#Part Fifteen

[peachesofteal]

No thoughts just Bunny not ready to have sex but ready to watch.

[thedecayingapplefiles]

Part Fifteen

Twilight immediately ran to the door, looking at Fluttershy, who was covering herself with her wings.

"Twiiiilight, Twiliiiiight!~" A familiar voice sang, as the pounds on the door kept coming. "You better open up this door 'fore I kick it down!"

Applejack had found them. Finally.

"What do you want with us?! What are you?!" Twilight shouted in frustration, her horn lighting up as she used her magic to force the door closed.

"We're starving, Twilight... Let us in..." Scootaloo's voice cried from the window. It was an ambush.

"C'mon, silly! It's us! Your friends!" Pinkie was heard on the other side of the door.

Twilight growled. "You aren't my friends... You KILLED my friends. You murdered Princess Celestia. Why do you go after specifically ponies that can use magic?!"

The infected ponies had no response, only trying to get in more frantically now.

"Fluttershy, take Sweetie and go down with Rainbow. I'll hold them off and meet you down there." Twilight looked at the pegasus pony, who nodded.

[calissarowan]

Musa: Thank you both for joining us today.

Bloom: Flora tied us up with vines.

Musa: Yes, she did. I’m sure you both know why?

Ogron: …No.

Anagan: This is an intervention.

Musa: Think they can see that, Anagan.

Bloom: …How would we see that?

Musa: From our intervention banner!

Ogron: …What banner?

Musa: This banner- wait…

Helia, frantically painting: I’ll be done in a minute!

Musa: I told you to write ‘intervention’ on a big piece of paper! How hard can it be?!

Helia: It needs to say something!

Musa: Intervention! That’s it! It’s eleven letters!

Riven: Twelve, actually.

Musa: Oh, does it feel like the time?!

Ogron: This is the least professional intervention I’ve ever had foisted on me.

[ch4rryc0smos]

REVERIE | 15

RATHER LIE THAN TELL YOU I'M IN LOVE.

synopsis ┊kenji sato returns to japan, leaving behind everything he's ever known. and fate plays a cruel joke on him, when hazel vellichor walks back into his life, albeit not by choice. she makes a trip to japan, for a charity event, for another speech, and somehow; media wrangles her in for more drama. what they don't know is that she's ultrawoman, and kenji's ultraman, and there's more than to the eye here. they're well intertwined and every time they tug away, the knot gets tighter. everything leads them to each other, and now japan is in their hands, and they have to unravel every secret they refused to acknowledge prior to this. and they have to accept every role bestowed upon them, whether they like it or not. somehow, all of this leads to is them learning that there was always more to their friendship, and that they were truly two puzzle pieces, fit right next to each other.

genre ┊ childhood-friends-to-strangers-to-lovers, slight angst, tooth rotting & chaotic fluff, co-parenting (?)

pairing ┊ken sato x fem-self insert/oc, ken sato x public figure!self insert, ken sato x childhood-friend!self insert

warnings ┊ mild cursing, mentions of drinking, trauma, heavy topics (?), events in ultraman: rising take place alongside this story.

word count ┊1.3k

author's note ┊angst, huh, what's that? i didn't know that existed! have fun, it's not too long, i think, but we're reaching the end of reverie soon, kinda emotional because i've barely had the chance or energy to write recently, this made me feel great, right before i was short of time. happy reading?

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Over the next few days, neither of them mention what happened that night Ken returned drunk. They don’t have to, and Hazel hopes they won’t. She honestly thinks Kenji might have forgotten, but he doesn't say anything about it. The days roll around that they can finally be free from their bandages and casts, and all of the wrapping that would aid in their healing. Ken’s beyond elated, and he offers to drive. Hazel’s a bit more exhausted, more so mentally than physically, but it’s enough for her to agree without much fight. 

Ken’s humming as he drives them to the hospital, and that’s about the only sound that can puncture the silence that surrounds them. The right side of Hazel’s face is pressed against her window, and she’s about to doze off, but then Ken’s phone goes off. She glances at him, holds it up for him. It’s one of his teammates. 

“You can pick it up,” he says.

She picks it up, puts it on speaker.

���That night was amazing, Ken—” someone’s saying, really loud. Hazel thinks he might just be speaking right into the speaker.

“I know, dude.” Kenji laughs.

“Didn’t know you had a wife, though!” the guy on the other side is saying, and laughing. Ken tenses, looks at the phone with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t have a wife?” his tone is questioning. His lips are parted in confusion as he stares at the road ahead. 

Hazel’s eyes are plastered on him, and she mouths the word ‘what?’

“You left early because you said you had a wife to get back to!”

Hazel feels a lot warmer, although she has no fucking idea who this guy could be referring to.

“I don’t have a wife, oh my god,” Ken says, laughing.

His teammate and him argue for a bit, albeit jokingly. And Ken ends up winning the argument about whether he has a wife or not. Hazel’s silent the whole time, and she feels really warm, and like there’s a pit in her stomach. She doesn’t even realise when they’ve arrived until the car stops and she has to act like she’s not been in her head the whole drive. She stumbles out, opens Kenji’s door for him. He steps out, offering his hand to her. She accepts it, tentatively. 

 When they walk in, Ken’s doctor is already greeting him. But what she says leaves Hazel’s mind in complete shambles.

“You’ve brought your girlfriend along?” Her tone is the sweetest, more inquiring thing ever. But when Hazel looks up at Ken, he’s redder than a cherry.

She looks away.

“She’s not my girlfriend—Just a frie…” he trails off. The doctor laughs, not pressing and she escorts him away. Hazel’s left waiting outside. 

Her heart is sinking, though.

They never confirmed what they may have been, but friends don’t kiss each other, and almost leave hickies, and raise an infant kaiju together, they don’t do any of the shit that Ken and Hazel do. Friends wouldn’t have seen each other naked, or spilled their guts like that. 

She’s looking at the floor when Ken returns and his left hand gingerly brushes her shoulder. She flinches. And she hates that she’s relieved. She’s also mad, but she just can’t tell if she’s allowed to, to begin with. 

“Hey? It’s your turn, your doctor’s waiting.” 

His fingers are about to brush her chin, but she stands up abruptly, making him stumble a few steps back.

She smiles at him, as much as she can while she’s feeling conflicted. He asks her if he should come along, she shakes her head and asks her doctor to lead the way. They leave Ken looking at Hazel, confused. Hazel thinks he shouldn’t be. 

She can’t deny it, but she misses his presence in the room when she goes in for check ups, but she’s willing to act like she doesn’t. When she returns, she wordlessly gestures towards the exit. Ken opens his mouth, but no words come out.

“Come on,” she whispers. She may be mad, but she won’t be unreasonable. She repeats that in her head. She leads him back to the car, and she gets into the passenger seat. He drops beside her, and the car vibrates underneath them as the engine starts. 

“Hazel?” he asks, finally starting to drive off. Hazel turns to look at him, he gulps. Now she feels terrible. “What’s wrong?”

She’s trying to not snap into pieces now. “What’s wrong? Kenji… What are we?” she whispers, her voice starts shaking and she curses herself mentally for it. 

“I—” and he hesitates. That makes her want to tear her heart out.

“Kenji, friends don’t fucking kiss each other.” She balls her fists in her lap. 

He can’t even meet her eyes anymore. And that hurts her too. 

Then she does the one thing she thought she wouldn’t. She brings up the night he returns drunk. “Friends don’t go naked in front of each other, they don’t try to leave hickies. They don’t—” Her words die in her throat when Kenji’s head snaps up, and their eyes meet.

And she thinks it’s so unfair that he can have this effect on her when she wants to break him, but she wants to kiss him too. But he doesn’t deserve that if he can’t accept that they were never just friends.

“When—” he starts, but it seems that realisation dawns on him before he completes his sentence. 

“Ken, don’t play with my heart.” Hazel looks away. She doesn’t need him seeing the way her eyes well up with unwanted tears. She stares out at the streets. 

“Of course not!” he sounds terrified, but she only spares him one glance, and her lips tremble, her frown deepens.

“If you weren’t playing with me, it wouldn’t be so hard to just call me your girlfriend, no?” The indignation is clear in her tone when she says these words, voice shaking intensely, knuckles white with the pressure she was exerting. 

“Hazel, I swear,” Ken whispers, he sounds like he’s begging, Like he might be in tears. 

“Ken, what the fuck are we? You’ve had my heart for so long, but you’re scared to call me your partner?” She finally looks at him, and she has to bite her lip to fight back any strangled sobs that threaten to spill over, she can’t even hold his gaze for long, she’s looking away, wiping furiously at her face. She’s trying to not heave, because she knows that’ll hurt her abdomen. 

“I’m not.” He isn’t looking at her anymore, and Hazel thinks he might just leave it here, hanging, but then she notices that he’s driving back to their his place.

“Take me back to my place.” Hazel looks at him. His whole face falls. She has to fight the urge to cup his face in her hands. He doesn’t deserve that comfort. 

“Hazel, please…” his voice is much quieter.

She shakes her head. And resigned, Ken starts driving away. She retraces every street as he drives her back. And when he stops in front of her house, she hesitates for a minute. She thinks he might be hopeful of her changing her mind, but then she opens the door, and steps out. If Ken says anything, it falls to deaf ears as she starts walking away. 

She only faintly registers the sounds of an engine as she pushes her door open, and she just thinks it’s so unfair that this doesn’t feel like home anymore. Or the fact that half of her closet is left at his. She groans, lets the door slam shut as she falls onto her couch. She shoves her face into her hands, tries to fight back sobs that threaten to wreck her body. She fails. Tears are staining her sleeves as she shakes with the force of every sob.

She shouldn’t have bared her heart at all, because now it would be no one else’s. And what about Emi? What was she going to do? Her own house doesn’t feel like hers. It’s not home.

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[rhapsodyred-writes]

Jude was exactly where Roxy expected her to be - in the training room, with a pair of boxing gloves on.

"You should go talk to her." Roxy whispered to Jamie beside her, as Jude delivered punch after precise punch to the training dummy in front of her.

"Are you kidding me?" He whisper-hissed back. "I'd rather go up against an angry goose! Besides - your sword, your problem."

Roxy huffed a sigh at the same time that Jude turned around and fixed the both of them with an unimpressed stare.

"Do you need something? You're really distracting."

"Roxy wants to ask you something," Jamie piped up before Roxy even had a chance to open her mouth.

She made a mental note to shuffle his video games into the wrong cases later.

"I'm wondering if you have any idea where Salem is? I have it on good authority that he has a sword that's missing from my collection." Roxy took a tentative step forward; even though Jude was five inches shorter than her, Roxy knew Jude spent as much of her free time training as she could, and it wasn't for nothing.

"Did someone tell you I might have info?" Jude slipped off her boxing gloves and put a hand on her hip.

"Ah, not quite, but Xilixas did think maybe I'd need your help kicking Salem's royal rear once I do finally catch him."

Jude snorted. "Yeah, that's a pass for me. I know what that guy's capable of, with all his dragon magic. You ever seen him turn back time on a table that someone's wrecked before?"

"Ah, yes, but-"

"You think he couldn't turn back time to make the ass-kicking never have happened?"

Roxy was at a loss. It was unlike Jude not to pick every fight she could. Although, maybe she smartened up a little after that fight. Toni (even though it wasn't technically Toni) had been unstoppable, and only one person had been able to match her. Now that Roxy thought about it, Jude had been much more careful with the fights she picked after that.

And, of course, seeing as how Salem was 10,000-ish years old, picking a fight with him probably wasn't in anyone's best interest.

"Alright, well I don't suppose you've at least seen him?"

"Nope." Jude shrugged in an infuriatingly nonchalant way. "Maybe you'd consider enlisting the help of a reptile charmer?"

Her tone was teasing, but it gave Roxy an idea. Sykes wasn't exactly a reptile charmer, but he did deal in music.

In a bold move, she stepped forward and shook Jude gently by the shoulders. "Jude, you're a genius."

"I am?"

"She is?"

Roxy wheeled on Jamie. "What kind of music does Salem like?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with something that bordered on excitement.

"Uh, classical?"

"Exactly! And what kind of music does Sykes play the most?"

She watched the slow dawning realization on Jamie's face.

"You think we could find him there?" He asked.

"If not, maybe we can summon him somehow."

Jamie scoffed, but didn't offer more objections.

"Alright, we might as well. On to the music room, I guess!"

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[tv-moments]

Your Honor

Season 2, “Part Fifteen”

Director: Peter Sollett

DoP: Anette Haellmigk

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Ninejack walked so that Fifteen x Rogue could run

[kyouka-supremacy]

Please I need to know how Mori made a slitted throat look like a natural death. Please

[originalaccountname]

15-year-old Chuuya who was keeping his hands in his pockets to give himself a disadvantage in hopes of one day being in danger, and having to put his all into fighting to survive, bringing himself closer to his sense of self

VS

15-year-old Dazai who had no interest in his continued existence until he was severely wounded in battle, and decided with his adrenaline-pumped brain life was worth a shot on the condition he joined the mafia to observe death from up close

[kataraavatara]

cassian telling Nesta to “try harder” less than a year after her father died is hilarious considering that he’s still not over being a bastard 500+ years later. how about you “try harder” to not have a massive inferiority complex.

[idle-compy]

ben not watching the road - part 1

(part 2 here)

[thesherrinfordfacility]

the bit that gets me is "you can't leave this bookshop" as if crowley hadn't asked aziraphale to run away with him on two three occasions, to leave the bookshop, on crowley's terms doing what crowley believes to be the right thing

i get it he means 'the bookshop' as a metaphor for him, for leaving crowley, because there's no way crowley is ever going back to heaven and aziraphale was naive to even think he would

but the resolute way he refuses to hear aziraphale wanting to be with him, but this time on aziraphale's terms, doing what aziraphale believes to be the right thing, he immediately takes that as rejection and rejects aziraphale in kind

sometimes i don't think crowley realises that - possibly through no fault of his own - he's actually not as different from heaven as he might like to think he is

[midnightsslut]

thinking about how the desperate attempt to cling to her childhood with speak now elicited mixed responses (scott telling her she couldn’t have a fairytale-inspired title like enchanted, romantic relationships with older men who took advantage of her inexperience vs the need to be america’s sweetheart), which led to a pivot to try to slowly grow up (hence a noticeable aesthetic change, more mature themes and sounds in her music, etc), only for that to be confronted with even more criticism (sit-downs over leaving the cursive fonts of her early albums behind, constraints to her sonic experimentation, scott generally doubling down on his control of her music because, in her own words, her success in pop with IKYWT/WANEGBT made him see her as a woman which felt threatening, a global slut-shaming campaign, the paula of it all). no wonder it led to the feeling that she had to double down on her maturation arc with 1989 to truly feel in control for the first time, which, in turn, tainted her memory of her previous two albums because they both felt constraining and slightly embarrassing compared to her newfound sense of liberation.

[originalartblog]

actually I had one more

[pectinpeeress]

My boys are so stupid. Look at them trying to hike into Briggs with two metal limbs.

[tj-crochets]

The orange canvas and national parks tote for my uncle is done!!

I’ll take photos with better lighting tomorrow when the sun is up again, but I’m so happy with how this turned out. I made the bag pattern myself, because I couldn’t find one the size I wanted, and it’s got two patch pockets on the inside because I bought way too much national parks fabric and because pockets are useful