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Q
"Gahh!! Mascara, the one day I need you, you decide to be a bitch!" Akira tossed her uncooperative mascara across the room and pouted at her reflection. It was her and Takuto's 6 month anniversary and they were going out to celebrate. He had grudgingly agreed to formal dress so she was decked out in a beautiful wine cocktail dress with matching heels. "I hope I look alright..." She examined herself one last time when the doorbell rang and she excitedly ran out to answer it, grinning. "Takuto!"
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asktheboysfromllftx:

cannotcontainthefeels:

asktheboysfromllftx:

"I can’t believe she actually made me wear a suit."

He complained all the way to her place. But the second she opened the door he couldn’t help but let a gentle smile spread on his face. She was really excited. ‘She’s always running around like a crazy person. But no matter what I do she always gives me this smile. And … she looks really sexy in that dress. So, maybe it isn’t too bad wearing this stuff.

"You ready?"

He held his hand out to her. His smile got even a little softer when he felt her hand in his. ‘Hah. I’ve changed, haven’t I? But … it’s really nice to have someone you can care about so much.

The second she put her hand in his he jolt on her arm, making her stumble and fall right into his arms. ‘Yeah. That’s better.' He gently caressed her cheek before pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

"You look really … good."

Feeling him pet her head, she relaxed a little and looked up at him when he asked. She listened to his quiet explanation and she immediately felt a painful thump of her heart realising how upset she made him feel. She bit her lip when he snapped at her about her doubting her love for him. I’m so sorry Takuto…

Akira’s pain lifted a little when he pulled her close and knocked their foreheads together. He’s right, I am an idiot. What was I thinking, imagining he’d leave me for such a stupid reason as that?! God, you really are an idiot. She smiled wryly, feeling his breath tickle her face and she gazed apologetically at him.

"…I’m really sorry Takuto. You’re right, you’re absolutely right. I just was…overthinking things, I suppose. I know how much you love me and…well, I guess you know how much I love you too but…if you don’t…"

Giggling a little, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed him furiously, trying to show him her feelings. She could feel him grip her tightly in that somewhat feral way that made her blood boil beneath her skin. As much as I want to…we won’t get anything done like this. Sorry…really.

Pouting internally, she reluctantly broke the kiss and smiled softly at him, running a hand through his hair.

"I’m sorry to stop now but…I’ll never get to move in with you at this rate. So here."

Rolling off him, she reached for the trick box she had been holding and handed it to him, cuddling into his side.

"You’re good at puzzles, right? I think it’s some kind of trick box. I don’t really remember it but I can hear something inside. Think you can open it?"

He was still a little mad at her when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him. But as soon as her lips met his he completely forgot about that. He kissed her back, tightening his grip around her. It’s not that I mind her coming onto me like this but … if we don’t stop here I’m pretty sure it’ll take a while longer until she moves in with me.

Apparently she was thinking the same because the moment that thought went through his mind, she reluctantly broke the kiss. Don’t smile at me like that. If you do that … I won’t let you go. He liked the feeling of her hands running through his hair.

He still held onto her when she rolled of and only let go when it looked like she wanted to give something to him. He sat up on the bed and took the trick box from her. He barely noticed her cuddling into his side because he was already fixated on the trick box. He turned it I his hands multiple times but it didn’t seem like a normal trick box. Hm? She’s right. Seems like something’s inside.

He gave her his typical smirk, still turning the box in his hands.

"Who do you think you’re talking to, huh?"

After another twenty minutes he slowly got angry at that trick box. Dammit! Why won’t it open?! Annoyed he shook the trick box when he suddenly heard a click. Hm? Seems like one of the pieces hopped into the right place. Heh. That’s good. After one of the pieces seemed to be in the right place his motivation rose again. But it took him another fifteen minutes to finally open it. He gave her his typical smirk and handed the box to her.

"What did I tell you?"

She watched him concentrate on the box, a happy smile on her face. She hugged him tightly, loving him even more than she already did. I hope I didn’t ruin everything by acting like that before…I should probably stop thinking so negatively. We love each other despite our faults and…sometimes we love each other because of our faults. Good for me…

Over half an hour had passed and Takuto had started to lose his patience but had suddenly become motivated again and was fiddling with the trick box with the highest concentration. Akira simply smiled at her boyfriend and stroked Kiki,  who had come in ten minutes ago and curled up on her lap - which Takuto hadn’t even noticed.

He’s so handsome when he concentrates like this…damn, it’s kinda hard to keep my hands off him….hmm…maybe I should get back to packing away. She started to sit up when Takuto suddenly handed her the box with that confident smirk that she loved so much. Realising he managed to open it, she squeezed him tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek in thanks.

"You’re amazing Takuto! I knew you’d be able to figure it out! Hehe, thank you! Now, let’s see what’s in here then…"

She opened the box hesitantly and blinked as a single scrap of paper fell out into her hand. Huh? That’s it? Examining it closely, she noticed a series of letters and numbers printed on it by what seemed to be a typewriter.

"It looks really old…I have no idea what all this could mean…I mean, I still don’t know where that box came from…do you want to look at it Takuto? I mean, you’d have more of a chance figuring it out than me-oh! Maybe it’s some sort of code!! Oooh, that sounds exciting! Let’s figure out what it means!!"


Q
"Ben and Jerry's, Ben and oh. Chocolate fudge brownie, huh?" Izumi heaved the rather large tub of ice cream into her basket, joining several bottles of vodka and various slabs of chocolate. Stepping back from the freezer, she bumped into someone, making him drop his cigarettes. "Ah, sorry!" She crouched down and picked them up for him. "Here."
A

hayakawashusei:

cannotcontainthefeels:

hayakawashusei:

cannotcontainthefeels:

hayakawashusei:

He looked a little surprised when suddenly somebody bumped into him. He dropped the pack of cigarettes he was about to buy. Hm? Why is she apologising? Heh. I should have watched out.

"Nah. Don’t worry about it. It was my fault. So, I’m sorry for just standing in the way."

His gaze trailed into her basket. Well that’s … quite an interesting mix. Is she planning a party? I mean … she isn’t planning on drinking all that vodka alone, is she?

"Thanks."

Taking the pack of cigarettes he had dropped from her he gave her a small smile.

As she started paying for her items as the register and silently daring the cashier to say something, she heard the man’s voice again and was met with that charming smile once more.

Pfft, as if I can knock myself out with alcohol! He doesn’t know who he’s talking to. So I’m Miss Grumpy huh? How original, he sounds like Toshi.

"I don’t get drunk, Mr. Nice Guy. I only get to that stage where once I start to feel warm, it seems perfectly acceptable to strip. And before you ask, no, it’s not a free show."

That and my brothers generally jump in to stop me. I don’t think I’ve ever actually completely stripped…except for that time at the Christmas party. Although I think I stripped for a different reason…

Shrugging to herself, she picked up her bags and immediately tore open the tub of ice cream, scooping some into her mouth. Seeing the man’s eyes on her, she pointed at him with the plastic spoon provided, her mouth still full of ice cream.

"You ain’t gettin’ any. Buy your own and stop gawking at mine."

He chuckled slightly at her answer. She’s kinda weird … but pretty cute. And I have to admit … it seems like she can really handle herself. Most girls would probably sit in some corner and cry their eyes out. She just starts eating. She’s funny. Keeping the smile on his face he watched her pay. He payed for the chocolate and the cigarettes and followed after her out if the supermarket.

"Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna steal your ice. I don’t think I’d have any chance against you if we started fighting about it."

The phone in his pocket vibrated, telling him that he got a new message. He took it out with a worried look. Hm? From Akihoshi? Oh, right. The manager from that voice actress called and said he wants to have the interview a little earlier? Gotcha. I don’t have any other appointments so it’ll be fine. He wrote a quick message back to Akiyoshi to tell him he got the message and that he changed the appointment and then looked back up to the strange woman with a smile.

"Well … I guess I have to go now. Have to get out early tomorrow. See ya."

Waving her, he crossed the street and went back to his house. Hah … I have to get up way earlier than usual now. Well, I guess I can’t change it. But seriously … that manager could have called earlier.


He reached the studio where they were supposed to meet perfectly on time. After a few greetings with the manager he was guided into a small meeting room and told to wait for the voice actress to show up. I was supposed to show up earlier but … hah … at this rate I could have come at the time we said at first. After a while the door suddenly opened. He got up from his seat, a smile on his face.

"It’s nice to meet you. My name is Shusei Hayakawa. Thank you for agreeing to this interview."

It didn’t show on his face but … he didn’t expect to see her here.

"I doubt it…"

She watched him walk away, scooping more ice-cream into her mouth. She shrugged and started off towards her apartment. What a strange guy…I guess it was kinda nice of him to be worried. But I don’t need anyone to worry about me. I have two lovely men in my life to keep me company anyway. One called Ben, the other Jerry. I’m coming hooomee!!

"You drank yourself to stripping again, didn’t you? Honestly Izu, you’re lucky I came over to pick up that charger or you would have given your manager a heart attack."

Izumi ignored her brother’s exasperated voice and continued to scrub her wet hair with a towel. Hitoshi, more commonly known as Toshi, had come over to her apartment and had found her clad in her underwear, about to answer the door. Geez, he’s such a mother sometimes. He didn’t have to make the shower cold though, I’m not sleepy…meany.

"Toshi, quit griping and leave already. My interview is earlier than I thought. That manager just loves telling me these things at the last minute…"

Toshi grinned and ruffled her hair before placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

"With Seasonelle, right? Well, good luck. Try not to weird them out too much, okay?"

"Can’t make any promises, Toshi."

Izumi was glaring at her manager as he tried to convince her to change into something more acceptable for an interview. Can’t this guy take a hint? If you want me to look presentable, you should send me an e-mail 24 hours in advance. Not 3 hours before the interview.

She walked past him towards the room where her interviewer was waiting. Hayakawa, was it? Or was it Okouchi? I like their articles, they’re kinda funny at times. Well, no matter how funny they are, I ain’t changing. I’m comfy.

Sweeping her hair up into a messy ponytail and unwrapping the bar of chocolate she sneaked past her manager, she happily chomped down on it as she opened the door and was slightly surprised to see the man from the convenience store yesterday.

"Oh, Mr. Nice Guy. Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised to see you here."

Glancing at him for a moment, she crossed to the window and opened it before setting an ashtray down on the table. She nodded towards it before curling up on the couch, still munching her chocolate.

"Don’t tell my manager I’m eating this. He’s always on my case about it."

He stared at her for a moment before regaining his usual smile.

"Well, I guess we should get started then, Miss Tsukino."

We’ve met yesterday so, I guess we’re not living that far apart. But … I’m representing Seasonelle. I can’t be too casual with her. Even though she doesn’t seem like she really cares about it. After she sat down he went back to his chair and put the recorder on the table. Before starting it he looked up at her with another smile.

"Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell your manager a thing."

He took out his notes and put them on the table. I’ve looked at them last night but I don’t want to forget anything by mistake. So, I’ll just leave them there to be sure. He activated the recorder and gave her his usual friendly smile.

"So, Miss Tsukino … you’ve been working as a voice actress for quite a while, right? What made you become a voice actress?"

She sighed upon hearing his professional tone and she scowled at him, hugging her limbs closer to her body.

"Look, I know you’re being professional and all, but I really don’t care about that kinda stuff, Mr. Nice Guy. If you aren’t gonna call me Izumi, then at the very least Miss Grumpy. It’s the only ‘Miss’ I’ll accept. Besides, it’s not like anyone else is gonna hear this right?"

Finishing off her chocolate bar, she tossed the wrapper into the bin in the corner before curling back up like before. She considered his question and answered him in a thoughtful tone.

"It wasn’t an immediate thing or anything…but I guess…I was always good at conveying emotions through my voice. When I was little, I used to watch TV and imitate the characters’ voices. When I was around maybe 10 or 11, I switched to muting the TV and just improvising judging from their movements and expressions.

"I was always interested in acting but I knew I didn’t have the face or body to be on the big screen and I knew I wasn’t idol material so…I looked at voice acting. I just preferred it. I mean, you can’t show the character’s emotions, they’ve already been animated. So you have to try and show raw feelings using only your voice. And I found that skill amazing."

She smiled a little and she could feel her face flushing as it always did when she talked about her profession. A little lost in her own world, she continued, eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

"So, I was so, so set on making my way to voice acting. I interned at studios during college to get some behind-the-scenes experience, and I found myself loving the idea even more. I met my manager soon after that and he really loved my demo so he gave me a shot and well, here I am!"

She suddenly realised she wasn’t talking to a friend but a journalist and she coughed to hide her embarrassment, glancing at him.

"So…it just really appeared as an ambition along the way, to be perfectly honest."


morice:

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thesmallestactofkindness:

Gave my students a pop quiz today and learned something new:

If you make all the answers to the questions C, you will see 35 of the most hilariously panicked and confused faces in the world.

are you satan

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Ariana Grande sounds like a font on Microsoft Word

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Q
"Ben and Jerry's, Ben and oh. Chocolate fudge brownie, huh?" Izumi heaved the rather large tub of ice cream into her basket, joining several bottles of vodka and various slabs of chocolate. Stepping back from the freezer, she bumped into someone, making him drop his cigarettes. "Ah, sorry!" She crouched down and picked them up for him. "Here."
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hayakawashusei:

cannotcontainthefeels:

hayakawashusei:

He looked a little surprised when suddenly somebody bumped into him. He dropped the pack of cigarettes he was about to buy. Hm? Why is she apologising? Heh. I should have watched out.

"Nah. Don’t worry about it. It was my fault. So, I’m sorry for just standing in the way."

His gaze trailed into her basket. Well that’s … quite an interesting mix. Is she planning a party? I mean … she isn’t planning on drinking all that vodka alone, is she?

"Thanks."

Taking the pack of cigarettes he had dropped from her he gave her a small smile.

As she started paying for her items as the register and silently daring the cashier to say something, she heard the man’s voice again and was met with that charming smile once more.

Pfft, as if I can knock myself out with alcohol! He doesn’t know who he’s talking to. So I’m Miss Grumpy huh? How original, he sounds like Toshi.

"I don’t get drunk, Mr. Nice Guy. I only get to that stage where once I start to feel warm, it seems perfectly acceptable to strip. And before you ask, no, it’s not a free show."

That and my brothers generally jump in to stop me. I don’t think I’ve ever actually completely stripped…except for that time at the Christmas party. Although I think I stripped for a different reason…

Shrugging to herself, she picked up her bags and immediately tore open the tub of ice cream, scooping some into her mouth. Seeing the man’s eyes on her, she pointed at him with the plastic spoon provided, her mouth still full of ice cream.

"You ain’t gettin’ any. Buy your own and stop gawking at mine."

He chuckled slightly at her answer. She’s kinda weird … but pretty cute. And I have to admit … it seems like she can really handle herself. Most girls would probably sit in some corner and cry their eyes out. She just starts eating. She’s funny. Keeping the smile on his face he watched her pay. He payed for the chocolate and the cigarettes and followed after her out if the supermarket.

"Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna steal your ice. I don’t think I’d have any chance against you if we started fighting about it."

The phone in his pocket vibrated, telling him that he got a new message. He took it out with a worried look. Hm? From Akihoshi? Oh, right. The manager from that voice actress called and said he wants to have the interview a little earlier? Gotcha. I don’t have any other appointments so it’ll be fine. He wrote a quick message back to Akiyoshi to tell him he got the message and that he changed the appointment and then looked back up to the strange woman with a smile.

"Well … I guess I have to go now. Have to get out early tomorrow. See ya."

Waving her, he crossed the street and went back to his house. Hah … I have to get up way earlier than usual now. Well, I guess I can’t change it. But seriously … that manager could have called earlier.


He reached the studio where they were supposed to meet perfectly on time. After a few greetings with the manager he was guided into a small meeting room and told to wait for the voice actress to show up. I was supposed to show up earlier but … hah … at this rate I could have come at the time we said at first. After a while the door suddenly opened. He got up from his seat, a smile on his face.

"It’s nice to meet you. My name is Shusei Hayakawa. Thank you for agreeing to this interview."

It didn’t show on his face but … he didn’t expect to see her here.

"I doubt it…"

She watched him walk away, scooping more ice-cream into her mouth. She shrugged and started off towards her apartment. What a strange guy…I guess it was kinda nice of him to be worried. But I don’t need anyone to worry about me. I have two lovely men in my life to keep me company anyway. One called Ben, the other Jerry. I’m coming hooomee!!

"You drank yourself to stripping again, didn’t you? Honestly Izu, you’re lucky I came over to pick up that charger or you would have given your manager a heart attack."

Izumi ignored her brother’s exasperated voice and continued to scrub her wet hair with a towel. Hitoshi, more commonly known as Toshi, had come over to her apartment and had found her clad in her underwear, about to answer the door. Geez, he’s such a mother sometimes. He didn’t have to make the shower cold though, I’m not sleepy…meany.

"Toshi, quit griping and leave already. My interview is earlier than I thought. That manager just loves telling me these things at the last minute…"

Toshi grinned and ruffled her hair before placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

"With Seasonelle, right? Well, good luck. Try not to weird them out too much, okay?"

"Can’t make any promises, Toshi."

Izumi was glaring at her manager as he tried to convince her to change into something more acceptable for an interview. Can’t this guy take a hint? If you want me to look presentable, you should send me an e-mail 24 hours in advance. Not 3 hours before the interview.

She walked past him towards the room where her interviewer was waiting. Hayakawa, was it? Or was it Okouchi? I like their articles, they’re kinda funny at times. Well, no matter how funny they are, I ain’t changing. I’m comfy.

Sweeping her hair up into a messy ponytail and unwrapping the bar of chocolate she sneaked past her manager, she happily chomped down on it as she opened the door and was slightly surprised to see the man from the convenience store yesterday.

"Oh, Mr. Nice Guy. Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised to see you here."

Glancing at him for a moment, she crossed to the window and opened it before setting an ashtray down on the table. She nodded towards it before curling up on the couch, still munching her chocolate.

"Don’t tell my manager I’m eating this. He’s always on my case about it."


saltwaterliving:

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saltwaterliving:

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"Ben and Jerry's, Ben and oh. Chocolate fudge brownie, huh?" Izumi heaved the rather large tub of ice cream into her basket, joining several bottles of vodka and various slabs of chocolate. Stepping back from the freezer, she bumped into someone, making him drop his cigarettes. "Ah, sorry!" She crouched down and picked them up for him. "Here."
A

hayakawashusei:

hayakawashusei:

He looked a little surprised when suddenly somebody bumped into him. He dropped the pack of cigarettes he was about to buy. Hm? Why is she apologising? Heh. I should have watched out.

"Nah. Don’t worry about it. It was my fault. So, I’m sorry for just standing in the way."

His gaze trailed into her basket. Well that’s … quite an interesting mix. Is she planning a party? I mean … she isn’t planning on drinking all that vodka alone, is she?

"Thanks."

Taking the pack of cigarettes he had dropped from her he gave her a small smile.

He stifled a chuckle when he saw her pick up another bottle of whiskey. Then he gave a small exasperated sigh while watching her going to the register.

He grabbed a bar of chocolate and hurried after her. I promised Minato to pay him back for helping me out on that last story. I just hope he’ll take the chocolate. Else I’d really have to get creative.

When he caught up with her, he flashed her an innocent smile.

"But I’m pretty sure knocking yourself out with alcohol won’t make your morning any better. And also, my definition of cute is perfectly fine, Miss Grumpy."

As she started paying for her items as the register and silently daring the cashier to say something, she heard the man’s voice again and was met with that charming smile once more.

Pfft, as if I can knock myself out with alcohol! He doesn’t know who he’s talking to. So I’m Miss Grumpy huh? How original, he sounds like Toshi.

"I don’t get drunk, Mr. Nice Guy. I only get to that stage where once I start to feel warm, it seems perfectly acceptable to strip. And before you ask, no, it’s not a free show."

That and my brothers generally jump in to stop me. I don’t think I’ve ever actually completely stripped…except for that time at the Christmas party. Although I think I stripped for a different reason…

Shrugging to herself, she picked up her bags and immediately tore open the tub of ice cream, scooping some into her mouth. Seeing the man’s eyes on her, she pointed at him with the plastic spoon provided, her mouth still full of ice cream.

"You ain’t gettin’ any. Buy your own and stop gawking at mine."


pinkcatspn:

impalaorbust:

letsboldlygomotherfuckers:

significantmelancholy:

fish-fingers-and-fezzes:

lizardbirdthing:

qima:

This is a damn smooth gif.

Wow I can’t find the seam.Also magma’s pretty rad.

i want to touch it

I strongly advise you not to touch it

I’m gonna touch it

do
not
touch 
the
lava

but it’s so pretty

pinkcatspn:

impalaorbust:

letsboldlygomotherfuckers:

significantmelancholy:

fish-fingers-and-fezzes:

lizardbirdthing:

qima:

This is a damn smooth gif.

Wow I can’t find the seam.

Also magma’s pretty rad.

i want to touch it

I strongly advise you not to touch it

I’m gonna touch it

do

not

touch 

the

lava

but it’s so pretty

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