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I do genuinely think making Frankie intentionally autistic would be a natural evolution in understanding their character. Like a realization that the traits are core to their character beyond just them being new to living, things that would stick around much longer than them just getting used to existence. An understanding from the writers that if their character can so easily "unintentionally come off as autistic," perhaps the core of that character inherently aligns with and strikes a chord with that experience.

Snippets from the leak (and very long analysis) below.

They have the ingredients, if only they take the opportunity to embrace it.

There's potential for a similar evolution with Lagoona.

We've already seen in the show that Lagoona has idealized, fairy tale (scary tale) ideas about love, and specific archetypes in mind. If her arc is about learning real relationships, including romantic ones, aren't like the ones in fairy tales and telenovelas, you could organically take that in the direction of her first major romantic relationship not working out because it was built on these idealized notions. Especially considering our first time seeing Gil in the show is as the dream guy in Lagoona's story, you could create an arc around her idealizing him, falling in love with him, but then realizing the relationship doesn't click as well or easily as she thought it would (not necessarily from anything bad between them). She could start to recognize love in different shapes than she'd expected, in different places than she'd usually look, and surprise herself with what she finds.

There's no reason Lagoona needs to be straight, or otherwise. But within her arc, there's an opportunity to go beyond her learning about real relationships and romance, to explore a character discovering their orientation. It'd also draw a more distinct parallel to her growth from her initial false friendship with Toralei—based on dependency, uneven dynamics, and abstract ideas of what it means to be friends—to finding real friendship with Draculaura and co—based on mutual trust and acceptance.

Again, I don't think they'd need to paint Gil in a bad light for a potential romantic relationship between him and Lagoona to not work. In fact it'd be better and more meaningful if they didn't, both within the context of the arc itself being about Lagoona's self-discovery, and the context of their rocky relationship in g1.

Of note, Gil's only mention in the version of bible that got leaked is in relation to Lagoona.

Given the g3 show's current track record, it's undeniable his character will get expanded on beyond a relationship to Lagoona. And that none of that shows up in the leaked version of the bible is one of the (many!) things that points to it being a document in ongoing development (I could honestly make a whole other post about the characterizations that don't align with the final show).

On that note and as a final point, same as with Gil, Howleen's only mention in the leaked bible is in relation to Clawdeen.

Here, there's an idea of Howleen being a yet-unknown relative to Clawdeen, not very expanded upon. However, Howleen being a yet-unknown younger sister to Clawdeen, in addition to maintaining the relationship they had in g1, also makes a more compelling story than Howleen being a younger cousin of various relation. The main issue is figuring out how that fits with the timeline of their mother getting stuck on Beheme. It's probable making Howleen a younger cousin was an idea considered mainly because it avoids that issue entirely.

That being said, there's enough timeywimey shenanigans surrounding Beheme, and open-endedness around Selena Wolf's disappearance, that they could've still worked something else out.

But there's also potential to explore Howleen being a half-sister, or becoming an adopted sister later on. Both would be interesting dynamics not often too represented or explored in children's media, and could be valuable as relatable or teachable experiences for the show's target audience.

These are just my ideas of how Frankie, Lagoona, and Howleen could be expanded upon from the initial concepts in the leaked version of the bible. What I'm getting at is there are ways to get from this point, the specific version of the bible that was leaked, to a final show where Frankie is autistic (and maybe AuDHD), Lagoona is bi/pan/ace even, and Howleen is in some way Clawdeen's sister. Because, like I said in my last post, show bibles change, develop, and get updated as writers work on the show.

And as I mentioned earlier, there are several characterizations in the leaked version of the show bible that also don't line up with what we've seen in the finalized show, already halfway through the first season.

The leak doesn't provide any canon confirmation or deconfirmation. It just provides insight to how the writers were thinking about certain ideas at the time it was last updated.

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in every lifetime (pt. 4)

summary: logan goes to your apartment late in the night to make things right. finally. pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader tags / warnings: angst - post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), no use of y/n. word count: 1.2k a/n: so i certainly wasn't going to go this route for this chapter (it was originally gonna consist of a lot of yelling and all of that, but there is a softness to logan and add this song... i just couldn't write it the way i originally wanted). but anyway! thank you to everyone who's read this story - it holds a special place in my heart. i think we have one more chapter left before i consider this complete! our bb logan deserves a happy ending and i don't think i can torture him anymore lol. stay tuned though bc i'm gonna continue writing more for this character (i'm so obsessed). song lyrics will be in italics btw song: you are the reason by calum scott prev. part - next part.

Of course it’s raining. 

Logan shouldn’t have taken his motorcycle, but he wanted to get to you as fast as he could. There aren’t that many cars this late at night, but he still does have to swerve between traffic to get to your apartment. He’s drenched by the time he approaches your street, parking his motorcycle on the first spot he sees along the curb. He strokes his wet hair away from his face as he feels the heaviness weigh on his chest – he doesn’t know if you’d even hear him out, but he has to try. 

It isn’t until he gets near your apartment that he realizes maybe coming to your apartment this late in the night wasn’t a good idea. But he stops in his tracks when he sees you step out, immediately getting drenched in your oversized crewneck and plaid pajama pants. Despite the heavy rain, Logan knows you’ve been crying. Can see the way you cross your arms over your chest as you bite down on your lower lip. He can hear your heart beating, can hear how you’re stifling your sobs, can hear you whisper over and over: I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.

He isn’t sure why you’ve come outside, why you’re standing in the pouring rain, but he knows that he wants to pull you into his arms. Logan slowly begins to walk towards you, careful not to startle you. As he gets closer and closer to you, Logan feels the sudden urge to reach out to you, to wipe your tears away, to tell you that he’s here. 

And that he isn’t going anywhere. 

You don’t hear him and you’re so close to just yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs and asking the universe why? Why did it take your Logan away only to bring some version of him back? A version that wanted nothing to do with you? 

Your hands curl into fists, tears streaming down your face, hair and clothes completely soaked. You’re about to turn back around to go inside because you feel that if you stay out here another minute longer, you’re surely going to lose it. And you can’t. Laura still needs you. 

And you still need to be strong for her. 

Just as you’re about to reach for the handle of your front door, you hear his voice. It’s quiet, but it’s loud enough that you can hear it past the rain. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest when your eyes meet his. 

Time suddenly seems to stand still as you stare into each other’s eyes. You’re standing on your front steps with Logan on the sidewalk, gazing up at you. You can see the look on his face, the complete vulnerability that he’s displaying as he stares up at you.

All of his guarded walls are down. For you. Only ever for you. 

There goes my heart beating 'Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now

Slowly, he takes a step closer to you and you do the same. Neither of you say anything, the sound of the rain encompassing the both of you. You feel so overwhelmed with emotion and just like earlier that night, you yearn to reach out for him, to just be pulled into his arms. 

Logan can feel his own tears pool at the corners of his eyes as he keeps his gaze on you. He deserves this. He deserves you. He deserves a second chance to make things right. To be happy. To be loved. By you.

And there goes my mind racing  And you are the reason  That I'm still breathing  I'm hopeless now

As you take a step closer to him, so does Logan. Now standing in front of each other, mere inches separating your bodies, Logan reaches up to cup your cheek. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes momentarily, leaning into his touch as you bring a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Logan inhales sharply, your touch electrifying him once more. 

When your eyes flutter open, Logan steps closer, head dipping lower… 

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken

“In every lifetime and in every universe,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your lips. “I’m yours.” 

Your hand tightens around his wrist as your other hand comes up to rest on his chest. Tears pool around your eyes as the rain continues to come down. “Logan…”

“And with every fiber of my being, I will always love you.” Logan clears his throat, resting his forehead gently against yours as he brushes his nose with yours. 

Your hand on his chest clutches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him flush against you. Logan’s hand drops from your cheek to rest on your hip, lips pressing lightly on your cheek. 

And if I could turn back the clock I'd make sure the light defeated the dark I'd spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe

It isn’t until your hands move to wrap around his shoulders that Logan snakes his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. He holds you tightly to his chest, burying his face against the side of your neck. 

This… This is where he belongs. With you. 

He lets out a sigh of relief and tightens his hold on you when he feels your body begin to tremble with quiet sobs. This is as much of a relief for you as it is for him. This is your second chance and while your Logan will forever hold a special place in your heart, you feel lucky enough to be able to get another chance with a version of him. 

The rain continues to pour down on the both of you, not bothersome in the slightest. Slowly, he pulls back enough to look down at you. His eyes move lower until he gazes at your lips and then back up at your eyes. Logan brings a hand up to rest on your cheek, gently brushing the pad of his thumb against you.

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you

“I’d love you in every lifetime,” you repeat from the first night you saw him. “And that includes this one.”

“I’m here,” Logan whispers. “I’m with you, bub.”

You nod slowly, bringing your hands to gently push his wet hair away from his face. Logan’s lips turn upwards as his lips brush against yours lightly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you because he knows that you both have a long way to go. 

But he wants you to know that he’s no longer going to run. 

He’s going to be here, right by your side. 

Just like how it should be in this universe, in his universe, and in every universe out there. 

This was right where he belonged. 

'Cause I need you to see That you are the reason

“Logan?” you whisper, eyes gazing down at his lips.

“Yeah, darlin’?” 

“Kiss me,” you say quietly. “Please…”

Logan smiles, his hand splaying on the side of your neck as his thumb brushes against your jawline. Slowly, he shuts his eyes and leans in to press his lips against yours. 

Finally.

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Title: "Back To Our Mistakes"

Another fic! For the prompt "Then Go" for @merlinmicrofic. This also serves as a direct follow up to "Turn Back Time". I'm a bit unsure about this one, I was starting to do good with these short little things and then this one just seems so rushed and way too fast paced for me. I think I tried to cram too much of a story into the little 500 words...

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Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prompt(s): "Then Go"

Relationship(s): Merlin & Leon

Character(s): Merlin, Sir Leon

Important Tag(s): Immortal Leon, Time Traveler Merlin, Post Canon,

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply,

Word Count: 500

“I know that you went back and that you thought you could do it all over again, but you couldn't. None of it really mattered, because it all was about saving one person.” He stopped. “Except he dies too." Or After the events of Turn Back Time Merlin returns and tries to reconciles the damage he's done all while Leon has already found himself less than angry with the version of Merlin he last saw decades before.

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Merlin wanted to laugh at the rain as it fell; Irony if so—and if not—perhaps just his luck. The coat was heavy on his shoulders as he stood on the familiar cobblestone steps. An unfamiliar crack in the second step that he couldn't remember if it was there the last time or not.

Though, all he could remember was the ‘Then Go' from Leon and nothing else.

He shook his head, he'd been waiting outside his door too long. He knocked first, grabbed the key from his pocket and opened the door.

He discarded his jacket once inside and relished in the familiar comfort. It was warm, the hum of the Television played on low volume, while the smell of coffee was inescapable.

“Did you just knock?

Merlin followed the voice through to the kitchen. Leon was serving coffee in two mugs as Merlin leaned his weight against the doorway.

Leon looked at him, furrowed his eyebrows. “Merlin?”

He could lie, but it'd haunt him for the rest of his life. He tried to smile but failed. “I just came from the seventh century.”

Leon stopped, then continued preparing the coffees.

“Leon—”

“Don't.” He gestured to the kitchen island and Merlin took a seat.

Leon took a breath, then started. “It's been twenty-two years. I've met you more than a dozen times since and every version of you hadn't yet gotten to that point.”

Merlin kept his mouth shut.

“I know that you went back and that you thought you could do it all over again, but you couldn't. None of it really mattered, because it all was about saving one person.” He stopped. “Except he dies too.

Merlin pressed his eyes and swallowed.

“Once wasn't enough for you,” Leon continued. Twice seemed to barely feed that insanity. So you did it again, and again, and another time after that. And—to quote your words. No matter what you do, he always dies in your arms.”

“Stop—” His voice cracked.

“You give up and go back to past me. Then for three years you were…” He shook his head. “Empty… broken. Then one day you disappear. Jump a couple centuries and you're at my doorstep again.”

He dumped sugar in one mug, tapping the spoon on the side before laying it down. “How long has it been for you? Fifty? Sixty years?”

Merlin bit his lip as it trembled. “I lost count…” he said weakly, hiding behind a just as weak smile.

Leon rounded the counter and put the cup in front of Merlin. He wrapped an arm around Merlin as his tears began to fall.

Merlin leaned in. “I'm sorry. I'm—”

“I couldn't have stopped you, not really.” He couldn't play Fate any more than Merlin could.

“I can't,” Merlin continued.

“Then stay,” he said. “You’ve never stayed in one place very long,” he continued. “Call it a sabbatical.

He let out a weak laugh. “A sabbatical?”

He smiled, hummed, and gave Merlin's arm a squeeze. “The world can wait.”

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Steam flowed out of the bathroom as Taehyung opened the door, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips.

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when he and his bandmates were allowed to travel back to their hotel rooms to rest, exhausted from the concert and surprise fan-meeting.

Even if he felt like collapsing onto the ground, he couldn't find it within himself to go straight to sleep without getting into the shower.

Rubbing away water droplets that clung to the ends of his blue hair, Taehyung found himself distracted as he looked at photos taken by fans from that day's activities; though it felt kind of weird to see himself being held so highly by thousands around the world, Taehyung couldn't help the smile or chuckle that left his body as he read the paragraphs from the group's adoring fan base.

Sometimes, he wanted to comment and interact under ARMY's posts or even upload a video showing his gratitude, but it's a long and tiring process.

First, if any one of them wanted to go through with it, they'd have to bring it up to their managers, who'd then have to get permission from their company.

If approval was given, they'd have to practice and go over what's allowed to be posted, which, in Taehyung's opinion, loses the glamor of being genuine, so he'd rather stick with using a fake account to lurk around and type things.

Just as Taehyung was about to follow an account that was dedicated to fan-cam videos of all of their events, there was a knock at his hotel door. "Who is it?" he replied, halting all movement.

"It's Jimin."

Standing up, Taehyung moved to open the door, watching as his best friend leaned lazily across the threshold. "What's up, Chim? Need anything?"

Jimin stood up straight with a boyish grin and said, "Everyone's gathered in Jungkook's room to chill, and I just stopped by to see if you'd want to tag along."

"Sure, just let me throw on some clothes." After donning his body in a white t-shirt and a loose pair of black sweats, Taehyung followed his best friend to their bandmate's hotel room.

By the time they made it to the hotel room, the loud bickering voices of Jin and Jungkook could be heard through the door.

Before Taehyung could reach forward to knock, Jimin held up a hand to half him, reaching in his pocket to take out the room key card. "No need, I managed to flirt a copy of the room key away from the secretary." Swiping the card, a small green beep follows.

As soon as Jimin opened the door, they were met with chaos. "Hey, back the fuck up, Jungkook! I told you, it's my turn to play Mario Carts!" Jin hissed as he held a blue Wii controller out of the reach of a black-haired male.

Jungkook could be seen basically draped over the elder's form as he kneed his back. "I don't care! You're currently in my hotel room playing a game my fan gave me, so I can go again if I want. Now give it back, old man."

"Old?!" Jin's mouth dropped open in a mixture of horror and shock.

A cackle left Jungkook's lips at the brunet's face. "Yeah, old like I said. You didn't think you were getting any younger, did you? You're practically ancient compared to me."

"Boy, please! With looks like this, age will always be just a number, 'cause my appearance will never match it!" Jin stood up, scoffing loudly at the younger's words. "Take a good, long look at the epitome of worldwide handsomeness.

"More like Worldwide Averageness. Your looks are no different than a stranger walking down the street."

"Take that back. Take that back right now, Jeon Jungkook!"

"Or what? You're gonna fall over and die? Gonna hunt me from your grave?"

Jimin and Taehyung could only just watch as the eldest member of their group leaned back to tackle Jungkook over a childish comeback.

Taehyung turned to face his best friend once he realized the two weren't going to stop anytime soon. "Do you wanna head over to Hobi's room to see what he's up to?"

"Yeah, let's go." The two quickly backed out of the room, closing the door behind them to get as far away from the brewing chaos as possible. As soon as they turned the corner of the hall, they found themselves nearly crashing into Namjoon.

"Are you guys alright?" The white-haired male asked, shifting his hold on a cardboard box due to an almost run-in.

"We're good, just leaving the two kids to play." Jimin nodded his head behind him, a loud bang and a scream immediately following his words.

"Understandable."

"So what are you up to?" Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, a small grimace filling his lips as he felt how they were damp.

"Apparently, there were a few things gifted to us at the fan-meeting. I was just coming to see whether or not Kook wanted to keep what was left for him."

"What? I thought we weren't able to take presents from fans?" Jimin's lips pulled down, recalling how the company made an announcement that they would no longer be accepting things due to the sheer number of things being sent in on a daily basis.

"I know, but apparently an exception was made due to this not only being our last concert of the tour but because there weren't that many sent in today," Namjoon explained, reaching his hand inside to pull out one of the gifts. "Plus, these look like they cost a pretty penny."

Taehyung let out a sharp whistle, staring down at what looked to be a customized BT21 Cooky Rolex watch. "Did we get one too?"

"Yeah, yours should already be dropped off at your rooms."

"Awesome~"

"Wait, was this one of the gifts too?" Holding up an oversized red piece of material, Jimin interrupted his best friend's excited bubble.

"Um, actually no," Namjoon hummed, shifting the box into one of his arms. "My manager told me that it was left at the table we were at, so he put it in the box. Is it one of yours?"

Jimin shook his head no as Taehyung leaned over to grab one of the sleeves, "No, but I think it's Yoongi hyung's. I remember him wearing something red."

"Well here, be sure to give it to him since his room is across from yours, I'm going to go give Jungkook his things. Goodnight."

"Bye, Joon-hyung." "See you tomorrow, hyung." The two called out at once, waving to the older as they resumed their trek back to their respective rooms.

"Damn, I can't believe one of our fans really gifted us customized Rolex watches," Jimin said, shaking his head, the pink strands jolting at the movement.

"Right? Still, I can't wait to see what mine looks like, but seeing as Kook's was Cooky, ours most likely are our BT21 characters." Taehyung hummed, shifting the hoodie over his shoulder as he placed his free hand into his pocket.

Just as they were about to enter the elevator, Taehyung remembered something. "Hey, I'm about to drop off Hyung's hoodie. I'll meet up with you when I'm finished."

Jimin nodded his head, "Alright, see you in a bit."

Taehyung turned around and walked back to his room, giving firm knocks on the door across from his own. "Hyung! Yoongi hyung! Can you open the door? I have something for you!" After several minutes of waiting, only silence was returned.

Blowing out a large puff of hair, the bluenet decided to turn around and go back into his own hotel room. "I guess I'll give it to him later," he mumbled, throwing the jacket carelessly into a small pile of clothes at the foot of his bed before leaving to join his bandmates.

A/N: I legit didn't know how to end this, but oh well. See you guys next update.

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#5

"If you're sending Moses bullying messages, you are no Star Wars fan".

Hearing Ewan say this is so important to calling the racist bullshit that poc (mainly black actors go through). The racism that spews through popular communities like SW needs to stop. Moses is an incredible actress and doesn't need this bullshit from so-called SW "fans".

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Happy birthday to James Dean, a bicon, who was pictured reading poetry by James Whitcomb Riley in his hometown of Fairmount, IN (1955). ❤️💜💙

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My #1 post of 2022

As much as I love Nope 2022, there needs to be a conservation about how people used Mary Jo Elliott's shot from the trailer for their alien theories. If you haven't seen Nope, in the beginning with Gordy's birthday party he disfigures Mary Jo Elliot, a cast member with Jupe. Later it is revealed she survived and wears a veil to cover her face. In the trailer she looks up revealing her face post-Gordy attack and after that singular moment I saw people actuating that she is an alien to or her face is placed by a UFO for clickbait. I couldn't find the video but remember there was one distinctly titled "Are they an Alien?" next to Mary's face.

If some people had brain cells or a literal critical thinking they could tell that this person is a survivor of an attack (which I even thought was an acid attack due to the severity of the scars). And when it turns out it was from Gordy, the people who the made videos recanted their theories but it doesn't make it right to use a disabled/disfigured person whether real or fictional to use their image for clickbait.

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Chapter twenty five: “The End”

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Warning(s): a bit of swearing ; post-timeskip manga spoilers!!

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Or aka, ‘The Sakusa Kiyoomi Theory’

Act One: “Who is Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Saturday, 6:23 am, “y/n's home”

“You're late,” said y/n with crossed arms, she was already waiting for him at the door of her house. “I hope this doesn't become routine.”

It was already morning in the streets of Paris. Tendou Satori and her neighbor (and best friend), y/n l/n, were walking towards their famous bakery and chocolate shop, ‘Sweet Strawberries.’ It was a small place with a few tables to sit for tea and delicious things to eat. Also, although it was small, it was quite crowded.

“Woah, how angry you are today, little baker... More than usual, actually” y/n shook her head at her friend's comment. “But obviously I already know why, and it seems that you know why too.”

Y/n decided to ignore what Satori had said, and keep walking quite ahead of him. It was still an hour before the store opened, but they already had several orders that were due to deliver around nine in the morning. A three-tier wedding cake, forty heart-shaped chocolates for the anniversary of a married couple, and of course, the strawberry cake for someone named Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Around a quarter to seven, they arrived at the bakery, and they got down to work to get all the orders completed on time. 

Tendou was more dedicated to the chocolate part, of course, and to serve customers. Despite y/n had advanced a lot in terms of her social skills, she still needed to learn a little about how to communicate normally with a person.

“That 'Sakusa Kiyoomi' has a Japanese name, do you think he is too?” y/n asked, wiping flour from her hands.

“I don't know, they could be. But doesn't that name sound too familiar to you?”  Satori replied.

“That's exactly what I was thinking!”

“Weird.”

“Yeah... Anyway, the customer asked not to make the chocolate so bitter so add more milk to that please.”

“Yes, boss!” Satori made a military signal and continued his work.

Act Two: “Pretending to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

8:39 am, “Paris” (?)

Bokuto Koutarou, along with Miya Atsumu and Hinata Shoyo were lost in Paris. They had circled the Eiffel Tower at least five times. But it seemed they hadn't realized it yet.

They were more lost than Bokuto studying math. But a simple city would not defeat them so easily... would it?

“Maybe we should have brought Sakusa,” Hinata said after round number six.

“And hear him complain about how dirty everything is? No thanks,” Atsumu Miya replied, shaking his head. “We don't need Omi-Omi. I, Miya Atsumu, am enough to know where we are.”

Atsumu put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. Bokuto and Hinata looked around, ignoring the enormous tower behind them, wondering where they were.

“And where are we then?”

“Paris, of course” he replied. “I can’t believe you’re seriously asking that, Shoyo.”

Hinata and Bokuto looked at each other, unable to believe what their teammate was saying.

“Sure…” Bokuto said, getting his phone out of his pocket. It was time to be the serious person of the trio. “Akaashi, we got lost” and that time was now over. Koutarou was crying as he spoke to his friend, who was on another continent. “No, I can't stop crying, Akaashi. I swear I was following the steps you wrote on the map so we wouldn't get lost, but Atsumu wanted to take the lead, so he broke the instructions, and we don’t know where we are. It's all his fault...! No, Sakusa has not come either.”

“Hey! It wasn't my fault,” the dyed blonde complained, crossing his arms. “And we never needed Omi-Omi!”

“Okay, Akaashi, I'll do it. Bye, love you… As a bro of course” Bokuto finished saying and hung up. “He told me I have to call Tendou. Is the only way.”

Hinata started shaking his head from side to side, while Atsumu slapped his forehead with his hand. Then a message came from Keiji; It was the number of Tendou Satori himself. Bokuto started dialing the numbers that appeared on the screen of his phone, on Hinata's.

“Wait wait, shouldn't I speak? He might recognize your voice” Hinata said, awkwardly taking the phone from Bokuto's hands. 

“He would also recognize yours, Shoyo. I'll do it.” Atsumu snatched the device from him and pressed the call button. “Hello, sir, what’s up? I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, could you help me get to your store? I'm a bit lost... How did I get your number you ask? Eh– It's on your website dude! You should delete it, some people pretend to be someone else and you should not fall for that...”

Act Three: “If Sakusa Kiyoomi was real, we should have brought him.”

10:04 am, “Sweet Strawberries Bakery and Chocolate Shop”

“I can't believe it took us almost two hours to get here! It wasn't even that far from the hotel” Hinata said looking towards the building that was a few meters in front of them.

“Six blocks. Can’t believe it either.” Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow. “And now that? Are we going in or not?”

Bokuto went pale. He was going to see you, after so many years without communicating or having exchanged glances. He never imagined that he would see you again after that cold day in Miyagi. He had made a thousand scenarios in his head of how you two meet again: in some distant future you visit your hometown and he visits Hinata, and thus you meet in the park or on the street. You would have your own family, and he would have his. But that would happen in many years, not now. Not at this moment, when neither of you had grown enough... When he hadn't managed to forget you yet. But these weren't Koutarou's inventions, this was reality.

The incredible and stupid reality.

“I don't want to go in,” Bokuto said suddenly and stopped walking. “I’m not ready.”

Atsumu, who was already one step away from the door, turned to see him. Hinata collided with Miya's chest because he was walking right behind him.

“What are you talking about? Let's go in now” Atsumu said walking towards the ex-owl. “We didn't change the whole tour just so you don't go see your little girlfriend… We change it so you do! Don't be scared, do it now or you'll regret it for life. I remember how you talked about her during practice, and I even want to meet her after that! Come on dude, use the little braveness you have left.”

It seemed that Atsumu's words, or Hinata's smile next to him, made Bokuto take courage and head towards the entrance of the shop. 

A bell rang before three pairs of feet echoed through the small place. There was a great smell of chocolate that invaded every inch of the establishment. Hinata paced around the place until the sound of a door opening made the three teammates turn their heads to where the sound was coming from.

“Welcome, what can I offer-- So all of you are Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh?” Satori Tendou said, coming out of the back-room. “You see guys, I never believed this would happen. It makes me think a lot too… So, is Sakusa Kiyoomi even real?”

Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto were paralyzed in place for several seconds. The former Shiratorizawa monster stood with his hands on his hips, staring at them.

“Is it Sakusa Kiyoomi? Tell him I'm coming in a minute!” y/n yelled from the back room.

“Oh no, y/n, it’s someone much better!” Tendou replied, holding back his laughter. “You won't believe it even if you see this!”

Then, silence took over the place until a few quick steps interrupted it. A figure appeared through the door, with several boxes in their hands. A pile of boxes so big it covered their face.

“Help me, Satori, I'm going to fall” y/n complained, and after Tendou took out the boxes that covered her view, she saw her friend smiling widely. “What?”

Satori, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore, gestured with his head towards the three statues in the middle of the place. And finally, seeing her friend's face, he started to laugh out loud.

“Kou?”

“A-and Hinata!” shouted Bokuto nervously. Shoyo looked at him and then pointed at Atsumu.

“And also Atsumu!”

“And Saku– shit, we should have brought Omi-Omi after all…”

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Note: I am very very very very sorry for not posting this sooner, but I had thousand of things going on in my life. Now I’m better and ready to finish this beautiful, and crazy, love-story.

I hope you loved it as much as I did. I truly enjoyed it writing, and I’m happy to finish it too.

I’ll appreciate it a lot if you comment down below what you thought about the series. I’ll read you later -Tina.

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Chapter seventeen: “Promises”

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“Do you want to go out with me?!”

As Bokuto asked that question, your world began to spin. 

“Emiko is right” was the first thing you thought. Bokuto had a crush on you… He liked you.

Bokuto Koutarou, the ace of Fukurodani, liked you!

Between the awkward question you had been asked, one of the most important matches of your life happening in half an hour, and Tsukasa's screams that wouldn't stop, you couldn't think straight. 

Akaashi was observing you with a nervous little smile on his lips. He didn't say it but he was nervous about your reaction just like Bokuto was. The result of the match that Fukurodani was going to play, depended on the captain's moods; and for obvious reasons, your decision to accept or not his proposal too. Of course, Keiji wasn't going to force you to do something you didn't want to do, but deep inside of him, he wanted to take your hand and lead you on a date with Bokuto himself. 

“You can stop yelling now, Tsukasa” Akaashi exclaimed, pointing at Bokuto, who looked like a statue waiting for your answer. “I think it is better to leave them alone.”

“B-but…” Before Emiko could complain at Akaashi's request, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the other side of the court.

Two minutes passed in silence and neither of you had opened your mouths yet. Bokuto was yet as a statue, while you were still red trying to find the words to answer his question. 

A question you've never been asked before by anyone.  

“I'm sorry!” Bokuto said, placing his hands on his face, trying to hide his blush. “It was precipitated. We've only known each other for a few days, you don't have to go out with me! I was stupid to think that a girl like you would date someone like me… With a girl like you, I mean someone so beaut- KIND! I am the stupid one, I am not enough for you. We can still be friends, right? Oh no, I screw it all, didn’t I? You hate me, don’t you? Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

Before Bokuto could continue to apologize and talk nonsense, you put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. The red color from your face was already gone, and now a sincere smile was on it. You let out a giggle and removed your hand from his face.

“You don't have to say those things about yourself, Koutarou.” Hearing his name leave your lips, he blushed even more. “You are a great person, and you are not stupid. I'll go out with you… Only if you win the match.”

“You're welcome, Akaashi,” you thought.

Listening to your words, Bokuto started jumping from one side to the other. With his eyes asked your permission to hug you. When you understood his request, you nodded and opened your arms for him to surround you with his.

In the distance, Tsukasa's voice was heard shouting “AKAASHI LOOK! I'M A GENIUS!” Which made the two of you quickly stop hugging. 

“I'm going to win, I promise,” he said once the hug was over. “I will do it for you! Well, and to get to the finals too, of course.”

You nodded your head and then your captain yelled at Emiko and you to go warm up. Saying goodbye to Bokuto and Akaashi respectively, you went towards where your team was.

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Shiratorizawa was already in the second set of the match against Yunokawa High School. You were losing despite you had won the first set. Even though you were playing well, the other team used every tactic and move to score points; which made them tire faster, but they were effective for now. You knew that at some point they were going to be exhausted by the end of the set. Even if they did win it, by the next they weren't going to be rested enough to be able to play as well as this one. 

There were still at least two sets to go since to win a semifinal the best of five was played and you had to win at least three of them to be the winner. 

Your team was playing like they always did. You did not want to waste energy as you were sure that you would win and play the final, so you would also need strength for that game as well.

Tendou and Ushijima cheered from the stands. More Satori than Wakatoshi, because his screams were heard much more than the protests of his friend that he made every time Shiratorizawa made a mistake. 

Instead, Bokuto and Akaashi were playing theirs right next to you. You had glanced at Fukurodani's match several times, and you saw how well Bokuto was playing. He smiled every time he made a point, and even sometimes watched you, to see if you were also watching him. Their match was progressing quite quickly and they were already in the third set, the first two won by the owls. They were already towards the end of the game, which meant that they almost could taste the victory and then move to the final. 

After watching as Bokuto scored again, you noticed Emiko was the next to serve. The point ended in nothing because the ball hit the net, thus ending the second set. Tsukasa started to apologize over and over again, and your teammates tried to comfort her. You just watched her and shook your head.

“Emiko, imagine that the net is my head,” you said pointing to the division between both sides of the court. Then you smiled. “If you hit it again, you are hitting me. Think about how I would feel, do you understand?”

Even though your words sounded almost like a threat, Emiko smiled and thanked you. Maybe your other teammates would feel horrible if you told them that, but you knew what Tsukasa was like, and you knew that if you found some way for her to relax, she could pass the net. This was a perfect way to do it: make her imagine that the net was you, her friend, and she didn’t want to hurt her friend, right?

The two teams began to play, and again you were losing. It was Tsukasa's turn to serve, and you looked at her pointing at your head with your hand.

“My head,” you said and then pointed to the net. “That is my head.”

Emiko nodded and walked a few steps behind the line that marked the limits of the court. 

As she jumped to hit the ball in her mind she repeated: “y/n’s head, y/n’s head, y/n’s head.” And after the ball passed the net, it quickly fell to the ground with great speed. It had been a direct point. And just like that, she scored ten more… Putting your team in the lead.

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With the end of the Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani´s matches, Bokuto and Akaashi approached you to congratulate you on making it to the final… And also to claim his “prize”.

At the end of the third set, what you had anticipated had happened: Yunokawa's players were too exhausted to leave everything on the court, and since you still had a lot of energy, you increased your pace; weakening, even more, the rival team. 

When the owls got to where you and your three friends were, Emiko started looking at Bokuto and you, raising and lowering her eyebrows several times. Tendou and Ushijima looked at her strangely, since they did not know that Bokuto had asked you out.

“Tsukasa Emiko, you'd better calm down,” you said pointing a finger at her. “You will lose a friend if you don't.”

Emiko started laughing, while Tendou and Ushijima were still confused.

“Well, I kept my promise,” Bokuto said, taking a step forward. “When is our date?”

Satori let out a small gasp and tried to jump to hit the Fukurodani captain. Luckily, Emiko and Ushijima managed to hold him by his arms before he could. Wakatoshi was skeptical by the situation, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt. Even if it was someone who wanted to date HIS friend.

“Let me out!” shouted Tendou trying to get out of his prison of arms. “I'm going to kick his ass! Who does he think he is to date the sweet and tiny y/n! She’s our friend, we have to protect her!”

You were trying to calm Satori down, but he still wanted to beat Bokuto (and Akaashi as well), so you told Bokuto that you would plan your date by message after the finals ended. You were going to take Tendou to lunch so you could tranquilize him.

Of course, as Koutarou didn't want to be hurt he agreed, and with Akaashi they left along with his team.

“Satori, one day I'll kill you... I promise” you said dragging him by the ear out of the gym.

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Bonus: my friend asked me why did I name Tsukasa like that so here is the reason.

- If you’ve seen the anime “Plastic Memories” you might know why. The main character’s last name is Tsukasa and I loved him, so I decided to name her in honor of him.

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