before the games started. It could have been seen as a strategy, something to be praised for… but that nickname. It could cost you everything you’ve been working for. No citizen wants to sponsor a weak tribute that shows mercy. “She didn’t. Whoever started this is who we need to be keeping an eye on. If there’s underlying tension within the careers, it could mean a bad ally.”

“E-estelle.”

They both turned to you, Lukas with some confusion, and Finnick with a raised brow of intrigue and curiosity.

“She s-started it. Don’t think she l-likes me.”

For Lukas, it started to make sense. She started the name, she watched you like a hawk, scrutinizing more than anyone else in the group when jokes would be made. It didn’t seem at first as though she wanted to turn them against you, but maybe that wasn’t the plan at all. Maybe it was just to make it seem harmless, as if nothing could come from it. Hell, it’s what he had believed until now. Estelle was likely jealous of your ability. She was likely upset from the way you fit into her group without saying a single word. She wants to be the victor, everyone does… But she was handed the assurance that she had the best chance of all the female tributes, and now that’s gone. It’s all she can do now to try and create chaos for the person that title now belongs to.

“The girl from one, right?” Finnick had done his homework. Part of expecting a victor is making sure you know everything about the enemies your future victor will face. He knows that she’s lethal, and she’s good with a knife, maybe even a long blade. Hearing that she’s your opposer does him no favors.

You nodded to him, seeing how irritated he looked again. You knew he wasn’t upset at you, but this had to be your fault. You wanted to do everything Finnick wanted, because all he wanted from you in return was your survival. You were ruining everything whenever you acted out of selfish intention like this. Should have made the strike, should have won the match.

“I’m s-sorry.”

Your voice was soft, but not weary. You didn’t mean for all of these things to continuously happen, but they did. And Finnick, for the most part, was bearing the brunt of it all.

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffed, sitting beside you.

“I can’t go b-back and fix it.”

“It’s okay. Here’s what I want you to do,” he placed a hand on your shoulder, getting you to look at him. “You’re going into your evaluation today. You’ll have ten minutes to show them what you can do. I want you to go in there and put on a show, alright? Don’t hold anything back.”

“A s-show?” You knew why he was referring to it as that, but maybe a further explanation was required.

“Give them what they want to see. As long as you score higher than Estelle on the board, you’ll be fine, okay? If she says anything, it’ll just look like a lesser tribute trying to smear a better one.”

You nodded. Yes. Okay. This was going to work. This had to work, because if it didn’t, the people would believe her. If she’s the better tribute, she has the power. You have to take that power away from her.

“Lukas, that goes for you, too.”

Of everything to be thankful for in life, right now, all you could think of was ‘thank God I’m not in district 12.’

Because even waiting for districts one through three was hard enough. Your nervous energy was not well contained, having to sit still for so long and contemplate what you were going to do. Finnick tried to give you ideas on what you could show them, but he wasn’t allowed to make the decisions for you. That relied completely on the tributes. Whatever they decided to show, was what would be judged and scored.

When they called for Lukas over the loudspeaker, your heart started racing. Ten minutes, and then it’s your turn. Maybe you wished you’d been in a latter district after all, the anxiety of being next was racking your brain of any other thoughts.

You closed your eyes and tried to feel calm. A deep breath in and out should have helped, but after a few seconds the gut turning feeling was back, and you had to try and find a way to rid yourself of it.

Ten minutes should have been longer. It flew past you when you wished it to last.

Your name being called sent chills through you, but you didn’t let it show. You stood to your feet with confidence, leaving the room of tributes and facing the music for yourself. The large gathering of game managers, lead by this year’s maker, staring down and making their assumptions already. You weren’t going to give them anything but reason to like- nay, love you.

“Mercedes Blythe, district 4,” you shouted strongly, receiving the attention of the group.

“You have ten minutes, you may begin.”

You nodded, turning to the items available. How can I show my strength in a way that will stand out from the others?

You immediately went for the rope, creating a small woven net that could house one of the heavily weighted balls on the stand. You quickly settled one into the net and tied it shut so the ball had no chance of falling out in the process of your little ‘show.’

You tied a small metal block onto the long end of the rope, using the weight to get it up and over the ceiling rafter. You stepped back behind one of the beams of the room to brace yourself before you started to hoist the ball into the air. That ball was easily a hundred pounds or heavier, which caught the attention of the men watching. You are indeed as strong as you look, if not much stronger.

Once it’s high enough to be relatively out of sight, you tie the rope onto the beam, temporarily holding it there while you go for the body of the plastic dummy on the other side of the room. You stand it up beneath your ‘trap’ and make sure it stands securely on it’s own before rushing back to the rope on the beam.

You look up to the men in the viewing box, seemingly very intrigued and excited based on where they think this is going.

You untie the rope and allow the heavy ball to free fall towards the dummy. When it reaches the plastic, it shatters into several pieces on the ground. In their eyes, that’s as good as any kill in the hunger games. It’s intelligent, it’s strategic, and it takes the strain off of fighting someone physically. It’s quick, it’s efficient, and most of all, it’s something the viewers would want to see.

You return to the middle of the room, hands a bit red and chafed from the rope. You nod to them in thanks, wondering if your remaining time is required to be used. They seem to be utterly satisfied, and nod to you in reply. You take steps to leave, and they don’t stop you, but begin talking more amongst themselves. You hoped that was a good sign.

Later in the night, the time was again spent in the pool, getting used to the depth of the waters, and having an easier time getting into them at all.

You didn’t hesitate to get in this time. You stepped in by yourself and had stopped at the shallow end, waiting for Finnick to finish his lap before meeting you in the middle.

“Look at you go,” he smiled wide, shaking the water from his hair in order to focus easier. His hair wasn’t long, but the part over his eyes dripped heavily with water every time he swam. “Think you can try kicking a little deeper today?”

“Maybe. I’m s-still sore from the e-evaluation.”

“Right, the evaluation,” he started, unable to contain his hidden pride. “I’ve been meaning to tell you since dinner, but I heard what happened today.”

“Heard a-about what?”

“What you did for your evaluation. Gotta say, I would’ve gone for the bricks instead of the ball…” he trailed, seeing your expression change to one of annoyance. “I’m kidding. You did amazing, apparently they were impressed.”

“They were?” you asked with hope. You had sincerely anticipated that they might have been, but hadn’t been sure until now.

“Yeah, I overheard some stuff about how smart you were, too. You struck a lasting impression.”

“That’s w-what we wanted, right?”

“That’s exactly what we wanted.”

You were so happy, your face lit up with the glow of the fluorescents from above hitting the vibrant waters below you. He took in how sweet your smile was, eyes wrinkling at the edges just from how wide it was. It was slightly uneven, your smile… but it was more charming, more personable. It was the kind of unevenness that wasn’t noticeable unless you were really looking, and he was. He was really looking, because he was momentarily enraptured. Had your eyes been this captivating all this time? No, he thinks, because I would have remembered being this deep in someone’s eyes before.

“Let’s just try and kick around some, okay? Just hold onto me and we’ll try and kick from here to the wall.”

Right through the deep end. It was a straight shot across, and not that far. You could do it, it wouldn’t be so hard.

You nodded to him, your happiness made you far more eager to try. If you could impress even the game maker, then you could kick across this pool with the help of your mentor.

You held tight to his shoulders, his hands keeping hold of your elbows in order to make you you didn’t slip away. You were trusting of him, and he didn’t want to break that trust by accidentally letting you fall into the deep water.

“You set the pace, don’t go faster if you don’t feel like you can.”

You found a rhythm that worked, working further away from the shallow end until your feet couldn’t touch if they tried. You tried your best to ignore the feeling of nothingness beneath you, pushing your feet back and forth to make it to the wall.

“Almost there, keep going,” he encouraged, looking back over his shoulder to see that it was within ten feet.

Your breathing started to change when you looked down into the water, seeing the dark at the bottom of the pool beginning to swallow your legs. Your feet stopped moving and you froze, instantly sinking down, if not for the hold Finnick had on you. You clutched tightly to his arms, looking back up and kicking your feet again.

“Hey, you’re doing good, just keep going.”

You felt like crying, the sting of tears behind your eyes as you looked at him, so encouraging and so determined to help. And you kept focusing on that. He’s trying to help, you’re making it difficult. You need to act like you want this or he’ll quit.

“I’m t-trying,” but you started making less ground, because the way you kicked was no longer steady or in any one direction. It was frantic and out of control, and you nearly let go of his arms.

“Think of something good.”

The Sun, my shell collection, my mother, the sand… it’s not working. Finnick, he’s right here, those sea green eyes and gorgeous tan skin. His blonde hair falling in wet curls around his face.

So you keep your eyes aligned with his, and the next thing you know…

“You made it,” he smiled, letting you take one arm from his and grip the wall of the pool. You immediately pulled yourself out, unable to stay in the water after your little freak out. You were happy to have gotten that far, but you needed a break.

“I d-did it.”

“You did,” he crossed his arms over the pavement, coming closer to where you sat yourself down, a decent space between you and the edge. “Wanna try and paddle some?”

“N-no,” you shook your head, the thought of it making you want to jump away. “I d-don’t think I can.”

“It’s okay…” except for the fact that it wasn’t okay, because tomorrow is the last day. There’s no time to swim after this. Tomorrow is the big reveal, the time when the scores are released. It’s the Caesar Flickerman interview. It’s the night before an early morning, where sleep is crucial.

“Finnick?”

The way you said his name so clearly caught his attention, the way it rolled off your tongue without issue or stutter or even a hesitation. He much liked the way it sounded.

“Yeah?”

“T-thank you,” you knew he would probably say something stupid, telling you there was no need, or that it wasn’t necessary to thank him for doing his job. “For trying t-to help me.”

He smiled, reaching out for your hand, settled on the ground in front of you. He took it and gave a small squeeze. It was so reaffirming, his gentle touch. You don’t remember watching his games, but you know that now, seeing him like this, you couldn’t possibly believe he’s capable of harming even the smallest of flies. You don’t know a world where you’ve seen his ability, and you’re content to die in this one, where you never will.

“I promised myself a victor…” … and I hope it’s you.

He doesn’t know why he favors you. In the beginning he felt sorry for you, and wanted to help. After that it became that he understood you to a degree, and didn’t want for you to face the fate he saw so many succumb to. Now? He’s not even quite sure what it is. He likes your company, enjoys the expressions you give him. He likes the little things about you that you’ve shared on different occasions. You collect shells, and you like the color green. You really like pears because of the funny way they’re shaped. He wants to know you more, wants you to survive long enough that he can try to…

But your will is weak, and you believe you can’t possibly survive, though your body is strong and your mind is quick. He believes you can do this, but that isn’t enough. You have to believe it, too.

“Can you get back in for a second? I have an idea.”

“How exciting! I’ve been told that three tributes this year have been given a perfect score!”

The TV speakers were loud in your ears, but you couldn’t find any room to complain.

“My apologies,” he steps out of the way, sitting in a chair farther away from the group.

“District One female, Estelle Votross,” Caesar spoke, reading off of the card in front of him. “With a score of ten.”

You mentally sighed out. There’s no way you scored higher than her. You’d be lucky to even match the score. If you did that, you could at least be grateful.

Finnick seemed to match your level of anxiety, but didn’t show it as much on the outside. He tried to hide it from you, knowing how difficult it is, to sit and wait.

As district three was wrapping up, you were tightening up. Mags had a hand on each of your shoulders. She was hoping for the best, like all else. Even if you didn’t get it, you knew she would be there to console your dreary minds. She was like a slice of home in the hell hole. A ray of light that was shed without a word spoken. You wondered if someday you’d end up like her… but that’s unlikely.

“District four Male, Lukas Artanhour, with a score of…” he smirked, having already seen the score, and holding it out for suspense. “Twelve.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped onto the floor. There was a moment where you completely forgot you had yet to receive your score, you were simply too happy for him.

“Lukas!” Arbin cheered, his hands raising in the air in disbelief. “A perfect score!”

“Don’t get too excited, they said there were two others. The competition must be crazy this year,” Lukas remained humble, because he’d been learning just how quickly your arrogance can become your enemy. He wouldn’t die to stupidity, he was certain of that.

“Even still, you’re at the top of the food chain right now. Remember, that means sponsors.” Finnick was elevated in mood, but settled again quickly when Caesar held up the card with your name.

“District four female, Mercedes Blythe…”

You sat back in your seat, closing your eyes and hearing how loudly your heart beat in comparison to how loud the speakers were. You breathed in deeply, holding it until you heard his next words.

“With another score of twelve.”

Your eyes shot open, and you stood to your feet. You could not have expected it. It didn’t seem possible. You aren’t a career, you have no physical training. Only a life of lifting and loading. Apparently in the capitol, that’s enough to get you a perfect score.

“It’s me!” you shouted, hugging Lukas as he stood to meet you.

He started rambling on about how the arena better watch out for district four. You couldn’t barely hear it, you were too overwhelmed. Everyone around you both was a tornado of joy and excitement, and you had to try and settle yourself down.

You turned to Finnick and didn’t even think twice before wrapping both arms around his shoulders. He embraced you without hesitation, his smile uncontained as he pulled you in closer. The swell of satisfaction he felt was unmatched. He’s had volunteers every year since his own games… and yet the two stood before him were the best he’d ever seen.

“I’m so proud of you,” he spoke under his breath. When he inhaled, the air around you was blissfully sweet. Maybe it was just the moment, but he couldn’t let go of you yet.

It didn’t matter, because Mags and Arbin were surrounding Lukas, giving him the attention he deserved after hearing what they did.

Mags of course glanced over her shoulder, the embrace not yet ended. She smiled, seeing something she hadn’t in a long time.

Finnick was opening up again.

It had been years since she saw the look of sincerity on his face, the relaxed and gentle look that came with his comfort. He’d found comfort in you, that much she could see, and even though she knew it was fleeting, and you may be gone tomorrow, she was happy for him to have it while it lasted. It may be the last time…

‘I told you this was a good idea,’ Finnick laughed, his face soon going back beneath the waves to keep himself afloat.

You were on his back, paddling and kicking through the water, but using him as a deceive of floatation, as if he were a raft of some sort.

‘Finnick, I t-think that maybe I c-can try and swim, now.’

He wasn’t quite sure if he’d heard you right.

‘Are you sure?’ He found the edge of the pool and let you grab on. ‘I don’t want you to try it if you’re not ready.’

You nodded, it was understood that this was a risk, but in your head you felt it was calculated. He’s right here, he won’t let you get hurt.

‘I’m sure.’

And while keeping your eyes focused on him, you pushed away from the wall, falling slightly into the water before kicking your feet and using your arms to cross the water and keep your head above it. You breathed slightly harsher than before, but it was controlled. He followed you, still… keeping a safe distance that he could reach out and grab you at a moment’s notice. But you were doing it. Muscle memory has not failed you after all. It was so deeply ingrained into your mind that you couldn’t swim, but it was not because you lacked the ability, it was because you lacked the emotional strength to conquer your fear of it.

‘Atta girl, just like that. See if you can get to the other side,’ he encouraged, watching closely but keeping his optimistic smile wide on his face.

When you reached the shallow waters, and got to the steps, you sat down on the top one, your expression an abundance of joy. You did it. You swam across the pool. By yourself. You can swim and survive in that arena.

‘I knew you could do it.’

‘I t-think I knew I could, t-too.’

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yanderepuck · 5 months ago

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Salai- Chapter 14

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

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You blinked at him. So the rumors about them being in love weren’t rumors at all. You hold his hand tighter as you feel your heart break. But he took you on little dates. Was he never interested in you? He looks at your hand and then up at your face.

Salai: Mitsuki? What’s wrong?

You were staring blankly at nothing. Your heart aches for him, but also because of him. No. You can��t let him know that. He just told you so much. He trusts you.

Mitsuki: You went through all that and you still love him?

Salai: Stupid… I know. I’ve tried to move on. I wanted to move on, but he has a place in my heart still.

So it is actual love. Not a friendship kind of love.

Mitsuki: I-I’m sorry

He sinks into the water slightly, wanting to relax. He wanted to change the topic but he wasn’t sure how.

Mitsuki: Andrea, I should-

Salai: You can call me Salai.

Mitsuki: Are you sure?

You learned that it was a nickname Leonardo gave to him which meant “Little Devil” because of how much trouble he caused.

Salai: Neither of them are my real name, and I prefer Salai.

Mitsuki: What is your name then?

Salai: Gian. Gian Giacomo Caprotti di Oreno, but Salai is fine.

You nod after hearing his whole name. What is up with everyone around here having extremely long names?

Mitsuki: Where did you get Andrea from then?

He shrugs.

Salai: It’s how I started signing my paintings. I don’t remember why.

Mitsuki: Okay… Salai

It felt weird to say. You felt like Andrea fit him better. You sink into the water again, sitting in awkward silence. So much happened you aren’t sure what to focus on. You move to the edge of the bath and sit on a ledge that is under the water.

Mitsuki: I’m sorry you had to go through all that.

Salai: It’s okay, it is all my fault anyway

Mitsuki: huh?

He thinks all of that is his fault?

Mitsuki: Salai, come here

He looks at you confused but comes closer. You wave at him to come closer and closer until he is right next to you

Salai: What is-ow!

He rubs his forehead. You flicked him dead center of his head.

Salai: What was that for?

He pouts. You put your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you, ultimately pulling him closer.

Salai: H-hey…!

Mitsuki: It is not your fault

Salai: But I-

Mitsuki: Shush!

You squish his face more.

Mitsuki: Should you have told Leonardo? Yeah, probably. Did some people get hurt? Not really. But that is no excuse for what Leonardo did? No.

Salai: umm… Mitsuki…

He tries to pry your hands off of him. But you won’t budge. Not letting him move. You failed to notice how close you are. Your legs are brushing against each other under the water. The storm in his eyes has yet to clear up.

Mitsuki: Listen to me, okay? It is not your fault. I know it will take a while for you to realize that, but believe me, please.

Salai: I hurt people. I lost Maestro’s trust. I’m sure he regrets ever turning me

You glare at the thought of Leonardo pushing him to the side again. At first you thought he has only been looking for his maestro for a handful of years but no. It’s been over a century. He clearly cares for him and Leonardo barely seems to care.

Mitsuki: I am glad you are here

He seems taken aback by that.

Salai: No no… you shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be here to begin with.

Mitsuki: But you have had another chance at life. A longer one. Shouldn’t you do what you want with it?

Salai: I don’t know what I want

Mitsuki: That’s okay. You don’t need to know right now.

You slowly lower your hands from his face, his hands on top of yours. You look at each other in silence. You look at him tenderly while he looks dumbfounded. Is he surprised that you care? That you don’t see him as a problem?

Mitsuki: Andrea I-

Salai gets closer to you, putting a hand on your cheek like you did with him and kisses you. Now you are the dumbfounded one. Did he just not confess that he liked Leonardo? His kiss got rough, which got you to kiss him back. Now having your approval, his hand slides down to your shoulder. His hand started to go further down but at the last minute went down your arm. You couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved. You don’t think you’re ready for that step of intimacy when just a moment ago you thought he wasn’t interested in you… or women!

His other hand rested on your thigh. It was then you realized how long you’ve been touching each other. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Your hands settle on his hips.

You needed air but he wasn’t letting you break the kiss. Not yet. It was only when you dug your fingers into his skin that he pulled back. He was panting just has hard as you.

Mitsuki: I-I thought you said you love Leonardo?

Salai: Didn’t you just say I should do what I want? I’ve been wanting to do that for a while

Your face gets even redder at that. Just what is going on in his head? He seems to have to rip his hands off of you.

Salai: I should go. I’m sure anyone here wouldn’t be happy to know I was in here with you

He goes to step out of the thermae and you grab his arm.

Mitsuki: Stay here. Please?

Salai: St. Germaine is letting me stay here. Maestro already helped me move my things. I’ll see you when you get out.

He smiles, assuring that he won’t be going far. You nod and let his arm go. As he steps out you almost forget to look away.

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city of hearts, ep. 1 ❤️‍🩹 taehyung

synopsis. having experienced a fateful romance by the beach, taehyung sets out on a quest through seoul's bustling streets to locate the woman who has stolen his heart.

pairing. taehyung x oc

genre. social media auㆍgamedesigner!tae ( angst. fluff. smut. )

word count. 5623

warnings. adulthood romance things cof cof implicit

a/n. i couldn't possibly start another au, but she said the word and so i did. happy birthday to my bestie, whom i'd love to see more often even though we talk every day ☆ thank you for being my person through and through ! this is my love letter to you, miss bubbles ♡

episodes. 01 ▸ 02 ▸ 03

▸ E1: True or False?

One day we got curious as to how men and women date in this city. To satisfy our curiosity, we discussed the beginning of a new project, that required us to follow the lives of several men and women in Seoul.

For it to be real, we won’t intervene in their lives. Only when we think it’s necessary, we will share their answers with others, or maybe edit them to make this entertaining—all the while keeping their original words.

It’s worth telling that fifty individuals around Seoul were chosen for this project. Still, they will all be participating with nicknames to protect their privacy—as we usually do when it comes to the internet. They all had to promise to treat their phones as their friends, as well as the app we developed where we will be posting questions, and telling only the truth.

But some answers and behaviors made us wonder if they indeed were telling us like it really is.

[ note that some of their answers will be through text, others, like this one, will be taken as voice notes. all voices undergo a modification due to privacy issues. ]

ılı.lıl taehyung: I’m the cool type… and uhm, gentle. Definitely not clingy. I’m cool.

ılı.lıl deo: I keep true to myself when I date… and when I break up too.

ılı.lıl kie: I’d say I fall in and out of love pretty fast. What can I say? I’m passionate. *chuckles* And if I have to break up, I just do it. I won’t dwell much.

ılı.lıl yoongi: What’s even the point of getting laid? *tsk* It’s a hassle…

ılı.lıl jin: I’m not one to play games. I don’t like that. I think overall I’m a pretty good guy.

ılı.lıl harin: Before my current boyfriend, well, I think I dated around uhm… Four men? No, three…? Wait. Let me retake this just once! *laughs*

So, whether the participants are telling the truth… well, we will let you be the judge of that.

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boreo 🤔

bluengrey For me, it’s women I can have fun with.

boreo men that I can talk to?

⤷ callmerinie huh? talking isn’t everything

tangerimin A physical connection, people.

supertuna Are you asking what I think you’re asking?

notmekeys why are you all acting so innocent? kkk

boreo oh-

tangerimin Why can’t you all say it? It’s just whatever. Just say it. You know, like bang!

⤷ boreo i got it now.

callmerinie 🤭

callmerinie and cut~!

boreo so if it’s about intimacy..

⤷ notmekeys i think i know just by the smell. you know, it’s all about pheromones

supertuna Doesn’t it depend on the man? At least I think so.

⤷ callmerinie wow! really? you’re giving yourself too much credit. 😒

bluengrey Uhm.. Usually I take the lead if it’s about that.

⤷ boreo uh-huh. do you really?

⤷ bluengrey Ok. Fine. There was this one time that I followed the girl’s lead.

⤷ bluengrey One time, okay?

⤷ boreo doubt it

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bluengrey Dating? I don’t think so

⤷ supertuna No. I think it is.

boreo dating really changed my point of view about that

tangerimin If you guys are putting it that way, I’ve dated many women. I loved it every time.

⤷ callmerinie aww… and what the girls had to say about this?

⤷ notmekeys about men? well, you know. they are all the same: trash.

⤷ boreo not all… i mean. there’s someone i know that wasn’t

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boreo yes. there is someone i can’t forget.

bluengrey I do.

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[ note that this request was sent privately to users bluengrey and boreo and we edited the sequence of their answers according to our own motives and the following questioning. ]

ılı.lıl deo: It happened one year ago…

ılı.lıl taehyung: She was the only one I could see. Like I was just gravitating in her orbit… Like we were in a world of our own. I felt complete.

ılı.lıl deo: I felt this spark every time I would catch him staring at me and then I simply couldn’t look away.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Back then I thought “Wah, this is what love feels like” *chuckles sadly*

ılı.lıl deo: I’ll always remember him.

ılı.lıl taehyung: If that is really the case… I don’t think someone ends a relationship if they feel that way.

ılı.lıl deo: It was my fault.

ılı.lıl taehyung: You know, it was my fault…

ılı.lıl taehyung: No… It’s true, she messed it up.

ılı.lıl deo: I won’t make excuses.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I mean… Of all the people… Why me? Why did it have to be me?

ılı.lıl deo: Simply put, we met at a time when I needed someone like him. Thanks to him, I became who I am now...

ılı.lıl taehyung: I wish I had never met her. *sighs* I was such a fool now that I think back.

ılı.lıl deo: *smiles* Being around him.. his love was kind of magical...

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august 10th, 2022

Summer is at its peak and Taehyung has just arrived at Jeju airport. It has been a while since he last had some time to himself due to work, so to say he couldn’t wait for this much-deserving vacation is an understatement.

He organized everything at the company before he took off for this get-away, from the ongoing projects ideas he had recently pitched in, to the files the design team would need the next fifteen days he was away. And if you know Taehyung, you also know being organized was never his forte.

The game designer waits absentmindedly with his luggage by his foot, as he takes his beloved camera out of its case to finally point at the structure behind him. This airport isn’t the biggest one he had ever set foot on, he observes, but it is cozy enough and bustling with people everywhere to the point his fingers itch for the metal click of the equipment for a piece of nostalgia he held dear to his heart.

Just around the corner, Deo hit the brakes of the jeep as she waits for a group of tourists to cross to the other sidewalk while talking to her boss on the phone.

“It would’ve been much easier if you had just asked him for a selfie or something, Yumi–”

She hears her boss laugh through the speakers as she looks out of the window. The place is packed to the point she can barely see the pick-up line where the Ubers and Taxis usually park, and a wave of worriedness falls upon her. “Let’s go through with his description once again.”

“Ok, remember… He’s tall, and the last time he came he had blonde hair but that might not be the case anymore… Mmm, he has a nice shoulder line– Just trust me, his face will be hard to miss. He’s really handsome!”

The confession has Deo opening a smile. She met Yumi just a couple of weeks back when she arrived in Jeju herself, but the connection was instant.

For the first three days, she stayed at Yumi’s shack—the colorful hostel by the beach owned by Yumi herself and her long-time fiancé, Namjoon. But then going home became some distant reality she wasn’t ready to face, so kindly she was offered a position at the beach stay. And now, here she is, doing her first task out of the premises and the vigilante eyes of her playful bosses.

Although she loved the couple who hired her, even if it had been just a mere seventeen days, and she considered them as family, nothing made Deo as uncomfortable as not knowing what she was dealing with. Driving to the airport clueless as to whom she should be picking up wasn’t her cup of tea and the uneasiness she felt was visible as she sighed longly while turning off the call.

The stop sign goes green again, and with a bold strike of encouragement, she straightens her back, holds the steering wheel with conviction, and begins a cheerful pep talk to herself.

“You can do this.” She mumbles, hawkeyes scanning the people as her car slowly passes by. “How hard can it be… He’s tall and–”

The words quickly lose their sound in her mouth. Standing ten feet ahead, a man attracts glances from everyone passing by as he checks the visor in his camera absentmindedly.

Mentally, Deo starts crossing every characteristic being given by Yumi as she keeps looking at him through the safety of the Jeep’s tainted window. The only thing that doesn’t match is that this handsome man isn’t blonde but a brunette. His chocolate locks look ridiculously soft blowing in the light breeze.

Inhaling resolved, she parks right next to him, rolling her window down.

“Hi there! Would you perhaps be the Kim Taehyung from Seoul I’m looking for?”

Upon hearing his name, Taehyung looks up at her. The girl doesn’t wait for his answer, she jumps out of the vehicle that he can notice is much bigger than herself. “You must be here to pick me up… Right?”

Deo smiles at him confirming with a nod before opening the big trunk of the Jeep. Instead of introducing herself right away as expected, Taehyung watches as she reaches for his luggage, her knitted eyebrows denouncing how heavy it must be.

“I– I can do that–” He tries, but she swiftly evades his reach.

“It’s no problem! Really.”

He watches a bit flustered as she tries to dismiss her effort with a laid-back energy as if it was something she did all the time—to arrange heavy stuff in trunks and whatever not.

Picking both his duffel bags to help while she is still pushing his suitcase inside the trunk, he is able to take two steps before she takes notice and grabs them from his hands. “Leave that to me! You can wait inside, really. Go ahead!” Deo waves her hand and he starts to walk toward the passenger seat uncertain of how to behave, but decides to take her lead for the time being.

“Seatbealt!” She says as soon as she occupies the driver's seat and he is quick to follow the instruction.

“So… Where is Namjoon?”

Deo reaches for the rearview mirror, casually checking something in her eye before adjusting it back to its position. “Oh, he had to give today’s surf lessons and Yumi was kind of busy with tonight’s gathering so… But you’ll see him soon enough!”

“Ah, I see”

“He’ll be waiting for us by the beach, don’t worry.” And the bubbly smile she gives him before starting the car and driving them away is enough to shut down his inquiry and haze him in his thoughts.

ılı.lıl taehyung: What kind of women I’m compatible with? *smiles* Looking back… I’m drawn to the ones that are strange to me at first *chuckles* I think they’re a good pair for me.

Driving down the lush tapestry of Jeju island, Deo takes the wheel as the jeep’s interior is illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. Melodic notes intertwine with the afternoon’s warm atmosphere as music envelops them. Deo’s fingers tap the steering wheel, and her voice, a gentle hum, dances in harmony with the rhythm. Taehyung, sitting beside her, steals occasional glances, captivated by her carefree demeanor. The playful sway of her copper strands in the wind and the joy evident on her face, as the waves crash on the coast, make the moment feel like a private dance between them.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Have you ever met someone and felt like they were this huge… Question mark?

ılı.lıl taehyung: Like– “What is she like? She looks fun” *chuckles reminiscent* And you can’t stop having these questions and curiosities… You just want to know more and more.

As if sensing the perfect moment, a familiar melody begins to play through the car’s speakers. Deo’s eyes lit up with recognition, a grin forming on her lips. Officially Missing You by Tamia had been remade by Basstracks as a summer tune, and it had quickly become one of her favorites at the moment; a song that resonated with the essence of Jeju and its travelers.

With an impulsive burst of excitement, Deo cranks up the volume, allowing the music to envelop the jeep. The infectious beat cascades around them, harmonizing with the engine's rhythm roaring wildly in the wind. Her hands tap the steering wheel more enthusiastically than before, her foot keeping time with the pedals as the melody ignites her senses.

And then, as if the music had started a fire within her, she begins to sing. Her voice, rich and passionate, hits Taehyung’s ears in a wonderful and alluring way. Every note she sings seems to carry the energy of the sun-drenched afternoon, a celebration of life and the freedom of the open road.

Taehyung was initially taken aback by the sudden fervor. He watches in silent amazement as she transforms from a steady driver into a vivacious performer. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and her voice carries an unadulterated joy that is impossible to ignore.

For a moment, he is rendered speechless, caught in the captivating spell of her uninhibited enthusiasm even though he knows the lyrics by heart himself. But as the chorus approaches, Deo’s voice soars higher, and turning to him with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, she opens the windows further, allowing the world outside to merge with the music.

“You know this song–?” As she asks and the chorus reaches its crescendo, she extends her arm toward him, pretending her hand is a microphone. The invitation hangs between them, and he hesitates for a moment. “C’mon! Sing with me–” Shyness lingered, but her spirited performance is too magnetic to resist.

Taking a deep breath, he leans closer to the imaginary tool and timidly joins in, his voice intertwining with hers. Taehyung sings softly, still caught in the spell of her contagious energy. His eyes remain fixed on her while she loses herself to the music.

At that moment, as Deo sings with all her heart, his own swells with a profound fondness for the stranger sitting by his side. He realizes that this is a glimpse into her unfiltered soul—one that seems to revel in the simple joys of life, that seems to embrace every moment with unbridled passion.

ılı.lıl taehyung: That’s how I fell for her… You see, I’m attracted to intense women.

⤷ tangerimin It is fun to follow their lead kekeke so… Same here.

ılı.lıl taehyung: There is a lot more to it– Like being bubbly… Oh, and she was also pretty feisty! Yeah, *smiles* that’s what she was like. She had just the right amount of feistiness.

When the music fades out and is replaced by the radio host’s voice instead, Deo turns down the volume still in a cheerful spirit. She takes a peak at the passenger seat only to notice Taehyung’s eyes are already on her. Visibly disconcerted, he gives her a small smile before looking over at his window instead, and she takes the opportunity to know more about him.

“You will like it there,” she starts bubbly and he returns his gaze to her side profile. It is endearing how close to the steering wheel her seat is to compensate for her small stature.

“I think so too… The last time I came it was such a healing experience– And well, I’ve been wanting to rent a trailer ever since I was younger.”

“Oh, you’ll love it then!” He watches how her eyes part from the road ahead and instead fall on his side of the car, momentarily pointing with her index finger still on the wheel to the beach extension that passes by them. “It must be lovely to drive along the coasts… Picking these beautiful spots to just– Chill. I have a list of them if you want!”

Taehyung leans his head on the window, a nostalgic wave hits his lips as the lines of it curve upward and he watches the sea crashing at the shore. It’s like a vivid picture of his childhood right in front of him.

“That would be great if I had the license to drive the camper around… Maybe next time?”

“You’re staying over a month and you won’t even change spots?! Now that we can’t do, hon.”

He looks back at her startled by the casualty she treats everything. And not in a bad way; she didn’t peg him as this overbearing nosy person who didn’t have boundaries, but as someone that seemed carefree and loose. A different version of himself that he had to let go of many moons ago to fit the immense gray box that was societal norms and ordinary conviviality.

Feeling a bit tempted to just enjoy the moment he decides then to let go of the filters. “That’s the only thing to do, hon, I don’t have the license.” He jokes, chuckling at her reaction when hearing the nickname. “What? You started it.”

“My bad! Yumi was so invested in this whole casual speech thing ever since I started my part-time job there that now I just can’t come out of it. Something about making the guests feel at home and all that…”

“Sounds like Yumi!”

“But back to you. I was thinking… If there was a way to get you a license, would you want it? To live the full experience of a camper, that is…?”

Taehyung frowns thinking as he looks to the calm waves again, but there isn’t much thinking to do. He would love the freedom of parking the vehicle throughout the whole extension of Jeju. “Sure…” He ponders. Being the type to imagine and discuss things, he was more than ready to give her all the reasons why that would be great for his next stay. “To park it whe–”

“Great! So let’s do it!”

It is the last thing he hears before she makes an abrupt U-turn in the middle of the calm road, and he has to flatten one hand on the window and the other on the panel of the Jeep to hold for his life.

His heart only stops beating at an alarming speed once she hits the brakes and he is able to open the door to exit the vehicle. Still confused as to what is happening, the picture gets clear as she opens her arms excitedly in front of what he realizes to be a driving school.

“Ta-da! Your problems will be solved in exactly two days!” Deo exclaims, and Taehyung is pretty certain that his face is contorting in the most clueless way. He notices how a sudden strike of worriedness flashes on her toffee irises, however. “If you manage to pass the test of course…”

ılı.lıl taehyung: I should have known she was crazy by then… But in all honesty… That’s what made her fun in the first place.

ılı.lıl taehyung: And that makes me crazy too *laughs* You know, it’s those kinds of things you only realize later… Much later. Like realizing you’ve been conned only after being conned by someone *sighs*

⤷ supertuna Wow … I have just now realized how some people can be so blind

ılı.lıl taehyung: And now whenever I see a camper trailer… I think of her.

They only get out of the driving school when he goes through with all the paperwork necessary to go and take the test the next day as Deo had insisted. She not only pushed him into a 3x4 photo machine situated on the long corridor of the building, but also cut the picture she thought to be the best, and helped him fill the application.

Taehyung keeps replaying the whole shenanigan in his head as he takes his surfboard out of the roof of the jeep parked by his temporary home—a camper trailer by the beach. Last year, Namjoon had called him excitedly sharing the news that his girlfriend and he had bought a cozy place in Jeju and had renovated it to be a chill hostel for surfers and passersby. Of course, Taehyung stopped by to visit as soon as he was able to take some days off, but at the time, since all trailers were already rented, he stayed on the main structure.

Not that it was bad, far from it. He enjoyed every second; from the late-night gatherings to the lounge festivities, and the amazing lunchtime Yumi was keen on making into a later-on karaoke session or game quest. There was no dull time within the colorful facilities, and it was always kept so casual that it made Taehyung feel very much at home.

But he had the trailer experience written down on his bucket list ever since he could remember. And so this time around, he was sure to seize the opportunity and make that old promise come true.

His thoughts wander away as he finishes sticking his board in the warm sand. Playing by the emerald shore, Deo runs laughing as she is chased by two dogs. His right hand comes to his eye line to shield it from the sun as he is incapable of moving on with his life, seeing her throw a stick only to have the bigger dog chasing it and the little one look at her unamused. It’s like he could be here all day to witness this particular scene, unconscious and unbothered by what surrounds them.

And that is indeed what happens.

“Hey, you, Mr. cloud9–” Namjoon calls for his attention for the second time. “You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?”

“Hm?”

“I was telling you to close the canvas of it at night because of the wind– Are you even hearing a thing?” But as he follows his friend's line of sight he knows he isn’t. Letting go of his own obligations for the time being, he stands beside Taehyung, crossing his arms and admiring his dogs running as the waves serve as background music to his ears. It’s peaceful. It’s his piece of peace on earth.

“She shines, doesn’t she?”

Namjoon peaks at his friend before looking ahead once more, with a fond smile finding his features. “She does… She has been our recent source of joy. Yumi and I laugh so much because of her lately.”

“Yeah, she seems fun,” Taehyung muses with a chuckle of his own still enamored by the scene displayed in front of him. Deo falls to the soft sand in laughter and both dogs come flying toward her.

“Poor girl… She was dumped here by some surfer. Could you believe that?”

There is a sorrowful pause and Taehyung is suddenly snapped out of his trance, indignity brimming in his eyes as his friend shakes his head clearly saddened by the situation.

Returning his view to the girl ahead, he adds, “What kind of jerk would do that? She seems so bubbly and… Caring–”

“You want to take her to Seoul?” Namjoon interrupts and he almost gasps.

“Take her?!”

“Yeah, take her. I mean, I think she would be happy with you there…”

“You think she would like to come with me?” Taehyung’s fingers tingle with the possibility, even if he himself doubts it a little.

“Sure! We just have to give her one last shot and she’s good to go! The vet–”

“Wait. What? What are you talking about?”

Namjoon stares at him suddenly confused, and then back at the beach again. As Deo hops by, calling for both Monnie and Tan, his eyebrows soften in understanding.

“Oh… It’s not Monnie, is it?” He muses playfully. “You’re talking about Yewon… I see,”

“Yewon…” Taehyung mumbles her name to himself. “So her name is Yewon, huh…”

But the impish nudges he receives on his side snap him out of his thoughts and let him know that Namjoon won’t be letting go of this confession so soon.

In the cozy beachside hostel, the evening breeze whispers through open windows, carrying with it the laughter of tenants. With a lighthearted step, Deo finds herself in the pantry where Namjoon is absorbed in a way to easy recipe for lounge snacks. Fishing his phone out of her jeans, a small smile plays on her lips as she extends the device toward him.

“Here you go, boss,” she remarks, her voice playful as she not only returns his phone but also substitutes the sugar jar in his hand with the salt and pepper.

Namjoon glances up, chuckling at his clumsiness. “We were almost in trouble there. You’re a lifesaver.”

As he takes the phone from the table filled with condiments, he can’t help but tease, “You should probably get one of your own, don’t you think?”

“Eh. It’s just a hassle really… I only use it to talk to our guests.”

Leaving him to his impromptu cooking, she strolls out to the porch, where the new visitors are gathering. The atmosphere is lively, with conversations and newfound curiosity filling the air. Deo effortlessly mingles, chatting with familiar faces and welcoming newcomers that pass by the beach.

Among the crowd, she notices Taehyung engrossed in a ping pong game, as she takes some beers to a group playing Jenga. His infectious laughter captivates everyone around him and she can’t help but smile at the view. Her gaze lingers, catching his eye for a fleeting second.

She points with her head to the group around him, wearing a playful smile on her lips, and lifting her thumb up to measure how he is doing tonight she waits for his response. Immediately he raises his own finger positively, his smile opening wider at her caring gesture to check on him.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out, causing momentary confusion and their brief interaction to cease. Murmurs and laughter rise as the guests fumble in the dark. Deo is the only one chuckling expectant as she knows what is to come.

Then, not ten seconds later, Yumi’s voice pierce the darkness through a megaphone. “Ladies and gents, it’s game time!”

The announcement is met with cheers and applause, and the porch transforms into a playground of excitement. Deo herself feels the rush of anticipation buzz down to the tip of her fingers as the group prepares for a surprise game under the stars, even though she replays the script made by her and Yumi earlier on in her mind.

The last time Taehyung stayed here, he arrived so tired from a late-night flight that he wasn’t able to participate in the welcoming game he knew Yumi organized every month, and he regretted it for the whole week he rented a room. This night was all every guest he met by the beach was able to talk about, and now he was ready to find why.

As some fairy lights and a big screen illuminate the space, Deo watches the handsome newcomer’s silhouette amid the glow. His grin was unmistakable as he raised a red cup, ready to dive open-heartedly into whatever it was that the hosts had prepared.

Supposedly, every time Yumi and Namjoon did this for the new guests to ambient themselves and feel more comfortable around everyone else, they prepared a scavenge hunt inside and outside of the hostel's bounds. But this week everything had gone to space and changes had to be made at the last minute.

Between losing a long-time employee and having to train Deo on the spot, as well as managing the surf lessons and running the business, the couple had little to no time to arrange the things needed for the anticipated scavenge hunt. So this month, Deo pitched in with a rather easy game to orchestrate and that would still promote the mingling of the visitors—Simon Says.

“And… Start!” Yumi exclaimed as she pressed the button to start the presentation on the projection screen.

Big crimson red letters appear giving instructions and the crowd thrillingly follows. “Simon says: make a group with four girls and three guys” it reads at first and everyone fumbles their way to find open spots. Deo herself is forced to join as two guests she had come to know, pull her to their side. The thrill of the game intertwined with the salt-kissed wind made her feel some sense of belonging that she had never really expected.

“Three guys, three girls!”

In the throes of the chaos of the match, it was inevitable however how Taehyung’s gaze followed the sound of Deo’s laughter. Even if their eyes meet in brief moments, and even if it was in the middle of an ongoing competition, a silent connection seemed to pull them to each other like gravity.

As the game reaches its apex, the tension in the air is palpable. The players’ laughter overlaps with the sound of Yumi’s megaphone, creating a symphony of fun. They aren’t completely strangers now. There is a spontaneous connection formed between them all, just like the hosts had intended it to.

“One guy, one girl! Quick!”, Yumi reads the screen through the megaphone overexcited, and the remaining participants eye each other in confusion while the rest of the crowd laughs entertained. “Oh–”

Taehyung steals a glance at his two partners, both male, and they all chuckle amused, not really knowing how to proceed.

“I think I messed up when writing this– Wait.” Yumi confesses to the crowd sheepishly, starting to move toward the laptop to try and fix the mistake.

But then Taehyung feels like someone is watching him through his peripheral, and when he turns his head, it’s her. Deo stands two feet away from him, close to Yumi, watching joyfully, and he suddenly knows what to do. Or better, his heart does.

With two quick steps, he reaches for her hand, pulling her gently to his side and attracting everyone else’s attention to their figures, Yumi’s included. In the midst of the applause and collective cheer, Deo’s mute inquiry reaches his eyes.

The porch begins to transform into a realm of unity and exhilaration, being lit by the moonlight and the shared spirit of the guests, but not that any of the two notice, as the girl is too enchanted by her last-minute partner’s orbs. Taehyung's big brown eyes pierce hers with certainty and a flash of curiosity that is almost childlike.

A shared smile floats between them as her sight falls to his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the joy of the evening and perhaps the butterflies that flutter rapidly in their stomachs.

The lights had gone out, but the bonds forming under the starry August sky seemed to shine even brighter.

ılı.lıl taehyung: When you look into a girl’s eyes you can tell if she’s compatible with you or not. I can see who she is through it… And in that moment I felt it. I knew that she and I would be compatible.

“We have our winner for tonight!” Yumi exclaims through the megaphone as they keep staring into each other’s eyes, “Congrats!”

Amidst the fading echoes of the beachside game’s conclusion, jubilant cheers resound from the open porch of the hostel. The sun had retreated long before the gathering had started, ceding its reign to a canvas of twilight hues, but now fireworks burst into existence, painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors.

The couple, different from the majority of the crowd who excitedly run towards the shores, stands hand in hand still. A silent connection stronger than the clamor. With each explosion, Taehyung’s gaze shifts from the spectacle to Deo, seeing in her eyes a breezeful wonder that makes him rendered. Yet, it’s not just the pyrotechnics that leave him breathless. As he watches her, a quiet realization dawns—his heart races to a rhythm he hadn’t known before. It’s more than just curiosity. At that moment, amid the splendor of the fireworks and the tranquil beauty of the night, Taehyung recognizes the gentle tug of love.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I liked everything about her… The way she looked at things and the way she smelled. How she had two funky single braids done in her loose strands and the clothes she threw together without much effort making an all-together beachy look.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Everything about her seemed perfect to me. I just… I really liked her.

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supertuna Maybe it’s because I’ve been dating for so long… But I find dating stories uhm… Kind of funny now keke

callmerinie “And it was at that moment that the fireworks went off…” 🤭🤭

tangerimin You bet they heard bells, too. I heard it was explosions of fireworks 😏

⤷ notmekeys i’m too drnk to answee this

supertuna I think everyone feels like their own love life is special like in a movie or something

notmekeys it’s a beautiful story tho

⤷ notmekeys there waas a guy who found a butiful woman on a trip and and the night they met fireworkss went off peww pew!

⤷ notmekeys their eyes met bang !! theirr hearts too

bluengrey But those things can happen all at once… At least I think so.

boreo well… if the woman is insanely pretty that’s possible. don’t you think?

⤷ tangerimin That’s exactly when you have to realize it’s just too good to be true, don’t you think?

supertuna Let’s say you wake up from that dream, then what happens if you don’t get together?

⤷ callmerinie then you die alone

⤷ notmekeys no. no no. i’m not alone.

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bluengrey Hmm

bluengrey I would still fall for her..

boreo if i met him again… i’d fall in love again

bluengrey Yes, I think I would.

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wifeofsnowbaird · 1 year ago

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You put a spell on me

[A/N: I was too lazy to wait for the end of the poll. also i haven't watched the show and wikipedia is kinda holding me up so don't get mad at me for messing smth up, i'll go on the fan wiki tho, they always have everything.]

[EDIT: guys I forgot about the civil war 💀💀💀 I finally fixed it tho so yay]

Part 1/Part 2

Masterlist

[Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth's version) x desi!oc]

Warning: description of blood, slight violence, flogging, racism, flogging, slaves, smut in maybe part 6?

Summary: Sheila was a slave taken by a British couple at the age of 12 for her singing. She was brought to America even though they had the 13th Amendment where slavery was abolished. She saw a friend of hers, who was brought with her, getting flogged and that was her last straw, proceeding to run away. Until she sees the most notorious outlaw in the South, then she settles to free her friends from the British couple that came to America for money.

It was July.25, 1878, Lincoln County, New Mexico. Sheila woke up to nothing but harsh screams coming from one of her friends as she was beaten and whipped. She felt worried because the girl was new…Unlike Sheila who had been with the owner since she was twelve, merely because his wife liked her singing when they had come to visit British India.

Her friend, Catherine, was a sad sixteen-year-old, mourning the death of her parents. They had threatened the owners of telling law enforcement what was happening but they knew that they wouldn't do anything about it.

The other slaves ran to her screams but were faced with fear and did nothing besides revel in their powerlessness. Sheila sat there, her damp brown skin and greasy raven hair clinging to her shell of a body. She knew how this would end, knew that they would be feeble against the man–Edward J. Mason– but she was ready to clean Catherine’s wounds and reassure her that she would be alright.

“Oh, look at my slave, Sheila, so obedient! You never have to hurt her, Edward!”

The sadistic gray-haired man chuckled, kissing his wife.

“ And aren’t I glad, Penelope! We chose her when she was twelve, it has been seven years since, of course, she’d love us, this is why I love Indians! They always gift us with beauty and trust.”

They both glanced at the gaunt, starved girl before chuckling. The Mistress patted Sheila’s head and reached for a rake beside her, beckoning to the other slaves.

Penelope Mason was a woman no different from her husband. Many wives were afraid of their spouses but Penelope was a wife who had nothing but pride in her bones. The rake in Penelope’s hand was covered in blood, meant to whip the slaves that threatened their control and most times Sheila could willing block out the screeches and screams, but now she just felt angry, ready to beat the couple with no morals.

But she was stuck being useless to defend them.

Fear is a burden that was attached to her like a drug, and only withdrawal held her back from screaming her heart out.

Until she found a boy with the brightest blue eyes.

From what she’d heard, he was an outlaw.

Billy the Kid was infamous because he was the man who killed a sheriff months ago, and chased out of the state. It was a mystery how he gained the courage to return to New Mexico.

“ Who’re you?” The man questioned, his vibrant cobalt eyes gazing at her with hostility.

Sheila didn’t want to think more about the dominant color in his entire posture and frame. His clothes were darker than sin and brighter than the sun, but his eyes were the only thing she could pay attention to, causing her to ignore their proximity.

“ I am a slave, belonging to the Mason family.”

He tilted his head, shocked eyes analyzing their surroundings.

“ I didn’ ask what you were forced to be, I asked who you are.”

“ My name is Sheila, is that what you want?”

“ Huh, I’m Billy, but considerin’ the poster you were starin’ at a min’ ago, you already know that. But...how did you...No, how dare they have slaves!”

The dividers were made by @wandanatromanova

#billy the kid #tom blyth imagine #william h bonney #billy the kid imagine #tom blyth #billy the kid smut #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x fem!oc #billy the kid x oc

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randomthefox · 2 months ago

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Man, I think the *only* things I agree with you on is Sonic emotionally manipulating Shadow and the Jet bodycount kerfuffle -- Profile and posts basically say Dead Dove, so I suppose that's on me, but you really do have a seething hatred for every other Sonic media, huh?

Perhaps if due diligence was taken you'd know that the artists are all together on an equal server to trade temp designs amongst eachother for use among the civilian Sonic populations - which would mean OCs too, of course, but to chalk that up to creators *just* wanting to see their OCs in the stories, possibly due to some self-perceived "hate" towards fans as you say, is really off-the-walls bonkers. Maybe with genuine time and consideration (i.e 24 hours of healthy self-reflection), you could find it to be projection on your part? And on Surge leaving Rest.HQ, god forgive *news and second-hand sources* existing lmao, not that it matters much. I think it's genuinely fascinating seeing how particular an insular group gets to make mountains out of molehills; same goes for the hate-boner mental gymnastics trying to understand why fans like Lanolin.

I'd say I appreciate the effort on your lot's part, got to get that Yang to our Yin, but you might do thirteen-thousand heel-turns and say 'the symbol is a vapid excuse of integrity' or something inane like that. Have a splendid day regardless!

Honestly if you agree with any one of my individual complaints then you actually agree with all of them. Because every single complaint branches out from the same core seed issue of "this isn't like the video games."

Sonic emotionally manipulating Shadow is bad BECAUSE it is contrary to how Sonic behaves in the video games

Sonic and Jet having a Rescue Count competition making light of the life or death threat those innocent civilians are under is bad BECAUSE it is contrary to how those characters behave in the video games.

Every single complaint I ever make about any piece of spin off Sonic media can be summarized as "that isn't how it is in the video games."

There is actually no nuance to any of my complaints whatsoever lol. If it's like the video games, then it's good. If it's not like the video games, then it's bad. It really doesn't go beyond that. At all. (It doesn't even need to be EXACTLY stuff from the video games. I LIKE in Sonic Movie 2 when they invented all that lore about the Owls vs Echidnas and the origin of the Master Emerald, even though that's different from the lore in the video games. But it was still LIKE the video games, so I enjoyed it.)

If you agree with me on those two instances being bad, then you HAVE to agree with me that the rest of the comic is bad too. Because it's all the exact same complaint. Every single panel. The only times I am ever NOT making a complaint is when the comic is actually passingly resembling the video games. Like when I said this panel was good. Because Amy is actually acting like how she does in the video games.

Whenever I'm NOT complaining about the comic it's BECAUSE the comic is authentically resembling the video games. And, therefore, is good.

If the comic was doing this more often THEN I WOULDN'T BE COMPLAINING AND SAYING THAT IT'S BAD. If this comic was an ACTUAL PROPER AUTHENTIC ADAPTATION OF THE SONIC THE HEDGEHOG VIDEO GAMES, then I would FUCKING LIKE IT. Because a Sonic adaptation that ACTUALLY ADAPTS the video games is literally ALL I WANT IN THE FUCKING WORLD.

Make sense? Are you following me here? Now stay with me on that logic here:

ALL of the OCs are bad because NONE OF THEM ARE FROM THE VIDEO GAMES. Any scene that is about an OC is AUTOMATICALLY bad because the OCs AREN'T FROM THE VIDEO GAMES. The Sonic franchise has so. So. So. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many characters. Why aren't they using literally ANY SINGLE ONE OF THEM instead of inventing some bullshit dumbass fucking deviant art OC that has never and will never appear in the video games?

Every single PANEL of this comic that contains an OC is bad by DEFAULT because it contains OCs that aren't from the games.

I hate ALL OF THEM because they AREN'T FROM THE GAMES.

The fact they are all atrociously fucking written despite the fact they don't even have the excuse of mandates tying the writers hands and they should theoretically have infinitely more creative freedom to write the OCs however they want only makes them worse. When it comes to the Video Game Characters, they're strung up by mandates. And the Video Game Characters are OCCASIONALLY written properly and well, from time to time. When it comes to the OCs, they have no mandates. And the OCs are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS written BADLY.

So what does THAT tell you?

Since you're here maybe you can answer a question for me: WHY CAN'T THE COMIC JUST BE GOOD?

WHY CAN'T THE COMIC JUST BE GOOD THOUGH?

ALL I WANT IS A GOOD SONIC COMIC WHY CAN'T THE COMIC BE GOOD??? IF THE COMIC WAS GOOD THAT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY, WHY CAN'T THEY JUST MAKE A SONIC COMIC THAT'S GOOD DO THEY NOT WANT ME TO BE HAPPY?

Hope your day is good too.

#idw sonic #sonic idw #foxeh reads idw

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anymovieone-shots · 8 months ago

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Free

Oc Recom x Miles x Lyle x Prager x Z-Dog x Mansk x Walker x Fike x Ja

3rd POV

Rose kept on dying.

She knew.

It was a loop.

Be brought to life in the form of an Avatar, see the memories of the old 'us', find Jake Sully, and die trying.

Only to be brought to life once again and do it again.

Rose had lost count on how many times she's been brought back go life over, and over, and over again.

At first, when she remembered it was when she had gotten her irkan, Lillith.

Lillith instantly called out to her, and Lillith came to Rose without hesitation and purred as if Lillith had missed Rose for a long time.

Which was true since Rose would be dead for weeks at a time, Lillith always seemed to wait for her rider to come back and it scared Rose when she found out.

Then, second time was when her and one of her mates, Ja, where looking around the forest, scouting and found two little na'vi kids with dog tags around their necks, the Recom Squad dog tags to be specific.

Rose didn't believe it until one of the kids called her Muna, meaning mother in English.

Rose and Ja went back and said nothing.

Then the third time was now, Rose and Fike had once again been scouting and found another two childer, two boys.

Both had dog tags but the little one had something there belonged to Rose.

A Rose necklace hanged around the older boys neck.

The rose that was given to Rose by her mates in her previous life.

Rose had tried to take it, but the boy hissed, "You might be my Muna, but you are not my Muna!"

Fike had taken notice that the younger boy had the dog tags of the rest of their mates.

Only to notice that around them where bones, the bones of the last recoms.

Fike slightly huffed and Rose looked around in tears.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Turning around she grabbed Fike and dragged him back to where their mates where.

With the rose necklace in hand, the one she had gotten from her 'old recom body' she stormed over to Miles and threw them at him.

"Did you know?" She had gained the attention of the rest of her mates.

Miles looked at what his mate, Rose, had thrown at his feet and it was the rose necklace that they had gifted to Rose in their human life.

"Know what?" Miles honestly didn't know, he was confused like the rest of his mates.

Rose scoffed, "How many times have we been brought back? Huh? Cause I lost count after the 6th time!"

"Don't know what your talking about, Lopez." Miles had used Rose last name and it meant not to push his buttons.

But Rose scoffed, she didn't care if Miles was mad, she didn't care if Miles used her last name, she didn't care about anything expect being played like a toy.

"We've die over and over again. We've done this shit more and more times! WE DIE AND WAKE UP, FOLLOW ORDERS FROM THE FUCKING STUPID GENERAL, AND DIE TRYING TO FIND JAKE! IT DOESN'T STOP!" Rose has tears going down her cheeks, the rest of her mates looking at the ground, they have noticed how their mate had been freezing at times and been stuck in her head as if remembering something.

"We've done this, and we're gonna do it again. We're puppets, Miles. That's all we are. We've walked this forest, that's the reason we don't need coordinates. We have irkans that we instantly know they belong to us. There are children out here," she pointed to the forest, "That have our dog tags and call me Muna! How do you explain that?"

Miles didn't say anything, he couldn't. He was wrong and Rose was right.

"We can't do this anymore, Miles." Rose shook her head as more tears went down her cheeks.

"It's our mission." Miles stated feeling anxious and angry.

"To die and be brought to life again? That's our mission?" Rose scoffed out, "If that's our mission, then I don't wanna do it anymore."

The recoms looked at one another, Rose was at her breaking point, and it was shocking.

Rose had always been the positive mate, the bubbly mate, the mate that didn't let anything bring her down.

But Rose seemed to figure out what the RDA was doing, and it was taking a huge toll on their mate.

Miles didn't know what had driven him to do it, weather it was his loyalty to the RDA or the fact that he couldn't see his mate in pain, but he had grabbed his gun and pointed it at Rose.

Z-Dog, Walker, Fike, Lyle, Mansk, Prager, and Ja had tensed.

Rose chuckled and shook her head, "Pull it."

The team slightly gasped.

Miles swallowed hard.

"I beg you," Rose had fresh new tears, "I'm tired, Miles. Please pull it. Bring me out of my misery, make me forget all this," she raised her hands to the air, "they'll bring me back anyways. They always do."

Rose had dropped all her weapons and slowly she took off her vest.

She walked up to where Miles was holding the gun and pointed it to her heart.

"Pull the trigger." Rose started to softly cry this time, "I'm done."

Everything stilled.

The air, the plants, the animals, the team, the teams heartbeats, but what had completed stilled was Miles and Rose.

Miles couldn't pull the trigger and Rose she was tried.

Rose had looked up to the sky and closed her eyes hearing the gun cock.

She waited for the pain, the yelling, the buzzing.

But nothing came expect a thump near her feet.

She looked and saw Miles had dropped the gun and had tears.

"I can't and won't kill you." Miles said softly as he took off his vest.

"We have trackers in our shoulders, we take them out." Miles didn't hesitate and the team didn't comprehend anything until Miles had taken out the tracker on his shoulder.

"What the fuck just happen?!" Fike had yelled out but was quite down by Walker.

Miles smiled at Rose, who held her own dagger, "We're going rouge."

Rose had taken out her own tracker and kissed Miles.

The team smiled and one by one they took out their trackers and got their weapons.

They called their irkans and climbed on.

Then they took off ignoring the radios they had left and felt free when flying through the air.

They were free, and this was gonna be one hella of a ride that Ewya would have in store for them.

#recom squad #recom prager #recom lyle wainfleet #recom mansk #recom miles quaritch #recom zdog #recom walker #recom fike #recom ja #avatar the way of water

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deadrlngers · 2 years ago

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OC TAG GAME.

i was tagged by @aragorngf and @devilbrakers to categorize some ocs and use this picrew, thank you so much ily both <3

i'm tagging: @uldwynsovs @nuclearstorms @morvaris @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @florbelles @nuwanders @nokstella @faarkas @indorilnerevarine @malefiicarum @katsigian @swanfey @necroticpetals @saintjudegf @denerims @shadowglens and all the ppl i probably forgot or that want to do this!!

-- FAVORITE OC.

vesper moxley + fenix hayes — cp2077

just started and already cheating sorry. listen. i said this multiple times already but in my mind they're literally a package deal, buy one take two. if you ever spent 5 minutes talking to me or looking at my blog you know they literally live in my mind jdfnkds i've gave them infinite amounts of love, care and attention. i'll be honest, i was going to put only fenix here at first (which is crazy that an oc that was supposed to be just a backstory plot point came this far, i've poured into him too much of what's home to me that now he took the shape of my walls, my bad). but. look at that picrew of vesper..SHE'S SO CUTE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HER <3

-- NEWEST OC.

maverick de soto — infamous if

maverick maeve mav rick eve, i gave them so many nicknames already and we're still are like, at the start of the whole if. they are a cunt, they would rather jump off a cliff than admit when they're wrong, she loves fights and antagonizing whoever falls in their trap..and they love their friends more than anything. i can't wait to see the if unfold because i love maeve SO much already!!

-- OLDEST OC.

selene — oblivion

not counting my characters from original works, selene is the oldest oc i have. i've played oblivion lots of times and she (for the most part) always been there with changes through the years. i went off with the moon as a concept for her, "she's a dreamer from the moon" is a line that always makes me think of her. selene is the unwilling hero, the one that got dragged into smth bigger than herself and slowly, since she had no choice, took the shape of the role they imposed on her. she found a mirage of a home for a little while, only for that to be taken away from her. it's truly not worth it to be a hero, huh?

-- MEANEST OC.

violante waesphine — baldur's gate 3

a difficult battle between vio, akira & zefyr but in the end i went for vio. saying "mean" is an understatement. 'a rose born among thorns'..well she's a thorn born among thorns. it's difficult for me to speak of vio at times, she's more of a concept than a person, more of a numb soldier than the one in charge of her own life. an assasin and a pawn in the hands of a patron, melancholy and remambrance, her life is like a long walk to the gallows and while she's walking that path she has full intention of making it everyone's problem

-- SOFTEST OC.

joelle knight — fallout 4

this one made me realise how i barely have 'soft' ocs jklfds. easy sweep for joelle!! she had her whole life ahead of her with her wife & the son they just adopted, she looked at the future with exctiment until everything was taken away from her. joelle could've let the pain harden her heart but she didn't let that happen. joelle strives to help the people and what's left of the world she knew, she's a cutie who will listen to you talk for hours and crack stupid jokes to see you smile. her 'soft' nature doesn't make her naive so caution is still advised if you try to fool her!!

-- MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.

zefyr — baldur's gate 3/d&d

i love zefyr madly. MADLY i say. they are a powerful draconic bloodline sorcerer that values their privacy AND peace more than anything else. zefyr lives as a hermit in a forest where they can fully concentrate on their studies of the arcane & such. they do not trust easily (or at all) and their guard is always up. you probably won't get more than a few words from them (unless you ask them about magic and power and such), they just want to be left alone u know? they are known as the ashen terror and not only for their hair color: ashes and fire are the only things they leave behind if you dare anger them!! also they are pink. if pink why evil, they're probably just misunderstood..

-- DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.

hiraeth one-eye — skyrim

hate to do this to hiraeth so much fkjdsfnk..i wouldn't say they are dumb, but they surely prefer a good swing of their greatsword as a solution to any other more complicated response. they're super friendly, they love music, reading, chickens and dragons and they would risk it all for the people they love!! also they're extremely dangerous so don't let the big smile fool you. they value honor over anything else and they just can't let go of their father's death ://

-- SMARTEST OC.

sibylla — skyrim

you had a dumbest dovahkiin, now have a smartest ex-dragon priest!! a tie between her and joelle but since joy had her shot already, it's sibylla's turn. formely known as vennesetiid (=the winds of time/destiny), sibylla was a breton born during the middle of the merethic era that joined the ranks of the dragon priests for the simple desire of power, and knowledge. she later betrayed her dragon lords and joined forces to defeated them but lost her life during the battle. but it's not over for her!! a silly little situation makes her come back to walk Tamriel's land, this time as a vampire. sibylla has been alive for centuries and centuries and spent all that time studying the arcane and magic and science as well and working to become the most powerful mage that ever lived (lived..kind of). she saw most of the world's history & legends say she had the power to see the future & she's the proud achiver of the first ever gender transition in tamriel, if you don't love her already you better start

-- OC I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH.

moira velez — fallout new vegas

beside the fact that i love her beyond human comprehension, moira is funny, adventurous, stupid in a good sense as in you can do whatever crazy thing you think of with her, she's an enabler and i think we would have lots of fun together, she's the positive kind of friend that can lift you up from anything when you need it. plus her and my best friend's nv oc are besties so it's like we're all besties to each other!! hehe <3

#feel free to ignore this i'm a bit nervous to tag ppl i haven't done a tag game in ages sjfdksf #tag games #thank you sm again!!! i had so much fun doing this <3 #don't look too much at fenix's picrew. that's not him sooooo bad. he would not say that but it's he would not look like that #also idk how the banners came out this cute..i might just make these for all of my ocs..#oc: vesper #oc: fenix #oc: maverick #oc: selene #oc: violante #oc: joelle #oc: zefyr #oc: hiraeth #oc: sibylla #oc: moira

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distortedmoondisc · 1 year ago

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hiiai for the ask game thing 🥺👉👈

Hi!! Thank you so much for asking for my otp vi 🥹💖💖💖

So! I hope I don't get too rambly with it ahdhfj

1. What made you ship it?: oh boy, the first and second chapters of the !! Main Story made me become so obsessed with them it wasn't even normal. I went into ensemble stars without any idea or notion about the franchise or the writing beforehand and I was absolutely confused with the way the characters talked to each other (the enstars writing is definitely an acquired taste imo lmao). So you must imagine how insane I felt when I, who wasn't used to male characters having such blatant, shameless and obviously deliberately flirty/romantic/shippy intended dialogue with each other such as.... This:

This was!!!! On their first meeting!!! They have known each other for less than 5 minutes and Aira has already fondled Hiiro's bicep!!!! Are these two normal??? (If you've been into enstars long enough you'll know that the answer is !!! No !!!)

And what's funnier is that after Aira does the (rub, rub), the next dialogue is literally this:

so like.... Akira (writer of all of the !! Main story) here had to force a switch on the conversation so these two could focus again on the topic they were discussing before (about whether or not they're underachievers and about Ensemble Square) from that fondling muscles scene. This means Akira didn't have any need to write that scene between these two, it wasn't necessary for the plot. The madlad just added that scene in there out of nowhere. Just for the funsies. For a silly little laugh. Because there's nothing more fun than making your OCs flirt with each other this shamelessly in your own story. He really gets the assignment.

Listing a few honorable mentions for hiiai interactions from the first and second episodes of the !! MS that made me imprint on them so hard that they became my biggest otp since july of last year and has taken hold of my heart ever since 🫶

Hiiro fawning over Aira's beautiful name 🥺🥺🥺

Hiiro here was really like yeah you're my soulmate, my soulmate bestie (no but seriously do you ever think about how hiiro became so attached to aira so quickly and wanted to become his friend so bad, and how he also saw their meeting as fate....)

He is so dramatic, he didn't even get directly rejected here

This is a personal favorite. I can't stress how mentally ill I was when I read Hiiro saying "I'll do my best to destroy the future where you'll feel sad" DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF???? this should be added to the "is this Russian literature or enstars" online quiz

If you are observant enough you'll see that Hiiro is the one shamelessly flirting all the time AHDJF but Aira himself (mostly in later chapters) also says some questionable stuff about Hiiro in some parts that makes you go... Huh (Aira saying to Hiiro "Aira-kun's route is no longer available for you!" Aira why are you equating yourself and Hiiro as the protagonist and romantic interest of a dating sim game? Do you have anything to share with the class?)

But yeah... them (vaguely gestures with hand). They give a very strong first impression to say the least, so it's not hard to imagine how I came to ship them as quickly and as strongly as I did ahdjf

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?: God, there's so many things I like about hiiai I don't think I can ever list them or rank them, but I'll try ahdjf

For starters, I just really like their dynamic (very basic answer, I know). A thing I really love about their dynamic is how Hiiro is so openly affectionate with Aira, and I think it's cute how Aira is so tsun about his care and affection for hiro-kun, but he just can't leave him alone and thinks of him so often (he mentions him all the time in the game's home lines wwww).

Another thing I love is the way their relationship develops throughout the !! main story. How Aira stuck to him and to Alkaloid due to obligation (in order to survive as an idol in ES) but actually became attached to Hiiro and formed the unique dynamic with him where Aira feels like he can't leave Hiiro alone to prevent him from getting into trouble (and while there is truth to that, there's also the fact that just genuinely Aira loves Hiiro because the first friend he's had in a long time, and a very loyal and loving one at that). In Hiiro's case, he also got attached to Aira very quickly since he was also his very first friend on the city 🥺

In general, I love that hiiai are each other's first friends in ES when they were completely alone, and that by finding each other they found the solution to their chronic loneliness (because Aira and Hiiro both suffer a lot from severe loneliness ever since their childhoods. Aira has never been able to keep lasting friendships and Hiiro's only company in his hometown was Rinne. So them finding each other and hitting it off so quickly and easily means a lot for the both of them, and they both try their best to make the friendship work because they want to keep it and make it last, yk?)

Another facet of hiiai that I like... how Aira always teaches Hiiro new things and helps him understand the world around him. I like to think about how Aira is, literally and metaphorically, the reason Hiiro loves the city, and how that is what leads him to stay there instead of going back to his hometown with his brother (and I just sit here and wonder if the rinniki parallels were intentional from Akira's part?)

I mean literally because Aira is the one who taught Hiiro what idols are, and that was what made Hiiro realize that yes, this is something he likes and a thing he wants to do with his life. And metaphorically, because I believe that for Hiiro, Aira is a representation of the city. Aira is a city boy, he has an upbringing and worldview completely different from his. Aira grew up in a world that is completely unknown and new to Hiiro, a world in which Hiiro didn't plan on staying for long in the first place, a world that Hiiro didn't plan on getting attached to, but that he still came to like at the end — so Hiiro, by loving and accepting Aira, is metaphorically loving and embracing the city and coming to understand it*. And we know that Hiiro deciding to stay in the city and becoming an idol for real is one of the most important parts of his arc of independence and self discovery, so this gives Hiiro's relationship with Aira another layer of depth that makes their bond more important and essential for each of their characters and arcs.

*I almost forgot to clarify why I think that Hiiro coming to like the city is such a big deal (and note, this is a personal interpretation). Basically, because Hiiro was so dead set on bringing his brother back to their hometown so he could become the monarch, he was still close minded about the outside world and stuck with the old arbitrary rules taught by his hometown. But just as Rinne predicted and hoped, Hiiro ended up being marveled by the city and all the things it offers and so many things he's never seen before (and you can extrapolate that marvel he feels for the city as the marvel and interest he feels for Aira when they first meet). So just as Rinne left his hometown in favor of the city—which was a thing Hiiro didn't understand before because he didn't know what even made the city so good in the first place to make his brother want to leave—Hiiro ended up liking the city as well and choosing to stay there instead of going back home, therefore chosing his own path like Rinne.

But then again, this is just my personal interpretation of the text ahdjf

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: I probably do, but I can't really think of one at the moment ahdjfj I guess one unpopular opinion is that I think that Aira isn't as stereotypically tsundere as people tend to depict him as in fanworks.

Don't get me wrong, Aira def is very tsun (and he is deliberately written as a stereotypical tsundere sometimes for the comedy bits and/or to make his feelings about others obvious. It might seem paradoxical, but the more tsun the acts—the biggest reaction he gets out of one of Hiiro's actions, for example—the more obvious his true feelings come across), but I also think it is often overlooked his character development in the !! MS where he grows to become more honest about his feelings and doesn't reject Hiiro's displays of affection as much and is even openly happy about them (like when he was happy that Hiiro held his hand and said it made him feel reassured). But this characterization isn't the most consistent throughout stories (and that is a thing that bothers me a little but talking about enstars' lore inconsistency is a story for another day ahdjf), so this is something very personal 😅

And that's all... thank goodness it was only 3 questions AHDJF I was hoping I'd write a short post, but it seems I *did* end up rambling about hiiai after all 😔🤙 what bring prompted to talk about the otp does to a person.

#thank you so much for the ask! I had fun doing this #there's probably stuff I forgot to mention or things I wish I had delved more into after I post this #but fuck it we ball #hiiai my beloveds its crazy how obsessed i am with them #i dont talk about them as much as i wish i did #and i have tons of thoughts about them #so it was nice letting some of them out with this ahdjd #asks #ship ask game

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dayundying · 4 months ago

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Interview of a dying man

(OC interview for my OC P, questions by @did-i-do-this-write)

1: Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?

*He neglects to answer, not purposefully, he sits there, his brain grasping for straws- He has no answer, not even a sentimental one.

Lifes taken its course into solitude, he gives up.*

2: Who is your best friend? Tell us about them!

*...Same problem.* "Who even has:" *He pauses to bring up his fingers into air quotes,* "'best friends' in Night City??" *He leans back, thinking, with his hand relaxed above his mouth.*

"I mean, kids, maybe..." *He mutters,

but he is not a child.*

5: What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

"Race, illegally." *He clasps his hands together above his knees- and smirks.* "Doesn't hurt innocents and is a great way to get out whatever shit you want to, blood, bullets, feelings."

7: Who do you look up to?

"Stupid sappy questions... no-one, that's for kids and people who get betrayed easily which..." *He squints, reflecting a bit, shit. That's him.

He still doesn't look up to anyone anymore, even in 2077, there's been a few people, he's gotten over that adoration one way or another.*

8: What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

"I mean, Heywood, all of it, every single person there, badge and scav. Shit, I have no clue who I'd be if it weren't for Heywood,

let's chalk it up to 'dead baby on the street' before I have an existential crisis about the girl I could've been."

9: Are you a spiritual person? If yes, what do you practice?

"Heheh, gosh, no, not one bit. I mean, I'm open to it? I'd be a shit friend to Misty if I wasn't, at the very least, open."

11: What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)? Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

"Before the whole, ah..." *He gestures at his own head, more formally, The Relic.* "...I was kinda big on documentaries, about science, here and there. Made me feel like a nerd though so I filled a lot of that space with reality shows, I mean- they have their place, I guess."

12: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

"Spy's retirement."

13: You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it?

"I don't have big dreams of my perfect penthouse, that's just useless at this point, but ah... I'd like to be able to build a memorial, for... someone.

I'm sure I have the eddies, guess I just have to figure out the perfect place." *He gives a long, drawn-out sigh, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck.*

"Know too many people who deserve a good grave, honestly..."

14: What are your favorite music genres?

*He blinks.* "Uh...whatever's on the radio nowadays, I guess. Honestly I tune it out."

15: Do you play any instruments? Which ones? How long have you been playing?

"Despite what some people would have you believe, I have 0 interest in the music industry."

24: What would you consider your main love language?

"Huh? What?"

#oc: player #ahhh this makes me nervous to post...#i havent written in forever i just love p 😔#oc interview #cyberpunk oc

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r3g-p14y3r · 5 months ago

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“Oh wow more writing? I can’t believe it!” /silly

Okay so this one is Pressure related, featuring Vex, my sona/oc I made just for Pressure.

You’ll come back anyways, won’t you?

Another day, another loop. As always, when you pick up your Dead Drop crate filled with batteries and a flashlight, Sebastian complains over the walkie-talkie about how you owe him for this oh so significant hassle. As snarky as the fish is, you have to admit he’s grown on you over the past few repeats.

The first few doors are nothing to you; collect data, watch out for the Angler, don’t die. They pass by fast. Door 3, door 8, door 10, door 13–

Oh. A code breacher?

Sitting unassumingly in the drawer in front of you is a code breacher. A code breacher, with its deep red boring back at you like some kind of creature. Huh. Must be your lucky day. Or cycle, really.

You’ve long given up trying to escape this hellhole and just roll with it. There’s nothing you can do to break this never-ending thing, at least to your knowledge. Dying deliberately didn’t work, nor did obtaining the crystal.

You feel like you’re going crazy.

You feel like you have gone crazy.

Finally, what breaks you out of your stupor is the flickering of the lights. Ah. The Angler. About time. What door are you on again? You mentally note to check the number as you slide into the locker with practiced ease.

As soon as that entity came, it goes. You hop out, flick your flashlight on and keep walking. Of course, you can’t really see the signs in this abyss of a hallway. Guess you’ll have to wait until you manage to reach a lit roo—

What’s that sound? That’s odd; you haven’t heard it before, making it hard to identify. Somehow it’s familiar though. Déjà vu, was it called?

No wait, you have heard it before. Ir takes you a bit to figure out what it exactly is, but you do get it eventually.

It’s humming.

Humming?

It’s getting louder.

How close is this—

You turn around and find nothing but the rest of the hall behind you. The song has stopped. “W-what…”

“Wait, V-“ you begin, before a gloved hand snatches away your flashlight and switches it off, plunging you into darkness. You then hear a snort above you, followed by your light briefly flickering on to reveal the thief.

“Surprise surprise! I’m surprised you didn’t hear me coming; I tripped over my own feet while following you, Expendable,” Vex manages to spit out after the usual bout of cackling he has whenever catching you off guard.

There he is. All clad in his orange-spotted, stubby-legged glory. The second entity— person, you correct yourself— you can talk to in this facility. Vex never really harms you if you don’t count the accidents with that big claw of his.

You never really get used to his appearance, no matter how many times you see it. The beady eyes, the mutated mouth on his chest and the tardigrade lower half of his body— the best way you could describe him is a messed-up caterpillar centaur of sorts. A messed-up caterpillar centaur with a penchant for stealing, that is.

“Well, I was just…” Just what? “Just thinking, that’s all. Lost in my head y’know?”

Even with your flashlight taken from you, you continue on; no amount of pleading (at least for now) will get Vex to give that much needed protection back. You don’t expect a response to your words, and you get none. He’s already gone away with your item.

But you know he did listen. You know he’ll ask what was on your mind later. He’s nosy that way.

Of course, stealing isn’t all that Vex does. He also likes scaring the ever loving hell out of you. Beneath desks, inside lockers…by the time you register how many doors you’ve gone through— 36 as you can see– you feel as though your heart’s going to burst out of your chest. It really doesn’t help how Vex chooses the freakiest positions and expressions to make when he pops in your face. What does he think he is? A contortionist?

The lights flicker another time, then again; it’s Blitz. You consider the locker to your right for a second. It— oh. It’s a Void Mass. You don’t see any empty ones around…is there a vent anywhere? Maybe one on the other wall? Below you? Oh, oh-it’s-too-late-neverm—

A sharp tug at the back of your jumpsuit sends you launching into a vent you didn’t register in your panicking mind. You cough at the brief tightness that was around your throat and shut your eyes.

Oh, that was too close. That was way too close. A second more and you would’ve been a heap of flesh on the floor. Again. How many times have you died already?

Your heart’s still beating, right? You are still capable of thought. You’re alive. You’re alive.

Heavy and tired, a sigh leaves the person behind you. “Geez, pal. Cut it…” he takes a few more breaths in. He sounds like he just ran a marathon. Did he rush out of his room just to get you? It sounds like it. “Cut it close, didn’t you? I…phew, gimme a sec, sorry.”

You watch as the poor underwater excuse of an insect waddles a bit away from you and leans against a crate while he catches his breath. The little jello horns atop his head sag back along with this exhausted motion.

He saved you?

Why did he save you? There was no point.

You’ll come back anyways, won’t you?

You’ll come back like you always do, go through door after door, die time after time. What was the point? Why?

…Why?

#vi attempts writing #pressure #roblox pressure

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thebluespacecow · 8 months ago

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HII!!! HELLO!!! how are you babe? Sending you the ask and returning the favor! please infodump on me 💪💪💪

I've listed some specific ocs but honestly you can tell me everything about everyone and I'll listen happily

1 to Kai and Rae? 3 and 4 for Lauma and Nora? Ah! 10 for Kai! 17 and 18 for Eliza 😏 21 for Greg. 22 for Eliza and Nickole. 26 and 27 for Lauma again. Ah! 28 for Kai! 30 for Kai and Rae? Mmm and 34 and 35 for Pandora >:]

Many thanks, beloved mutual

Hii??? Hello? What are you doing in my house. I've never thought about any of this, actualy.

Lets...do improv then? Bonkers. o7

1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? (Kai and Rea)

Huh. Honest to god i'd have an answer for any other but these two. Both of them are shades of blue (diffrent kinds, Kai is so much more electrifying and Rea is more desaturated and warm for their species), as per their skin, but whenever i draw them i have to fight the urge to dress them in yellow.

So.

Rea is a honey mellon yellow, leaning into green like leaves in the coming of fall.

Kai is ether a cool (both terms apply) black or the same glow in the dark yellow as her eyes?

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon? (Lauma Skujiņa, Nora Odera)

Lauma has her fists and a trust in her bones not to break and nothing else. (Her quirk, it's her quirk, she's shattering walls with it)

Nora? Nora Odera? Sickly insane lady? Babes, she takes a needle to her skin and carves at her own flesh. The only thing she's fighting is time. (Although you can argue that it's stuburnence)

4. how crafty/resourceful are they? (Lauma Skujiņa, Nora Odera)

For Lauma there is always some way to get out of a sittuation. Be it handeling awkward silence over coffee and cakes with people she dosn't realy know, or having to ease the quiet sobs of a child lerning to fear death while the weight of a building is on her sholders. She's lerned to go through most things with an ease and grace sometimes simply lerned in the moment.

Nora is...she's messy. Right below her surfice she is messy and volatile and so, so deeply tierd. Though, if you can give her enough time then anything can be taken care of. If she can be given the chance to stress over her short future to sickening detail, then she can give quick resolutions to issues after long thought.

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem? (Kai)

Oh, big, big fan of jewlery. One of the few little things they're openly an enjoyer of. Got their ears pearced at the same time as the rest of the littles from their home, but unlike the rest, they continued getting little, cool metals for their ears. All hand made. By themselves or their sister or heirlooms from people before them. A good gift for them are rings that curl around the finger, which are, sure, not Practical (hard metals on your flesh in permanently cold places are an insane thought) but why else do you think teenagers stuff their full fists in their pockets?

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child? (Eliza Martins...oh boy :|)

Like a duckling she'd follow around Dick when both of them are home for summer. Cry when Bruce sudgested she go to some rich kid summer camps to skatch and paint and draw in pretty places with other kids. Things like that would never pan out. If obe of them had a specific camp they would genuenly enjoy (all of which Bruce did extensive reserch for), then both of them had to go. And if not tailing Dickie? She'd pick weeds and water gardens with Alfred, lern the little things only people with decades of expiriance can show.

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing? (Eliza Martins)

Mmmmm....hmmmm....

Well.

Okay, this is something that has been bouncing around the back of my brain for however long i've had Eliza. So. So like. She had the same morals instiled as every bat. Of course she had. But, sadly, her morals do not matter in any of this. Never had. She functions on rules set for her by a being far older than time. She will do as things must be done and if she feels guilt or remorse-does not matter. This isn't an always thing. She is also put in situations where her best answer is the only one she's given, so it's not all always violence and murder from the get go. It's just that she wouldn't have a say in it if it was.

21. their favorite place to be? (Gred James)

Hm. His living room. Preferibly by himself. Preferibly with a warm tea and phisicaly heavy food. Preferibly in silence.

22. do they sleep well at night? (Nickole Moor, Eliza Martins<3)

Eliza is hit with the smell of home and a soft pillow and is out like a fucking light. No dreams, little nightmares. And if there are? Far too vivid to not be hounting in a way that only drains her more than she rests.

Nickole sleeps at odd hours. She has a genuen job, works actual hours (sure, she's in charge of them, but motherfucker needs shit to do to not go insane), so she should sleep more than she does. But there is always something to do. She likes doing things, she has passion for her craft, she knows that her cervices are needed for many in ways she may not even fuly know. So she works, late into the night. But her actual sleep? Bristles at any little sound and has nighmares and will call Jason at fucked hours if need be.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids? (Lauma Skujiņa)

Lauma has truly buil herself for fighting. She is tall and she is lean. Controled hands and steady feet, so much of how she moves is so terribly aware. Things like that have been dictated by her quirk, things like that have been formed because of how her skin tugs at scars of past mistakes as she moves. Quiet reminders as to why she is like this now.

27. if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch? (Lauma Skujiņa)

Too tall for football, too dissinterested in basketball. 👍

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone? (Kai)

With tough love. They bully their friends into taking care of themseles, drag them to bed, keep them under Kais body weight so they don't leave. They curl their tail around loved ones when something feels off, or when they've fallen asleep on their sholder. All little things, soft and small toutches full of radiating warmth, or tenderly hand crafted jewlery. Stuff as such.

30. do they smell like anything notable? (Kai and Rea)

I so, so genuenly do not know. Think of snowey hills and warm cotton socks, and the sent cats leave on beds. Maybe you'll get there.

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are. (Pandora)

She lies. Every new name a new story to weave. So little of who she is will ever be tangable in the words she's been using to tell about herself to whoever. A diffrent person gets a diffrent lie. All of them running so deep and so old that they may as well have shaped history.

35. do they ever return home? (Pandora)

It's no longer there. It never again will be.

#So!#Two hours it's been or something?#i genuenly cannot remember my own name after this #Who Am I #Thank you for this one #o7 #I am sick from my own words #eugh #i'll post brfors my fucking phone dies babes #<3 #ap rambles #ocs #all of em #just list all of em #dawn posts #asks

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