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moonstruck-writing · 1 year

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Title: Sheltered Winter Pairing: Tsuzuru Minagi x reader | A3! Rating: Teen C/Ws: gender-neutral reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, flustered Tsuzuru, Christmas fluff, they all enjoy teasing Tsuzuru Requested by @emilycollins00 <;3 Summary: Christmas arrives right after Tsuzuru and you have started dating, and Kazunari decides it’s the best time to invite you to spend time at Mankai – without Tsuzuroon knowing. Word count: 3k A/N: I hope you can enjoy this as a belated present for Reyes, Emi! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have just as much fun (if not more) reading it <3

Also, Christmas is used here in a general way, it doesn’t have to be the 25th.

Fog clung to the walls of buildings, blurring the skyline of the city. It was cold, but it was a good type of cold. It was Christmas, when it seems that winter isn’t so harsh, and the lights accentuate the beauty of the season. You tried to snuggle further into the scarf around your neck, but it wasn’t enough. Even then, the thought of your destination kept you warm somehow.

You were going to see Tsuzuru. And not just that, but you were going to spend Christmas with him. It felt like a dream, and you felt giddy and excited. It hadn’t passed that much time since you had last seen each other but seeing him in those circumstances felt extra special. Specifically, because you had only begun dating recently. That contributed to the feeling of walking inside a dream. You couldn’t quite believe it, but you knew that soon it would all feel real. The wide smile that spread on your face couldn’t be covered by the scarf.

Receiving the invitation to spend Christmas at Mankai had surprised you, since it came from Kazunari, but you hadn’t thought much about it. You had known him for a long time since you had friends in common, but it hadn’t been until you went to see one of the plays he starred in, that you met Tsuzuru. For some reason, Kazunari had insisted on introducing you and your friends to all the members of Mankai that were present, and that’s when you found out Tsuzuru wasn’t just an actor, but that he wrote the scripts for the plays too. You chatted with him a bit, and soon enough you two connected through your passion for writing and reading. It could’ve been a one-time thing, meeting a kindred spirit and then parting, but it was not. Tsuzuru texted you the title of a book he had mentioned to you – thanks to Kazunari for being the bridge that once again connected you, this time technologically – and you entered Tsuzuru’s world.

And that world came with every single member of Mankai.

You had spent countless times backstage, congratulating the troupe on their plays, and Tsuzuru on the script. You had even spent evenings at the dorms, hanging out with Kazunari and some of the others. But now, it was different.

Now you were spending time at Mankai as Tsuzuru’s partner. Not just a friend, but so much more.

As you approached the dorms, you wondered if you should text Tsuzuru or simply ring the bell. You weren’t sure who would open it, and as much as you wanted to think you were on good terms with many of his fellow actors, you still weren’t as comfortable as you would’ve liked. So you opted for the safer option.

<Tsuzu, I’m at the door.>

It wasn’t long until a message popped on your screen.

You looked around, trying to figure out if there was supposed to be more than one door to the dorms, even if you had always gotten inside through the one you were standing on.

<You’re at the dorms?>

<Yes, I was coming today, don’t you remember?>

You saw his status change from typing to online and then change again. It made your stomach act up.

Meanwhile, Tsuzuru seemed to have started an impromptu gymnastics session. He jumped from the chair he was sitting on, typed and deleted a million questions, and ultimately decided to rush to the bathroom to check his appearance before opening the door.

He had no idea why you were there, but couldn’t bring himself to ask in the end. Had it been his mistake? Had you two made plans beforehand? Because of the way you had phrased it, it didn’t seem you had simply decided to surprise him.

He combed his hair a few times and straightened his hoodie, and then the butterflies appeared. He was going to see you. You were there.

When he opened the door, you greeted him with a smile and a shiver.

“I’m so sorry, you must be so cold, come in quickly.” He instinctively reached for your arm, pulling you inside. The contact lit a fire inside you, melting the cold that was biting at your skin.

“So, what were you doing?” You asked while taking off your shoes.

“Oh, just seeing what new plays were happing around. Fieldwork.” He put his hands inside his hoodie’s pocket and looked at you from behind.

“You want to go see some plays?”

“Yeah, I figured I can also study scriptwriting by seeing the actual performances, not just reading scripts and books.” He shrugged, even if you couldn’t see it. “Want to come with?”

You turned around and flashed him a wide smile. Tsuzuru couldn’t even hear your answer from the waves your reaction had created in him.

“Ah! You’re here!” Kazunari’s voice echoed in the entrance.

Tsuzuru turned around, facing Kazunari. It didn’t take long for him to put two and two together. Tsuzuru sighed, unable to do anything else. But instead of feeling defeated by Kazunari’s ideas, he felt grateful. You were here now.

“You can leave your things in Tsuzuroon’s room.” Kazunari addressed you. “You haven’t seen it yet if I’m not mistaken. And I’m sure you’re extra hyped for it.”

“Hey!” Tsuzuru couldn’t help but grumble. His room was a mess and there was no way he wanted you to see that. Kazunari should’ve given him a heads-up at least!

“Honestly, I do want to see your room.” You looked at Tsuzuru, standing up and finally properly entering the dorms. He didn’t really have any other options. Tsuzuru sighed again, closing his eyes.

“Okay, but just give me a couple of minutes.”

“Ohh, is there something you want to hide, Tsuzuroon?”

The glare Tsuzuru shot him petrified Kazunari. It wasn’t the first time he joked around with him, but it was the first time he saw him reacting in such a way.

“I’ll keep y/n company until you come back, so no need to worry!”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”

You laughed and Tsuzuru’s face seemed to soften a little.

“I’ll come back quickly.” He searched for any signs of discomfort in your eyes, but he only found calmness. Once he disappeared down the corridor, you sat down on the sofa next to Kazunari.

“So it was your idea.” You looked at Kazunari, and he quickly understood what you meant.

“I wanted to WOW Tsuzuroon. You know the word vacay doesn’t really exist in his vocabulary.” There was nothing you could say to that, even if you knew he could’ve gone about other ways with the plan. “And you haven’t been here in a while.”

“Yeah, since before we started dating,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. “Have you missed m—”

“You’re dating?” Kazunari interrupted you, chuckling to himself. “Man, I did all this to bring you closer!” He leaned further into the sofa, bringing his hands behind his head. “You didn’t need my help at all, did ya?”

You felt a needle pinching at your stomach. It had only been recently that you two started going out together, that’s why…

“I should’ve picked up on the clues, though. Tsuzuroon has been casually mentioning you every now and then.” Kazunari’s words calmed down the dark spiral that had begun forming in your head. “He also–”

“Okay,” Tsuzuru’s voice could be heard from the corridor. “You can come now.”

“We’ll leave this convo for another time.” Kazunari winked at you, and you giggled. He had managed to distract you and now you were more relaxed than before. You were glad you had a friend like him.

You quickly followed Tsuzuru to his room, glad that you hadn’t taken off your coat yet. You could see your breath as you crossed the courtyard. He turned around a couple of times while walking you there, and you exchanged smiles. You felt giddy.

“Masumi isn’t here now, so you can relax.” He said while closing the door after you.

You remembered him from the plays.

“He’s away visiting his family for the holidays?” You asked while removing your coat and scarf. Tsuzuru promptly took them from you and placed them on top of his coats on the hanger on his side of the room.

“He’s out with Izumi and some of the other guys that haven’t gone back home.” You started casually looking around the room and walked closer to his desk to see the books that were piling up there. There, something surprised you.

“You printed this picture!” You pointed at the photograph hanging from his wall, among quotes from plays and novels.

It was a picture of you two, smiling bashfully at the camera. It had been the first selfie you had taken together, and it showed. But you adored that picture.

“Yeah,” Tsuzuru bridged the distance between you two. “Omi was going to print some photographs and I asked him to print this one for me.” Tsuzuru stared at the picture in an attempt to calm his nerves. Having you in his room was doing things to him. Then, his eyes accidentally roamed over his shelves. “Oh! I need to give you your gift.” He picked up a package wrapped in gift wrapping from above. “I can’t believe I almost forgot.” He giggled, and you felt the urge to hug him. Even if you hadn’t talked about it, you two had bought a gift for the other. You felt comforted by the connection that action proved.

Tsuzuru offered the gift to you, and you two sat down on his bed. It was heavy and sturdy like a book, and you didn’t waste any time, quickly tearing the paper.

“What!” You gasped without peeling your eyes from the cover. “It’s the book adaptation of that series!” You looked at Tsuzuru, surprise, awe and confusion all mixing on your face.

“You looked so happy talking about that series, that I thought…” He smiled looking into your eyes.

“I love it!” You hugged him impulsively, trying to show your emotions. He hugged you back, the book you were holding with one hand still between you. “Ah! I also have something for you.” You let go of him, put down the book and went to your coat, searching the pockets. “Here.” You walked back to the bed, offering him the small gift.

He smiled widely, unable to contain his joy. When he finally ripped the paper and opened the small box, his smile widened even more.

“Wow, I—” he looked at you, speechless.

“Do you like it?”

“Of course I do! It’s wonderful.” He looked back at the box in his hands, containing the bracelet you had chosen. It was a thin chain with a small metallic quill. “Can you put it on for me?” You took it from the box, and he pulled his sleeve back, offering you his wrist. When you finished tying it for him, he quickly interlaced his fingers with yours, preventing you from pulling away. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it. I thought it could maybe offer you some support while you write.” You squeezed his hand, emphasizing your point. “And I love your gift, I can’t wait to start reading it.”

“I’m glad.” Tsuzuru’s features softened, and you felt his fingertips running over your knuckles. “Although I don’t want you going home any time soon, so that’ll have to wait.” A playful smile appeared on his lips, and you slowly leaned forward until you were only a few inches apart. He also leaned in, and you joined in a sweet peck.

A kiss that was soon interrupted by the loud sound of furniture being dragged around in another room. It startled you and you pulled away. Embarrassed by your reaction, you looked away, trying to hide your expression from Tsuzuru.

“Are you hungry? I can make us something quick to eat.” He left the box and torn wrapping paper to the side and stood up, tugging your hand.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you.” You looked at him again.

“Let’s get something to drink, then.”

You stood up and made to let go of his hand, but he didn’t. He kept holding your hand while leaving his room, walking down the corridor to the kitchen. It made you nervous, shy and excited all at once, but more than anything it filled your heart with warmth.

“Oh, hello there.” When you reached the kitchen, a voice greeted you.

“Azuma, I thought you said work got busier during this season.” Tsuzuru looked slightly taken aback.

“Is that your way of telling me I’m not welcome?” He giggled, looking at your intertwined hands. “And who is the kindred soul?”

You had seen Azuma before in the Winter Troupe’s plays, but you had never actually spoken to him, so you quickly introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you. I hope to be seeing you around here more often.” He gave you a smooth smile, and you wondered how many people had succumbed to that charm.

“I can make us some milkshakes if you want?” Tsuzuru let go of your hand and turned around to face you, to gain back some of the privacy that had been lost due to Azuma’s presence.

“I see you’re trying to show off here.” But his presence wasn’t something that could be forgotten so easily.

“Wha—, no, I’m not!” Tsuzuru quickly looked over at you. “Okay, maybe a little bit…” He owned up to it, surprising you.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Tsuzuru.” He continued teasing, finding enjoyment in seeing how nervous the usually stoic writer could get. “I can also see why this is the first time I’ve met y/n. You don’t want anyone else taking them away from you, huh?”

“Azuma!” Tsuzuru blushed furiously. He felt humiliated and uncool, exactly the opposite of what he wanted to show you. He only dared to look at you for a second, in which meeting your intense gaze didn’t help to calm him down. To try to distract himself, Tsuzuru went to the cupboards and started taking out a couple of mugs. “I can make us some hot chocolate or coffee or something.”

“I’d love a hot chocolate, but it hasn’t been that long since I had lunch,” you hesitated out loud.

“How about making it a milkshake?”

“Make it three,” Azuma quickly added.

“What were you in the kitchen for?” Tsuzuru sighed, suggesting that he should make his own drink, but he still took out another mug from the cupboard.

“You make a great reluctant big brother, Tsuzuru.” Azuma observed him with a placid smile. You decided to move away to not be a bother to Tsuzuru and sat down next to Azuma. “Do you have siblings, y/n?”

That’s how the questions started – where did you met each other, did you see their plays, what was your favourite – while Tsuzuru worked on making the best milkshakes he remembered from one of his part-time jobs. You started feeling comfortable and wondered if there would be more days like this one in the future. Days where you spend time with Tsuzuru at home, and time seems to slow down.

After giving the whipped cream on top the final touch with some ground cinnamon, he handed you the beverages and sat down. You were all savoring your drinks when Azuma decided to stop drinking.

“What do you like about Tsuzuru?”

Sitting beside you, he seemed to choke on the milkshake and coughed a couple of times.

“Enough!” He was still whipping his mouth with a napkin when he reprimanded Azuma.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving.” He raised his hands in momentary defeat, then took the mug and stood up. “Y/n can tell you alone.” Azuma winked, finally getting out of the kitchen. Tsuzuru sighed, wanting to dig a hole to get inside. First Kazunari and now Azuma… things weren’t going how he would’ve wanted them to. You hadn’t been dating for long, and he worried that he could do something to make you lose interest. He felt extremely clumsy and out of practice – when was the last time he had tried to impress anyone?

Maybe when he had written the first play for Mankai? But what he wanted to show you went far beyond that. He didn’t want you to just think of him as a good enough scriptwriter – he wanted so much more. And it was scary.

You slurped the last drops of your drink and the sound brought Tsuzuru back to reality.

“This was soooo good.” You licked your lips mindlessly, trying to get every last drop of flavor you could. “To be honest, I am impressed.”

He felt a flush of heat travel from his chest to his face. He eyed the hand you had rested on top of the table and moved his hand closer until your pinkies were touching. But before he could do something else, another person entered the kitchen.

“Oh, hello y/n, it’s been a while.” Tsumugi was carrying the watering can in one hand. He needed to use the sink since the hose in the back garden wasn’t working properly at that moment.

“How are the plants doing?” You had spoken to him when Kazunari and Tsuzuru first invited you to the dorms. Kazunari had insisted on giving you a tour of the place, and you had found him gardening.

“They’re doing well, but I see now it’s a shame I didn’t plant any mistletoe,” Tsumugi said while looking between you and Tsuzuru. “Although I am sure you don’t need it.”

That’s all it took for the both of you to get flustered. Tsumugi finished filling the watering can and turned the tap off, seemingly oblivious to the state he was going to leave you in.

“Feel free to visit the garden any time,” he said as a goodbye. When he left, you finally felt you could breathe again. Was it so obvious now that you were dating?

“Sorry about that, they’re all really… an interesting bunch.” Tsuzuru took the chance to take your hand between his.

“Yeah, I kind of had an inkling they’d be like that, Tsuzu.” You saw the worried look in his eyes and tried to reassure him. You were actually having a lot of fun being there with him.

“Hearing you say my name like that… makes me all warm and fuzzy.” The blush that had spread over his cheeks after Tsumugi’s comment intensified now, filling your heart with love.

You leaned your head on Tsuzuru’s shoulder and allowed him to play with the hand he had between his. Meanwhile, you basked in his heat.

Maybe some other resident of Mankai would come soon to interrupt you, but for now, that moment was yours.

I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are highly appreciated <3

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#tsuzuru x reader #a3 tsuzuru #a3! tsuzuru #tsuzuru minagi #a3 fanfiction #a3! fic #a3! fluff #a3 fic #mankai a3!#luna writes

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yokubounorain · 11 months

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Título: Sleep with Me (…please).

Fandom: A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

Pairing: Sumeragi Tenma/Rurikawa Yuki.

Rating: Explicit.

Cantidad de palabras: 1418.

Sinopsis: Tenma vuelve de una grabación una noche de tormenta. A Yuki le dan miedo los truenos. ¿Qué mejor que pasar una noche abrazado a tu pareja cuando eso pasa? Total, siempre va a haber un día siguiente para dar los agradecimientos correspondientes.

Leer en AO3.

#ynr fanfics #a3 fanfiction #a3 fanfic #tenyuki #sumeragi tenma/rurikawa yuki #tenma sumeragi/yuki rurikawa #tenma/yuki #sumeragi tenma x rurikawa yuki #tenma sumeragi x yuki rurikawa #tenma x yuki

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softeninglooks · 11 months

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a3! | juza hyodo as your boyfriend...

part 1. part 2.

he cannot believe it at first

how could someone as kind and well-loved as you choose someone as intimidating and reserved as him? he can’t wrap his head around what you could possibly see in him

it takes a lot of words of affirmation to finally convince juza that he is so much more than he thinks

it saddens you that someone as hard-working and deeply involved in the company as juza could still doubt himself. he always says that he wished he could do more for mankai company, but to you he already does more than enough. although it took him some time to perfect his acting, his passion on stage inspires all the other actors to do their very best and mesmerises the audience

whenever he gets too stressed or pushes himself too hard, you offer him pastries and a long, soothing hug. you have him take breaks and go outside so that when he gets back, he feels a little lighter and more energized to resume his work

to thank you for your unwavering support, he invites you on surprise dates or takes you for a ride on his motorcycle. because juza isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, his love language is acts of service and he always makes sure to be available when you also need his help

when it is you who gets too anxious, he will hold you tightly and listen to you vent about the issue at hand. he will try to offer you words of comfort, but his primary course of action is to help solve the problem at the root

he gets more demonstrative over time, holding your hand in the streets or kissing you on the cheek in public. he is really proud of you and your relationship, but his fear of staining your reputation because of his scary looks holds him back from displaying affection more openly

in private, he is the sweetest. juza is self-conscious about his clumsy use of words, so he makes up for it by showing you love through physical touch and sharing his favourite snacks with you

he won’t say it out loud, but juza melts when it’s you who wraps him in your arms or hugs him from behind. being held is something new to him, and it feels so special, almost a sacred moment - before that, most of the physical contact he had with people was blocking punches or trying not to hurt anyone, so someone lovingly and willingly touching him moves him beyond reason. when you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his neck, his deep and raucous sighs speak louder than words

juza is straightforward and honest so he doesn’t shy away from telling you how grateful he is for you - especially when he is drunk. after a couple of drinks, he will look even more serious than usual, save for the tinge of redness blooming on his cheeks, and say the most heart-wrenching things about how you make him a better man and he wants to guard your happiness forever

he comes to you for help whenever he struggles with the interpretation of a line or wants to try out different acting techniques. reading lines together and acting out scenes is one of your favourite activities to do together, so you happily give him a hand with case studies or character analysis. if the scene involves yelling or violence, juza will apologise and make an effort to be extra affectionate with you when you’re done

you wave at him from the front row and offer him flowers after his plays - banri teases him about it, but juza can’t stop smiling and shrugs it off by telling banri that he’s just jealous. juza feels incredibly lucky to have you by his side

kumon adores you and plans family activities that you can join in. because they know juza so well, he and muku can notice the way his face lights up whenever you’re around

omi often asks juza and you to help him with baking because he guessed that juza has a sweet tooth and you find cooking relaxing. juza likes to taste the sugary ingredients just to make sure that they haven’t turned sour and are still good to eat, which always makes omi and you laugh because you can easily see through his excuses

although he is still a little bashful about his voice, you love to hear juza sing. knowing that you appreciate his singing is a huge motivation for juza to overcome his shyness and find the confidence to sing on stage

he is an attentive listener. it makes him happy that you trust him enough to confide in him, but he also enjoys listening to you talk about your hobbies and your current interests. he remembers many details about them and is never against watching something with you or looking up something you’ve been reading online. you do so much for him, so he wants to be equally there for you and

the two of you have a lot of fun together. although juza appears stoic and still has many insecurities to work through, having you by his side never fails to brighten up his days and fill his heart with joy. when you are hanging out, he smiles a lot more and is less apologetic about his behaviour, even cracking jokes from time to time (he feels like it’s awkward, but you find it exceptionally endearing). he hopes that you feel fulfilled, so he always offers you a shoulder to cry on when you’re feeling down or does his best to make you smile. he wants to learn all about your preferences and passions so that he can fully enter your world

most of all, he just wishes for you to be happy and safe. he has never been loved like this before and he wants to do everything in his power to reciprocate your love with as much force and sincerity

#juza hyodo #juza hyodo x reader #juza hyodo fanfiction #juza hyodo fluff #juza hyodo boyfriend #a3!#a3! fanfiction #a3! x reader #a3! fluff #a3! imagines #juza hyodo imagines #a3! act addict actors #my writing #writing

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rumina-mi · 11 days

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HisoHoma Fanfic complete

I've just been commissioned to do another Hisoka Mikage x Homare Arisugawa ship by none other than @hiisohomas ! Thank you very much

This one is a bit different though and instead is a take on their play characters Botan and Nobara

I am now open for commissions once again lolololol.

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Excerpt:

...Nobara knowingly giggled at his reaction. “Say, Bo-kun.” She grinned and stretched her body upwards. “Your right pockets have looked like it has itself something inside for a while now.”

Botan’s ears could puff smoke from his embarrassment right now. He instinctively tightened his coat to hide any trace of the bouquet he had prepared for her. “It's nothing really!"...

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You can check it out here tooo!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55246666

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shinakazami1 · 11 months

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Plant Man, can I give you a teeny smoochin? Platonic of course-! Or, whatever you consider your relationship with us little guys to be. (Are we little guys? What do we look like to you?)

Also if you can turn into other things- and presumably other plants. Now I just wanna eat u like a tomato in my salad (affectionately)

🌿 I do like it when Stanley kisses me. I don't know if I will like someone else doing it but, I suppose you should kiss the King of Comedy to show respect.

You are little guys to me because of the camera view - you all look so tiny. I don't have a set height but if we are talking about the form I take the most, then I am a short king.

And with the relation - you are a fan sending me fan letters. At least I hope you are a fan.

Also I can change into other plants and it would be my pleasure to give you my work. Just know that you will not be able to digest it.

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Anon omg I have a Stanarrator fanfiction called Tomato( https://archiveofourown.org/works/42119565/chapters/105745716 ) ,,, it's my beloved,, Though CW: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP so, you might choke on it </3

#fernator au #fernie qna #tsp #the stanley parable #tspud #my fanfiction #tomato #fanfiction #a3

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bakersgrief · 2 months

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Sneak peek! Hoping I'll finish in the next two days or so.

#juza hyodo #hyodo juza #a3!#a3! fanfiction #wip

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natsu-tte-noodle · 11 months

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手紙 (Letters) - To Misumi

(Cross Posted on AO3)

Words: 781 Warnings: ACT 5 Spoilers

Misumi,

It’s getting rather chilly these days. Before we know it, it’ll drop below freezing in the mornings. Be sure to bundle up when you go out.

I’m not one for perfect settings or seasonal hobbies, but it really does feel like the perfect time of year to write a letter. I wonder if that was intentional on Izumi’s part, or if she got lucky with a coincidence.

Honestly, I had expected to get this done much quicker, but I ended up getting distracted trying to bully Chigasaki into starting his. Which I’ve had no luck with, by the way. At this point, it’s his problem if that gets out to someone who cares.

That said, feel free to tell someone who cares.

Anyway, I can’t say I’m particularly familiar with writing letters that aren’t for business. Or, maybe it’s more accurate to say that I’m not familiar with writing letters where I cared at all what the person getting it would think.

I’d also be lying if I said I was completely sure what to write here. My own letter ended up yelling at me quite a bit, but it was from Sakyo, so I guess that’s to be expected. Still, it’s not the best reference to go off of. Leave it to our director to throw me completely for a loop with this, right? For now, I’ll write whatever comes to mind and we’ll see where that takes us.

The other day, when I was coming home after an extended overtime, I happened to see you up on the roof. I’m still not sure how you manage to get up there silently enough to not wake even a single person. It’s certainly something.

I was tempted to call out to you, but you seemed so unusually serious. I suppose the night naturally breeds that sort of atmosphere, but in the moment, it still felt like I shouldn’t impose.

Is it the starry sky itself that you’re interested in? Or is it the mystique behind it that draws your attention? I think both are impressive in their own right. Beyond our Earth, already bigger than we can really comprehend, there’s a whole universe out there. Only visible at night, and so far away that it all appears to us as tiny. Did you know? Some starlight is billions of years old, and is only just reaching us now.

Writing about the stars reminds me of the Tanabata festivities we held back in July. If I remember correctly, I woke up to a room covered in layered triangles, courtesy of a certain triangle lover. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but I spent a lot of my life outside of Japan for studies and work, so I actually had never really celebrated Tanabata before. Needless to say, it was quite the surprise to find all those decorations, since I wasn’t even familiar with them before that day.

When I first heard the story of Orihime and Hikoboshi, I instantly understood how the sight of the Milky Way in the night sky would evoke the image of a wide river. A river made of billions of stars, only crossable because two people wished hard enough for it. It feels hopeful to a fault. Though I suppose that in itself can be admirable.

That’s neither here nor there, though. I don’t have particularly strong feelings on all this; I guess you could say it’s just the impression I get of still nights with only the moon as company.

In that stillness, it really does feel like a wish on a tanzaku could be granted, doesn’t it? My wish is a secret though, of course.

That’s all I’ve got, really. Be sure to not catch a cold up there.

Chikage

What do you see up in the stars?

Are you looking for something in particular? When you speak to the empty air, ‎are you talking to someone?

Do you think they hear you?

This must be coming out of nowhere. Honestly, I’m not even sure myself where I’m coming from or trying to go with this.

I just thought that it would be nice, if that person up in the stars is really listening. If they were watching over you and hearing your stories. If they could see you living the life they hoped you would, when they weren’t there anymore.

Or maybe I’m being presumptuous. I don’t mean to assume things about you or what you do up there, so I apologize.

If it’s alright with you, though, I think it might be nice to join you up there one day. There’s someone I’ve been meaning to catch up with, too.

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Wrote a Fallout fanfic about the Replicated Man questline through A3-21/Harkness’ perspective. ft a neutral karma lone wanderer, and Johnny D references

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Porn bots have found my AO3 account keep an eye out 😬

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Insomnia(Azuma x reader)

Summary/preview: “Hello? Oh, it’s you, dear. What can I do for you this late at night?” Azuma asked, his voice smooth as usual. “Can I sleep with you?”, you paused, contemplating your decision, “Actually, no, I’m sorry for interrupting, you should probably go get some sl-“ “Of course, dear, come on in. You came to the right person.” I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote a fic where Azuma helps the reader get some rest!

Tags/notes: GN!reader, fluff, comfort, drabble, warning for one(1) uncensored swear, the relationship can be interpreted as platonic or romantic I didn’t really have a set relationship in mind when I wrote this I just wanted cuddles, this takes place before act 2, probably somewhere after nocturnality

You knocked on Azuma’s door, patiently awaiting the response.

It was the third night in a row that your brain just couldn’t relax enough and made dumb decisions. The first two nights you ended up busying yourself with writing, but tonight, you were done with your brain’s dumbassery and needed some help.

After a few seconds of silence and some creaking, the door finally opened.

“Hello? Oh, it’s you, dear. What can I do for you this late at night?” Azuma asked, his voice smooth as usual. He sounded oddly awake despite knowing what time it was.

“Can I sleep with you?” you paused, contemplating your decision, “Actually, no, I’m sorry for interrupting, you should probably go get some sl-“

“Of course, dear, come on in. You came to the right person.” He opened the door, inviting you inside. You accepted, stepping into his room.

“You see,” he started, shutting the door behind you, “I haven’t been able to sleep tonight either, so maybe we could help each other out, hm?”

“Mmhm.” you mumbled.

“Now, could you come into my arms? We’ll get to bed soon, I promise, I just wanted to hold you for a little bit first.” Azuma’s smile was warm and inviting as he held his arms out, ready for you to slip into them at any moment.

Without any thought other than your slight drowsiness, you clambered into his hold, allowing him to gently caress you, his hands slowly moving up and down your back in light strokes.

“There we are. It’s nice to hold you like this, you know that? You’re very easy to hug.”

You slightly loosened your grip on Azuma, allowing yourself to practically melt into his embrace.

It was a warm, gentle hold, not too tight, but just loose enough to make you feel like if you moved too much you would shatter. You closed your eyes, allowing this warm feeling billowing inside your chest to linger for a moment before Azuma let go.

“Alright, there we are. Now, let’s get to bed, shall we?”

You managed to muster a hum in response as you climbed up into the bed behind Azuma.

When you reached the top of the ladder, you found Azuma already adjusting his position so you could lay your upper body on his chest.

“Mm, is that better? If we lay this way you can listen to my heartbeat and I can hold you at the same time. Does that sound nice?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

Azuma giggled at your sleepy reply.

“Good. Then just relax for me, okay?”

And God, did you relax. There just seemed to be something in the air when he was around that always made the atmosphere so calm and comforting. Your guard was down, your thoughts started to muddle, and your body started to feel limp. The rest you wanted was finally going to come.

Azuma could feel the shift in your body, and giggled again.

“My, looks like someone’s finally sleepy. I hope this’ll happen more often, I’ve been needing some cuddles myself.” He stopped as he was interrupted by a yawn as his own body started to become limp.

“Ah, and it looks like I should stop talking. Well, sweet dreams.” He closed his sentiment with a kiss to your forehead, then allowed his own eyes to flutter shut.

His breathing became steady and even, and with your ear to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat start to do the same.

It was calming, a presence that grounded you to your surroundings. Something to remind you that you were safe. That you were loved. That you had a space to come to, and someone who cares.

And it was that kind presence that lulled you to sleep.

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The International Club's party [Omi Fushimi x reader]

Pairing: Omi Fushimi x gn!reader | A3! Rating: Teen C/Ws: light platonic angst, romantic fluff, friends to lovers, reader is Omi’s university classmate Summary: You made plans to go to the International Club’s university party, but your friends cancel at the last minute. Luckily, Omi kindly offers to go with you. Word count: 3.4k A/N: I got the inspiration from this post I saw about Omi being good at English, so my thanks go to op <3 Set during Year 2

You breathed in and out slowly, trying to hold back a yawn. It was the last lesson for the day, and then you had a meet-up to look forward to in the evening. You could do that.

Bzzz.

You felt your phone vibrate under your table and cursed mentally. Quickly, you went to put it on silent mode and checked the notification that had made it buzz.

Sorry but I won’t be able to make it today :/

You closed your eyes, now less sleepy than ever. You should’ve seen it coming, really. It always happened like that in your group of friends. Whenever someone cancelled plans, it was a matter of hours before everyone else deserted too. The problem was, you couldn’t just cancel that plan, not when you had already promised the International Club that you’d be there for sure. And what was more, you had promised them you would bring somebody else to the party with you, too.

Guys, I already signed us up for tonight! Is there no way you can at least come for a bit? 🗸🗸

You heard the professor coughing and turned your screen off. What had been once a class you couldn’t wait to leave, was now a class you didn’t want to finish. Not when you knew once your friends said no, there was no changing their plans.

But alas, the lesson came to an end. You took your stuff and joined some of your classmates on your way to the exit.

“Finally, the weekend!”

“You have any plans?” Omi asked the classmate he was closest to.

“Yeah, I have to work but there is this friend of a friend that I’ll be meeting too.” He showed a cocky smile.

‘’Oh, a blind date?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so jealous,” you interrupted. “You’re here going on hot dates while my friends have completely ditched me today.”

“Aw, what were you going to do?” They refocused their attention on you, moving aside so you could go down the stairs with them.

“We were going to the International Club’s new event. Well, I’m still going, since I was the one who signed us up for it. I cannot say no now.” You sighed, focusing on not missing any steps. The last thing you needed was tripping and tumbling down the stairs. Or maybe that was exactly what you should do, so you could have an excuse to not go to the party.

“What’s the event about?” Omi asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“It’s a get-together in English. There will be some students from different English-speaking countries, and we’ll chat and play games in English. Like a cultural exchange event.”

“You can speak English well?” Your classmates looked at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, that was my second option for university, if I didn’t get into our program.” You finally arrived at the ground floor and turned around to look at them.

“Wow, I can’t relate at all. I always hated languages at school. But Omi, you’re good at it, aren’t you?”

“Well, I sometimes help the guys at our dorm with their English homework.” He simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. You still remembered how when you first met Omi, you thought that humbleness was fake, but now you could see it was painfully true.

“Like a tutor or something?”

“There is a designated tutor, but yeah, I guess I do the same whenever he isn’t available.” He chuckled lightly.

“So you would enjoy going to this International party, then?” Your classmate eyed both of you as if he had just come up with the solution to all your problems. Omi smiled tensely when he saw your reaction.

“That would actually save me. I promised the Club I’d bring at least one other person. And I’d love to have someone I know there.” You waited for an answer, but you could see Omi was hesitating. As much as the idea of him going with you was a miracle, you didn’t want to force him to do anything just because someone else had stood you up. “But it’s… you don’t have to. You’re not my stupid friends who ditch me every now and then.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe they ditched you. I wouldn’t do it. And… it’s been a while since the last time I made last-minute plans,” he said, nodding.

“So you’re in?” You couldn’t believe it, but you restrained yourself before you bounced up and down. You didn’t want to pressure him, knowing how accommodating Omi was.

“If there is enough time for me to go back to the dorms? I am on cooking duty today and I’m not sure someone else will be free,” he said while looking at his watch

“Yeah, sure. The party doesn’t start until 7 pm.” You anxiously bit your lip, waiting for his answer. You couldn’t believe how the events had unfolded. From going with your friends, to going alone with Omi… you felt your stomach churning. Being around Omi at university was one thing, when it was always in a group of people. But meeting with him for the first time outside of campus… you gulped down, forcing yourself to act as usual.

“Cool. I’ll see you there then?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you all the details in a message.” You waved at each other and also said goodbye to your classmate, going in different directions.

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Your steps echoed as you walked as fast as you could without running. You weren’t late, but you weren’t early either. You cursed mentally as you remembered how if you hadn’t decided to get changed for the third time, you wouldn’t be in a situation like that.

Then, Omi came into view.

He was wearing a button-up shirt, and for a second there you felt completely underdressed. But it wasn’t his clothes, really. They were casual, perfect for an informal and friendly party like this one. It was the fact that he had also changed clothes, and that you were seeing him for the first time outside of the university campus, alone. And it felt too much like a date, except it wasn’t one.

You still didn’t really understand how this turn of events had happened, but you weren’t about to complain. Not even when you felt sweaty as you approached him at the exit of the station.

“Hey,” Omi greeted you with a small wave.

It wasn’t a long walk to the venue they had rented for the party, but you still had thought it better to go together instead of meeting directly at the place.

“I hope my English isn’t too rusty,” Omi casually joked while glancing at you.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not about speaking perfectly, but about welcoming and doing something for the other students. And learning a thing or two about their countries.” You offered him a reassuring smile. You weren’t about to let him run off now that he was there with you. “Plus, everyone will be speaking fluently once we start drinking.”

“There’ll be alcohol?”

“You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, but yes. That’s the main reason why they had to find someplace outside of campus.”

“Good thing today is Friday,” Omi laughed and the sound made you melt. You had forgotten how much you really liked his laugh and everything that came from him. But you soon recollected yourself. You had to keep yourself in check tonight, especially when Omi was being as charming as usual, which meant extremely. You had to find someone at the party to distract you from showing your feelings too much. You didn’t want to scare him away and make him misinterpret your intentions. You were there together as friends, after all.

When you reached the venue, you greeted the hosts and found out some people had also cancelled last minute. Even then, there were quite a few students, both international and national, and there were plenty of snacks and drinks.

Soon enough you started doing some rounds of introductions in English, and you were glad to find out everyone seemed quite friendly and relaxed. And Omi, being humble, had completely misjudged his own ability in English. You had to admit it was impressive and hot. You were so surprised that you had forgotten you weren’t supposed to stare at him so much.

“Your accent is pretty sexy.” Those words startled you out of your haze, and you looked to your side. You vaguely remembered this person’s introduction, but before you could think of anything to reply, Omi moved to stand closer to you.

“Oh, I didn’t know accents could be sexy. What about mine then?” His tone of voice was relaxed, even chirpy, but it nevertheless sent a clear message that they didn’t fail to catch. As the person left, Omi sighed, running his fingers through his short hair.

“Sorry I butted in. Just… let me know if you want me to go hang out somewhere else.” He looked at you apologetically, and it took everything in you not to shoot your hand out and cling to his shirt. You didn’t do it, of course, but he also never left your side. You were grateful for it, especially as time passed by and you started playing drinking games. You really wanted to see Omi being drunk, although you had a hunch that it wouldn’t be so easy to see.

And you’d soon regret having felt so hyper about it.

“Truth or dare!” One of the hosts screamed as the bottle stopped spinning. It pointed clearly in your direction.

Clearing your thoughts, you wondered if you even had an option. You weren’t about to let them order you to do something weird – you could still hear the faint coughing of the guy that had to eat cinnamon a few turns ago.

“Truth.”

“Is there anyone you want to kiss at this party?”

Of course, it had to be a question like that. You were glad it wasn’t anything even more personal.

“Yes.” You tried to say it confidently like it didn’t matter because it was only a game. But your voice came out too breathy to not reveal your embarrassment.

“Who is it?”

“Only one question per turn!” Someone else shouted.

You sighed with relief when they offered you the bottle to spin around for the next person. Your mind was too busy to think of a proper question or dare, so you went with the typical ‘tell us your most embarrassing story.’ Some people complained that was too soft, but fortunately, the person you asked was a great storyteller and soon enough everyone was absorbed in their story.

Everyone but you.

What had pushed you to tell the truth? Of course, it was a game of truth or dare, and by the rules, you should always tell the truth, but even then… What would you do if the bottle spun again and landed on you? You already knew they’d ask who it was. And this time, there was no way you could lie. What would happen if you told the truth?

You glanced at Omi, who was sitting next to you. He was looking at his phone with a frown, and just a second later, he got up and placed the device next to his ear. Was it some sort of emergency?

You tried to refocus your attention on the game, but when a few minutes passed and Omi was still not coming back, you started worrying something bad had happened, so you decided to get up and search for him. Everyone was too excited to pay attention to you, so you easily slipped away from the circle and the room, into the hallway, where you found him still speaking on the phone, now with a less bothered expression on his face.

It wasn’t long till he noticed you and offered you a surprised smile. He quickly shut the conversation and hang up.

“Shouldn’t you be inside the party?” Omi asked approaching you. You simply shrugged your shoulders. “You may lose your chance with that guy. And I won’t take responsibility for it twice.” He joked, but you wanted to laugh for completely different reasons. He thought that random person who had started speaking with you had caught your attention?

“For the record… I didn’t want to kiss that guy.”

“Huh?”

“When they asked me if there was someone I wanted to kiss there, and I said yes… I didn’t mean them.” If there was anything you knew, it was that you didn’t want Omi to believe you had a crush on anyone else.

“Oh. Oh. So someone else caught your eye? So they didn’t even stand a chance.” He laughed and rubbed his neck, visibly uncomfortable. You bit your lip to contain a smile. Yes, no one at the party stood a chance against Omi, but sadly, his thoughts were the opposite at that exact moment. “And who was the lucky one?”

“I also talked with the person,” you ventured, trying to redirect his attention in an attempt to find out the difference in Omi’s mannerisms, how he expressed his discomfort, how he really felt about you, and whether he was simply curious, embarrassed or annoyed.

“Oh. When? I didn’t see you talk much to anyone in particular.” His expression suddenly changed to a serious one, his gaze fixated on you.

“Well, I did.” You wanted to laugh. He probably meant he hadn’t seen anyone else flirting with you, but you had talked with several people. That made you confident that you could just tease him and hide your real feelings. Except, Omi’s humility played tricks on you.

“When? I was next to you for the most part. Unless you mean me.” He chuckled, showing that it was a joke. You felt adrenaline rush through your body, but there was nothing you could do now, so you didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to deny it. The silence between you two stretched for a while as if he was waiting for your reaction. When you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, something clicked inside him. “You mean ME?!” Omi looked around, realizing he had spoken too loudly. The hallway was mostly empty, but one of the people there turned to look at you with curiosity. When he made sure no one was paying attention to you two anymore, he looked back at you.

“I had a really good time today, Omi. Thank you, you turned what seemed like a disaster into memories I am glad to have.” You smiled at him, not wanting to make things awkward. “I think I should leave now.” You started walking away, unsure if you were making a mistake, but you really didn’t know how to solve that situation.

“Wait!” He rubbed his neck again, but now his discomfort felt slightly different. “You can’t just… throw that bomb and run off.”

“Okay?” You weren’t sure if that meant he felt the same way or not.

“We can walk to the station together?” He suggested, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You agreed, and after saying goodbye to the hosts of the party, you left. It was slightly chillier than before, the Autumn breeze moving the treetops on the street.

“I am glad I came,” Omi said, breaking the silence. “We haven’t… gone out much together since we were first years, but I really enjoy your company.” He glanced at you, offering a short smile. “We should hang out more.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You sighed, unsure whether he really meant it or if it was one of those promises that came from politeness. You knew Omi was a nice guy, so he probably didn’t want to make things awkward between you two. “I guess I have to thank my friends for ditching me this time, otherwise you wouldn’t have come with me.”

“I guess I also have to thank them, then.” Omi laughed softly, compelling you to look at him. “I’ll also have to think of a plan for next time, since it was you who invited me this time.”

Was that… a date? No, you couldn’t let yourself get carried away and misunderstand him like that. It was just…him expressing interest? Omi Fushimi was saying he’d plan the next time you hang out? The guy you had liked since the first day of university, but that you had given up on after seeing how popular he was and how full his hands were not just with classes but also with acting, was now saying he wanted to spend time with you like that?

“Um, sure! I look forward to it.” You hoped your voice hadn’t trembled there. You had been bold enough to hint at your feelings for him because you genuinely thought you had no chance, but he’d be nice enough to ignore it. That, and the alcohol – it gave you courage and hope that in the worst-case scenario, maybe you wouldn’t even remember it, or you could always play it off as a joke. And now, it was way better than a joke.

“Great. I’ll have to make sure not to disappoint you.” Omi smiled again, and this time you felt the air between you two relaxing.

“I think that’s impossible,” you blurted out before you could register the words. It seemed, today you just couldn’t control your mouth.

“Thank you.” Omi laughed; his cheeks tinted a faint pink.

Fortunately, the entrance to the station was near. You felt conflicted because you didn’t want that day to end, but at the same time, you didn’t trust your mouth anymore. It was already a miracle that Omi didn’t think you were embarrassing yourself.

“Could you wait here a second?” Omi suddenly interrupted your thoughts, and you stopped in the middle of the road. He jogged to a nearby vending machine and searched his pockets for change. When he came back to where you were standing, he handed you a water bottle. “Here.”

“Why?” You were slightly confused by that sudden act of generosity.

“Well, we both had something to drink and now you have to go back home alone.”

So, he thought it would help you sober up a bit more just in case.

“You’re saying I am acting completely drunk now?” You feigned being bothered to tease him.

“No! You’re not! I’m just worried, that’s all.” He shook his hands in front of you, wanting to reassure you. “Our stops are in opposite directions, but I can-”

“Omi, it’s fine. I’m fine. Thank you for the water.” You opened it and started drinking. “See? You don’t have to worry.”

He smiled awkwardly, and under the faint lights of the streetlamps, you saw his cheeks were still pink.

“You are a really responsible drunkard, you know?” You said, believing that was a symptom of the alcohol he had consumed. “Here, you should drink some, too.”

He accepted the bottle and took a few gulps before giving it back to you.

“Oh, no, you can keep it. I think you need it more than I do,” you said. It seemed that he was becoming more flushed the more time passed.

“I thought… you wanted to…” he trailed off, looking away from you, but still holding out the bottle for you to take it.

“I wanted to?”

“…indirectly,” he whispered, confusing you further. Maybe he really had a low alcohol tolerance? You hadn’t seen him drink that much. Seeing your confusion, Omi decided to speak up. “I thought you wanted to kiss me indirectly, so this would…”

His words made you blush violently, finally comprehending the meaning behind his words. You took the bottle from him, your heart beating madly.

“I’ll see you at university,” you said, wanting to run away. You started walking again, getting inside the station before he could follow you, and preparing your pass. He rushed inside.

“Text me when you get home,” Omi said to your back. You didn’t dare look back, but you waved your hand just in case.

You: I just got home. 🗸🗸

I hope you arrived home without any problems too. 🗸🗸

Omi: I still have a few stations left.

maybe I’ll use the time to start planning for our date.

any places you want to go to?

wait, don’t tell me. I want to surprise you :)

You squealed and sunk your face into your pillow, feeling giddy. It would be a date.

I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are appreciated <3

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 2

Narrator: As Scott slept, the engineers worked on his repairs. They had to repair Scott until he became operational. Unfortunately, due to the NRM's commitments to their donors, they had to rush through his repairs to make him a running exhibit. After nine months in May 2005, Scott was awakened.

Scott (drowsily): Gary, George. What happened? How long was I asleep?

(We see Gary and George sitting in two chairs).

Gary: Easy, my friend. The engineers have kept you asleep for over nine months. How do you feel?

Scott: I'm a bit sore. I want to get out of my engine form now. I need to get the anesthetic out of my system.

George: We understand, Scott. That's why we're here. Sorry it took longer than expected. Back in February, the engineers were just about to wake you up, but they found corrosion in your firebox.

Gary: That's right, it was so bad, that they needed to get special copper welding. It's alright though, Scott. You're awake now.

Scott: I haven't been out in ages so you two might need to help support me. I'll try to materialize right in front of you two. Try to keep me from falling if you can.

George: Of course, Scott. We're here.

Narrator: Scott shifted into his human form. The repairs caused him to lose weight. No longer heavier than Gordon but still larger than Gary and George. He had grown weak from his time being repaired.

(Gary and George held him up as his legs buckled). Gary: Easy there, Scott. Sit down in the chair here.

(They ease Scott into the chair Gary was just sitting on).

George: Does being in this form help with the pain Scott?

Scott: Yes George it does. It makes the pain easier to manage since it's covering a smaller area. But it still hurts.

Gary: Well you've had a lot of operations so to speak, so it's natural to feel sore afterwards. When we humans feel a lot of pain, we take medication to try to treat it.

George: I don't think Scott can even take that type of medication though. He might be able to take on a human form but it's not like he has a stomach or anything that could breakdown the pills. Or do you?

(Scott was in a haze and didn't respond).

Gary: Scott are you alright?

(He shakes Scott's shoulder to wake him up).

Scott (gasping): Huh? Wha- what happened? I'm sorry I, I must've zoned out for second. I just feel very weak and I need to lie down.

George: It's alright, Scott. We'll help you get to the common area. There's a couch that you can lie down on.

Gary: Alright, I'll get on one side, and we'll lift on three. Do you think you can help us out, Scott?

Scott (panting): I can try, Gary.

(Gary and George stands on either side of Scott and starts to lift Scott as he tries to stand). Scott (panting): Ok, I'm up. Just give me a minute to catch my breath.

(He takes a couple deep breaths).

Scott: I'm ok, now. Let's try to get to the common area as fast as we can.

George: Alright, Scott. Now if you don't mind, we have a question about your human form for you to answer. Do you think you can answer it?

Scott: I don't mind at all. I know that not everyone knows how our human forms work. Although, there are some things that I myself don't really understand so it depends on your question.

Gary: Well I'll try to keep it simple. Do you have any organs like a stomach or lungs?

Scott: Oh. That question actually doesn't have a clear answer. It's a long story, Gary. I'll tell you both when I'm doing better. For now, I just...

(Scott gasps in pain).

George: Oh dear. Gary we need to get Scott to the common area before he faints. He's starting to look feverish.

Scott: I think it's because of the anesthetic. I've had it in my system for so long, it's making it hard to stay awake.

Gary: Alright Scott. We're almost there so just try to hang in there for a while longer.

Scott: I'll do my best.

Narrator: Scott began to feel more pain with each step. He could feel the sweat running down his face. He was getting weaker with every passing minute.

(Scott stops just outside the common area doorway. His eyes roll back as his face goes slack).

George: Woah, woah. Grab him, Gary. Come on Scott. Open your eyes. We're only a few feet away from the couch. Open your eyes, Scott.

(Scott pants as his eyes open briefly).

Scott (panting): I'll do my best, George.

(He stands up again as they make it the last few feet before sitting down on the coach).

Scott (about to fall asleep): Thank you, Gary and George. Thank you very much.

(The two pat Scott before taking their seats by him).

Gary: No problem, Scott. Anytime. You just rest up. The engineers will give you a look over before we start working again. You'll need to get back into traffic services soon and -

George: Gary, look.

(Gary stops at looks up to find Scott asleep).

Gary: Well George, this is going to be an interesting night.

George: Indeed, Gary. Indeed.

Narrator: A couple days later, Scott was cleared by the engineers to begin his traffic services. It was only for a few days to make sure Scott was alright.

(Gary and George walk up to Scott, who's now in his engine form).

Gary: Morning Scott, how do you feel?

Scott: I'm feeling better than I was a couple days ago.

George: There you go, old boy. You just needed to get the anesthetic out of your system. Let's get your fire started so we can get you rolling.

Scott: Of course George.

Narrator: Scott's firebox was soon lit and was ready to start work again. The first day of his service went well, but his 2nd day didn't. While he didn't break down, Scott noticed that something was leaking. After he went back to the works, the engineers looked him over to find what was wrong.

Engineer: Well my friend, it seems some of your crown stays are leaking. Those will have to be repaired.

Narrator: Then, the NRM director arrived at the works. He had a glum look on his face.

Andrew: Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'll make this as brief as I can. The head of the engineering team concluded that we need to send your spare A3 boiler away to be rebuilt. I understand that you've been through a lot Scott, and for the time being I want you to take it easy. You won't be running anymore until this is resolved. If you want, you can take on your human form. Does that sound alright with you?

Scott: I understand, sir. If it's alright with you, would I be able to get something to eat with my crew? It's been such a long time since I had human food and I think I'm starting to get cravings.

Andrew: Of course, Scott. You need as much time as possible to lower your tolerance to the anesthetic. I've heard some disturbing news from the engineers and your crew that you're no longer responding to the anesthetic the way you should be.

Scott: It's true. Just a couple days ago, I had a very bad reaction waking up. I felt feverish and very tired. I even started to collapse a few times on my way to our common area.

Gary: We were worried about his tolerance levels too. Did the engineers tell you how long he was kept under, sir?

Andrew: No I'm afraid not. I'm aware that he was in the works since September of last year. How long was he kept under, Gary?

Gary: He was kept under for nine months.

George: The engineers were originally going to wake him up back in February but when they found corrosion in his firebox they had to keep him under.

Andrew: I see. No matter. Our engine's awake now. You two have been very helpful in keeping him comfortable during these trying times. The engineers need to give your engine a thorough look over before your heavy overhaul. I'm not sure when your overhaul will begin. It depends on when a contractor agrees to do the work.

Scott: I understand, sir.

Andrew: Very good, then. Also, if you have any issues involving pain or mobility, do not hesitate to tell the engineers.

Scott: In my engine form, sir?

Andrew: Of course, Scott. It's not like you can feel pain in your human form can you?

Scott: Actually sir, I can feel pain. I obviously can still feel pain from what happens to my engine form, but I also feel pain if I were to hurt myself in my human form. I did find out a long time ago that the longer I'm in my human form, the more human I become. I once was in my human form for so long, that my skin actually turned into a human skin tone.

Andrew: My word. This is so fascinating, Scott. Do you know if you engines can have any human organs like a heart or lungs?

(Scott thought for a moment).

Scott: I can't say with absolute certainty sir. I've never been to a regular hospital to know for sure what I have or don't have. When I first come out I have superhuman strength and speed, but I start to become weaker and slower as time passes. I also start to get hungry for "regular" food. I'm not sure if other engines are like this since we normally don't come out, but eating's always been a joy for me.

Andrew: Well in that case you'll have to be careful for the time being. The situation is very uncertain. But rest assured, the NRM's committed to keeping you preserved in good condition.

(Scott smiles).

Scott: Thank you, sir.

(Scott shifted into his human form).

Scott: No need to help me this time, fellows. I feel much better now that I've had a couple days rest.

(The director leaves as Scott turns to his crew).

Scott: Now then gentlemen, I believe I have some catching up to do on what's considered British food.

(They laugh).

George: Indeed you do, Scott. When was the last time you had our kind of food?

Scott: Ahh it was back when Mr. Marchington had to put me up for sale making it almost two years since I last ate. As much as he wasn't my owner long, I felt that he really did care for both my engine and human form.

Gary: I see. It's alright, Scott. We've got a lot of catching up to do.

Scott: You're right, Gary. You're right.

(The men laugh as they walk out of the workshop to the nearest restaurant).

Narrator: As Scott and his crew enjoyed their time off, the NRM director worked on getting the A3 boiler repaired. He finally got a contractor for the job in the Riley & Son Ltd. He still needed to get permission from the Heritage Lottery Fund (HLF) to start work on the project. By the time the project began it was September, 3 months after Scott awoke. Meanwhile, the engineers looked over Scott's engine. Since the inspections didn't require Scott to be in his engine, they ran his engine to find any problems before his heavy general repair. They had his boiler washout plug holes fitted with domestic gas plugs and found out that his clanging problem came from a misalignment in his chassis or his wheels, which couldn't be fixed until his general repairs.

(We see snow on the ground as we enter the NRM workshop).

Narrator: It's December and the NRM director arrived at the works to make a very important announcement.

(Scott's in his engine form while Gary and George sat in chairs beside him).

Andrew: Good morning, everyone. I have an important announcement to make.

Gary: What is it, sir?

Andrew: Unfortunately, your spare A3 boiler had been found with corrosion to the inner and outer fireboxes. I talked with Riley & Son and they said the firebox was in such poor condition, a new one would have to be built.

Scott: I understand, sir. I had that boiler since 1944 and was surprised it even lasted this long. Was that all?

Andrew: No, Scott. I've also come to announce that your heavy general repairs will begin in January. I hope your tolerance to the anesthetics have gone down enough to avoid any side effects. You'll be under for a long time since we plan on completing your repairs in August 2007.

Scott: 18 months? I know your engineers will do their best, but I'm worried that with how often I've been put under, I won't be able to handle being under that long.

Andrew: I'll keep in close contact with the engineers about your condition. If they feel that you need to be taken off the anesthetic, I will give them my full support. Your boiler is one of the most important parts of your engine right? If it were taken out, would you feel pain?

(Scott thought for a moment).

Scott: It is. I remember when I first woke up back in May that I had difficulty breathing. I guess you can say that my boiler would be the equivalent of having lungs. Although, I think not having a boiler wouldn't necessarily make taking on my human form impossible. One of my former driver's told me about something called asthma, and how it makes breathing difficult for some people. I think if I did take on my human form without having a boiler, I would start to have something like that. I can't quite say if it would hurt though.

Andrew: I see, Scott. I understand your apprehension, and I can only guarantee that we will all do what we can to help you get through this.

Scott: I know, sir. I can't even begin to thank you for the effort and money you've already spent on me.

(He shifts into his human form to give Andrew a hug).

Scott: You have no idea how much this means to me.

(Andrew returns the hug).

Andrew: Ok, Scott. Ok. I understand.

(He pats Scott on the back).

Andrew: I think it's best that you get back to your engine. We plan on starting your overhaul right after the New Year holiday, so you need to be in the best condition.

(Scott lets go and steps back).

Scott: I understand. Thank you, sir.

(He goes back into his engine form).

Andrew: Now then, I'll leave you and your crew. Good day gentlemen.

George: Good day, sir.

(Andrew leaves the works).

Narrator: It's the day of Scott's overhaul. The engineers gave him a final inspection before preparing the anesthetics. Meanwhile, the NRM's Vehicle Acceptance Body officially cancelled the spare A3's boiler certificate. However, they are still in discussions with Riley & Son whether they should restart their work on the boiler.

(We cut to the works).

Engineer: We're ready with the anesthetic, Scott. Are you going to be alright?

Scott: I have no other choice, but to be alright. If I prolong this, I'll only risk bringing on more pain. Of course, there's also the risk of becoming addicted to the anesthetics.

Engineer: I understand, Scott. We're all concerned about that too. While you're under, I'll be keeping a close eye on your condition.

Gary: And we'll be here to watch over you too, Scott.

George: That's right, we've been doing this ever since we became your crew and we're not going to stop now.

Scott: You're both such good friends.

(He takes a deep breath).

Scott: I'm ready now, sir.

(The engineer pats his side).

Engineer: Very good, Scott. Good luck.

Scott: Thank you, everyone.

(The anesthetics are being poured into his tanks as Scott closes his eyes before opening them again).

Scott: Gentlemen, I don't mean to alarm you but I don't think this is working anymore.

Engineer: Oh no, you still have a tolerance. We need to increase the strength of the anesthetic otherwise we won't be able to begin your overhaul.

Scott: I know. I know you likely need to take out my boiler soon. Do what you feel is needed, sir.

Engineer: Very well, Scott.

(The engineers increased the strength of the anesthetic until Scott began to feel drowsy).

Engineer: Are you feeling better, Scott?

Scott (drowsily): Yes, thank you.

(He falls asleep).

George: I'm worried about him, Gary. The overhaul itself is going to be 18 months long. That's even assuming everything goes well.

Gary: I know, George. We have no control over this. We can only hope that things do go well.

(We fade to the engineers dismantling Scott and taking out his boiler).

Gary: The boiler's out of his engine. Will he even be able to wake up if we take him off the anesthetic?

Engineer: We can't take him off now. The amount of parts he's missing would cause him so much pain that it would be negligible to take him off of it now.

George: But the spare boiler's being delayed. We don't even know if it can even be repaired.

Engineer: I know but we have no other choice. We have to only do our best with what we have.

Gary: I know, sir. I know. I just don't know how long Scott can last.

(We time skip several months to July 2007).

Narrator: It's now been over a year since Scott's overhaul began. The engineers re-bored Scott's cylinders and found that a copper firebox will have to be rebuilt. With the completion date approaching in one month, the head of the NRM, had to make an unfortunate announcement.

(We see the NRM director approach the podium).

Andrew: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. It is with a heavy heart that I have to announce that the LNER Class A3 number 4472, the Flying Scotsman, or Scott as we all call him, will not be completed by our originally scheduled date of August of this year.

(The crowd gasps).

Andrew: As previously stated back in December of last year, our engine's spare A3 boiler was found to have major corrosion to it's inner and outer firebox. We discussed this with Riley and Son regarding the rising costs and unfortunately, there's an issue with their subcontractor, Pridham, supplying them with essential supplies. We have been trying to get in contact with Pridham to find an explanation and are currently in discussions with Riley and Son about solutions. We believe that because of this type of delay, the overhaul will not be completed for another 18 months later.

Reporter: But sir, what will happen to the engine during the delay?

Andrew: Rest assured, our engineers will do everything they can to make the process as painless as possible.

(We cut to the repair yards where Scott's being overhauled. His driver and fireman are there).

George: How much longer can Scott be kept under? He's already been under for about 18 months.

Gary: I don't know, George. On one hand, the amount of pain of not having a lot of internal parts must be excruciating, but on the other hand, if he's kept under too much longer he won't be able to wake up. That's not even considering what his human form can handle. Will he be better off in his human form, I have no idea.

George: It's worth asking. Either way, it won't do any of us good to just sit here. We might need to even consider asking a regular doctor what can be done. Scott did mention a long time ago that the state of his engine does reflect his human form and that he might develop asthma from not having a boiler.

Gary: I would believe so, George.

(The engineer walks up to them).

Engineer: Well gentlemen, I've consulted with my associates and we've decided to take our man off the anesthetic. There's no use in keeping him under any longer under these conditions. Hopefully he won't react as badly to waking up like he did last time. I've come into contact with a medical doctor that can treat him, should he ever change into his human form. Our biggest worry if that were to happen, would be if his human form started to feel pain. If he does, then we would have no choice but to consult with a pharmacist about putting him on painkillers.

Gary: Thank you for telling us. We understand that this isn't a good place to be and that you're doing the best you can. We're all here for our engine do our best to help him.

(The engineers removed the anesthetic pump from Scott's water tanks).

George: Now it's a matter of how long it will for him to wake up.

Narrator: It didn't take long at all. Within a few minutes, Scott woke up.

(Scott opened his eyes and started gasping for air).

Gary: Scott, it's ok. Just try to breathe.

(Scott tries to catch his breath and starts to succeed).

George: Scott, how do you feel?

Scott: Ahhhhhhhhhh!

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a3! | confessing to juza hyodo...

because i spent the last few days watching all the juza content i could find and this boy makes my heart melt (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

part 1. part 2.

at first, it is his dedication to acting that drew you to him - you admired his commitment and passion both on stage and behind the scenes

you would bring him something sweet to snack on whenever you noticed that he stayed up late learning his lines and he would help you out with chores in return

you are surprised and touched by juza’s thoughtful gestures because you didn’t know him well until then

juza’s caring nature and love for the troupe shines too brightly for you not to see that behind his impassive glare hid a kind heart that just couldn’t properly articulate its true feelings

juza is deeply grateful that you don’t judge him for his appearance and he feels like he can fully be himself around you. eventually you don’t even notice his glaring anymore because you know how kind juza actually is

you help him with his insecurities and always encourage him whenever he gets too stressed out or doubts his abilities. sometimes you read lines together and he comes to you for advice

to thank you for your continuous support, he invites you to sweets shops and surprises with you pastries

when juza realises that he is falling in love with you (what is this warmth in his stomach? why is his heart thumping much louder when you say his name?), he goes into a quiet state of panic. most of all he is afraid that his feelings for you will ruin what you had and that you wouldn’t want to hang out with him after that

poor clueless juza doesn’t even notice how your cheeks flush whenever he expresses his gratitude for you or your arms accidentally brush

the way you are so unapologetically yourself, kind and funny and enthusiastic about the world, makes him fall for you harder day after day

the idea that you could love him back doesn’t even cross his mind - he knows how hard he is to get along with because of his appearance, and though you are always kind to him, he thinks that you would’ve done the same for anyone and he is just another friend of yours

you end up implicitly confessing your feelings for juza to omi, who easily read between the lines. little did you know that juza also went to him for advice because he felt too distressed and clueless

now, omi has to work his magic to get the two of you to talk it out together. he asks both of you for help with baking and disappears to search for a mysterious ingredient, leaving the two of you alone

the confession scene is a bashful mess. omi may have hinted at each of you how the other felt, juza still doesn’t fully believe that you could like him back. he doesn’t want to pressure you into anything so he just hopelessly struggles to find the right words

eventually, you take the matter into your own hands. you confess to him first, but juza is so overwhelmed that he responds much quicker than usual. when omi returns, the tips of your ears are burning and juza is actively avoiding eye contact with him. that’s a win, omi smiles to himself and gives you a thumbs up

after that, juza doesn’t know how to act. omi gives you generous slices from the strawberry roll cake that you just baked and exits the kitchen to treat the rest of the company. you find yourselves alone in the kitchen again, having just barely recovered from the confession

juza is wondering whether he should kiss you or reach out for your hand or just act like he always did around you, as though nothing important had happened

the strawberry roll cake is delicious though, so you draw juza’s attention to that before making a move. as you eat, some of the timidity and tension dissipates and you manage to make small talk like you always did, happily discussing the softness of the texture and the sweetness of the cream

then, when you rise up to clean your plates, your hand brushes juza’s arm, hesitating slightly, asking him for permission with your touch, and he moves closer to you, carefully replicating your gesture as his cheeks prickle with warmth. your fingers cling onto the sleeve of his jacket more firmly then, and your lips meet in the middle, him gently leaning into you

juza tastes of sugar and strawberries. and to him, you are sweeter than any pastry he loves

when you pull away, juza doesn’t break eye contact, looking at you intently, and you take his calloused hand in yours. “i love you,” you say boldly, squeezing his hand. you feel braver now, ready to fight to make this love work. you wish to give juza all the affection he deserves and the world had denied him for so long

“i love you too, y/n.” his golden eyes are still firmly set on you, not letting go. a pang of anguish revives the fear that this could only be a dream, that the comforting pressure of your hand on his could vanish and he would drive you away, but he decides that he won’t back down. just like with acting, he will give this his all. it is him who kisses you then

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