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am I starting to understand what the 5 makima fans in this universe see in her or do I need to go to bed
#jokes aside! I haven’t slept at all. and it’s 5am#☹️#yeah I think. I need a nap#oh also guys I watched the second to most recent (?? is that a phrase) mha episode yesterday! I cried#bakugo my. my son#☹️☹️ horikoshi………. when I get my paws on you………..#back to makima tho. herghrghi I’ve been watching edits of her#she seems. mm#she’s like gojo but. freakier#i actually don’t know if that’s true or not but she definitely seems that way!!!!!!#that reminds me of a post I saw saying makima would try to manipulate gojo and he would win with the power of homosexuality#☠️☠️☠️ well I mean#I’m gonna try and start watching more anime’s than just my hero and saiki k but. it always feels sooo intimidating getting into a new show#like I have to consume some media of it first. I can’t be informed of the lore through watching or reading the piece of media myself#I must watch edits and read fanfics first. and then I can watch it :3 is that weird of me. idk it might be#IT JUST MAKES IT SEEM LESS SCARY WHEN I KNOW WHATS GOING ON A LITTLE BIT#now I’m just mindlessly rambling I think. I need sleep#jjk#olls thoughts 💭
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Divorcing Izuku Midoriya Headcanons
I'm on a creative rush, and this may make zero sense because I'm tired lmao. Anyways, have some angst <3
Tagging the babes: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @trickster-kat @angelshimaa (babe, you've missed some very angsty posts) @xhieru @mimisxs @dabislittlemouse
Content Warning: Divorce, emotional abuse and manipulation, mention of baby-trapping, alcohol.
• As I said in my last post, divorcing Izuku is a nightmare. Think about the most energy-draining and mental health deteriorating process, and multiply it for a minimum of 6 months. Izuku won't make things easy for you at all, trying to drag and prolong the whole ordeal just to keep you close. I've divided this set of headcanons by key moments/topics to keep some order. I hope you enjoy them, I'm pouring my heart on these (also pay attention to detail because I'm working on something hehe).
Denial and confusion: the first days after you serve him papers
• Izuku genuinely doesn't understand why you want to leave, refusing to accept the fact that you're not happy being by his side. He's given you all there is to give: a comfortable house, nice clothes, expensive cars, etc. So when you serve him papers, Izuku's first reaction is confusion followed by fear. In that head of his, he's made everything a good husband has to do! So why? Why would you not be happy?
• If you were smart enough and planned your movements with care, you should be able to go through your divorce without depending financially on Izuku or having to live in the same place. You'd have to deal with his incessant calls and texts, often having to block unknown numbers to avoid hearing his whines, but it'd be less difficult. If you weren't thoughtful about the situation and proceeded without the right steps, oh, you're in for a treat: there's nowhere you can go besides the house you shared with him, no place where you can be at peace. You're at Izuku's mercy, like it or not, but that's another story.
• In addition to his denial, Izuku starts to (unconsciously) guilt trip you. Phrases like "Sorry for not being enough," and "I know I'm very pathetic" become frequent. It pains your heart to hear those things because you know Izuku loves you, you are just not compatible at all. You try to let him see it's not about being enough, it's more about effort; with much patience, you set things clear to avoid any misunderstandings, but Izuku just doesn't get it.
• "Haven't I done this or that for you? Didn't I buy you all these things? Am I not enough?" "Izuku, I didn't ask you for any of this, all I wanted was my husband..." Conversations like this occur during this phase, and they can only be held through the phone (when he is sober and not yelling/hollering how much of a mistake a divorce would be). He tries to gauge sympathy from you, telling you that his job is important but that he loves you so much!
• He becomes an empty shell of the bright ray of sunshine the public knew. It goes unnoticed by many, but the people who work around him can tell. It is then when he starts telling others about his marital situation, and you end up seeing faces you've met once or twice during galas or hero events. You "accidentally" stumble across your husband's colleagues, like Ochako, who try to convince you to give him a second chance. "I- I know we don't know each other a lot but please, consider it. Izuku is a great guy a-and I'm sure you guys could fix any problem!" It is embarrassing for you because no one wants people to know their issues.
• What's so ironic about the moment when you serve him papers is that he receives them at his office, the very root of all the problems in your marriage. It was the place where he had spent anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's... those four walls witnessed the beginning and the end of your relationship. Izuku has a mental breakdown when he finally reads the documents but, hey, he was still pro-hero Deku, right?
Negotiations and lawyers: The first weeks and months
• If having to deal with Izuku's colleagues trying to change your mind wasn't enough, be ready for your soon-to-be ex trying to negotiate. Midoriya suggests couple's therapy to talk this through, and for a split of second, it almost sounds like a good idea! But then you remember all those times when Izuku had promised you he'd be there for you and failed. It didn't seem plausible after that... Besides, all things considered, it'd be hard to find a therapist who could see your side of the story. Who would dare to tell someone as charming and popular as Izuku that he failed as a husband?
• Once therapy is off the table, Izuku brings up children. It may be considered a low blow, especially if one of your dreams was to form a family with him, so his offer felt cruel. "W-we can have kids! Wouldn't you want that? We can be a big family, with one- No, two babies!" "Ouch, it takes a divorce for you to even think about it, huh? That's uh, slightly concerning. Besides, a kid needs a father too... I'm not planning on being a single mom in this marriage" Now, Izuku strikes me as the kind that would try to . to stay. I'm sorry if it sounds terrible, but considering how sometimes he acts on impulse, he really could try it.
• Izuku also tries to be at home more often; he "cooks" (it's takeout disguised as home meals), brings you coffee to the bed, and calls you all kinds of sappy nicknames... It saddens you, why couldn't he care like that before? Of course, this point only applies if you still live with him during this whole process. If you don't, he starts frequenting the places where he guessed could find you: cafeterias, plazas, shops...
• Finding a lawyer for you was a hard task, especially because everyone sees you as a "dumb" woman who is trying to divorce Japan's number one hero. Not to mention they were very expensive, and Izuku was certainly not giving you money for that. You tell Izuku that mediations need to happen to progress with the divorce, but he never shows up to the meetings. There's always an excuse for that man! No matter how much you plea, he refuses to sign the paper. Izuku also becomes very mean towards you, outright berating you for not understanding him. It's gruesome to see him turn into such a monster during these months.
• As an additional point for this part, Izuku hires a private investigator to follow you around. He feels bad for thinking of it, but the idea that you could be seeing someone else while you're trying to divorce him eats him alive.
Last resort: Mediatic battle
• The media is very quick to pick up your marriage's fall down. Time after time you visited your lawyer's office for them to put two and two together, and Izuku takes that to his advantage. Sensationalist articles had already been happening, a lot of them being cruel and demeaning towards you. Titles like "Is she a cheater?" "No amount of success gives you the girl!" And "Pro-hero Deku will be looking for a new wife soon" started popping up. You have to take down any social platform to avoid being targeted.
• It is when Izuku gives a public declaration that things get worse. "I'm sorry, my wife is just not happy with me anymore. Please respect her wish! Don't harass her, I failed as a husband." It may seem like a hearty and sorrowful declaration from the outside, but Izuku picked word by word to gain sympathy and pressure you into changing your mind. People in the street call you "heartless", and the stress simply keeps growing for you.
• To put it in simple words, you were David against Goliath, except Goliath was a glorified person who had all the resources and support of the people. You were nothing but a tiny mouse squeaking to be set free of a relationship that was suffocating you.
The aftermath: Supposing you haven't given up and he signed the divorce papers
• If you somehow manage to divorce him after all these problems, congratulations. You survived 5% of the drama that awaits you! Now you won't be able to date someone without people snapping photos for entertainment news or judging you for leaving "such a great man". Izuku will still try to convince you to go back to him, playing his "sad lover" role in front of the cameras so well! He'll try to send expensive gifts and tell you to keep the house, he'll call you drunk in the middle of the night, and if you're not careful enough, he may try to gaslight you into thinking nothing wrong was happening in your marriage.
• One particular thing I must mention is that Izuku only signed the papers after you yelled at him at one of the legal mediations, hot embarrassment tears falling from your tired eyes as you begged him to let you go.
• Anyways, the list could go on, but those are the main points of divorcing Izuku :')
"Please, just sign the papers..." You said through the phone, your voice tired of pleading to someone who simply refused to hear you. "I will, I will! I'm just a little under the snow with work. Can you reschedule?" Izuku said, apologizing for not being there for you. Excusing himself for failing you, but refusing to let go. "You know how many articles I've seen with my face saying how much of bitch I am for visiting my lawyer's office?"
Izuku's silence was deafening, you could only hear him sigh slightly, perhaps feeling bad for putting you in such a position. "I don't want this divorce."
"But I do, so don't make things more difficult for me, please." He heard you say, biting his lip to hold back the tears. Izuku was glad you couldn't see him, sitting alone in his office with a half-empty bottle of wine you'd gifted him for his birthday. "Do you remember what day is today?" He asked.
"I don't know, Monday? I haven't slept lately." You answered unamused. "It's our anniversary... we married 5 years ago, on this very day." His words came out as a slow slur, his breath hitching as he crumbled through the phone. "I miss you a lot, please-"
"I'll see you on Wednesday, if you're not there I swear to God..."
...
"Mr. Midoriya?" Your lawyer called, her voice bringing your anxious husband back to reality. "Ah, sorry, it's me. Is... is she in there?" He asked, pointing at her office. She just looked at him with little sympathy and nodded. "On time, as always. Maybe you should avoid keeping her waiting, that's the least you could considering how many times we've had these conversations."
"There's no way I can fix this, is there?" Izuku asked as if the lawyer cared. "Wanna do something nice for her? Divorce her."
#my hero academia#izuku midoriya x reader#deku x reader#deku angst#izuku midoriya angst#divorced Au! Yeah I think Im gonna make a whole Au#I need a nap#Feedback is appreciated
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Fluent Freshman - Part 29
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“Neil, why do you have Smith’s phone?” Andrew asks as the two of them are setting out plates for lunch. Neil startled and looked down at the phone that he had just sat at the table and furrowed his brow.
“What do you mean? This is mine?” Neil asks. He knows his phone even if he’s not really the best with them.
The one that Andrew had given him his Freshman year had died after it got run over by the Maserati when Neil left it on the roof of the car by accident. The second one Andrew had gotten him had been destroyed in rather spectacular fashion earlier in the year when he’d had a bit of a freak out on January 19th. The team knew better than to text him on that particular day now but Andrew had said that he’d take custody of his phone this year. Wymack had stepped in with a phone that same day before Andrew could buy him a new one and that phone had been launched at the Baseball captain that summer.
All this to say, Neil is now looking at the phone in concern because it is highly likely he swapped his with FF’s.
“No it’s not.” Andrew sighs and points to a corner, “You cracked yours up here.” He opens the phone and then the contacts and sure enough Neil doesn’t see his own contacts but the ones that Nicky had programmed into FF’s the day before.
“Oh, I guess I switched them at the hospital.” He says with an embarrassed blush. Maybe he should get a little accessory to differentiate his phone from the other ones that Wymack has gotten.
There’s a slight commotion in the kitchen, “Kevin, stop trying to add vanilla protein powder to Smithy’s soup!” Nicky shouts.
“He needs protein to heal properly! That nutritionist might just feed him a loaf of bread since he is using an outdated model!” Kevin argues back.
“Kevin the doctor said clear soup also do you want to make Smiths sick? Vanilla protein powder and chicken broth?” Aaron asks disgust evident.
“I’d use unflavored but this is all that’s in the house and I am not going shopping until this weekend is over.” Kevin argues back.
“Smiths went out shopping on Black Friday and came back unscathed. He even went out into the worst of it just to get some groceries for baking and breakfast.” Aaron says with a huff.
“He still got stabbed!” Kevin returns.
“Kevin, he was definitely not grocery shopping when he got stabbed.” Nicky shoots back.
“He needs-“
“Przywiążę cię do krzesła.” Neil hears Smith’s Grandma cut Kevin off. Her tone is so sweet just like it has been the last couple times she has interrupted an argument between them all. She really has warmed up to them since Andrew confessed.
Nicky lets out a loud bark of laughter.
“Are you okay?” Aaron asks.
“Yeah, cutting onions make me laugh.” Nicky returns quickly.
Kevin walks out of the Kitchen with the same gooey expression he’s gotten every time Smith’s Grandma has said something sweet to him but considering how often and how hard Nicky laughs at what she says he wonders if she’s just sassing him in a sweet tone.
He really needs to pick up a phrase book.
He might like her even more if his theory is correct.
“It shouldn’t be a big problem.” Neil says but he is a bit more careful as he moves FF’s phone away from where it could get damaged. “Smith is definitely asleep. He looked really tired.” Neil says and it twists his own stomach to think about how FF looked in his hospital bed. FF wouldn’t take anything more than the bare minimum when it came to pain medication.
Each “I’m fine.” He gave had him coming to a deeper and deeper understanding of how frustrating it is to have someone who is CLEARLY not fine say they are.
“I’m more concerned about who might text you.” Andrew says.
Neil shrugs, “Ichirou is more the type to just show up.” Because it’s true. Every time he’s met Ichirou there had been very little warning.
Andrew frowns but then Nicky is coming out with lunch. It was nothing fancy but a home cooked meal always made Neil feel warm. Smith’s grandma had just been using what was in their pantry so far but the two other meals (and her pie) had been amazing.
“Lunch is ready. We’ll head back to the hospital afterwards to see when Smithy can get discharged.” Nicky says putting a large bowl of pasta in the center of the table. Aaron came out a moment later with the Parmesan shaker and the protein powder bottle.
“Here you go Kevin, add as much as you want to your own meal.” Aaron says in a sweet tone just like Smith’s Grandma.
“Eat shit Aaron.” Kevin scowls now knocked out of his gooey expression as fills his plate with pasta and reaches for the Parmesan.
Neil can’t help but let out a puff of laughter at the interaction and lets the worry of being away from his phone slide away. FF was sleeping, he was safe, and Ichirou had not expressed any interest in talking to him.
“Pass that to me when you’re done.” Neil asks pointing at the Parmesan as he fills his and Andrew’s plates.
***
There had been a plan.
Nathaniel Wesninski was supposed to be at this hospital at least according to his cell phone location. His future investment was not the best at keeping that device on him though so he was willing to wait when there were no signs of the Wesninski. There would, of course, be a cost for his patience. He had his men go seek out the uninvolved civilian. If Wesninski came back and found his friend threatened due to his lackadaisical nature with his phone perhaps he’d remember to keep it on him.
Except now that very uninvolved civilian is sitting in front of him. The ’Smith’ that Wesninski had spoken of.
He sees Wesninski’s phone sat on the table and his eyes go back to the young man in front of him. He wonders if this was some ploy by Wesninski, some statement. This young man in front of him took out one of the Butcher’s top men on his own.
He’d confirmed it when he’d gone to see Jackson earlier that day. He went to remind them what would happen if they tried to turn over anything to the Federal agents and to see how two of his biggest headaches had been taken out so suddenly.
Jackson talked about how Wesninski’s friend hadn’t seemed surprised to find him in the alley, had seemed like he had been expecting it and how swiftly he had been taken out. Wesninski’s guard dog had gone out afterwards and they’d lead Romero into a trap that resulted in his arrest and this civilian swearing up and down that Romero was the one that stabbed him even though Romero asserts that he never had a firm grip on the knife.
A great way to ensure he was held by the police while they were fully investigated. They wouldn’t have much time to investigate either of the Butcher’s remnants. Ichirou was only offering the choice between something painful or something easy.
The young man in front of him offered nothing, waiting for Ichirou to begin the talks. His expression clearly showing that he’d happily wait Ichirou out as if he was long used to tense silences. There is no doubt that this man in front of him knows exactly who he is but he still has the audacity to wait him out.
“Where is Wesninski?” He tightens his fist at having to ask first.
“That’s not Captain Neil’s last name anymore.” FF returns with the first hint of expression on his face being a frown.
The first piece of information given. So, loyal to Nathaniel and not to the Wesninski line. Loyal to Captain Neil.
“Captain Neil is getting lunch.” He answers, “I’m the only one here for you to talk to right now.” He adds after a moment putting his hands on the table.
Ichirou can understand what isn’t being said.
“Does, Josten, realize you’re here?” He asks taking care to use Wesninski’s new last name knowing he wouldn’t get his answers otherwise. He has a hard time imagining the man who was so loyal to his friends purposefully leaving this one to act as defense for him.
Wesninski had been very clear during his brief phone conversation with him, “Smith was just caught up in all of this. He’s not a threat to you Lord Moriyama.” He had said voice steady and without a hint of a lie.
“In the hospital? Of course.” He returns, “Down here talking to you? He’ll probably be upset.” he says after a moment.
“And yet, you’re here.” He says mirroring the man’s own relaxed posture.
Loyal but willing to do something that might displease the one he is loyal to if it would keep them safe. Ichirou stops himself from looking to his left where his most loyal man stood. Connor had stepped in front of threats he hadn’t seen coming plenty of times, had questioned him even when Ichirou had threatened to cut out his tongue for it, and had always had the courage to look Ichirou in the eye when he explained himself no matter how injured he was or how irate Ichirou was.
It’s something rare and it seems like it is something Wesninski has found unknowingly.
“Yes, I’m here to talk about Friday night.” He says, “I assume you’ve already spoken with Romero and Jackson.” He says moving the conversation away from Wesninski. Bringing Ichirou’s attention and possible ire to himself.
A truly rare find in his world.
“Yes, let’s talk about Friday night.” He agrees.
***
What was it about the Smith family and making great food?
It was just a simple combination of canned tomatoes, butter, pasta, onions, cheese, spices and garlic but it had Neil going for a third serving. Smith’s Grandma had really made enough to feed an army and when he’d commented Nicky had just reached over and tried to pinch his cheek fat only for his fingers to find little to grab onto, “You’re too thin! Eat more!” He exclaimed before repeating it to Smith’s Grandma in Polish who nodded earnestly.
Wymack was at the table after he took a shower. Kevin was still trying to convince Aaron of all people that he should be allowed to put protein powder into the clear soup that was simmering on the stove top for FF. The dietary restrictions someone faced while they were healing from stomach surgery was no joke.
The other Dealer had dropped despite Wymack and Neil’s best attempts to get Lisa to stay. Seemed determined to head back to her small town and rejoin the family cult she had escaped from. He’d been worried about her going home but she had insisted she’d be back.
It was unfortunate but it was also Lisa’s choice.
His stomach twists wondering if FF is going to go back to Washington with his Grandma when he gets released. There had barely been a whisper of danger from Neil’s past since Ichirou had put that bullet in Riko’s head and now one of his few friends that had been entirely uninvolved in that nightmare was in the hospital because of him.
Andrew elbows him.
Neil turns to look and Andrew is carefully putting a penne pasta on each prong of his fork, “I can hear you worrying.” He says in Russian.
“What if Smith leaves?” He responds back in the same language.
“He has the right to.” Andrew shrugs and shoves the pasta into his mouth.
“I don’t want him to.” Neil admits, FF is a friend. A good friend.
“He still can leave even if you don’t want him to.” Andrew says as he proceeds to once again put a penne pasta on each of his fork’s prongs. “I don’t think he will though.” He adds before shoving his fork into his mouth again.
Neil blinks, “Why?” He asks.
FF isn’t like how Neil was his Freshman year, he’s steady and sure but Neil wouldn’t blame the Freshman if ‘possibly being killed off by remnants of my Captain’s crime family’ is a step too far for FF. Wouldn’t blame FF if he runs.
“He still calls you Captain Neil.” He says reaching over and squeezing Neil’s knee with his hand.
Neil blinks.
He thinks.
FF laid out on the concrete as Andrew worked to stem the blood from his stab wound, “It’s a weird sex alley Captain Neil! I don’t know WHAT to tell you!” He exclaims ready to make a joke even as he’s bleeding because of a situation Neil’s existence put him in.
FF still floating from the initial large amount of pain medication he was on pulling on Neil’s sleeve, “I’m glad you’re okay Captain Neil.” Before falling back into his drugged sleep.
FF’s eyes softening as Neil offered to get a nurse to give him more pain medication, “Really Captain Neil, I’m fine.” He says.
He lays his own hand over Andrew’s.
“I guess he does.” He offers a small tentative smile.
“Eat your pasta Junkie.” Andrew says in English now.
“You’re too thin!” Nicky reminds him and Smith’s Grandma must have picked up on the terminology since she nods earnestly in agreement as the two of them were packing up leftovers and the soup Smith’s Grandma had made for him so they could head back to the hospital to keep FF company.
***
“Why did you go out into the alley?” Ichirou asks.
“Isn’t it better that I was in the alley?” The man across from him asks with a raised brow, as if Ichirou was asking a strange question. “If I had stayed in the club, who knows what would have happened or how many people would have been hurt.” He explains without Ichirou needing to lower himself to asking.
There’s truth to that.
It’s been on the news that the remaining Wesninski inner-circle had been captured but since there’d only been one injury it had been largely overshadowed by news regarding the mass injury incidents surrounding Black Friday. If Romero had started had gotten the general public involved this would be much harder for him to silence the ones involved.
Still…
“This has caused me quite a bit of trouble. It does not look good that I am not the one who found them.” He says because there’d been talks from some of the old men he had yet to rid himself of from his Father’s time. They had wanted the remaining Wesninski men to be brought back into the fold but there was little chance of that happening now. Ichirou planned on disposing them after showing that they were worthless and using it as an excuse to start removing some of the dead weight from his father’s time.
Ichirou was not a man who tolerated incompetence.
“Isn’t it better that they were taken into custody like this?” The man across from him asks, “They were some of the Butcher’s best from what Captain Neil has told me. The fact that it only resulted in me going to the hospital and they were taken out by Andrew and I is one of the better outcomes.” He says.
Ichirou pauses and considers it.
The two men that those relics had wanted for their ‘competence’ and ‘ability’ had been taken out in a way that showcased what Ichirou had thought of them. They were sloppy, they were over-confident, and worst of all they were incompetent.
“Before I forget.” Smith says and his hand goes to the bulge in his jacket pocket.
Ichirou can feel Conner tense behind him and he wonders where this had gone wrong or how the conversation had broken down but he doesn’t have long to wonder about it as Smith pulled something out that was unmistakable as a toy with it’s bright yellow coloring. Smith sets it on the table between them and Ichirou cannot help the confusion that must show on his face despite his many years of training to keep his face blank.
“What is that?” Conner asks sounding utterly bewildered behind him.
“I used this to temporarily blind Jackson during our fight. I figure it would be useful evidence for you.” Smith says.
He hears a bark of laughter to his right as Michael reaches for the toy.
Useful evidence indeed.
It would be easy to show this as a sign that those relics could hardly be trusted to have an opinion in how he ran his empire. Those men they so prized taken out by a children’s toy.
This has gone to his benefit.
“So it would seem.” He finally says, “I will make sure to reward your assistance.” He says wanting a stronger hold over the man in front of him, a tie of some sort to the Moriyama family.
Smith shakes his head in the negative. “I didn’t do anything noteworthy. Whatever it is should go to Captain Neil.” He argues.
Rare find indeed.
“It will be done.” He says and figures with the additional cash flow eliminating the search for the Wesninski men, the removal of his father’s hanger-ons, and the blood he can squeeze from the family Romero and Jackson had intended to go to ( a supposedly allied family) he could more than afford to drop what his three Exy investments owed him as a percent.
His eyes shift over to Smith across from him and finds that he was even more willing to lower those percentages if he could not only drop the dead weight of his father’s empire but perhaps gain someone useful. “Still, I like to reward those who have directly benefitted me. We will take care of any and all hospital fees related to this incident.” He looks to his right and Michael nods.
Smith’s face doesn’t give much away, his pokerface was quite exceptional.
“Thank you." He accepts and says nothing else so Ichirou decides to make his offer.
“I have heard that you are studying languages.” He says.
“I am.” Smith says.
“Which ones do you know?” He asks.
Smith blinks, surprised by the question, “Fluently? French, German, Spanish, Polish, Dutch, Italian, R-“ he pauses and shakes his head, “Recently, I’ve been studying Japanese, Chinese, and some Korean.” He says strangely stumbling over a word for the first time this entire conversation.
A useful skill.
“If you ever find yourself looking for work,” Ichirou snaps his fingers and Conner had a card in his hand in an instant, consider reaching out.” He says before he offers it with both hands and is pleased when Smith accepts it with a slight bow before taking it with both hands. “I see you are also studying the etiquette.” He adds.
Smith looks up from the business card and he looks paler but Ichirou chalks it up to the fact that bowing slightly with his current stomach status likely hurt far more than he had let on. “If you don’t know the etiquette you only know half of the language.” He says and Ichirou quite likes the sentiment.
“Tell Josten that I no longer need to speak with him. Our conversation was satisfactory.” Ichirou says as he rises to his feet.
“I will do that…Lord Moriyama.” Smith says bowing his head politely.
***
The sight of Ichirou Moriyama was always going to be one that made Neil nervous.
The only good thing about seeing him right now was that Kevin had gone with Coach and Aaron in a separate car so that the two of them could continue their argument about protein powder in FF’s soup and Andrew had snagged a spot up front while Coach would have to park farther back.
“Lord Moriyama, I did not expect to see you here.” He greets head down and he almost goes to his knees if it wouldn’t have attracted the sort of attention that Ichirou hated from the public. He just hopes that Andrew isn’t scowling and that Nicky and Smith’s Grandma can keep quiet.
“Perhaps if you kept your phone with you then my appearance would not be such a surprise.” Ichirou comments idly, “Though I suppose I did have a very beneficial conversation with Smith. Quite a bright young man you have as a friend.” He compliments and Neil’s head shoots up in surprise at it.
Ichirou had spoken with FF.
FF who was fading in and out of consciousness.
“I have faith that he will not reveal anything.” Ichirou adds and Neil clenches his fist and wants desperately to ask what happened. Wants to know what state he’s going to find his friend in. “I have not done anything to harm him, you are lucky to have a…friend like that.” Ichirou says as if physical damage was the only thing that Ichirou Moriyama was capable of.
“Yes Lord Moriyama, he is a very talented and skilled defenseman.” He says hoping that if nothing else Ichirou’s desire for Neil and Kevin’s future profitability would have him reconsider doing anything in the future to FF to ensure they would have good showings for the professional teams.
“Yes, he was quite talented in your defense.” Ichirou nods, “I will reach out with details of our new deal once some affairs have settled. Take care of your friend, Josten.” Ichirou says before continuing out of the hospital.
New Deal?
Neil banished the thought from his head. They needed to get up to FF’s room and he needed to make sure his friend was okay and find out what exactly had happened.
Andrew’s hand came to the back of his neck and squeezed, “Calm down.” Andrew ordered voice soothingly blank even if Neil could feel the way his grip stuttered. “Let’s go.”
***
The Nurses were saying something about ‘aggravating stitches’ and ‘lucky nothing tore’ but it was all white noise to FF as he continues to think about the business card burning a hole in his pocket.
Ichirou Moriyama.
He’d just had an entire conversation with Ichirou Moriyama.
His stomach was already hurting from his ill advised walk but the moment he’d seen that name on the business card he had accepted his insides had been pure acid. He missed his Pepto Bismol more than anything right now, what he would give for just a single hit of the sweet pink relief.
He couldn’t figure out what was worse.
The fact that he had given over EVIDENCE to the head of a Yakuza group (was it a yakuza group or was it a mafia group?).
The fact that he’d been right in his thoughts from the abyss that the man in the cafeteria looked like a Yakuza member (was it a Yakuza or Mafia?).
The fact that he’d just seen a Japanese guy and thought ‘Oh, must be the Japanese FBI guy I’m supposed to talk to’ which means he’d still been kind of racist.
The fact that he just realized that he had Captain Neil’s phone and not his own meaning that Ichirou had been telling Captain Neil to come to the cafeteria and FF just showed up like a dipshit trying to pitch their lie about the alley.
Finally there was the fact that Ichirou Moriyama had apparently been impressed enough to offer him a spot within his Yakuza group (Yakuza or Mafia?)
Would it be weird to ask during the interview process? Is there an interview process to join organized crime? Do they have benefits? Wait a crime family is paying for his hospital stay right now. This is too much.
He considers asking the nurse to yes please crank up the pain killers and just let him slip into a nice not embarrassing coma but then Captain Neil and Andrew were rushing into his room. “Smith!” Captain Neil exclaims.
Well, too late to ask for that coma.
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Polish in this chapter:
Przywiążę cię do krzesła = I will tie you to a chair
#Fluent Freshman AU#MAN that was a long one#Also just like having to build that misunderstanding took forever#I need a nap#which is to say that I'm going to bed since it's 2 AM#Not pictured is Michael pointing the McDonald's Happy Meal Toy at Conner and pulling the trigger#And Conner going Shit that's bright#And Michael now has to drive the car#The Moriyama men who were looking for Smith absolutely got a talking to#Like a man of THAT caliber got within spitting distance of Lord Moriyama? Unacceptable#Just be grateful he wanted to TALK.#Also not pictured is Kevin and Aaron continuing that argument in the car as Kevin tries to rope Aaron in#to making the perfect protein supplement for Smith's recovery#Kevin is thankfully so focused on this that he just flat out misses that they parked like four cars away from where Ichirou Moriyama is#Neil may Velcro his phone to him now.#Man can you imagine Neil having his Josten Jorts(tm) and he's added a velcro strip to all of them#Andrew just looking on like yeah I still think he's hot and sighing to himself#This is where you've laid your affections Andrew#DEAL WITH IT#Alright it's like 2:20 AM after doing the tags and @-ing everybody#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#Andreil#FF - Pt. 29
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Day 20: aaauughfgsgxgvnnfgjnd
#rambled in these tags sorry its been a long day#toontown corporate clash#pacesetter#graham ness payser#ok i said in my last post that todays was gonna be another prompt but i do not have the mental energy for that rn#like i stayed up all night even though i knew i had somewhere to be (i tried to sleep it didnt work my sleep cycle was fucked)#then i took a two or something hour nap cus i knew i would be out all day and then i was out and social for EIGHT HOURS#so yeah my brain is pretty fried from that#my shoes were really uncomfortable too and i was standing for most of it so uh oww#im doing alright btw this drawing is more of an exaggerated projection but i think i needed it right now#also fun fact most of the drawings on this account do have sketches made for them. this isn't one of them i wanted it to be a bit more jank#i need to sleep now bye jgsdkajgjk
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hiii I was wondering, is it just me or does it feel like Yesod would spontaneously combust the nanosecond his little walnut brain realizes "hey they might not be visiting me just to bother me about paper" ? in reference to your funny Blue Cheese/Netzach/Yesod post
also how often do you think Chesed is haunted by Chuck-E-Cheese ?
genuinely cant think of anything funny to say in reaponse all outa ideas it got drained out of me into the lobcorp machine to get on the stupidest of grinds for this . feels like it would go all quiet up in there before going back into existence to fully process the fact . exaggerated for a sad attempt at humor
on regards to chuck e cheese not quite exactly the idea presented but i havent slept in awhile so i hope this slight tangent regarding the idea will suffice. i think it haunts him like an ever present oil stain thats just faded but when youre having a nice day pops up to remind you of its existence. not quite sure how it haunts as its not necessary good nor bad but it sure does never leave. if we are talking literal apparition haunting deal. maybe like on weekends
does the city have a chuck e cheese. did chesed ever experince the very grungy experience of a chuck-e-cheese. is there some sort of abnormality that took on its form akin to how fragment of the universe tried to change its appearance in order to communicate its intent though crayon scribbles and hearts but for the mascot of chunky cheese to communicate the . pain of entertainment joints or smthn. ill never know . hopefully ill stay ignorant to such matters
#lobotomy corporation#lobcorp#this is so stupid im so sorry. even by my standards i regret having caffeine at 9 why did i think it would be funny#there is no activity inside my brain. absolutely nothing. its almost liberating if not a little weird.#will i see this after taking a nap and go 'yeah i totally posted that at 3am that sure is a 3am post'#probably. will i do anything abt it? yeah go back to sleep maybe until i need to rush out the front door#.... .. . do i even want to tag acrually. yeah sure#yesod lobcorp#chesed lobcorp#netzach lobcorp#i GUESS. im ntot going to get into an argument w myself ill decide later if it counts or not#i keep am worried abt ooc but then i realized its. afuckin g thing about paper and chuckecheese. i dont care anymore#and then o felt the warm embrace of liberty. maybe im losing it a bit i should just post this and get over the ever present shame
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Pet store clerk gives Charles a bag of free treats for his ""dog"" all while Charles can feel Erik Looming in the BG
the real mortifying day is after months of getting small bags of dog treats one day the bag of dog treats has like. perfectly normal human candies/pastries or something inside
Of Course charles is confused and impulsively asks what it is/how it's different from the usual only for the clerk to reply theyre Whatever Erik's Favorite Treat Is and its that day forward erik is adamant they just do their shopping online
#snap chats#clerk fully provides this information straight faced. by the way. and still pointing out those are for “”“”“The Dog”“”“”“”“#inviting all of you to assume the three of them became Vaguely Acquainted while charles and erik were fran shopping#like you know how you just happen to do small talk while at the store. at least five months of accidental small talk has led to this moment#'oh yeah i know these are his favorite- [Insert Food Here] right' and charles doesnt have to turn around or probe eriks mind#to know he's itching to leave the store but he cant just do that lest he validate this clerks suspicions#charles absolutely wants to try to laugh it off and tell the clerk he cant give these to his dog but the clerk Just Stares#they dont gotta say anything else ... charles dont gotta read their mind ... he wont argue he'll just swallow his shame and take the goods#anyways ... if anyone needs me ... im gonna succumd to the 3PM nap#i almost made it to 4 but alas ... i am sleepy ... then im gonna work SO im done answering asks for the evening#maybe ill answer some more tonight but i really have to focus. after my nap BYYYYEEEE#im gonna giggle about this new scenario tho ... Cherik Pet Shenanigans Somehow Getting Goofier Than Previously Thought#will have to do more thinkings of that down the line .... for now nap time 😴 cause i repeat i am five years old 😴
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The Twins are done! (made with Figma)
#obey me#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#omswd#obmnb#obey me fanart#beel#belphie#obey me fandom#graphic design is my burden#im really tired#i think i need a nap#yeah definitely#goodnight
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summer is over
#I LIED THE LAST TIME I SAID I'LL PROB NEVER POST FANART AGAIN#cropping or screenshotting makes the resolution go shit but i don't have another choice#(i think)#SUMMER ENDED AND I NEEDED TO VIKTUURI ON A SUMMER VACATION#so here's another thumb piece#i can't stop giving viktor those gold bracelets THEY'VE BEEN HAUNTING ME SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW THAT OFFICIAL ART#he needs them#i need to see him wearing them#yeah yuuri is looking at his lovely and pretty husband <3#aaand post swimming victuuri#real ones know that post swimming nap hits different 💯💯#don't worry guys they have nectarins and water#all the essential things to survive#anyway ate one today it was DELICIOUS#ok i'm done#BYEEE#yuri on ice#fanart#victuuri#my brain is not working at midnight i swear#*i needed to draw viktuuri
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boy why u so eyes 😂
I did a sketch of my mutual @kaiisann 's OC Meteor!
the clothes were rlly fun to mess around with, but idk why it was such a STRUGGLE to try and make it look like them!!! aahhhh!!!! i still think it looks off but i cant tell why??!!! anyway i tried not to butcher ur boy too bad I hope u still like it 👍👍👍👍👍👍
#Doodle central#i dont wanna tag this bcuz im ashamed of it.#i think it looks ok? not how i wanted it too though.#anyway i did it in Mspaint.#yeah#im gonna go nap and not use MSpaint for the next week#i need to go nap.
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#Ruining the semi normal sleep schedule I'd managed 2 keep going for like a week cus of paranoia 😎#This is ofcthe one time I'm like Actually fucking sleepy#I shocked myself earlier n am in a spiral about the whole “even a semi small shock can fuck up ur heart hours or days later” thing#Which idk if thats unreasonable paranoia or like normal n smart#The internet is 50/50 on it lol#Mom says im being paranoid. Called a like phone nurse about it who said it'd be smart 2 get it checked just 2 be safe#But it's late and doesn't feel serious enough for the er?#Also the er is hell. U just sit there for Hours waiting n then get looked at for 5 minutes told n2 wait even more n then told 2 just go hom#So I am just kinda... existing.. until stuff opens n I can hopefully see a doctor about it or something:)#And cus I was already feeling kinda sick Before the shock I can't be sure if I actually have any symptoms of something worrying#AAAAND my anxiety about the whole thing is making me over analyze every heartbeat or muscle twitch#N tricking my brain into believing shit that's not real#I wanna nap so bad but my brain won't let meee#Ok ramble is done... I just needed 2 get this out of my system somewhere...#Can u believe I use 2 think I didn't have anxiety?? I was all Oh yeah I'm Super chill 😎 while sirens played in my head 24/7#rambles
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oh god. the twins
#whenever i think of either of the pines twins i get sick and tear out all my hair#i’ve never identified so wholly with characters as i have when it comes to the twins.#bless you alex hirsch for employing your own twin experience in the writing of these guys bc. Yeah#yeah .#i need to be hit on the head with a rock and have a long nap#no id#gear diary
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I feel like over the month+, I have like 1-2 hours a day max where I feel relatively awake, and every other hour I'm fighting bone-deep exhaustion. I'll bring it up with my doc at my check up on monday, but tbh i know the solution so idk if she can help
And I can work-work when I feel half-dead, or rather I force myself to because I don't want my cats to starve, but when it comes to creative stuff, it's like my mind is slippery sludge dribbling out my eyes...
The Solution, of course: just stop working 3~10 AM every day (and then taking a short nap, working during the day, and then taking another short nap, hours vary but repeat), and maybe get at least 6, ideally 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep at least every other day, ideally every day.
But do I see that happening? No.
Like rn I know I desperately need to edit fic and reply to comments and do several arts but I'm nodding off at my desk after boss DMing me work at 5 AM and dealing with repair people since 8:30 AM...
#YukiPri rambles#yeah the next fic chapter is long done#i just need to edit and reply to comments but that's like#5 hours at least of concentration and i feel more vegetable than sentient human#coffee just makes me sleepier#my hyper irregular sleep hours (i never sleep the same hours 2 days in a row...) means that even when i DO have time to sleep#i wake up/it's not restful#i've tried melatonin and sometimes it works but more often it gives me hyper vivid pseudo-dreams#stuff like i'm in my dream i hear my alarm go off i turn my alarm off while remaining in my dream etc it's dangerous#all of this also of course means i rarely have time to do my minimal exercise of a daily walk#and i'm lucky if i eat one full meal a day#it's like being in a perpetual state of awful jetlag#i feel like my body is not synched to earth and it sucks#do you think this is what inter-planetary jetlag is like bc that must suck worse than just timezones on the same planet#that at least has a consistent rotation u feel#hmm what was this post about again#lol disaster#anyway i think i'll take a 1-2 hour nap now so maybe i can do some fic editing when i get up#see i'm repeating the cycle again
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I don't know if Gus will be joining the Hell Castle Gang(though i hope he does…. the potential hilarity of him apprenticing under Adrian when he is already more powerful than the coven head as a kid. Also i love him) but I think it would be really fucking funny if Gus joins the Fuck Amity squadron with Hunter and Willow. Girl bullied his best friend for years and is also a giant bitch to Hunter, who:
1. Befriended Willow in the castle after she worried so much about going there and anyone who's nice to Willow is a good guy in his eyes. 2. Somehow Gus befriends him as well and they bond over being child prodigies among people older than them and living up to expectations. That might come later when Hunter's more relaxed though and not a highstrung walking pin cushion with all needles pointed outward for anyone who isn't Luz.
Now suddenly there's three people who are both or either very powerful, promising witches, in high positions of power, or the favourite of another important witch in the castle, two of which from her past she would have Very Much liked to never see or think about again, around her every day who all hate her guts. She's falling into the holes she's dug over the years and is too stubborn and prideful to get out.
obsessed obsessed obsessed. just. all of this. the hexsquad forming an anti-amity union to amity's increasing consternation. amity being a miserable prideful stubborn idiot who nonetheless cares So Much about everything, all the time. hunter having places to direct his energy beyond Protecting Luz and Murdering Amity. luz being the sole person in the group who's like "amity might not be that bad" while the other three are like "OF COURSE SHE'S FINE AROUND YOU, YOU'RE THE EMPRESS" and luz is like "but of course i can't have a bad opinion of anything she does, i'm the empress :((((" GOD. they're all So Funny. i love this So Much.
#luz being like listen amity i think you are so cool and so neurotic. can you please stop doing things#just any things. all of the things. can you please stop doing them. particularly in proximity to my friends#it's SO FUNNY. reminds me also of that old post about amity being resentful that willow and gus befriended hunter so fast#bc OH YEAH HE NEVER DID ANYTHING HE MIGHT NEED TO MAKE UP FOR OR ANYTHING#IT'S A FAVE FOREVER IT'S SO GOOD#replies#toh#princess luz au#toh fambly#i gotta nap a bit now but. thank you.
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Uhhh, I'm having thoughts about fulfire and sparkmerging. But like, not in a sexy fun way, and more in that there is a stark divide in how they'd feel about expressing such vulnerability, and how it could be interesting character exploration-wise.
I considered writing it as a fic, but it seemed intent on being only a vague thought instead, so yeah. Long ramble below 👍
So, this is all in the context of the more soul magic-y kind of smarkmerging concept. With memories and feelings bared, and just, that sort of all encompassing, "I see all of you, you see all of me" way. Light and energy imprints and all that. Still something that can be casual, it doesn't mean you're bound by it, rather its more of a very indepth transfer of soul data. But depending on ones beliefs and such ig, it could be "not casual", idk.
But anyways-
So, Fulcrum. Besides the DJD affair, it doesn't seem he has much else to hide? He's honest, more so than the other's at times. He doesn't seem to shy away from speaking his mind, or sharing his feelings, (even if it puts him in a hypocritical position, but this isn't exactly about self awareness lol), and in turn, he's receptive to other's feelings and honest thoughts.
He's hurt if he doesn't know something, and he tries to reach out, even when it's not particularly wanted. (*cough* krok *cough*) But even when trying to reach out, he's blunt about his opinions, too honest perhaps.
So, what might that all say about him? Well, at the very least, I think him trying to lay his whole traumatic experience out to uncaring audials early on could be an interesting starting point to speculate and build off of perhaps?
He wants to be known. He wants to be acknowledged. Or at the very least, he wants to be understood. So vulnerability is a release, a weight off his shoulders, an open offering in the hopes of being accepted and seen.
But none of the others offered up a similar offer, rather they chose to ignore his and move on. So? What was he to do if he wanted to be understood? Obviously work to understand them first, to try and pry and crack them open, dig up old wounds, so that they might acknowledge his own open wounds in return.
That's how reciprocation works, right? ...Ehhhh, no. And it obviously didn't get him super duper far with anybody, even with years worth of time to work on it. Maybe that blunt honesty got in the way? They're all trying to keep shit buried, and here he comes, unprovoked, with a shovel, trying fruitlessly to dig it all up as they stubbornly throw more dirt in the way.
But for the sake of this whole thought thing, let's imagine that somehow it did work for him, at least enough to get him into Misfire's bed.
So, ok, what's Misfire deal then? Well, its uh, not as simple.
He's also honest and blunt about his thoughts and opinions, very much so. But, a line is drawn at feelings, not angry feelings or fearful feelings or friendly affections, but vulnerable feelings, vulnerable emotions. Weak points and shortcomings. Those don't get bared so easily, those are kept balled up like a fist, until they start to slip between his fingers.
He doesn't talk about his history or his hurts. He doesn't offer up his wounds for them to be considered. It has to be dug out of him, only to be spat out short and bitter, or spoken only as something vague and distant and not wholly his.
He doesn't want to touch it, and he doesn't want anyone else to touch it, or really even see it. He wants it to be ignored. And yet he tries to reach out to see and understand others despite this. At least, he tries for Grimlock (*cough* Thundersaur haunting the narrative *cough*), and he tries for Connie, and maybe even towards Swerve, in a way.
So, taking Mr "I would bare my soul at a pin drop", and siccing him on Mr "I would rather die than say how I earnestly feel deep down", well, that's gotta make for an interesting pair, yeah?
Things are easy mostly, casual, comfortable, hell, even comforting. But eventually there's a line Misfire drags his feet at crossing that Fulcrum is desperate to reach. And what encompasses the very heart of this issue more succinctly, than baring their very sparks to eachother.
It's not necessary, not even something they'd probably consider initially, but once thought of, the idea would probably seem great to Fulcrum.
Explaining and offering every aspect of himself, his true self, with a piece of him untouched by reformatting, still whole and original and solely his? Well, sign him up. How simple and easy it'd be compared to wasting all those words trying to explain every hurt and affection instead.
Of course, on the other hand, once thought of, it probably seems like a form of cruel and unusual torture to Misfire
Bare his soul? Share every single aspect of himself? All the good, and all the bad? All his secrets, and all his fears, his hopes, his pain, his love, his grief, all of his weaknesses? Each and every single one of them? Just laid out like a buffet to pick and tear at? He'd rather put a barrel of a gun to the roof of his mouth instead.
But... he wants to know Fulcrum. He wants to take the soul thats offered to him so openly, he wants to know it, he wants to understand it, he wants to see it, he wants it. But there's a price for getting that, for appeasing that want, that curiosity, that fondness.
Would he pay that price? Set aside walls he's been desperate to keep standing to claw open his own armored chest and bare what he's kept hidden away to the warm light of Fulcrum's thinly guarded spark?
Would he risk being truly seen for all he his? Just to know what it's like to feel all of someone else again, someone who doesn't hide, someone who offers all their good and all their bad so easily to him. Could he do that?
*shrug*
You decide.
#i couldn't figure out how i wanted a fic to go. so yeah. have this instead bcs it wont leave my mind lol#i have lots of thoughts when it comes to the scavs and how theyd each express certain intimacies#but fulfire fought its way to the forefront. so thats what got jotted down first ig#ill come back to this i think with my thoughts on the others and such. but ill do that later#just gotta remember to come back lol#also. idk. feel free to drop your own thoughts if you wanna? any of my thinky thought posts are fair game for yall honestly#but i need a nap lol. gots stuff i gotta do later today#toodles until later then <3#(also pardon any errors or funny sounding sentences. i revert to big words without much thought when sleepy. and they dont always fit lol)#fulcrum#misfire#fulfire
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someone took my night owlness from me
#☆— yapping#so sleepy and it's only 1 am#i've been sleepy all day today#more so than usual unfortunately#kept taking naps at like 9 am 10 am 11 am 2 pm#probably some other times too but yeah#i could not stay awake for the life of me#took a 20 minute nap that i just woke up from#and now idk what to do#raging headache all day today tho#worse than normalll#it truly feels like my head being pounded into the wall#i need to think of an answer for zevie too#very interesting question has me thinking hard#but my brain cant work rn#oh well that's what the weekends for anyways#gonna sleep for half the day yippeee#hopefully hopefully#maybe gn idk might pass out rn
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there is nothing strictly heterosexual about the way leon looks at other men, i swear
#resident evil#imagine if a line was added along the lines of#'chris is hot and all but ada'#i saw that one image of leon looking at patrick from infinite darkness and#look i'll still headcanon leon as being extremely bad at socializing either due to neurodivergency or him suffering massive trauma#as a fresh adult#flirting with mfers and not understanding why cuz he's no good with social cues#unintentionally#but i know long time fans gotta think the same thing#leon kennedy is hot as fuck and every gender across the board wants to bang him right#if my guy was a lil bi it'd be dope yknow idk#he can still be loyal to ada and casually admit men are hot yknow#yknow im just saying#dedicates his life to one woman doesn't mean he can't have a lil crush on christopher redfield#the fans have valid reasons to smack their lil dolls of leon and chris together to make em kiss#but i mean if anyone's got a strong theory of being gay it is chris hell yeah#chris = gay 100#leon = 'straight' but someone didn't measure properly cuz that line is a bit fucked up#which is to say maybe bi cuz it feels like he's mostly into women but got a way he looks at guys sometimes yknow... yknow#i need to go take a nap man
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