#So no summer water scenes from me. >:U

[loupy-mongoose]

I'm rebelling against the trend.

[riekirei]

fan favorite— nishimura riki

you and riki, the iconic duo, were inseparable. your friendship was so loved in public, but it was something more in private.

pairing: idol!riki x 8th member!fmr | genre(s): fluff | content/warning: they kiss like once, riki teases reader and vice versa

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word count: 1.2k

author’s note: been insanely inactive but wtv, here’s something i wrote recently. hope u enjoy reading this! likes n reblogs r highly appreciated. not proofread

you step out of the van with the beaming sun rays hitting your face, the smell of the easing ocean breeze, and the sounds of the crashing waves filling the area. you pull your digital camera out of your bag that hung just by your shoulder. you try taking a picture of the bright summer sun that shined that day, but it was way too bright for you to see. you squint your eyes to the sun’s light that nearly blinded you when a hand’s shadow appeared from behind, hovering over your eyes to shield it from the light. it was riki, he had just gotten out of the van after you. “blinding lights, blinding lights~” (blind - enhypen) he sang as he watched you take pictures with the help of his hand preventing the sun from glaring at you. “hey!! since when have you gone down the car?” you asked him, wondering how fast he’d came as you expected him to take longer. 

you were at a beach for your new album’s concept photos, just like dimension dilemma (i guess it’s associated with the group’s storyline) and the makeup artists and stylists had just fixed your hair and makeup in the van before arriving at the beach. riki was up next to get his hair and makeup done, but he apparently was done? “did they not do your makeup or something?” you added onto your question from earlier. “they didn’t do my hair. probably the style they wanted for this album was something like this” riki replied. “you look good either way sooo” you told him, tucking his dark hair into his ear.

just a moment after, a camera panned towards the place you and riki stood. it was the staff shooting behind the scenes content for them to post on the official youtube channel. you snap out of the conversation you were previously having with riki and face the camera lens that was right in front of you. “hello engene!! today we’re at the beach and we’ll be taking some photos for our upcoming album” you say, making your way through the hot sand, towards the shore. riki follows shortly behind you. the camera films the both of you walking before you come across an area with countless seashells, laid out on the ground. it was quite a rough surface to be walking on so as you stepped on it, you tripped, slightly slipping your body forward. just as you were about to fall, riki’s grabbed your wrist and made sure to carefully support the other side of your torso from hitting the ground. he helped you get on your feet again. “guys y/n’s feeling silly” he says to the camera, laughing at what just happened. “engene, it was ni-ki’s fault, right? he pushed me” (he didn’t hsjahs) you jokingly said. “he pushed me!!!” you added. “nahhh, maybe its just a skill issue to be honest” he told you as you two bickered on camera for the nth time. 

you two found yourselves before the shore, watching the still water reflect the sky as waves came in. you went on your knees to draw doodles and words on the damp white sand. you drew a huge heart with the word ‘engene’ written in the middle. the camera captured the pretty sight before it shifted to what riki was doing. he was standing right where the waves met the shore, the water smoothly gliding on the sand. riki scooped some wet sand, combining it with some drier sand to create a ball. he shaped it with the palms of his hand and set them down to form a pile of multiple sand balls.

“what’s tha-“ you questioned riki before he picked one up and threw one at you. the firm sand ball flew its way towards you, crumbling to pieces as it came into contact with your body. riki bursts out laughing as he sees the mundane look you had on your face. “ha ha, ni-ki. you’re like so funny!” you say sarcastically. you try holding your laughter as you watched riki snicker. he walked back towards the other direction to form more sand balls.

while he wasn’t looking, you bent down over, grabbing a portion of sand that was laid out on the beach. you compressed the grains of sand together to form a sand ball yourself. 

“ni-ki!! look over here!!” you called out, having a plan in mind. just as he turned in your direction, you projected the sand ball right at him, hitting him on his arm. “HEY” riki shouted. 

oh you knew you were done for. like deadass, you were DONE for.

you quickly sprinted away from riki as he chased you across the beach. you stepped into the shallow water, trying to catch a hold of your breath while feeling the cool, relaxing sensation the flowing water had that came in contact with your feet. riki had finally caught up, stepping into the water as well. he wrapped his arms around you, tightly embracing you. “try escaping me now” riki said. “NI-KIII, LET ME GOO!!!” you exclaimed, swinging your body from left to right, attempting to escape him. 

you extended your arm, reaching for riki’s waist. you begun tickling him as you two giggle. he uncontrollably laughed at the tickle he felt. he tries pushing you off of him when you playfully nudge him too, not knowing how strong you had pushed him.

riki fell into the water, getting his outfit wet. “YOU THINK I’M THE ONLY ONE FALLING IN?” he said with a big grin on his face. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down as you made a splash, landing right next to him. you two sat there and died laughing at what had happened. all this bantering was caught on camera for ENGENEs to watch. they adored the bond you and riki had. they’d make edits, compilations, and several posts about ‘y/n-ki’ and the endearing moments you two had.

you got up, slowly running away from riki who still hadn’t gotten up yet. “Y/N HELP ME UP, I CAN’T- Y/N!!” riki yelled. you looked back and tittered at the sight of riki struggling to get up. “hmmmm what about…. no!” you reply. “OKAY SO YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE” he responded in a sulky tone. he crossed his arms and pouted his lips. “OKAY!!! I GUESS-“ riki continued before you ran towards his direction, finally giving in and helping the poor boy up. “I’LL HELP YOU UP, OKAY? RELAX PRINCESS ARIEL” you teased riki. “whatever, bro” he said, jokingly giving you a side eye.

the sun set as you and riki spent time with each other at the beach, along with the other members. the cameras cut and the staff called it a day, allowing you all to relax and clear your heads before getting back onto the ride home. you both walked a distance far enough for no one to be able to catch sight of you two. you and riki sat on the sand, feet buried in it. you rested your head on his shoulder while you two stare into the horizon before you. “it’s almost just as pretty as you” riki said as he let out a chuckle. “really?” you reply, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. “mhm” he said, slightly nodding his head. you smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. 

the chemistry between the two of you was good, maybe a lil too good. and the fan favorite duo were great friends on and off cam, maybe a lil more than friends too.

[luna0713hunter]

hii young!luffy x young!reader fluff inspired by the kiss scene in my girl? honestly u don't don't have to know the film you can just search up the scene! also it doesn't even have to be fully accurate all I'm really asking for is their first kiss

Author's note : hello there!so abt this request;i havent watched my girl ,but I've searched abt it and gosh they're so adorable?!?!maybe I'll watch it this week!

My Girl

Monkey d. Luffy x reader

Warnings : lots of fluff,young!Luffy x young!reader, you're both 10 btw

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Your mother always used to tell you that you'll find your true love when you grew up.

But you found love a little bit too early.

It was a sunny summer day. Those days where the weather is both too hot to go outside but staying inside is not an option either. So with small hands interlocked,you and your long time best friend,Luffy,go to your usual hanging spot : Shanks' ship.

The crew were all outside, perhaps that was the reason why the two of you had entered without anyone telling you that you're too young for being on a pirate ship. But when you sit down on the wooden surface and spread your small picnic basket that Makino had packed,you give Luffy a blinding smile and offer him a small sandwich.

And true to his fashion ,Luffy swallows whole the entire piece in one go.

You huff and smack his hand away from your share,and glare at him, "dont eat so fast or you'll get an stomachache!"

"nuh uh!i can eat the whole basket and still be hungry!"

"well too bad!!Makino packed this lunch for both of us!so you have to share!"

Luffy pouts but complies, choosing to grab an apple instead and munch on it slower this time.

There's a moment of silence before Luffy opens his mouth and the world stops.

"hey,y/n?'

"yeah?"

"have you ever kissed anyone?"

You loudly choke on your food.

Luffy jumps up and gives you a bottle of water,and with concerned eyes,rubs your back.

"you alright?!"

You cough and try to wipe your eyes from the tears that had formed.

"w-why would you ask that?"

Luffy sits across you crossed leg and shrugs.

"i saw some couple kissing in the bar last night,and it got me thinking," he then looks at you and grins, "so?have you?"

You shake your head furiously as you feel your cheeks heating up with each passing second, "of course not! I'm only ten!"

"but Makino says love has no age."

Your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open, "L-love?" You swallow and your voice suddenly drops;like you're scared somebody will hear you, "who do you love,Luffy?"

And he answers without missing a bit that it gives you whiplash.

"you of course!who else!?"

His answer makes you shut your mouth so fast,that you cringe upon the sound of your teeth clattering. You cant speak;what can you say to his confession? But when you see him staring at you expectedly,you swallow and gather your courage to speak again.

"Luffy," you wet your lips before continuing, "i think loving someone romantically is different than... loving your parents or..Shanks and Makino."

Luffy tilts his head,and you smile upon seeing his adorable puppy like eyes.

"but y/n,i know i love you. Why would i mistake it?"

"how do you know it's different?"

Luffy folds his arms against his chest and takes a moment to consider your question.

"its like," he wonders aloud, "when i see you its different from when i see Shanks or Makino. My heart gets all..mushy mushy,"

"mushy mushy?!"

"Yeah!" He grins and nods rapidly, " it beats really hard,and i want to share my foods with you!!i never want to do that with Shanks or others!!"

And to Luffy, sharing food is a big deal.

You shyly glance away and start fidgeting with your fingers, "so... you've been thinking about kissing..." You swallow, "me?"

Luffy nods again and skootched toward your until your knees are pressing together.

"do you...want to try it?"

"kissing?"

"mhm."

You give him a shy smile and with a final nod,Luffy leans forward with his eyes squeezed shut,and presses his lips clumsily against yours.

The kiss is sweet and short;the taste of the apple that he had earlier lingering on your lips even when he pulls away.

You wish you could taste it once again.

"so," Luffy nervously bounces his knee, "how was it?"

You giggle and leave a small peck on his nose,making him scrunch it up.

"it was...sweet."

"sweet?"

"yeah. I liked it."

The words seemed to make Luffy beam,as his grin becomes impossibly wider.

"I'm glad!!!"

Before either of you can say another word, there's the sound of another pair of footsteps and soon, Shanks' playful voice calls out for the two of you.

"you kids better not be here again!!"

And when Luffy takes your hand and with giggles ,runaway from the ship,you cant help but to feel your heart beating loud,and being warm just like the summer sun.

-

"hey," a snap of finger in front of your face brings you back from your daydreaming, "whatcha thinking about?"

You smile at the boy in front of you;his taller form and muscular arms and shake your head.

"just remembering some good memories."

"oh?am i in any of them?"

You glance at him and when you see his warm chocolate brown eyes,you close your own and sigh contently.

"yeah. You're the main character in all of my dreams and memories."

[butchcarmy]

hi tuna! i was wondering if you could write something where carmy and reader are at a house party and either one of them is sitting on the roof smoking a joint and the other finds them up and there joins them? thank u in advance <3

YES. I really loved this prompt... so here ya go!

word count: 1.4k

content tags: smoking, substance use, first meetings

Parties like this aren't usually your scene. 

It's not like you can't appreciate it as a bystander—you suppose there's an appeal to music so loud you can't hear your own thoughts. There are certainly some days where you want to lose yourself in a crowd, drunk and careless. Today is not one of those days. 

You can't quite remember how your friend convinced you to come to their party. It'll be fun, they promised, a nice change of pace. It is a nice change of pace, sure. It's different from sitting by yourself at home, but…

Now you're just sitting by yourself at someone else's home, smoking a joint on their porch. 

This is more your pace. You're relaxed into one of your friend's water stained outdoor chairs, feet propped up on a low table. This is about all you can handle today—slow drags of weed and the sound of summer bugs in the trees. The sound of the party lays muffled behind you, sealed by the porch door. 

The noise of the music and dancing inside becomes sharp for a moment as you hear the door opening. You look over your shoulder to see someone you don't recognize hastily stepping out. He seems frazzled, brushing back the brown waves in his face back with his hand. He also seems very…handsome.

“Sorry, didn't know anyone was out here,” is the first thing he says. He has a nice voice, low and smooth. And nervous, you notice. 

“It's cool. It's not like I own the porch.” You shrug, taking another inhale from your sizzling joint. You had hoped that your comment would loosen the tension that'd tied knots all in his face, but it doesn't. He just laughs breathlessly back, short and shaky. “Not a party person?”

“Not really.” He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. That's when you notice the tattoos on his hands, emblazoned across the backs and his knuckles. Pretty. “You?”

“Sometimes. But not today.” That works—you see him visibly relax, even if just a little bit. “My friend invited me—it's their party—but I, I don't know. I guess I thought I'd be up for it, but…” You shrug. “And now I'm here.”

“I see. I get that. Uh—” He pauses, taking a slow hit from his white cigarette. “My coworkers, um, they invited me. I didn't wanna be an asshole, so I came, but…” He sighs. “Yeah. Now I'm here.”

“Tough.” You nod at the empty seat next to you. “Seat's open, if you want it.”

“Thanks.” He takes the seat next to you. This is when you really take notice of his muscles, especially his biceps and pecs wrapped tightly in that white t-shirt of his. A burst of attraction rushes through you.

“Uh—” You should keep talking. Distract yourself from his, uh, everything. “Do you smoke?” He gives you a funny look, eyes glancing towards his cigarette. “Fuck, I mean, do you smoke weed? Sorry, I'm a little high.”

“It's cool.” He's actually smiling now. It's a nice smile. “Yeah, not often, but I do.”

“Well.” You extend your hand towards him, offering him the joint. “You can have some of this if you want. Might help you relax. No pressure, of course.”

“...Actually, yeah. That'd be nice. Thank you.” He takes the joint from you with his other hand. Now he's got a cigarette in one and a joint in another. You both share an amused, knowing look. “You smoke cigs?”

“Sometimes. Here, let's trade.” He hands you his cigarette. “Not that there's anything wrong with dual-wielding. Take one hit off the joint, and then off the cig…”

“Dual-wielding,” he repeats, laughing under his breath. You chuckle, entertained by the thought and his reaction. You don't mean to watch him as he brings the joint up to his lips and pulls, but you do anyway. You're not sure if him smoking a cigarette or a joint looks more attractive. 

“I feel like we should know each other's names now.” You know it sounds a bit forward, but the high's making you brave. You introduce yourself to him. “And your name is?”

“I'm Carmen.” Of course even his name is pretty. “Most people just call me Carmy, though.”

“Carmy.” You can't help your smile. “That's cute. Do you have a preference?”

“Uh—” He looks good with a little bit of pink on his cheeks. “Carmy's fine.”

“Okay, then. Carmy it is.” 

You two develop a rhythm. You trade the joint and cigarette back and forth, inhaling puffs of weed and tobacco back to back. Intimate is not quite the right word to describe it, but you're not sure if there's a better word for it. You definitely feel something of a connection pulling the both of you closer together. You even think that somehow, the space between your seats is shrinking too.

“I used to smoke more weed back in college,” Carmy says. The joint's almost finished by now, and with it, you both become a lot more loose-lipped. He's staring into the distance like he's remembering something. “You ever green out?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.” You laugh to yourself, shaking your head. “Back when I first started smoking—well, I started with edibles.”

“As does everyone.”

“Yeah, and it's stupid. It's way too easy to go overboard with edibles.”

“Seriously. I've only ever had edibles once, and. Well.”

“Ah…It was bad, I take it?”

“Yep.” He laughs quietly, and the infectious sound of it makes you smile. “It was awful. I even threw up.”

“Oh no,” you gasp. “That's how you know it's bad. I've managed to stop myself from throwing up, but I've definitely felt like I was dying a couple times.”

“Oh, of course. As it goes.” You both chuckle. “I thought my tolerance was high enough. It wasn't that many milligrams, but I guess my body hated it.”

“It happens.” The cigarette dies out in your hands, burned right down to the filter. You snub it out on the arm of your chair. “I used to enjoy edibles, but ever since I greened out real bad one time, I just can't do them anymore. They just wreck my shit.”

“Maybe that's for the best.” He puts out the joint too. “Just stick to regular lung damage like the rest of us.”

“Lessons learned, I guess.” You grin. A comfortable pause settles. “...Carmy?”

“Yeah?”

“We've smoked it all. Everything.”

“I have some more cigarettes if you want one.”

“No, no…” You lean forward, propping your elbows on your knees. He instinctively mirrors you, sitting up in his chair. “It's all gone.”

“Oh. Well.” He tilts his head to the side. “What should we do now?”

“We could sit here and suffer. Or…” You rest your chin in the palms of your hands, cradling your face. “I could roll us another joint back at my place.”

“Oh.” Looks like it clicked. His blue eyes are widened with surprise.

“You don't have to,” you say quickly, “really. But I've been having a good time with you, and I…I like you. I think you're cute.” Ordinarily, you wouldn't be this forward, but you swear you feel something here. “Sorry if this is—too much.”

“No, not at all,” he replies, just as quick. “Don't apologize. Please. I just—” He fumbles, making a vague hand gesture. “This has been really, really nice. You're so easy to talk to, and I, I'm not used to that.” He smiles at you, shy and adorable. You're momentarily gripped with something akin to cuteness aggression, but you keep it under wraps. “I…I like you. A lot. I'd love to go to your place.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Okay. Cool. Um…” You feel your insides jumbling all over each other. “Sorry, now I'm getting all flustered.”

“It's okay.” His smile blossoms further, turning into something radiant. “I like it. You're cute.” You make a small noise at that.

“Smooth talker.” You stand up from your seat, and he looks up at you momentarily before following suit. “I'm just down the block. Up for a walk?”

You don't bother telling your friend you're leaving. The two of you chat and laugh all the way to your place, your voices echoing down the quiet road. Turns out your friend was right after all—the party turned out to be very, very fun. 

[acerathia]

The Apple of my Eye - Behind the Scenes

Summary:

While spending the summer at your grandparent’s place, an accident leads to a fateful encounter with Izuku. Yet you reject this first meeting, seeking to craft a proper first impression. Yes, but what happened behind the scenes of the making of this piece?

Pairing:

Midoriya Izuku / Reader (in the OG)

Wordcount: 2.9k

Read it on AO3 / The Apple of my Eye (OG)

Note:

I just thought it might be fun to write some outtakes and compile the scenes, which didn't make the final cut to the fic, enjoy <3 (also, would be so cool if u checked the OG fic lol)

Outtakes

“Ow, are these apples real?” his voice sounds and you look down at him, a pained expression on his face.

“Oh, no, did I actually hit you?” you clamper down, a giggle evident in your voice.

He supports you as you take a small leap onto the ground. “I thought it was supposed to? I just thought the apples weren’t real…” he answers, his hand rubbing against the tender spot.

You laugh as you carefully pat his hand on that spot. “Izuku, of course it’s going to be a real apple, this is a real tree. Why else would we be doing this outside?”

He simply shrugs with a small pout.

“C’mon, we gotta start over,” you pat his cheek softly, an encouraging smile on your lips, before you look into his eyes and press your lips together to avoid bursting into laughter again.

He puts his tongue out to you, before he begins walking away.

***

“Great take! The choking looked really good, we can move onto the next scene,” you hear the director as you croak one last cough.

“Thanks, but I actually choked,” you mumble, making eye contact with Izuku before bursting into laughter together.

While you both are recovering, still giggling here and there, an assistant hands you some water and asks you if you’re good.

“Yeah, I’m good. At least the realism of this scene cannot be refuted,” you grin as you sip from your water. “Izuku actually noticed and immediately switched up on me.”

“Hey, I was worried for you, but sure, make fun of the poor hero,” he grumbles, but there is a wobble in his voice that betrays his amusement.

Your grin only widens. “I mean, your acting is weak as it is, the realistic situation seemed to help, didn't it?”

He gapes at you, bumping his shoulder into yours. “Now you’re kicking a man already onto the ground.”

You take another sip of water and shove him with a giggle.

***

“Cut!”

You take a deep breath. “Fucking hell, Izuku, you’re going to kill me,” you whine and throw your head back.

“So, you think I should change my hairstyle?

“Shut up!”

***

“Look! It’s beautiful up there, I took pictures!” you wave your phone the moment you step out of the wheel.

“Aren’t you supposed to come out all sad?”

“Oh, fu–”

Deleted Scenes

“Hello! Should we go in?”, he asked and held the door open.

You nodded and went inside, asking him what kind of smoothie he’d like. With his preferred beverage, you went to the cashier to order your drinks, while he found you a place to sit outside. You thought you were going to sit inside, but maybe he noticed you enjoying the weather. You had to giggle at his thoughtfulness.

After the drinks were ready, you grabbed them and went looking for him. He was already sitting under a parasol, waving at you to get your attention. You immediately joined him, putting the drinks on the table before sitting down.

“Here we go. I’m glad you could make it.”, you said with a slight smile, trying not to get distracted by his brilliant and dazzling eyes and smile. It was difficult, especially considering that you didn’t meet since that event, but rather texted. You felt quite shy, almost like he was another person.

“Yeah, me too. To be honest I was quite nervous.”, he answered with a shy giggle, rubbing his neck and you had to control yourself not to squeal.

After some exchanged words you both started talking like you had been acquainted for some time. Even if you technically knew each other, it was different to talk in person. You noticed so many quirks about him, which made you like him more, not that you were ever going to tell him anyway. But you enjoyed his explanations, his analysis of whatever topic he started talking about. You just liked to listen to him being excited about his favorite things and you decided to do some research about the topics, making mental notes. And you couldn’t help but like the way he moved his scarred, calloused hands, almost like they were helping him with his explanations. Sometimes you would also tlak about your interests, and he always listened, never interrupted, even if he had something to say. Exchanging these topics you began to discuss different things at such a depth, you never had the same possibility with anyone else. He seemed to hold so much knowledge and you admired that a lot. He even knew about your major in university, almost as good as you did.

While enjoying this talk, you couldn’t help but feel guilty about the first time you saw him. The accident about the apple. You had the urge to tell him about your involvement, before you both got too deep into this. And with that before you got too deep into this between you. You could escape a crush, but even a tiny step more towards love? You would be heartbroken for the rest of your life.

So you took a deep breath. “Midoriya-kun, I need to tell you something… I’ve met you before that event at the stall… Even if it wasn’t really… meeting, more like… Uh… The day before, didn’t an apple fall onto your head?”, you stuttered, not having planned this at all. You then continued speaking when he slowly nodded, a furrow appearing between his eyebrows. His bottom lip slightly jutting out and you erred for a moment, getting distracted.

You shook your head to get yourself out of your daze. “Yes! Uhm, that was me… Sorry! I didn’t see you and… and just let the apple fall… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”, you apologized, bowing your head. “And… and I didn’t tell you earlier, because I- uh, I wanted you to like me, is that weird?”

A breath escaped you and you stared at the table in front of you. At least he could get mad and it was over, before you completely lost yourself. But he didn’t raise his voice or leave, no, rather he started giggling.

“Hm, I knew it was you. I looked up, you weren’t hidden that well. And, well, I approached you the day after with purpose too, so I guess we’re even?”, he smiled and cocked his head.

Your head snapped up and you looked at him, mouth opening and closing, before deciding on a ‘what?’.

“You were interesting, and I wanted to get to know you”, he shrugged and leaned back, his giggles directed at your shocked face.

You leaned forward and slapped his arm slightly. “That’s so mean! Do you know how much I thought about that?”, you pouted while softly slapping him over and over again.

He just gave you a broad grin and took your hand into his. “Yeah? You already paid for that smoothie. How about I compensate you? Join me for the summer festival.”

His suggestion felt like a punch to the face, to the gut, a punch in general. He was a boxer and you were nothing but that training equipment he regularly beat. And for some reason you didn’t mind, as long as he gave you that brilliant, beautiful smile, you would agree with anything he said. So you nodded, feeling his thumb rubbing against your skin.

And suddenly the warmth was gone and he was clapping his hands together. “Awesome!”

After that he acted like he didn’t just manipulate you into agreeing (who were you kidding, you would have agreed even if he hated you guts). You both deviated into other topics, finishing your drinks. And even if your glasses were finished, you both remained at your seats, increasing the word count with every minute.

You both only noticed the time passing when the shopkeeper had to remind you of their closing time in fifteen minutes. You both immediately apologized, leaving the table and bringing the glasses back to the front desk.

Looking at the time you decided to go home, not wanting to say goodbye but having to. It seemed like he didn’t want the day to be over just yet, as he suggested walking you home. It was getting dark and there were no lamps on the streets, couldn’t have you walking on your own. And you agreed, excited to talk to him some more.

And maybe you took the long way back and maybe he knew, and maybe you both walked as slow as possible, but none of you spoke about it and none of you cared. So you let the evening welcome the night and before you knew it, you were looking at the clear sky with him at your side. He seemed to know a lot about constellations too, so he started showing them to you, sometimes stepping closer to make it more accurate. And you liked his warmth by your side and the brushes of your hands, and your heart was beating inside you, you were afraid he could hear it, if he stepped any closer.

You almost cursed the moment the cottage came into your sight, but you reminded yourself to maybe ask him on any star seeing soon. After your date at the summer festival maybe. You thought he would like that. Maybe. And maybe you were thinking too much and getting too much into it.

You bid him goodbye, wanting to hug him, but realizing that you both weren’t at that stage yet. So you just waved and waited until the night swallowed him to go inside.

***

And despite your attempts of avoiding villains and fights, it seemed like such situations were a normal occurrence, and unavoidable. You cursed your company and their choices. But with every fight you learned more about this hero-culture, and it resembled the celebrity culture in the early 21st century in the US. With polls, merch and websites. You even stumbled across fanfiction, and you had to admit, these were quite enjoyable.

You also discovered who that Deku was. The current number one hero. Which was weird, because every time you encountered him when in crossfire, he seemed to fumble a lot. Were all heroes like this? You had wondered. But no, the other heroes seemed more confident, one even yelled at you. Despite your lack in the language, you could recognize the signs of curses, and you were about to deck him, but you weren’t there on vacation. If you were, he would at least have a bruise somewhere before they could put you in a police car. But alas, you needed to keep the company image intact.

So you minded your own business. Or at least you tried to. This place seemed to hate you, because how else were you supposed to explain your current situation?

You just were craving some kind of chocolate, and decided to leave the house to go to the next convenience store. And you found the exact stuff you needed to settle in front of your laptop with a good movie, and maybe you bought more than just chocolate, but nobody had to know. And you were so excited for your relaxed night, you didn’t notice the people sneaking up behind you, or they used some kind of quirk, you weren’t quite sure. The thing was, you fainted, for some reason, effectively losing your food to the harsh ground. And you only realized your loss after you woke up in a dark space, tied to a chair. You immediately cursed through the tissue inside of your mouth. You spent money on your food, and now the rats were having a feast. Were there any rats in this place? You weren’t sure, but someone else was enjoying your food, and you disliked the thought.

You started thrashing, trying to get whoever did this to you to notice you. And a person with some weird mask approached you, and assuming you did get kidnapped, he probably was a villain. He started talking to you, monologuing like an old school villain. How many movies do these people watch? This was getting ridiculous. After he finished, he pulled the knot out of your mouth, expecting some kind of coherent answer, something like ‘you won’t get away with this’ or ‘a hero will help me’. But you didn’t know what exactly he said in the first place, so you opened your mouth. And started to talk incoherently, just blurting all of your thoughts out, in every possible language you knew. And he didn’t seem to know any of them.

“No! Why… My food… I’m so hungry! Did I leave the stove on? Do I have a stove? I don’t remember… Uhhh, the company is at fault, shoulda gotten myself any kind of insurance, this sucks…”, you just said, and you didn’t stop talking, until he put the tissue back into your mouth, trying to choke your voice out, but you continued talking, or just making random noises, just to mess with him.

You started to think he was regretting this, and you hoped he would just let you go, when he left the room again. You got silent the moment the door closed behind him. There was no reason for you to look around and look for any possible exits, your joints were practically glued to the chair and you doubted you could free yourself without breaking some bones. And that would make you incapable of running. So the ideal case would be a hero arriving, the less ideal case would be you tricking him, in any possible way. And honestly, you wanted to avoid that, because if captured, it could mean a worse experience in this place.

And annoying him might just work well enough. But apparently not good enough, as he came back and began to build something in front of you, some kind of tripod and a camera- oh. He was holding you hostage, but you didn’t even know for what or why. There was no reason for anyone to hold you hostage, unless they were from another pharma company, but they shouldn’t even be aware of the current negotiations. You really hoped it wasn’t due to your carelessness, because the company will blame you and not help you in any case. Which sucked. But you had no other choice but to pull through. Somebody would do anything, at least your country, because you were a citizen.

Still didn’t make the situation better, especially when he turned the camera on and grabbed your head to pull it up, for some reason. You already were looking straight up, but you supposed he wanted some kind of power feeling or whatever.

He was monologuing again, this time into the camera. You just rolled your eyes and leaned back into your chair, staring at the ceiling and zoning out. How many times had you been kidnapped already? Too many times for sure, but usually it was connected to your work and usually the kidnapper was the concurrence, not some kind of villain.

He didn’t like the outcome or your reaction, why else would he punch your face? You bit on your tongue and you wanted to spit onto his shoes, but he still had you gagged. So you just gave him a disappointed stare, and he just went and turned the camera off. Maybe he was beginning to realize that you didn’t understand him, because he didn’t even address you anymore. He just left.

You were alone in a dimmed room. There was nothing for you to do but to make up some scenarios in your head, these fanfictions you read really influenced you. You would love to sleep, but you would rather not get a kink in your neck. That would be really uncomfortable when you would start working later on. Even if it would probably take awhile for someone to actually get you.

Or so you thought. Because it probably only took a couple of hours for someone to sneak through the door. You had to blink a couple of times, because the number one hero was in front of you, and it was ridiculous, it was nothing but a kidnapping, they didn’t have to get someone like him involved. Unless the company demanded that, maybe they did. Well, no matter how it happened, he was releasing you from the ropes. You rubbed your joints to get some circulation back and immediately walked to the door, telling the hero you were ready to go. He probably hadn’t expected anyone to adjust like that, but time wasn’t on your side and you would rather be gone before the villain notices.

Outtakes of deleted scenes

“Yes! Uhm, that was me… Sorry! I didn’t see you and… and just let the apple fall… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “That’s a lie, you saw me! And you didn’t tell me it was a real apple!” he raises his voice with accusation.

“I cannot believe you would blame me for your own incompetence! Who would go to an apple tree and NOT expect real apples?” you counter immediately.

For a moment you both just glare at each other before bursting into laughter.

“Why did you go off script?” you ask with a sigh, yet the corners of your lips still wobble dangerously.

“I need to tell the truth, everyone needs to know what kind of person you are!”

***

“No! Why… My food… I’m so hungry! Did I leave the stove on? Do I have a stove? I don’t remember–,” you burst out laughing before you could finish your little monologue. “Sorry! Sorry! Why am I talking about stoves in the first place?”

The person in front of you doubles over and you can hear laughter from their direction too.

“I am hungry though, can someone feed me? I’m kind of in a situation right now, you know?”

You grin as more laughter sounds, looking around with expectation in your eyes.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 8, Part 4: "Let The Games Begin", the part where Lorelai says that if Jess was trapped inside her burning house she would save her shoes first

Lorelai Gilmore, you are no Jack Pearson. I won't complete that thought, even though I'm feeling nice and mean and I totally should.

Scene: Lorelai and Rory are discussing the upcoming road trip to New Haven with the Gilmore Grands. Rory forgot to pack. Lorelai goes into panic mode. Rory questions why she needs to pack her entire closet for a short road trip. Lorelai recounts a family vacation story from her childhood that would be best unpacked in a lengthy therapy session, frets that her mother will lecture them for under-packing, starts rummaging through Rory's dresser. Rory catches Lorelai making a double entendre about a meaty taco and declares it was dirty. The show makes another dig at New Haven after Lorelai brings home a pamphlet about Exciting Things to Do In New Haven but it's only a few pages long.

You sound surprised, as if ya'll aren't wearing heavy coats and long sleeves in the spring and summer. I swear there's something in the drinking water affecting everyone's thyroids in this town, they can't regulate their body temperatures.

Could anyone tell I'm stalling here? Classic Salty.

Rory: Mom, stop rummaging through my shit. Awwwe. Even Evil Villains like Lorelai Gilmore get the blues. I'm surprised she decided to go on this road trip to Yale instead of sending Rory off alone with the Grands, that way she'd have the house and Dean Forrester to herself the entire day. Since Dean's sexual stamina only extends to 1-2 minutes, they could have had sex hundreds of times in a day.

Two quips that sprang to mind (couldn't decided which one was better): The only words Lorelai is thinking about right now are "Dean" and "Shower". Lorelai thinks Jess removed Rory's bracelet while they're in the shower together? Jess could only hope.

Excuse me for a moment... *deep inhale*

I went into the Tumblr gifs library and looked up "peaceful". Here is a nice, presumably not-evil, Peaceful Bunny.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, and steal Quarters on a String, he steals said QOAS by forcibly ripping them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies.

Nice try. You think you're so slick, but you're not, Slick Gilly.

You all don't understand the effort it takes for me to break down a scene like this without taking the cowards way out and simply rage quitting (which I have done before). I have to come up with multiple lines of witty, cutting commentary about what is unfolding before me, when all I want to do is KEYBORD SMASH. SO, YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL!! ITS A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT! BALD EAGLE BASEBALL APPLE PIE! (Deep inhale) sagfshafgahfgasvxzcywtryqwuhajlkansjbkfagsfyafvabsfvsdgr2347527q2y4q#&$T%#^%^#*U@(%)&@tGSHFBSHFSVAGFSFS FUCKYOULORELAIGILMORE#^&#^%&#^WGHFSHGAS@$%@^@

Thank for reminding the audience the reason why Lorelai thinks Jess should, ya know, die painfully and slowly. He was mouthy once. (the Netflix captions borked the line; Rory also said "and wrecked my car", but as if that makes Lorelai's treatment of Future Nephew any more justifable).

I am told that in a later season, Lorelai bemoans the fact that unlike Dean, Jess never offered to change her water bottle for her. NOW WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? YOU'RE ABOUT TO WISH HIM A FIREY DEATH. AND WHEN HE WAS (FORCIBLY) APPOINTED TO CLEAN YOUR GUTTERS YOU DIDN'T WANT HIS HELP..

Lorelai practically moans this, lol. We know "Change the water bottle" can mean two very different things. You ain't so slick, Slick Gilly.

Welcome to Gaslighting and Emotional Manipulation Theater! See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you accusing Jess of being a thief, it was called Lost and Found and it took me four frigging centuries to finish, I'm quite sure I have concrete evidence that you have accused him of stealing things. I am Jess Mariano's defense attorney and I will see you in court. Bring Rory too, she should also start getting used to what a court room looks like.

Rory, honey. Sweetie. Sugar bear. It's best you don't wish for a crystal ball. Just strap in to the rollercoaster that is dating Jess Mariano while living with your mother, and pray.

See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you not letting Jess enter your house, it was called Swan Song and it will take me four frigging centuries to rewatch it.

This "Jess talks in grunts" shtick is getting old and moldy.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, steal Quarters on a String, and steal said QOAS by forcibly ripipng them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies, but he's also an arsonist, and not only is he an arsonist, he's such a bad one that he'll apparently be killed by his handiwork? (he also can't be trusted to clean gutters). He was probably trying to off himself instead of live in Stars Hollow for another minute. Can we recall another time Rory tried to play this same grim hypothetical with her mom? Does Rory, like Jess, also have some kind of firey death wish? I mean, who can blame either of them. *twinkly flashback music to early season 2*

I notice Pigtails didn't say "my daughter" this time, either. Sorry Rory. Maybe try playing a third time until she answers with "Some form of human life." Lorelai lies to Rory's face that she "promised you before and am promising you again that I will cut "this kid" some slack." Alright, I ran through my 30 screen shots, let's stuff this scene in a sack and throw it into the lake with Shane and her swan family.

Rory: "You're just waiting for the day I break up with Jess." Lorelai The Villain: "Did I like Dean? Yes. Did I worry less when you were with dean? Yes! I never expected you to be with Dean forever. I don't expect you to be with Jess forever." What a pile of rancid baloney. Maybe he won't be with Rory forever, but 13 years later Jess becomes her nephew and will be a part of her family forever and I will never, ever, ever stop loving that. What JUSTICE.

When I hit my lowest of low valleys listening to this wretched woman spew her many lies and Gilly-Nonsense, It's often the only thing that makes me smile.

[rubyarerosies]

Shinjuku Gyeon

suna rintarou x f!reader

Shinjuku Gyeon looked glorious through your eyes, Suna only knows because you’ve been gawking tremendously, a subtle glow to your eyes shows him enough already. He questioned if there were stars in them from how infatuated you were.

People roam the parks regularly, he wonders if it’s a popular spot for spontaneous situations to occur. Would it be too cliche for you?

The pavilion sits across from where you both stand. Suna admires it quietly, and so do you. The park is where you visit frequently, but it still feels like treasure when you roam around. Everything is like gold in your eyes, you couldn’t tell if it were the serene display or because it was the place in which you met Suna.

You would pick the latter, because having known this place holds the beginning of a lovable journey for you, just makes it a whole lot more special.

Suna was intrigued by the current scene; a frantic girl who had just stepped on a plant, her worry entertaining him through his break. It was appalling at how upset you were over a simple plant, it looked to frail and small to flourish, so why was it a big deal?

He must have been too deep in thought about the situation that he didn’t recall hearing you first plea out to him, “hey! do u mind?”

You finger raised at the water bottle in his hand, a look of anticipation on your face. You must really feel guilty.

“It’s just a plant,” he retorts, “the rain will give it some water,”

To add more fire to the burning disdain in your chest, he popped the cap and drank a large amount mockingly. In addition, his sigh of relief made it worse.

“It’s summer,”

“Still a possibility,”

“Fucking annoying,” you sighed quietly.

“I heard that,” his eyebrow raises, “so mean to a person, but so sweet to a plant,”

“I said nothing,” you retorted, turning your head away, ignoring his disbelieving scoff, “just finish the water so I can fill the bottle up,”

So confidently demanding, he wonders if you were an empress in your past life. As he thought about that, he allowed himself to really inspect you. He confirmed himself that you definitely had the beauty for it, he can’t lie. And the attitude fits; therefore case closed.

He huffed out a breath, if you listened close enough, you would have probably heard a small chuckle leave alongside it.

Without further insisting, he passed your the bottle, letting you use the remainder, “for your friend,”

You let the sarcasm slip through your mind, celebrating internally that the plant had some hope of a future. As if you had just won a significant prize, you cheerily smiled (as if he didn’t intentionally try and mock your distress) “thanks,”

Suna didn’t know if that were his cue to leave or not, but his curiosity (once again) made him stay. You bent down a bit, and so he awkwardly looked away, finding the trees more interesting. The cherry blossoms were indeed interesting.

“Ok,” he heard you say, he turned around, taking a look at you smile. It showed him a light of achievement, you truly believed that water and hope would fulfill your wish of this plant growing the next time you see it, “thanks for the bottle, dude,”

“No problem,” the atmosphere continued in an awkward silent, both of you staring intently at the plant you both had just aided (well, majority of it being you, he just gave you water. still a plus in his book)

You had high hopes; the plant would sprout and show a beautiful flower, and you will bask in the nature of being its savior.

Suna just felt like his water went to waste. But you seemed very adamant that it didn’t, “you sure it will grow?”

He was met with a hum of knowing.

“Well then,” he uttered, “I’ll see you here next week to see, if it’s still lanky-looking, you owe me 5,”

Without an answer, he left. He smiled to himself, a trophy for his courage, he isn’t one to be bold, but it seemed like you couldn’t care if it was. His smile grew as he heard your words of challenging.

Once it was seen that he wouldn’t turn back, you looked at the plant once more, hands on hips as a way of showing authority over it, “you better grow.”

To the countless other people, they would see the growing plant as another decorator for this park. A simple plant that’s blossomed beautifully. However, you see it as a symbol of your relationship.

A small plant in which grew into a strong and healthy stem. Much like your relationship. As the plant grew, so did your relationship.

You both continued to meet up, cautiously watching how the plant grew (he ended up paying the 5 dollars) Once the plant had looked stabled enough to prosper more, Suna finally asked you out.

It’s end shows a flourished flower, you expect it to symbolize another stage of your relationship with Suna. You’re just hoping it’s not a child, not yet.

Suna was a few steps back, having taken the opportunity to take a video of you both during a sentimental moment.

You were smiling down at the plant as he continued to approach you slowly.

“Shinjuku Gyeon, national garden,” Suna turned the camera around to the show the vibrant nature of the cherry blossom trees. There were many trees which blocked the sky, adding a pink hue beneath its leaves.

He believed you looked outstanding in this eye-sore-of-a-scene. The tree and it’s flowers, path and it’s decorated surface, or the pond and it’s treasures beneath it never catches his eye. In this moment, Suna could only see you as you waved him over, exclaiming your excitement over the flower which started his journey with you.

The camera captured your ecstatic-self, “I’m proposing to you after this,”

His soft voice was accompanied by a smile behind the camera, the nerves in him escaping briefly as he matched your excitement at the thought of calling you his ‘fiancé’ alluded his mind.

“3 years and I finally have the courage to do so,” he scoffed at himself, “Hope you say yes, if not, it’s ok, I can wait til’ you eventually say it,”

“Hurry up you idiot!” He chucked at your random fit of annoyance, but he resumed calmly.

“Today’s a big day baby,” he whispered, “I love you,”

+

He posted the vid after you said yes. To his surprise, you cried more after seeing it. “No wonder you took your fucking time,”

“Don’t be mean, I’m your fiancée now,”

“You decided to put a ring on it,”

“And you decided to say yes,”

replies:

m_atsumu: CONGRATS YOU LOSER WOOP WOOP @ y/n goodluck w him 👍#bachelorswhen???

s_rintarou: gfys ur not invited

k_shinsuke: congratulations Rintarou and @ y/n! take care of yourselves

s_rintarou: thanks cap

m_osamu: took ur fucking time @ y/n he’s been planning this since ur first year anniversary

@ y/n: 😨

s_rintarou: no comment cause the missus is already crying at this

[sweaterkittensahoy]

hellooo mota prompt if this floats your boat:

demarco/macon practically together in every scene in the stalag is very much thought provoking, maybe some postwar getting together? I firmly believe benny was Enamored by macon!! benny swinging by macons base/flight school to introduce meatball after months of back and forth letters is suchh an image.

if this doesnt spark anything for you thats completely alright too, i love your prompt fics and vibrating with the thought of reading your rosielemmons!!

[Oh, I got thoughts right away! Love this idea! NOTE: Oh, this one got away from me.]

WESTERN UNION TELEGRAPH COMPANY

RECIEVED AT Birmingham, AL

Via CHICAGO, IL

R: Leaving Noon. Chicago. Stopping just in KY for the night. Back on road 6AM tmw. C U in the afternoon. - BD&M

Richard reads the telegram twice, just because he can. It's just after two o'clock now, the humidity really digging into the air. He'd mentioned it to Benny a few letters ago, warning him to make sure Meatball had extra water for the trip.

It feels odd that it's finally happening. After months of letters and cards, Benny's coming to Alabama to see him. To see the flight school he's setting up. To meet Richard's family and friends.

Like that's something a white boy does.

Richard puts the telegram on his desk and walks outside, looking up at the sky. He thinks about the Stalag more than he'd like, but this time, it's on purpose. Strange way to make a friend, bunking together at a prison camp. But they are friends. Richard's sure about that.

He thinks about Benny's smile and his laugh. The way his handwriting gets messy when he writes a funny story. Richard turns his gaze to the hanger he's nearly finished building. There are two planes in there, a third on the way. It's due to get delivered while Benny is here. They'd planned the trip on it.

...I'm happy to help with whatever you need while I'm there. I haven't flown a Cessna since training, so maybe don't put me in the pilot's seat, but I'd love to see a plane get delivered. You'd think they'd fly it in, but I guess a truck delivery makes a little more sense. Guy's gotta get back home somehow...

*

Benny pulls up to the little house by the airfield at four o'clock the next day. All the windows of his car are down. Meatball's got his head out of one of them, panting like all get out.

Richard steps out the front door and waves hello, then walks towards Benny, hand out to shake.

Benny's handshake is as firm as Richard remembers. His smile is brighter, but they're not worn out at a camp anymore. They're men who survived and came home. Who wrote each other the first letter on the same day by accident.

Richard's not one for signs, but he holds that fact close to his heart. That they wrote each other that first letter on the same day, neither of them truly doing it first. The friendship they'd built in the Stalag had simply done the work when it was time.

"Look at you!" Benny says. He grabs Richard's shoulders and squeezes. "You look like you get three meals a day!"

"Sure do," Richard replies. "You're about as skinny as ever."

Benny grins. "My ma's trying her best, but I've always had a hollow leg, you know?" He turns and opens the back door of the car. Meatball jumps out, sniffs, and immediately pees on the driveway.

"Is that approval or disapproval?" Richard asks.

"Think it's just urine," Benny replies.

And it's Richard's turn to grin. Meatball walks over and sniffs his hand, and Richard pets him. "Never actually seen one of these in person before," Richard says to Benny. "Huskies don't do great down here."

Benny wipes his hand across his temple where sweat is beading. "Yeah, I can tell. Chicago gets warm in the summer, but we get the lake breeze."

"Well, come on inside. It's a little cooler."

Benny grabs his suitcase from the trunk, then lets Richard lead the way into the house. Meatball walks next to Benny, snuffling every inch of yard he can.

Benny sighs in relief when he steps into the house. "Oh, yeah, this feels much better."

"Built it to let the heat out in the summers," Richard says.

"Those plans you sent me don't do it justice," Benny replies, looking around in the living room. "But I think I remember where everything's supposed to be. He points to the door at the left. "That's the dining room."

"It is."

He points right, "And that's the hallway with two bedrooms."

"Yes."

"And on the back, you've got the kitchen on the left, and your office on the right, with the bathroom tucked in between."

"Yup."

"Did you paint the bathroom blue like you planned?"

"Find out," Richard says, gesturing that way.

Benny walks that way, and Richard watches him move. He bounces on his toes a little. He didn't do that at the camp. Richard likes it.

He likes a lot of things about Benny.

He sometimes thinks Benny likes a lot of things about him.

But they've only had letters since the camp, and some things a man does not write down without surety.

"It is blue!" Benny calls from the bathroom. Richard listens to him walk towards the kitchen, then turn and walk to the office. "Oh, this turned out real fine," he hollers. "Those bookshelves are beautiful. You hand-carve the curve?"

"Yes, I did," Richard says. He walks into the office himself. Benny's looking at the built-in shelves with a smile, leaning in to read a few book titles. Meatball comes in, sniffs a leather chair, then climbs up and lies down.

"Meat--"

"He's okay," Richard says. "I don't mind dogs on the furniture."

"My sister doesn't let him in her house anymore. He shed all over the baby."

Richard laughs, picturing it. "Bet the baby loved it."

"He was climbing all over him. Meatball was delighted."

"Must have been a little rough for him, going from a whole base full of people giving him love to just you."

Benny's face changes, his smile turning smaller, but not in a bad way. More like he's having a private thought he likes a lot. "It's not so bad," he says. "Sometimes, you just need one person to love you the right way, you know?"

Richard swallows hard, nodding. He thinks about his first few days at the camp, the pain from his broken neck, and the frustration and rage about being a prisoner. Locked in a bunkroom with a bunch of white boys he didn't know and couldn't bring himself to trust.

And then when he'd been struggling to sit up one day, Benny had leaned over from the next bunk and held out his arm. Richard had stared, waiting for him to say something, but Benny had just sat there, arm out. The offer plain as day.

Richard had grabbed his arm and managed to sit up.

"We don't have much for pain around here," Benny had said once Richard had breathed through the spike of agony in his neck. "But I could make a fire, if you wanted. Heat some water. Get something warm on your neck."

Alex and Robert aren't there to help. They'd gone with a few of the other men to learn where to scrounge up supplies. Richard considers his options, then nods.

"Something warm might help," he'd said.

And that had been the start of it. Benny made a fire and warmed up some water and soaked some rags. He'd laid them over Richard's neck and sat next to him, asking him about himself like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Where you from?" Richard had asked.

"Chicago," Benny had replied.

"You know any black people there?"

Benny had thought a moment. "My neighborhood's mostly Italian and Jewish," he'd said. "But I talked a little with a couple of fellas at work."

The answer had felt honest, and Richard had liked it. "Yeah, don't know a lot of white boys myself. Are Italians white in Chicago?"

Benny had laughed. "Mostly, I think," he'd said, and then he'd gotten up to get another cloth out of the water.

Richard looks at Benny, looking at his books in his office. Remembering the layout of the house in a way that tells Richard he's re-read his letters.

Richard's re-read Benny's letters, too.

"You got anyone loving you the right way these days?" Richard asks.

Benny bites the corner of his mouth. "Maybe," he says. He shuffles his feet and takes a step forward. "I, um, I wrote you a letter yesterday. Before I left Chicago."

"What's it say?" Richard asks.

"Nothing much," Benny replies. "But it didn't feel right to miss a week, you know?"

Richard takes a deep breath and a step forward. "I know," he says. "I usually write you on Wednesdays."

"Yeah, I've noticed." Benny leans against the bookshelf and looks up at Richard. His face is different than in the camp, more filled out. He's still skinny, but there's a glow of health to him now. They're doing all right, the both of them, Richard thinks.

"Richard."

"Yeah?"

"You wanna be loved by just one person in particular?"

Richard thinks of Benny making that fire. Warming up those rags. Thinks of Benny telling him terrible jokes and asking him about books and chemistry. Telling Richard about his family and asking about his. Playing cards side-by-side, where they cheated by showing each other their hands. Walking side-by-side during that whole long march, Benny checking every now and again that Richard was doing okay.

And then letters. Letters upon letters. All the devotion and care Benny had shown before shining through in a different way. Richard had read them in disbelief at first. Devotion and care like this, in this world. From a white boy.

"You got anyone in mind?" Richard asks.

Benny takes one more step forward, and Richard dips his head down. Benny touches right where his neck used to hurt the most, and Richard holds his wrist, and the kiss is just a little thing. Brief and a bit dry. But it's a promise. An agreement. A start.

*

Richard:

Just a quick note this week. I'm about to get Meatball loaded into the car and start driving. With a little luck, I'll beat this letter to Birmingham. Won't beat the telegram I'm sending, though. But it didn't feel right to go a Saturday without a note.

I'm writing this down so I don't chicken out: Ask me if I'm seeing anybody, will you?

Yours,

Benny

[xxkallmekatxx]

INTRODUCKTION

hiii u can kall me kat!1!!

i am 13yrs,

lesbian!1!1!

likes:

fashion, nso, cosplay, soso happy, knee high converse, coca cola, monster energy, raccoontail hair, + tons of other stuff

i also like chunky glasses like these:

dislikes:

homophobia, transphobia, ableism, sexism, water, skool, i don’t really have anything else tbh

i haven’t been diagnosed with anything but i do believe i have autism, i have been researching it for a long time but i don’t really like bringing up it because i’m not diagnosed with it but for what it’s worth even when i didn’t bring it up my counsellor brought up the topic of autism and said she thinks i have it and rang my mum abt it. i don’t know whether or not i’d be comfortable getting diagnosed with it due to the fact my mum says people with autism are spastics and i’m nothing like them because her friend has an autistic son and i was never like him, though today she brought it up and said that i might be autistic since she doesn’t know all the symptoms.

my current hyperfixations/special interests are needy streamer overload, fashion, butterfly soup and the brand soso happy, i really want every single soso happy item but it’s hard when it’s not sold anywhere and the only way that u can get it is by buying it from depop for £600, another thing is that i have a needy streamer overload figurine on the way but i originally had 3 on the way but the business i got 2 of them from liquidised which means that my preorders basically don’t exist anymore and i’m never getting them and i cried for 5hrs straight before falling asleep and waking up with my eyes all puffy js to cry all day again and again for hours on end because i really needed those i had been looking forward to them and even told my counsellor so excited abt them!!1!1!1!1

anyway does anyone have any scene/emo clothes that they found for under £10 on like aliexpress or something, i have no clothes besides my uniform and cosplays because i have been obsessed with cosplay since i was 8 and never bought anything other than cosplay so my mum wants to buy me like £100 or £200 worth of clothes on aliexpress because i need clothes for summer </3

anyway soso happy dump!!!

[haolovre]

——stuck with u——

non idol! minghao x fem! reader

!!warning: this is the first time im writing on a platform so bare with me and hope its not cringe:)!!

|| fluff || words: 1k

ur roommate, junhui has this friend what seems to caught ur attention, minghao. one day junhui invites all of his friends over. but then-

I. too early for this madness?

“Y/NNN!!” he screamed as he barged in ur room. he floped on top of u as u were trying to sleep. “what do you want?” in an annoying tone as u still wanted to sleep. “mah friends are coming over in 5 minutes” this was the third time this week that jun’s friends were coming over. and today is wednesday… yes they came everyday-. you throw ur pillow at jun. “whywhywhy can’t u just go to there houses?” u said still wanted to sleep “because they want to see u” he pouted “i swear they like u more then me” you signed “finefine just don’t let them in my room when there her-“ as u get cut off by the doorbell. jun was sprinting to the door (how the hell didnt he fell idk) as u get up closes the door to get ready. as you thought jun bumped into something u were so wrong it was soonyoung and this actives ass running through the whole house from whatever was chasing him (i think it was seungkwam but idk man) u opened the door. and u shut it again. why? because soonyoung and seungkwam were wrestling on the carpet. dino just became jeonghan’s chair (even tho there were seats left) jun and minghao hyping up the fight. jihoon and hansol are just standing there dont know what to do. cheol trying to break the fight but kinda struggling as he’s laughing his as off. the rest were just laughing there asses off. yep ur asking urself how the hell does they have so much energy AT 9 AM.. well then u opened ur door again not looking at the scene in the living room. U make urself some breakfast (idk what u guys want just think its ur dream breakfast) as the situation calms down u sit down and have ur breakfast. u and hansol had a conversation about the fight what just happend. then poof everyones is at the dinner table arguing about what they want to do today (i swear they argue about everythingㅜㅜ) u guys settle with going to beach as it was a hot summer day. cheol was paying for everything as he wanted to keep everyone happy ( tank u sugar daddy cheol <3 we luv u) as ur getting ready going to the beach. someone ‘knocks’ on the door. u were surprised by who it was. what u saw was minghao on the ground. as he knocked on ur door but u didnt respond and he didnt had time to meditate he just got impatient and tried to knock down the door but then u opend the door so yehㅜㅜ “u oke?” as you thought he would be “yeah im fine” “jun said were going so hurry ur ass up” he smiled. u grabbed ur bag and followed minghao to the living room where everyone was waiting for u. seungkwam ran too u. “ i was so worried i heard a crash, u didnt get hurt right?” “nono im fine ask minghao about the fall” as u smiled to minghao, who was embarrassed. “aww thank god ur oke” as seungkwam was smiling like a mother. “alright lets go then!!” obviously mingyu coudnt wait to go to the beach. the cars were Divided as : cheol, minghao,jeonghan were driving seungkwam , y/n and soonyoung as dj, seungkwam mingyu, hansol, dokyeon were in cheol’s car. y/n,jihoon wonwoo were in minghaos car. and soonyoung, chan, jun were in jeonghans car. after a bumpy car trip of 20 minutes. u all arrived at the beach. I swear mingyu was in the water within 20 seconds and wonwoo and hansol were following him. as u see everyone in the water except one person. u didnt see minghao. but u swore u saw him going into the wate-. splash.. u turned and saw minghao with a bucket. with the shock u had u wristlet him to the grond. u on top of him. u swore u could have killed him if you could. after a bit u guys were tired and just layed in the sand lookin at the others.

II. unexpected.

as u and minghao discussed to go to the water dokyeom ask u guys to join volleyball. u guys went to the court. u were on joshua, mingyu,seungkwam,vernon,wonwoo and jeonghan. the rest were on the other team. u guys played for two hours. and ur team won!! (yes seungkwam carried) u and cheol decided to get icecream and fruit for everyone. cheol paid for everything (as he said that earlier) u guys came back too see soonyoung and Seungkwam discussing about the volleyball game. u guys gave everyone fruit and icecream as everyone looked dehydrated from the whole game. u caught someone looking at u, minghao. minghao was looking at u. but u just said to urself that he was daydreaming so u just think nothing about it. at the other hand minghao also turned away when u did, kinda flustered as u caught him staring at u. two weeks before he met u. as jun begged u too come with after ur break up with sunghoon (i love sunghoon so dw) u kinda had a depression fase and u didnt leave the room at all. but when minghao saw u. he fell in love with u. instantly. after a week u fell for minghao. you fell for him, you got deja vu as this is how much you loved sunghoon but u didnt care. now back too the present. everyone was discussing where to eat. “wait guys you know about the new place that openend up i heard it was really good” as u requested. everyone agreed. after 10 min everone arrived at the restaurant. it was a korean chinese restaurant. u guys went in and sat at a table. minghao excused himself too the toilet.everyone ordered what they wanted after minghao came back to the table. u felt something on ur thigh (we finally at a romance scene yayay) u see minghao’s hand on ur thigh and look at him smirking (kinda creepy but eh) he looked away as the food came to the table but his hand is stuck on ur thigh. as u all ate minghao whispered to meet him outside. u and minghao excused to get fresh air. everyone talking about what is going to happen. minghao waiting for u with a bouquet in his hand. “y/n, the most beautiful,kind, sweet person i ever met. i want u to mine forever, dear y/n will u be my girl friend?” he said. u,stunt in place, dont know what to say. “i-“ “its fine u dont feel the s-“ minghao got cut off as u kissed him on the lips, their soft, perfect match for urs. u pulled away “thats ur answer” u smirked. as u see a man so happy he could jump to the moon. smiling so hard. he gave u the bouquet. u guys walked to the restaurant again and everyone was shocked seeing u two holding hands. gasping at the scene “tadaa she’s mine now so keep distance” says minghao proudly.

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Fanartist Appreciation Post

I am super honoured that these amazing fanartists have created art of some of my fics - I wanted to feature them all in one place, as well as the links to their art you will find on my fics!

Rope Burns / Adrenaline Crash The Batch rescue Omega after she is captured by bounty hunters. Seeing that she is injured, Hunter loses control and vows to hunt down her captors.

I love this piece of art by @collophora, the first time anyone ever drew art of my fic! Adrenaline Crash is one of my favourite Bad Batch fanfics I've written, and it was just so amazing to be surprised with this awesome piece of art immortalising Feral Hunter

The amazing @carhorno showed up in the comments of my fic and got to brainstorming an idea for a follow up, which I am very excited to be working on. She promised me art of our new, heart-breaking idea and here it is - a gut-wrenching piece of Omega and Hunter, ready to inspire my writing, as well as the awesome concept we developed for new fic Adrenaline Crash: Savage >:)

Water Gun Fight The children of Pabu have a water gun fight

@the-little-moment and I go back to our shared Angstpril writing challenge under the name Little Kyber Thoughts (and she also designed the fabulous skull divider I use! ^_^ <3) But it was this light-hearted fic which inspired her to create this brilliant, tropical piece of art; I love the vibrancy of the colours, and Crosshair just waiting to terrorise everyone with a water pistol :P

"Need a hand?" Crosshair struggles to manage a task one-handed. Wrecker is there to support him.

When this prompt came up for Summer of Bad Batch, @fanfoolishness and I both wrote about Crosshair coming to terms with his missing hand, and both of us chose Wrecker as the brother to comfort him. I was so honoured when she also illustrated this scene from my fic, perfectly capturing Crosshair's breakdown and just needing to be held by his brother - it's just how I visualised it, and I love it! :')

Batch-mega Fullmetal Alchemist x The Bad Batch crossover fanart

I adore @paperback-rascal's TCWxFMA crossover series, but being unsure of the protocol about approaching an admired fanartist and saying 'I had this idea...', I drew it myself. I was so excited when they came back with a whole extra page of comic, and a snippet of narrative to go with! I'm sad that the preview shows my sketchy doodles instead of their amazing comic of Hunter waking from his nightmare, so definitely follow the link to admire their art!

Fairground Date Hunter needs to take his mind off things, and taking Omega and Lyana to the funfair seems like the perfect day out. That is, until Crosshair makes an unexpected appearance.

When I wrote Hunter and Crosshair going through the pink-lit Tunnel of Love, who knew that @indigofyrebird had the character toys lying around, and the perfect neon light to recreate the scene! I would never have imagined that toy photography would capture this tender scene so well, but I love everything about this picture! <3

R U Mine? (Laundry Day) A collection of short stories about Crosshair and Hunter's developing relationship.

Hunter forgetting to do his laundry until he's run out of clean clothes and ending up raiding Wrecker's wardrobe was the first thing I wrote for this 10,000 word short story. The amazing @indigofyrebird has been at it again, this time with an awesome hand-drawn illustration that perfectly captures Hunter's sulky scowl as Crosshair calls him out on neglecting his chores!

[choccyhearts]

Love Rollercoaster - Ohio Players - Steve Harrington x Reader (18+!!)

Note: i thought this idea would be fun because i am cravinggg to go on a rollercoaster lmao,,,, also, side note, anyone else always think of that final destination scene when they here this song? iykyk..

CW: 18+!! Fem/afab!reader, p in v, light bondage, dirty talk, talk of rollercoasters (obvs)

Summary: "After Steve shows you all of his favorite rides, you show him yours..."

"Your love is like a rollercoaster baby"

♡♡♡

The sun's scorching temperature is nothing compared to the flames erupting in your tummy. Today, your boyfriend Steve decided to take you to an amusement park. A cliché summer activity but always fun.

Steve is a huuge fan of thrill rides and he's always wanted to take you along with him for the ride. All day he dragged you around the park, line after line, loop after loop, scream after scream. He held your hand during each ride, squeezing it tightly as your bodies were tossed around and flipped.

"God, wasn't that one so fun! It was a rush!", he'd say after each ride. You'd nod along, agreeing but slightly distracted. As the day went on, Steve's cherished hair was a mess. Strands were sticking out wildly and looked how it did after you two...

"Let's do that one next!", he'd point and grab your wrist firmly, running off to his destination.

When you two took a break and snacked on a soft pretzel he unabashedly squirted water from his water bottle on his face and neck. It mixed with his sweat and dripped down his front which was exposed to you from him lifting up the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face.

"Phew, it's so hot. I knew it would be but geez, I thought there'd at least be a breeze or some clouds."

The heat didn't stop as he went on to win you a stuffed bear at a strength testing game. Your tongue nearly fell out of your mouth as you watched him pick up the large mallet, muscles flexing and glistening, before swinging it down with all his might. His ass flexed as he stood back to see his result before he wrapped you up in his arms in victory.

The ride home felt like forever as you impatiently waited to pounce on him. You know it isn't his fault God sculpted him so perfectly, but fuck was he always a tease.

Once home, he went straight to the shower, offering you to join. Some thirty sudsy-filled minutes later, you told him to wait in the bedroom. It took all your strength to keep things PG in the shower because the fun you had in store required the bed.

Wearing nothing but a satin robe and it's matching lingerie, you walk in to find Steve on his back waiting excitedly. A low groan leaves his mouth as he takes in the sight of you. You slowly walk over to him and crawl over to him on the large bed you share.

Steve slides his hands over the fabric covering you and firmly holds your waist. You kiss him hungrily, whining at the feeling. God, this boy is addicting.

After a moment, you instruct him to remove his shirt. He does so quickly and desperately. You take ahold of his wrists and hold them against the headboard.

"Before we get started, I'm gonna have to strap you in, baby", you say softly. "Keep your arms in place."

Steve nods and watches as you untie your robe. You shrug it off your shoulders and slide the belt through the belt loops until it's free. Gently grabbing his wrists, you tie them against the headboard, making sure it's secure. Steve moves his wrists against the fabric, adoring how the satin feels.

"What was your favorite ride today?", you ask innocently as you run your hand along his hardening length.

"U-uh, hmm", he closes his eyes trying to think. You pull down his boxers just enough to free his cock. "I...I don't know..."

"Yeah, you do. Come on, tell me big boy", you tease.

"Mmmm, maybe...", you squeeze his cock and move your hand up and down. "Like that baby, please. Maybe the Twister...I, ah, I liked the loops."

"That one was fun." You spit on his cock and continue pumping him.

"Oh fuck. Or maybe the Skyrocket...that one is really high."

"Wanna know my favorite ride?"

He nods and watches as you take your hand away. You pull off your panties and throw them out of sight before leaning towards his ear.

"You."

He whimpers and fidgets his legs in anticipation. You straddle him and hold his cock against your slit, rubbing against it.

"Gotta start slow, honey. Can't rush into the climax or someone will get hurt."

You rub his tip along your opening as it leaks precum. Agonizingly slow, you slide down on to him.

"Ready, honey?"

"Yes, fuck yes!"

The stretch his cock makes stings a bit but you're used to it at this point. Once fully seated, you grind against him, his pubic hair tickling your clit.

You lift yourself up just as slow as earlier before sinking back down. You do this a couple more times before speeding up.

Steve huffs as he lavishes in the tightness and warmth of your pussy. He watches you move adoringly and shifts so he can thrust up into you.

"Mm, Steve, your cock is so fucking good." Your hands run through your hair as your orgasm approaches. You continue bouncing, your ass slapping against his legs.

"Fuck this pretty pussy gets my heart rate so high up. More than any of those coasters ever could."

You fuck him, going as fast as you can until your orgasm sweeps over you, resulting in your hands clutching on to Steve's chest, body gyrating.

Steve keeps going, cock gliding faster due to your release. You groan and whimper from your sensitivity but refuse to tell him to stop, loving how his cock makes you feel.

"Take your bra off, baby. Wanna see your tits", Steve grumbles.

You hum and still your movements as you squeeze your tits.

"Yeah? Then I'm gonna need you to hold on to them for me for the rest of the ride."

"Please, I will."

He watches as you untie him. Once free, he grabs your tits firmly, squishing them so tight you can feel bruises forming. But you don't care, you know they'll look sexy in the morning.

You start up your bounding again and Steve helps you, his hips following your lead. He sits up and kisses you harshly, pulling your chest against his securely as he holds your body and moves you up and down his cock.

"Hold on baby, I got you. I could fuck you while holding you with just my right arm."

"Yeah?"

He manhandles you as he stands up from the bed. You cling to his back as he does just as he says; one arm squeezing your midsection as the other brushes your hair out of your face.

"That game from earlier wasn't just for show, baby. I can do a lot with my strength. "

You nod against him, brain foggy. You feel like a fuck toy of some kind from the way he easily slides you along his length. That's basically what you are at this point; Steve's little fuck toy.

"Like that, baby?"

"Steve, I'm gonna cum again!", you whine into his neck.

He lays back on the bed and keeps your body against his. His legs are propped up as he clutches your ass.

"Me too. Come on baby, come on. Ride that climax with me."

Your orgasm starts first, leaving you gasping and grunting directly into his ear. His folllows as he groans and sighs, body shaking.

"So, that was your favorite ride?", Steve pants.

"Oh, absolutely", you giggle.

[ofmermaidstories]

hi mermsie! i was wondering, would you ever write more about reader and merman bakugou? i know their story is "finished", but i wonder if there were any "behind-the-scenes" moments that wouldn't have fit in the fic? or if you ever had any thoughts about a random time they had together before the ending? i love that story so much, it's so magical! and i think about the beauty and wonder of having such a love with a magical merman ❤️🌊☀️

Anonymous said

hi, me again, about your merman bakugou! i had a thought— have you ever had any thoughts about bakugou finding a mermaid reader? i think he'd be so.....what the hell are you? lmao sorry for sending two asks, you don't have to answer! love you!

never be sorry about saying hello!!!! 🥺 no matter how many times. i love it. 😌 it makes me feel apart of things. 🥹 but you know, your ask made me kinda sit there and have a think. 🧐 mostly bc—everything i wanted to include in The Widening Sky, i included!!! 🥺 all the little moments they would’ve had would’ve been—just that, little moments. 🥺 Reader’s calves burning against the hot, wet rock she’s perched on, waiting for Bakugou to come back from some random errand. Or maybe… napping under the shade of the trees while he splashes about, annoyed that she’s wasting their time together by sleeping. Or paddling in the sea while Bakugou rolls around in the shallows like a bored seal pup.

one thing, though, that like, the fic didn’t have room for was what exactly Bakugou was getting up to, after Reader treks back through the scrub to Grandma’s house. Because Bakugou is first and foremost a warrior, right? like the whole reason they end up meeting is because he’s like, curled away licking at his wounds and fish-cursing lmao. and i’ve always thought that if he had people out there, in the ocean, that they wouldn’t…. stay in one place. humans are everywhere! we have eyes everywhere!! even in like, the waters around their island—it’s not really theirs. and especially not with whatever is polluting it, during the fic. so i think if there were others like Bakugou out there, they’d eventually inch further and further away, hide away on some abandoned stretch of shore along a island too tiny and too important for humans to have cameras or eyes on it. Leaving Bakugou—essentially the vanguard, out on a mission!!! so what i think Reader doesn’t realise, when she’s kicking off her sandals at Grandma’s door and brushing the sand off and getting dinner ready while the TV blares out behind her is that—Bakugou doesn’t just go back to some nice charming little seacave filled with like, seaglass that reflects watercolour lights on the walls. He doesn’t get to go to sleep on a bed of seaweed when Reader’s curling into her pillow, with the window open behind her. He’s out there in the dark, keeping watch for something in the water that shouldn’t be there. Maybe there’s a handful of others with him, all of them spread out. But the point is that he is very much embroiled in something beyond us, and that those like… golden, in-between hours we have with him are stolen, on both our parts. 🌅🌾

tbh, i haven’t given much thought to a reversal situation. 🧐 have you read @/smashboxgirl26’s hidden in the sand? i was thinking about it, after you sent your ask, and did the following doodle for it but like—i think she pulls off quite well the problem that i struggle with, in regards to making Reader the mermaid? like in Smashie’s fic, Bakugou’s returned to an island where he used to holiday as a kid—but it’s different now. He’s a pro hero for starters, and the summer-hours friend he had (you) is missing—gone. writing it from Bakugou’s POV is such a clever way of getting around the question of like, how do you have a mermaid reader-insert where you don’t have to like, write convincingly about them living in the ocean. because!!! idk about the rest of u but it seems like living in the ocean 24/7 would be very scary. and dark. dark!!! anyways my point is i admire how smashie does it. 😌 so highly recommend.

[divinemare]

y’all r now saying feyre is not COMPASSIONATE??????? i mean like, i support delusion babes, be delusional, but even delusion has its limits and u have SURPASSED THEM.

y’all honestly fell fucking hard when u were kids bcos there’s no other reasonable explanations as to why u would read FIVE FUCKING BOOKS (four for some weirdos) and take out the conclusion that feyre is not fucking compassionate…

BE SO FR NOW

if feyre wasn’t compassionate, she would’ve done the same as nesta did in the cabin; rather fucking die of hunger than go out to save her entire family, not only her, but all her family.

if feyre wasn’t compassionate she wouldn’t have suffered from severe ptsd when she was forced to kill those fae utm, in fact, that scene wouldn’t have been as emotional as it was if she wasn’t compassionate.

if feyre wasn’t compassionate, she and amren would’ve died in the summer court bcos the water-wraiths wouldn’t had have nothing to owe her after what she did for them in the spring court.

if feyre wasn’t compassionate, she wouldn’t have stood up for her sister when everyone else thought she was a lost cause, bcos let me remind you, feyre was the only one that at first ever believed nesta was capable of healing and growing.

feyre is the most fucking compassionate, and if you don’t see that, go read the fucking books again bcos the amount of reading comprehension u have rivals a 10 yrl fr.

[hinamie]

hi hina! i was wondering what your favorite scenes from jjk s2 are in terms of color/cinematography/animation/anything! really curious to hear about it from an artist's perspective ✨

oh my god ok i'm 100% sure im going to forget some scene that i rly loved because my memory is that of a goldfish and i have no object permanence but ! from what i do remember ! in no particular order:

stsg + riko aquarium scene oh my god the BLUE th IMAGERY th FRAMING of every single shot in tht goddamn scene jesus christ th animation team really said oh so we're going for fleeting summer meets calm before the storm meets Vastness and Power of th ocean and its creatures confined within manmade structures ,, Bet. that and listen im a weak bitch i'll admit it im not immune blue is simply gojo's colour

tojigo fight scene pt 2 electric boogaloo. u know. bc it took me a billion years to actually get around to watching s2 I never *really* understood where all the god/heathen/worshipper religious imagery associated with tojigo came from UNTIL I SAW THIS SCENE JESUS FUCK *icarian fv grows louder in th distance* i am so . god. blood and gold and Mania how r they meeting all my standards how r they ticking all my boxes . who leaked my address and ao3 search history

fushiguro squared fight scene. i did that megu screencap redraw for a reason !!! colour theory comin in HOT in that scene oh my god it's so good and that's not even saying anything abt the animation which was on Full display holy shit . th snappiness the rough frames its all there its all so fucking deliCIOUS god i love art

listen ik everyone and their mother lost their shit at the animation during sukuna's shibuya rampage and fight with jogo but it's /so/ incredibly justified. i mean . gestures. th fire looks like ghibli water.....how did they do that............who let them cook so severely....who on the animation team do i address these flowers to bc i owe them my life fr Sukuna Nocking An Arrow Made Of Fire.gif

Yuuji having a panic attack :( i see him chest heaving clawing at th concrete in my nightmares

Yuuji throwing a car :) i think abt this to combat th angst of #5

[vividblaze]

★4 [Charming Mischief] Kei

Summer 2020 Event: Mid Summer Beach

With summer approaching, thought I’d translate and share this event card from 2020.

I’m not a native nor fluent Japanese speaker. There’s likely mistakes in the grammar or context. Kei sometimes had a unique way of talking so I tried to retain it to a certain degree.

Common courtesy applies here. Please do not repost or use these translations elsewhere without my permission.

- Part 1/2 -

[Scene: summer festival stage venue]

Saki: (Today’s show was cool too.)

Saki: (Well then, what should I do? There’s still time before the bus home…)

[Kei appears]

Kei: Saki.

Saki: Kei-san! The show today was great.

Kei: Thank you, it was a show for you. I’m glad that you are pleased.

Kei: Saki, is your schedule full after this?

Saki: No, not yet. I was thinking about what to do.

Kei: Is that so? I’m just in time.

Kei: There is a place around here where you can observe the ocean in calm.

Kei: If you are willing, I can guide you there. Would you grant me the good fortune of spending time with you?

Saki: Somewhere we can view the ocean? Sounds great. Absolutely!

Kei: Thank you. Well then, let us be off.

[Scene change: beach]

Saki: Kei-san, are the other commitments you have after this going to be alright?

Kei: Refrain asking such strange questions, Saki.

Kei: To me, there is nothing in existence that could be more important than the time I get to spend with you.

Kei: Even now, I pray for this time with the both of us walking together to last forever.

Saki: (Uu… he’s always exaggerating…)

Saki: Speaking of, where are we headed? A restaurant? Cafe?

Kei: My apologies. Now that you mention it, I never said where.

Kei: A hotel.

-Part 2/2 -

[Scene: beach/hotel]

Saki: A-amazing…! It’s spacious and the room has got a swimming pool…!

Kei: There’s an ocean view and it’s not too noisy. I hope that you like it.

Saki: Umm… it’s a super amazing hotel and all… but is this a room you reserved?

Saki: Haven’t you been coming to the event venue by bus every morning along with everyone?

Kei: Aah. This is a room I have reserved for you.

Kei: This room was reserved for you to use in any event that you may feel unwell from the daily activities or the temperature.

Saki: Huh… just for today?

Kei: Nay. For the entire duration of the festival.

Saki: (... I’m getting dizzy.)

Kei: I not want to impose on you nor did I want to say anything, but it was a good opportunity.

Kei: Here is the key to the room. Use it however you like throughout the festival.

Saki: Ah… okay.

Kei: Well then, please allow me to rest by the pool. Should anything occur, please call out to me.

Saki: U-understood.

Saki: (After taking a better look, it’s an amazing room… I’ll explore for a bit.)

[Time elapses, screen fades in and out]

Saki: (I wonder what this is… there’s a handle in the garden. I’ll try turning it?)

[SFX: Water pouring]

Saki: Eh? The sound of w-water? Ah… was that sound the pool’s fountain…?

Saki: –Aah!? This is bad, Kei-san’s by the pool…!

Kei: I was wondering about the sudden occurrence but this was your doing?

Saki: I-I’m so sorry! There was a handle so without thinking I…!

Kei: Hu, hahaha!

Saki: (Kei-san is laughing so happily…)

Kei: –Your tomboyish* behavior remains the same.

[Scene change: back to the beach/hotel]

Saki: I’m sorry…

Kei: There is no need for worry. Because of how hot it has been, the timing was perfect.

Kei: That’s right, would you like to try going for a swim as well? The water’s cool and pleasant.

Saki: I-I’ll pass!

- End of Story -

(*) Kei says “君のおてんばは、あいかわらずだな”. From what I found, おてんば means “tomboy” but I was leaning towards translating it as “naughtiness”... hiding my ugly, sly grin.

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A win for Saki is a win for Kei stans... The first part left me on a cliffhanger until the other copy was finally obtained from an anniversary gacha lol. (ngl when Kei said they were going to a hotel... I thought are y’all gonna... y’know... do the thing?)

I may get to translating Kei’s 5* Event prize card too because of how starved he is for Saki’s attention roflmao.