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opalcicle · 12 days ago

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If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch. 10 Car Fries

Left you sleeping, borrowed some clothes. 😘

I send Bizly the text and a selfie in one of his big t-shirts from the back of the Uber.

It was late afternoon by the time finally I made it out of Biz's place. I'd made myself up some leftover pasta, washed the dishes, and found something to wear. He was still sleeping, butt-naked and sprawled out in his bed when I figured it was time to go.

I start a warm bath and a coffee when I make it back to my apartment. Humming as I prepare for a relaxing day and letting my good mood carry me through the self care. My legs are stiff, and my whole body aches like a bitch, but damn do I feel great. The water in the tub soothes my muscles nicely.

It's late in the day when I finally have the wherewithal to check any messages.

Grizzly

Dude you sooooo owe me a drink next time we're all out. jk. Unless? ????

No but for real we should catch up soon sounds like you've got a lot going on.

me:

Next weekend man, I drank so much last night.

Jaiden

Saw you on the dance floor. Didn't know you knew Tina. 👀

me:

Met her last weekend at Schlatt's. 😊

Hey do you know if she's into girls or like, just having some fun?

Charlie

Still up?

My heart skips a beat seeing his name. I respond without thinking.

me:

Yeah!

Wait I mean no, it's tomorrow now.

But I'm up, what's up?

There's a missed call from him as well, and a voicemail waiting. At the time I recieved it I would have been in Bizly's garage. I hold my breath for a long second, attempting to stave off the guilt creeping through my chest. Then I listen.

"Hey!" He sounds excited, "Hey, hi. I tried to find you tonight but I think you left. So like um. Are we okay? I mean, it seems like we're not, but also I miss talking to you. Dude, I ate a whole thing of fries in the car by myself and man it was weird as hell. Also I'm sorry I said I love you. I know that's like a crazy thing to do. But also, I do love you. You're for real the coolest person ever. We don't have to be together, or like anything at all. But you're my best friend, my ride or died, die? But died rhymes that sounds better. I think we should hang out. Maybe not tomorrow I drank a lot. But yeah I love you, full homo, get fucked about it, peace out, get friend zoned loser. Okay bye. Oh fuck how do I end the-" BZZZ.

Tears form in the corners in my eyes as I laugh from my belly in a way I haven't in at least weeks. I have to listen to it again, and then a third time before I can hear it without losing it a little. Holy shit, I was not gonna let him live this down. There's a reply from him when I'm done with the voicemail.

Charlie

Hey what's up?

Oh I texted you first lol.

me:

Dude you were wasted last night. Left me a spicy voicemail.

Charlie:

I WHAT

me:

How hungover are you? Pick me up for fries tomorrow?

Charlie:

Okay???

Still sore, the laughter hurts my stomach and I need to lay down. Without meaning to, I fall asleep in the coziness of my pillows before the sun had even set. I dream of peaceful nonsense and wake in the middle of the night.

There are more messages from the evening before, and I work on replying to them.

Bizly

Lookin good in my shirt

come back soon and I'll take it off for you

me:

Dude my insides need a break. 😅

Grizzly

Yeah man! Bunch of us are doing kareyoke on Friday if you wanna come.

Caryoke? Karaoke? Idk.

me:

Hell yeah, send me the location.

Jaiden

No idea man, good luck!

me:

Thanks lol

I figured I should say something to Tina too, and really mull over whats gonna sound right. Jaiden seeing us together, and asking me about it, really had me wondering what was up with the pretty girl I've been kissing while drunk. If I really am just someone she wants to kiss at parties, she's definately got the right girl for the job. Maybe she's just nervous for more? Maybe she likes to move a little slower? I settled on something short and simple:

Thanks for inviting me out, had a great time last night. I'd love to see you again soon.

Last night? Was it really just last night?

Since I'm talking to Charlie again I better send him the first edits for the photoshoot we did. Email sent. Okay cool.

Now what? I pace my living room, try to find something to watch, scroll TikTok from various uncomfortable positions on the couch.

Tina, Charlie, and Bizly. Somehow in one night I had gone from no prospects to three suitors. I giggle to myself, suitors was a strange way to put it. Maybe it's all a little too much. Too much making out, too much sex, and way too much in the feelings department.

I let out a heavy sigh as I try to distract myself with various apps. Maybe I need a vacation. Why not? I sit up, excited by the idea. I can edit from my laptop, take a break from streaming. Ah shit streaming, maybe I'd already taken a long enough break. No. No! I deserve a Holliday. Suddenly I'm browsing travel sites, checking flights, looking for sunny beaches and all-you-can eat buffets. What if I find like, an adventure package?

It's the wee hours of the night and I've eaten, gotten ready for bed again, and settled under the covers all while planning out the details for a next-month solo getaway. By the time reservations are made and flights are booked, my heavy eyes sink closed. Before I fall asleep, one fleeting thought, does this count running away?

In the late morning, confirmation emails remind me of my new plans, and the thought of running is long gone. A message from Charlie sits in my notifications while I start my day. I update my discord, "Streaming tonight, 7pm, dunno what we're playing yet," and close the app before replies flood in. Then I check the message.

Charlie

Hey lmk when you're ready

me:

Dude how do you wake up so early?

But yeah, ready anytime.

I feel nerves build as I wait for him to arrive. The new hickies down my neck are a bright red and I debate trying to hide them, but I don't want to lie. I still haven't promised anything to anyone, but hurting Charlie is easily one of the things I've started to hate the most. When he pulls up I have to fight the desire to lock myself into my apartment.

Climbing into his car, a million things go though my mind, and in the last second I decide on finding another new nick name, "Hey Char... lie, no wait that's just your name. I'm running out of these."

He smiles at me awkwardly, hand nervously readjusting his hair. "Hey," is all he says.

"Fries?" I turn the music up as we pull away. It's still the playlist I shared with him. Thankfully the songs fill the space so we don't have to, and inspite of everything neither of us can resist singing a good song. "I'm working late, cause I'm a singer. Boy you look so cute, wrapped round my finger," I sing the part of the song we'd long ago decided was my line.

"Your twisted humour, makes me laugh so often, My honey bee, come and get this pollen," he continues before we both join together for the pre-chorus. Inspite of all the ways I like to bug Charlie, I always let him have the melody when we car duet. He loves showing off in song and I could never deny him that. We do our goofy dance moves and add our weird vocal quirks, and by the time we've made it to the drive through were laughing at eachother uncontrollably. Charlie has to stop and calm himself before we pull up to order.

Down the road, music low again, I make an attempt at normal conversation, "You know I've never asked, are you okay being the one whose always driving us around?"

He glances at me, raw emotion on his face. Fear, or maybe closer to worry, is plain in his eyes. We don't usually do deep conversation. Even me asking him how he feels about something I expect, it's definately off course.

"Y-yeah, its our rhythm, we just do it this way," he replies.

"Hmm," I barely respond, lost in my own thought. It's quiet until I speak again, "I don't ask you how you feel about a lot of things,"

It's not a question, and he doesn't answer. But after awhile he sighs, "Soo.... You saw Bizly again,"

This isn't a question either, but I sigh back, hand darting up to my neck. "I did," there's a sadness in my own voice that I don't dare call attention to.

"That's fine," he says it so quiet.

"Is it?" I hear my own voice demanding the question.

"It's-" he pauses for a long time, "let's go somewhere and talk."

Charlie takes us to a parking spot near some old baseball diamonds. They're mostly empty today. We pick at the fries for an unbearably quiet few minutes.

"I, uh- look if you'd rather be with Biz..." He trails off.

"That's not it," I shake my head. "It's like, just sex,"

"I know. I can't do that," he looks out over the diamonds through his windshield.

"No, Charlie I-" I hear myself getting defensive and take a breath, "I'm not trying to choose between anyone, I don't want him more than you,"

"It's fine-"

"No, listen!" I cut him off, anger showing its head again. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths this time. "I want you Charlie, and I like you, a lot. Not just as friends,"

His head turns to me and he looks confused.

"I'm sorry I got so mad at you. I'm sorry I freaked out. I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you." Tears immediately start falling from my face and I feel like an idiot. Charlie deserves an apology, an explanation, even if it means I have to experience my own emotions. "I'm scared, Char. I don't think I can be what you want- that I can handle something serious again. And now it's out there, now I'm having feelings and you're having feelings and we can't put them back where they came from. It scares me,"

"It's okay," he tries to sooth me, but I'm not having it.

"It's not okay. You're sad. I'm sad. Everything's fucked," my words come out softer now, the anger and frustration disappearing with my confession of fear.

"We really don't talk about our feelings," he says, looking back out the front window, "I guess this was going to boil over at some point,"

Coldness creeps over my skin as I anticipate him saying he doesn't want to see me again. Instead he takes my hand. We sit there, and he lets me cry. It's uncomfortable, but it's a start. If we've got all these stored up emotions, they have to come out somehow.

"I've been scared too, I don't want to lose you," he says when my tears slow.

"I'm not going anywhere," then I remember the vacation I booked, "except actually, I've got a trip coming up in about six weeks, and I think like maybe, that also counts a little bit as running away." I look at him and smile, exaggerating my discomfort in a toothy grin.

He laughs. This fucker looks at me and laughs. I start to laugh too, doubling over in his car until I have to catch my breath.

"Oh my god, you're so dramatic," he teases.

"You're the weirdo who likes me," I poke fun right back.

As the scarier feelings subside for us both, he asks, "What now?"

"I think maybe we talk about it more," my face scrunches at the thought, "but like later, because I haven't done this whole communication thing in years, and I missed you, and I want to make you listen to the message you left me,"

"Oh gaawwd," he groans, "I was hoping you forgot about that.

"It's really sweet, and I want to make you blush again," I wink at him before pulling up my voicemail.

As he listens his face and ears get red and I watch him in adoration. There really is no going back now. We've opened the door to something strange and new, and will just have to see where it takes us.

I can't help but laugh as the voicemail ends. "Full homo?" I ask.

"Shut uuuup," he complains, shoving fries in his mouth.

"It's cute. Made me laugh," I take a fry as well. "Charlie, I-" it's hard to say the words. The red in his face is still present, making it so easy to look at him. I lean over the center console and kiss him softly in the cheek. "Me too, full homo,"

The blush creeps up his ears and an easy, goofy smile lights up his face. He turns quickly to look at me and the moment feels so right, so much like us. He kisses me softly, slowly. I kiss him back. The heat starts to build between us and I pull away before it can get any further.

"Third time's the charm?" He says it lightly.

"Hmm?" The kiss transfered his blush to my cheeks. I was bright red as well.

"For a first kiss? Third time's the charm,"

"Yeah, Charlie, third time's the charm." I lean back in the passenger seat with a little grin as he pulls the car out and drives off.

#slimecicle x reader #minors dni #slimecicle smut #Fluff chapter

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melishade · 2 months ago

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Attack on Prime The Future Anthology: Thanksgiving

Main Story

Dia de los Muertos

StrongArm and Sideswipe I

Strongarm and Sideswipe II

Let's see how fast I can spit this out!

Paradis

"You know it was a real dick move for you to exclude the two of us from that 'Day of the Dead' celebration," Ymir mockingly huffed.

"It would have been nice to actually take a break and see that colorful festival," Historia openly sighed in defeat, "Demands regarding Paradis have been tiring."

"Well...how was the food we brought?" Armin asked.

"Oh, food was great," Ymir declared.

"So spicy, but in a good way," Historia hummed with delight.

"Well, be thankful that we're doing Thanksgiving here!" Jack called out as he continued to stir the pot for the collard greens.

"Taking another piece out of our paycheck, but we want to do something nice for you guys," Rafael sighed as he walked past holding an aluminum tray full of food.

"What's Thanksgiving?" Historia asked.

"It's a holiday on Earth where people get together to eat and be grateful for what we have," Jack explained.

"There's also genocide involved," Rafael added, "It technically shouldn't be celebrated."

"Well we're doing it this year because at the very least, Sasha will be happy to eat a whole turkey!" Jack pointed to Sasha, who's mouth was watering at the sight of the mashed potatoes. Sasha was ready to steal it altogether, but Mikasa quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled her back.

"Why do you all do this to me?!" Sasha whined.

"Because you're a glutton," Ymir crudely replied.

Armin heard the familiar sound of a spacebridge opening up and looked behind him to see Bulkhead and Arcee driving through it. Bulkhead opened his door to let Miko out of his alt mode, while Arcee transformed into her bipedal mode.

"I got good news and bad news!" Miko informed as she opened the trunks and pulled out more trays of food, "Good news! I got the remaining food!"

"Bad news?" Rafael asked.

"No turkey," Miko answered in defeat.

"WHAT?!" Sasha screeched as she bolted over to Miko, "You promised?!"

"Turkey's cheap this year! Everyone's scrambling to get it!" Miko exclaimed.

"So what the hell's gonna be the main dish?!" Jean demanded.

"Well..." Historia trailed off.

"Well what?" Jack asked.

"Do you remember that large boar that you killed before the attack on Trost, Sasha?" Historia addressed her.

"Yeah, why?" Sasha asked.

"Well, apparently there's another one," Historia explained, "Some are speculating that the previous boar had a child, but regardless, the boar got displaced during the Rumbling and has been running rampant in the forest in what used to be Wall Rose."

"We can kill it!" Sasha shot to her feet and grinned with excitement before Bulkhead transformed into his bipedal mode.

"Wait, how big is the boar?" Bulkhead asked, "I don't know if it's safe for you to go hunting it."

"You realize that we've all fought titans, right?" Jean rhetorically asked.

"And I think it would be good for you to not put yourself in danger like that," Bulkhead reasoned.

"I'll go with them to provide back up," Arcee offered.

"Great!" Sasha grinned, "I'll get my gear! Armin, you want to tag along like last time?!"

"Um, I guess," Armin shrugged.

"I wanna join!" Miko volunteered.

"Great!" Sasha declared, "Let's go kill a boar and cook it up!"

"I think that the vegetables in my garden are good now," Mikasa commented, "We could make some stew."

"I'll help you with getting it," Rafael offered.

"Thank you," Mikasa said.

"Anyone else wanna help out with preparations?" Jack spoke up.

"I could go and get pies," Historia offered.

"Probably the easiest thing to get," Ymir agreed, "And the kids seem to be in good hands with Levi and Erwin."

Levi merely passed by all of them in his electric wheelchair, with a few children clinging onto to the chair and laughing with delight. Meanwhile, Erwin was letting children take turns to dangle from his cybernetic arm.

Later

"Are you sure you want to pursue this thing?" Arcee asked, surveying the destruction that the beast had caused. The four of them were met with the sight of broken trees and upended soil.

"Pursued one last time," Sasha shrugged, "And Armin and I have our 3D gear.

"I still think this is a terrible idea," Arcee declared.

"Also, wouldn't it be better to use a gun instead of a bow and arrows?" Miko asked as she cocked the rifle in her possession.

"Call me traditional," Sasha shrugged. Suddenly, Sasha winced a little, experiencing a rather sharp headache. She rubbed her eyes to ease the pain, and when she opened them, she gasped at the strange sight.

It...it was just like when she was tracking Mikasa, and when she fought that Decepticon. The energy, the life force of everything, had returned to her vision. Black energy had surrounded the dead trees while green surrounded the living ones. She heard Arcee speaking and looked over at her, and was stunned to see bright blue energy exuding from her body. It looked rather rigid and stiff like a tree. She looked over at Miko and saw a mix of green and pink. Sasha saw jolts of energy poke out from time to time, reminding her of the harsh metal music that Miko plays.

Sasha then turned her attention to Armin, and his was blue...and fluid...like the ocean. It was actually beautiful. Sasha froze when she saw a trail of scarlet red appear in her vision. Her eyes followed the trail, and she saw the pathway go down the animal made trail. She wordlessly drew her bow and followed the energy down the broken trail.

"Okay, I guess we're just jumping in!" Miko exclaimed as she, Arcee, and Armin followed Sasha. As Sasha continued to run, she noticed the hoof prints left in the ground, exuding that same red energy. She noticed brown tufts of hair that got caught in the branches, exuding red energy as well. It was the boar; it had to be.

Sasha slowed in her step when she saw something beyond the clearing, right over the small cliff. She slowed to a stop and peered over the rocks to see the massive boar below. It was bigger, definitely bigger than the last one she had taken down. And it had more scars. She had wondered what Connie would have thought looking at the size of this thing.

Sasha shook her head. There was no time to dwell on that now. Now she needed to get that boar. She drew her bow and aimed it at the boar's head. She took a deep breath and was prepared to fire, but jolted when she heard a loud crunch behind her. She snapped her head back to see the other three frozen in place, with Arcee's pede crushing some wood that Sasha had instinctively avoided.

"Maybe that wasn't too loud?" Armin whispered.

Sasha noticed the energy emanating from the boar grew more restless and violent. It blazed like fire as the boar got on its legs and stood up. It snapped it's head towards Sasha and blew air out of its snout before roaring at her.

"Damn it, Arcee!" Miko yelled at her.

"I'm sorry, okay!" Arcee snapped back.

"BRING IT ON!" Sasha screamed at the boar.

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Mikasa's home

"Wow, your garden has a variety," Rafael praised as he looked at the basket, "Carrots, potatoes, eggplant? We should have just come to you instead of just buying the ingredients."

"I wasn't even sure I would produce results," Mikasa admitted as she continued digging through the dirt of her garden to pull out another carrot, "I've been focused more on my recovery and rebuilding that I was expecting the garden to die when I started checking on it again."

"Well these look great. You've managed to pull it off," Rafael praised.

"Thanks, Rafael," Mikasa said as she gathered the last of the vegetables and put them in her own basket, "So....do you like Thanksgiving?"

"Why do you ask?" Rafael asked her.

"Well, you....brought up the fact that there was a genocide involved?" Mikasa recalled as she stood up.

Rafael sighed. "Yeah. U.S. History's got a lot of complications with it. Thanksgiving is one of them. And yeah, Thanksgiving is festive now, but...people died because of it. Sorry, I'm just being cynical."

"...I don't think it's wrong to acknowledge what happened," Mikasa agreed, "Our Eldian ancestors committed genocides of their own. I'm sure you have a right to be angry at the lives that were taken back then. It just...seems like the only thing we can do right now is move forward and try to create beauty from the cruelty."

Rafael hummed in agreement. "Maybe one day, it'll get better. Let's go back to party."

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Arcee trailed the boar from behind while Armin kept his eyes on it from the side. Sasha used her 3D gear to cling to the beast for dear life. Miko, riding atop of Arcee, aimed her rifle at the hide of the boar as it continued running through the forest. She fired at the beast, but shot missed and hit a tree trunk instead.

"Damn it!" Miko swore as she reloaded and aimed her rifle once again. She was about to fire, but yelped when Arcee swerved to avoid some rocks. The shot missed and flew up to the sky instead.

"Arcee, stop swerving!" Miko shouted at her.

"I thought you were training! What happened?!" Arcee snapped at her.

"Jack is a better shot than I am! I'm a brawler! You should know that by now!" Miko yelled at her.

Sasha managed to pull herself on the hide of the boar and clung to the fur for dear life. It really was the same as last time. It was both nostalgic and saddening. She did miss those days. She snapped out of her thoughts and instinctively shut her eyes when more red energy flung outwards and blinded her.

It was too distracting. She needed to gain some distance and shoot it in the head like last time. But...she didn't need to do that. She had Arcee.

"Arcee!" Sasha shouted, "Get in front of the boar to stop it!"

"That's Bulkhead's department! Not mine!" Arcee retorted.

"Just do it!" Sasha screamed.

"Fine!" Arcee screeched to a stop before addressing Miko, "Get off!"

"Aw what?! You're going to make me-!"

"Do it!" Miko yelped and hopped off before Arcee drove forward. She bolted past the boar and stood directly in its path. The boar ran faster, charging directly at her. Arcee crossed her arms to protect her chassis and planted her pedes into the ground. The boar rammed into Arcee, trying to knock her back and use his tusks to throw her, but Arcee stood her ground, her pedes digging into the dirt. She twisted her servos to grab the boar's tusks and lift. Sasha quickly flew off the back of the boar as Arcee threw it high into the air. Sasha looked up to see the boar's underside, and she noticed that there was no energy exuding from the underbelly. It was open. It was a weakness many would dream of exploiting.

Sasha grit her teeth before drawing her bow once more and firing an arrow directly at the boar's stomach. The boar whined in pain, and Sasha noticed the color of the energy surrounding the beast changing. It was slowly fading from red to black. It...it was dying, but it wasn't dead yet! Sasha aimed another arrow and screamed before firing. Her arrow pierced the boar directly through the heart, and the red energy permanently switched from red to black. The boar crashed into the ground while Sasha hooked onto a tree and lowered herself to the ground.

"Sasha, are you okay?!" Armin asked as he landed right next to her. Miko huffed as she finally managed to catch up to them on foot. She gawked at the sight of the dead boar before turning to Sasha.

"You guys really are a different breed," Miko quipped. But Sasha didn't care. Her face broke out into a grin before pumping her fists into the air.

"TWO FOR TWO!" Sasha cheered.

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Later

"Wow, your garden came out well," Jack praised as Mikasa and Rafael arrived with the vegetables, "If you want, we can get you some seeds from Earth so you can grow fruits."

"Like strawberries?" Mikasa asked rather eagerly.

"Yep." Jack smiled as he tapped the ladle against the pot, "The green beans look done. We can start the table prep. Bummed that we couldn't get a turkey in time."

"Jack, can someone call a spacebridge," Arcee called him through the comm. link.

"Um, sure," Jack spoke in confusion before making that call.

"Bulkhead, we need help," Arcee contacted him as the spacebridge opened, "We managed to kill the boar."

"Wait, really?!" Bulkhead sprinted through the portal.

"So how big do you think the boar is going to be?" Rafael asked.

"When Sasha killed the boar last time, it was able to feed a good portion of Trost," Mikasa recalled.

"Comin' through!" Bulkhead called out as he dragged the boar through the spacebridge. Armin and Arcee merely walked through while Miko and Sasha were standing proudly on top of it.

"We're gonna have a feast tonight!" Miko cheered.

Everyone else could only gawk at the size of the boar.

"We're gonna need a bigger pot," Jack declared.

===

Later

"So...now we're just doing a soup kitchen?!" Fowler exclaimed as he saw a few members of the Survey Corps serving some of the stew they made from the boar to a long line of people on Paradis.

"Gotta give the people something to be thankful for!" Miko grinned as she handed a bowl to another person.

"It was spontaneous," Historia agreed as she handed a bowl to one of the orphans, "But it's nice to give people something to look forward to."

"Although, Sasha is heavily guarding the portion of the boar that we're going to eat for this Thanksgiving Dinner." Ymir pointed to Sasha, who was marching in front of Jack with a bow in arrow in hand. The eldest out of the Jasper Trio was helping prepare the meat while Sasha was ready to shoot anyone that got too close.

"...Do you guys want help?" Fowler asked.

"Yes, please!" Armin pleaded.

===

That night

The Survey Corps gawked at the large table full of food. Mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, stuffing, cranberry sauce, vegetables, it went on.

Jack placed the tray of roasted ham onto the table. "Alright, let's eat!"

The Survey Corps gathered around the table and took their respective seats. Ymir blushed when Historia pulled her seat for her.

"Still a bummer that we couldn't get turkey," Miko commented as she opened a bottle of wine.

"I hope the ham's good," Jack said as he started cutting it up, "Pick and choose what you want."

The Survey Corps quickly and eagerly got what they wanted from the dinner table. Some of them began to cheer as Miko started pouring the wine, happy that they didn't have to deal with drinking laws.

"Cheers, everyone!" Miko yelled as they all touched glasses for a toast. As they all continued to eat, Sasha scarfed down a huge chunk of meat. She paused in her tracks when she noticed the energy had returned. It surrounded everyone in all different colors and shapes, but despite it, the energy shined brighter around them, as if...they were happy.

Sasha blinked and her vision returned to normal. She was tempted to tell someone about this, but refrained from doing so. Maybe it was just her imagination.

(...Look I have been busy this week and reeling! I know this is super rushed! I'm just happy I got it out! Happy Thanksgiving!)

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liulans · 1 year ago

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Teeny tiny Wangxian AU drabble for Wei Wuxian's birthday 🎂 🥳 🥰

rating: G / w/c: 1724 / lots of fluff 🤍

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Lan Wangji has been told that he isn't particularly friendly, by several people, in fact. That is fine — he's incredibly picky with who he spends his time with; where he expends his social energy. He's not particularly interested in gaining new friends. Acquaintances, perhaps, kept firmly at arm's length.

But if he is not friendly, somebody should probably explain what he has done so right to wind up with, single-handedly, the greatest best friend anybody could ever ask for. His best friend, sitting on his couch, wearing his pyjamas, while deliberating over matching Halloween costumes.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian says, eyes glazed over with something pleasant, the light of his phone pailing next to the bright of his eyes. "What about Joker and Harley Quinn?—actually, no, that's a toxic dynamic. We could do, like, Barbie and Ken?—like, that rollerblading scene? Actually, I can't rollerblade and you'd have to carry me everywhere."

"Mn," Lan Wangji says, just to show he's listening. These ideas are fine, but there's a certain difficulty in picking out costumes on the actual day. And that's without mentioning that he's aware Wei Wuxian is skirting around another separate topic here.

They wind up opting for cutting eye-holes into some of Lan Wangji's old bedsheets. To draw little mouths onto them. Wei Wuxian's is adorned with a big, happy smile, while Lan Wangji's is more of a straight line.

"This is so cute. You're so cute, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian had said, and so, that was that.

They have something of a tradition every year. First of all, they'll head out to dinner, wherein Wei Wuxian will make up some elaborate story about how they're 'celebrating their wedding anniversary', usually because that gets them a free bottle of cheap wine — a couple of extra side dishes for Lan Wangji.

And then Lan Wangji will find a time to tack on the fact that it is, in fact, also Wei Wuxian's birthday, much to Wei Wuxian’s protest. But that will earn them a free slice of cake to share, so who's winning here?

Today, they've opted to go to some Sichuanese restaurant, because Wei Wuxian is a maverick who loves spice — and he's lovely enough to spend five minutes scraping the sauce from Lan Wangji's mapo tofu. It is still a little too spicy for his tastes, but Wei Wuxian uses the remaining spicy sauce as a dipping condiment, and that smile on his face is all that matters, really.

He does, in fact, get his free bottle of wine, not quite the bottom of the barrel, but the next one up in the weirdly determined hierarchy of fermented beverages. He gets a free slice of cake, too, and much to his embarrassment, ends up with the dining room staring at him, singing Happy Birthday.

He shoots Lan Wangji a look that perhaps says something vaguely threatening like 'wait until it's your birthday'. But when the room stumbles over his name mid-song ("happy birthday dear…uh, you…"), the vibrant fit of laughter he twists into is more than worth it.

"I hope everything was to your liking," the waiter says, stacking empty plates and bowls strategically atop his arm. "I hope we have made this day special for the two of you."

Wei Wuxian smiles, something big and shining. "It's perfect. We'll come back here on his birthday, right sweetie?" Lan Wangji blanches. They do this every year — it is tradition, and yet, he doesn't think he'll ever be used to that. "Hold a table aside for us for January. We're gonna have to blow his mind."

"I see." The waiter has a kind smile, even as his gaze flickers between them. "Don't worry, just call ahead of time and we'll keep a table for you. And may I just say, the two of you make a lovely couple. Oh, to be young and in love again. I see the way you two look at each other."

"Oh," says Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji will dissolve right here, right in this seat. He will dissolve into the ground and let earth's crust break and swallow him up. "Ha ha haha. Yeah, we've known each other a long time. It was inevitable, y'know?"

"Ah, inevitable lovers. And on your birthday, no less. You've got yourself a romantic, young man."

"Ahah, yeah," Wei Wuxian casts Lan Wangji an apologetic gaze that lingers just a little too long. "He really is. He's the best."

The best. Lan Wangji has heard that many times. It often drips from Wei Wuxian's tongue, prompted by any manner of actions that Lan Wangji would deem to be wholly normal, instinctive, even. Picking Wei Wuxian up from work, holding a blanket around his shoulders when the cold hits, diligently holding his hand at fancy restaurants to get that free wine.

It is good, he thinks, to be someone who Wei Wuxian considers to be 'the best'. An honourable feat indeed.

"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian's eyes are glimmering, grey painted pink by the sunset. He suits golden hour very well. "Mind holding the bag a little while? You're better at maintaining the integrity of take-out boxes."

Lan Wangji, of course, agrees. And if it's because he wants to watch a very giddy Wei Wuxian shuck a bed sheet over his head and proceed to bounce in place, making all sorts of silly "boooo" sounds— well, that's for Lan Wangji to think about.

Wei Wuxian is tentative as he drapes the other sheet over Lan Wangji's body. He's comically stiff, and Wei Wuxian laughs about it, bright and airy.

Their hands find each other again. And then they're walking out into the rapidly darkening evening, joining the hoards of haphazardly costumed passers-by.

"Hey," Wei Wuxian says after a while. It feels as though they've walked the whole block, just talking, occasionally pausing to paw at a bit of cake. Lan Wangji dips beneath Wei Wuxian's sheet to press a small slab of icing to his lips. "Thank you for doing this. Like, every year. It's a big act to keep up with, but you pretend we're married, and you're so convincing about it."

"It is your birthday," Lan Wangji replies, as though that much is obvious. He's a little muffled beneath the sheet. "It is no hardship for me." I love you, is what he means. "I know. That you do not enjoy your birthday. So I hope— that this is enjoyable regardless."

He's stared at for a long moment, Wei Wuxian's gaze flitting over his face. Lan Wangji is very aware of himself; how it's been so many years, and his expression must be growing easier to read. "It's always enjoyable. Like, we're just hanging out, and it's still the most fun."

"Wei Ying, it is your birthday. I wish to celebrate you."

That makes Wei Wuxian falter, just a little bit. They have this conversation at least once a year. "I know. You're too good, you know? Wait—it's hard to be real with you when we're dressed like this. But like, seriously—"

He's cut off by the sound of fireworks, rising and bursting overhead. He swings around, utterly engrossed in the millions of trickles of colour shooting across the sky. Lan Wangji can only stare at him.

The both of them lift up their bedsheets, half draped over their heads, practically capes now.

And because Wei Wuxian looks so happy, is rendered so silent, Lan Wangji - without thinking one bit - swings forward. Whispers softly. "Happy birthday, Wei Ying."

He isn't sure Wei Wuxian hears it at first, but then the palm flush against his own adjusts, fingers intertwining instead. Wei Wuxian is gazing over his face then, flickering down and up. Down again; up again.

"I'm—gonna kiss you, okay?" He says, looking smaller. "Lan Zhan, you're gonna have to say no quickly if you don't want—"

Lan Wangji surges forwards, in spite of himself. Their hands part only to allow their arms to circle into an embrace. Wei Wuxian's mouth is soft, and it's so easy to sink into it. So easy to forget the sounds of people cheering, their oohs and ahhs; the intermittent pop of fireworks scattering across the sky. It's so, so easy.

They kiss like that for a while, bodies slowly swaying side to side, as though listening to some far-off music, somewhere. But then Wei Wuxian is smiling — Lan Wangji feels the curve of his mouth before he feels the teeth that follow. And when he opens his eyes, the sight before him is so bright, so colourful, so much more even than the sky.

"Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji." Wei Wuxian says that, and nothing else. His eyes are scrunched into delightful crescents, his lips pink. They look like messes, both of them, with their costumes strewn so carelessly over their backs.

Lan Wangji repeats, just to make it known. "Happy birthday. Wei Ying. I hope that you have felt celebrated today. Wanted."

"Are you kidding me? Every year my birthday is the best, better than everyone else's. Because you're a massive sap and you're so good. So good. I— Lan Zhan, let's go home, okay? Let's watch a movie or something. Oh! And let's kiss some more? That was good, you are really good."

Lan Wangji finds his mouth again, a chaste press of lips. It's chilly with the cold, but he feels so warm inside. But then, he nods. "Wei Ying can have anything he wants."

"Best birthday ever." Wei Wuxian whispers to himself. Lan Wangji secretly starts making notes to make next year even better.

And little does Wei Wuxian know that when they get back, there's even more cake waiting for him. A delivery of brushes, inks, and paper he'd mentioned he'd wanted in passing. A big jar of aged wine hidden in the closet. A ticket to redeem a visit to the zoo.

Lan Wangji will add a spare set of keys to that list. Wei Wuxian practically spends all his time there anyway. Maybe next year, he'll propose. If this all goes well.

(It does. He proposes next year. Married the year after that. Wei Wuxian deserves to remember his birthday as a day of celebration.

Those dinners they share each year are genuine after that. Happy Birthday, Wei Ying. Happy anniversary, Wei Ying. I love you, Wei Ying.)

#mdzs #wangxian #wangxian au #wei wuxian #happy birthday wei wuxian #mdzs fic #ficlet #lwj #wwx #my fic

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a request: saturn's rings minato finally getting his peace and quiet, only to be rudely interrupted by an unfortunate shinobi?

Hey Anon! Thanks for the Saturn's Rings prompt! More nerd Minato, coming right up! Slight warning I guess, it gets a little bit spicy, but nothing even close to explicit.

Taking it Easy

It had been months since the last time Minato had been able to get a decent night's sleep. With all the non-stop chaos going on around him, he was constantly up late pacing, reading mission reports, or reviewing all the information his shinobi had managed to accumulate over the weeks.

All in all, it's been cataclysmically bad for his mental, physical, and emotional health, and after Tsunade had caught him pulling an all-nighter for the third time in a row, she nearly kicked him all the way back home with strict orders to rest or she would make him. Nursing bruises the size of grapefruit, Minato had stripped and flopped face first into Kushina's chest, fully dedicating himself to the idea of never moving again.

Oddly enough, Kushina seemed to agree, if the arms pinning him in place before rolling the both of them over so he was near smothered by her- ah- stubbornness was any indication. Yeah, he could die happy like this, and Shisui could just take over for him. Perfect.

After a solid twelve hours of rest, Minato wakes up contently groggy, the kind of mental haze that waking shinobi only get safely at home clouding his mind. He dozes, scooting closer to the slip of sunlight warming the bed around half closed curtains. He doesn't hear as the door opens, but groans in pleasure as manicured nails start scratching his sensitive scalp, eyes fluttering open with a relaxed grin.

"Hi," he breathes, feeling warmth suffuse through his soul at the sight of beautiful red hair and violet eyes, a hand unconsciously reaching up to stroke her cheek.

"Hello yourself," she giggles with a kind of fondness that can only come from years of shared adoration. "I made lunch for us downstairs. Katsudon. Your favorite."

"Anything you make is my favorite," Minato responds immediately, catching her hand and placing a light kiss on the back of it.

She flushes, swatting at him and glancing away. "Oh, come on you big flirt. We're already married, it's not like you're going to woo me or something."

"Mm, that's a good point," Minato muses, sitting up slowly. "I wonder if I should make a law, just so I can marry you again. We can call it 'Active Shinobi Partnership,' and then it'll be official and everything."

Kushina scoffs, turning fully away from her husband (he can see the bright red staining the tips of her ears, still,) and catching his hand, pulling him towards the door. "That's an abuse of authority, Dobe. Besides, our food is getting cold."

Gods, but wasn't she gorgeous when she was flustered. Minato can't help the dopey grin that breaks out across his face as he trails behind her, a belated "Yes, dear," slipping from his lips as he strokes his thumb across her knuckles. She's so perfect it shouldn't be possible.

It's only when Kushina huffs with embarrassment and sends him a pinched look that Minato realizes he's said it aloud. Ah, well, it's not like it's not true. "What?" he asks, innocent.

"Oh, you know what you absolute sod," she says with an eye roll, shoving Minato into a dining room chair. "You're delirious from hunger, apparently, so sit still while I dish you up."

As she stomps her way into the kitchen, Minato grins and makes no move to stop her. He knows that she's a heady combination of embarrassed, flattered, and concerned for his health right now, so he'll allow his wife her fussing. He always does the same with her any time she's sick, after all.

She returns only seconds later with a bowl piled high with rice, egg, and still-steaming pork. Minato can practically hear himself start to salivate, eyes locking onto the chopsticks help tightly in slender, calloused hands.

"Yes yes, I know," she says with a put-upon sigh, clicking the bowl down in front of him and firmly placing the chopsticks down. "But you're home today, so we're eating together, got it?"

Minato quails a bit at her tone, shrinking down in his chair. Yeah, there was no way he was pissing her off today. "Yes, Kushina," he replies obediently, hands grasping his knees.

She laughs, fondly ruffling his hair like her temper isn't the most infamously feared weapon of mass destruction in all of Konohagakure before walking back into the kitchen to retrieve her own bowl. She's out only a handful of seconds later though, plopping herself down in Minato's lap instead of the half dozen other chairs available, sighing in contentment.

Slinging an arm around his neck to keep her balance, Kushina chirps out a pleased "Itadakimasu!" before digging in, humming. Minato follows suit in distant shock, his famished stomach winning out over his confusion. Distracted, he feels his wife shift in his lap as he shoves some pork in his mouth-

Oh.

Minato feels actual tears well up in his eyes at the absolute symphony of flavor assaulting his tongue. He moans, borderline pornographic and ignores everything around him as Kushina practically collapses with laughter against his chest, shoulders quivering.

He pays no mind. Nothing is more important than eating right now.

"That good, huh," Kushina asks between giggles, trying to catch Minato's eye.

He grunts in answer, not taking a moment to pause in-between shoveling more food in his mouth.

She snorts with a smile, giving him a knowing look. "And you wonder where Naruto gets his table manners from," she mutters, shoving a whole strip of pork in her mouth.

It's mostly silent in the following minutes, the content sounds of chewing and chopsticks clicking against the bottoms of dwindling bowls echoing around the otherwise empty house. Minato sighs in wholehearted satisfaction as he sets his bowl down on the table, hands coming to rest lightly around Kushina's waist.

(Never squeezing while she's eating. He'd learned this the hard way at Ichiraku's after her third bowl of ramen and his curiosity had started to get the better of him.)

She leans up and kisses him on the mouth really quite suddenly, dropping her empty bowl inside his own. "It was good, then?" she asks, clasping both hands around his neck.

"Very," he agrees, nuzzling her neck.

"Mm, do you want any more?" she murmurs as he begins to lay soft kisses against the delicate skin there, goosebumps rising in their wake.

"No, that was plenty enough for me," Minato responds lazily, letting teeth lightly sink into her shoulder with just enough pressure to pinch.

Kushina gasps, shivering as she presses closer to him, a hand coming up to pull at his hair. "You have the whole day today?" she inquires breathlessly, her other hand sliding down Minato's chest and pulling at his shirt.

"Doctor's orders," he agrees, pressing a kiss to the red mark blooming against her pale skin. "You got this nice new mattress for me, and to think we haven't had the opportunity to break it in yet."

"A shame," Kushina replies, licking her lips and finding his eyes with her own. "Let's fix that, yeah?"

Minato groans before he can help himself, hand sliding under her soft thighs before he smoothly slides to his feet and starts towards their room. "Too long," he murmurs between enthusiastic kisses. "It's been way too long."

"God yes," Kushina agrees, hand fumbling behind her as she unhooks her bra, butt hitting the mattress and scooting backwards until she can feel the headboard. "And you can make it up to me by-"

An earth-shattering BOOM! shakes the windows of their home, freezing Minato in place, shirt half off over his head.

Please, no.

Not now of all times.

Both of them sense as an ANBU breaches the seals surrounding their home, a sharp knock penetrating the frozen silence.

"It's your day off," Kushina says, a mixture of denial and disbelief coloring her tone. "There can't seriously be anything so big they can't handle it themselves."

Minato hesitates, every cell in his body curling in revulsion at the idea of answering the door. "Shikaku should have it handled. They're probably just giving me a courtesy heads up. If I don't answer, surely they'll just-"

He's cut off by another knock on the door, this time louder and a little more insistent.

All is still for a moment as they absorb the fact that no, this is not, in fact, an issue that is going to go away.

"I'll kill them," Kushina snarls suddenly, breaking the silence. Her tone brokers no room for argument as she flies off the bed, ripping Minato's cloak off a nearby hook and wrapping it around herself, stalking towards the door.

"Kushina, please don't-" Minato tries, pushing down his own fury in fear of his ANBU's life, but shuts up abruptly as flaming eyes meet his own.

"Wanna try that again?" she hisses, vibrating in rage as another, borderline frantic knock raps against the door.

"No, dear," Minato breathes, watching in helpless horror as she flings the front door open.

"WHAT?" Kushina roars, KI flowing out of her like a river of fire as Karasu flinches backwards, cowering.

"I am looking for Hokage-sama, Kushina-san," he whimpers, making himself as small as possible and doing everything he can to keep his eyes off of her half-exposed chest.

"You think I'm not aware of that," she seethes, free hand clenching into a fist. "He's right here. Someone had better be fucking dying."

Karasu whimpers again, eyes desprestly locking onto Minato's slowly shaking head. "It's just, that Jiraiya-sama, he uh, well, that is to say that Tsunade-sama and him, um-"

"Get on with it," Kushina growls, every inch the fearless Kunoichi she is.

"Jiraiya-sama was peaking in the baths when Tsunade-sama entered, so she destroyed a wall and is now trying to murder him and anyone who gets in her way!" he wails, sinking to his knees and pressing his forehead to the ground in supplication. "We tried asking Orochimaru-sama for help, but he just told us to let them sort it out themselves! They're tearing up the village, and she'll kill us if we interfere!"

Minato feels something like denial pierce through his mind, quickly followed by the most all-consuming wrath he's ever felt. His one day off in months, and his sensei goes and pulls something like this? He's not even aware of the murderous aura he's giving off until Kushina snatches his wrist, dragging him out of the house and stepping around the shaking ANBU.

"Together?" she asks, voice deceptively calm.

"Together," Minato agrees, warping them both across the village in the blink of an eye, Rasengan already forming in his other palm. His sensei was going to die today, Minato would make sure of it.

And even if he didn't, surely Kushina or Tsunade would handle it for him. It was his day off, after all.

#writing prompt #saturn's rings #naruto #minato x kushina #namikaze minato #Minato's No Good Very Bad Day

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tsuki-sennin · 3 years ago

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Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-i-ve Shi-ppu! Shippu~!

Yeah I know that's pretty obvious, but hey! Revice Ep. 15 is out! I'm gonna get all the obvious jokes I can out before things go horribly, horribly, horribly wrong!

Spoilers, I guess...

-OH, I SEE. She's the only sacrifice while the rest of you chumps get to rule over everyone else with Gifu. ...y'know, maybe you should've kept this under wraps, just saying. You guys are dumb cult leaders.

-Kick his ass, Julio!

-"Atemi!"

-Oh yay, it's Christmas~!

-OH FUCK IT'S CHRISTMAS-

-Okay, everybody, remain calm! As long as we don't progress anything, we should all get out of this alive!

-Where's my Christmas Ducky, Ikki-nii? :c

-It's Christmas, Sakura! You need to relax a little bit, homegirl.

-Remember the series's first ever Christmas special back in 1971 where Colonel Zol accidentally stole a doll from an orphan and decided to kill her because she was a witness to his plan to use a virus to turn everybody in the world into furries? Remember when that was the episode where Hayato punched him off a cliff and he fucking exploded? Death and Christmas really do go hand in hand with this franchise.

-Does Santa taste like eggnog, milk and cookies, peppermint, and fruit cake? Probably.

-Why would you subject yourself to that, Papa!? Do you know what allergy season is like!?

-Oh right, the Gifu stamp. They kinda need that thing, don't they?

-Soooo, George, did Chameleon Guy not see you put that big-ass piece of moldy cheese on it or what?

-Sakura, no. That's a terrible idea.

-Ah yes, the famous Vice swing I've been seeing last week. I wanted to wait to see what that was about, but that is the least unusual thing about this scene.

-There has to be a better way to call in Kagero than just kicking him out. ...or kicking him in, I guess? I'm no expert on demons or dissociative disorders, but I don't think this'd help endear him or Daiji to your plans.

-Oh, never mind, he just... really likes super spicy curry, I guess.

-Oh hai Daiji, welcome back! ...

-We're eating yakiniku tonight~! That's a favorite dish of Tsunagizu lead singer Taro Sato, you know!

-Nya~!

-OH boy, time for the Giftex to make me feel gross again~!

-Oh wow, that pulsating mass has some... distressingly familiar colors, I see. That cross of fire we carry burns real hot this season.

-Do you have to be so unbelievably creepy, dude?

-Man, fuck Gifu! All my homies hate Gifu!

-Don't give up in despair, Julio! What the hell, man? You gotta keep going, they're only four guys!

-Their freaky cult hideout is called Club Freedom are you shitting me

-Gracias, Deadmans!

-Oh boy, this is gonna go completely fine with no issues whatsoever!

-Oh that's a thicc evil shadow arm!

-Stop being impressed George, this place is fucked up!

-HOOHOOHOOOOOO IS IT ALMOST CLUB FIGHT TIME!?

-Reject Gifu. Embrace Lovekov.

-OH FUCK CHAMELEON GUY CAN COPY RIDER FORMS

-...at least Vice's.

-Is this like the Showa era's disguised Rider monsters like Coelocanth Kid or Chameleon Phantom? ...what am I saying, of course it is! But is this like a Verde thing too? Because that'd be very cool if it was both.

-Okay, that was funny. Well played, Kinoshita.

-OHHHHHHH THAT LOOKED PAINFUL OW MY BACK HURTS

-LET'S GOOOO HIROMICCHI

-YESSSSSSSS! KIIIIIIIIIILL!

-Best said in a Steve Harvey voice, of course.

-LET'S FREAKING GO ALL OUT!

-You're gonna carry that weight.

-So, has Jeanne been kicking the shit out of Amahiko this whole time? Because if so I'm very disappointed I didn't get to watch it.

-Sorry Sakura, your English isn't nearly as glorious as Kari-san's yet, but you can get there!

-Sooooooo, Aguilera-sama, did you not know how the Libera Driver worked when you stole it and gave it to Sakura?

-Turtle power! Bazooka-Turtle power, that is! I can't wait to see when Sakura triggers a nuclear explosion, because to be extremely honest, she deserves to for no good reason other than I say so.

-...OH FUCK HE SEES IT

-Oooooh, what's this background track? It sounds great!

-Get fucked, Squid Boy!

-OH NO HIROMI WHAT'S WRONG BRO

-Very rude of my internet to cut out on my while I was getting to the good part, smh

-Double the Arachnid, Double the Venom!

-Just siblings being siblings and also Vice is there :)

-Oh fuck, they're gone. That could happen to someone innocent turning into a Giftex. At least Creepy Counselor Man Amahiko and Sad Sack Lawyer Guy Kudou are dead now.

-Ohhhhhh fuck, they're in there now.

-Oh, George, you are way too happy about that, you need to like... not.

-Wow! Goddamn...

-Ever the good guy, aren'tcha Ikki-nii?

-Yep, guess it's just... up there now.

-HIS FIRST INSTINCT IS JUST TO SUMMON ALL OF HIS DINOSAUR FRIENDS FOR AN ALL OUT ATTACK

-Yeah, that was pretty incredible.

-Ah, neat, Julio's somehow still alive after all that. Nice.

-Ohhhh no, we're only 15 episodes into the season, we're all gonna die soon.

-Fuck the Deadmans, I'm probably gonna spell his name as Jifu as a sign of disrespect.

#kamen rider revice #revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils #kamen rider #revice spoilers #tsuki talks

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shiro-0197 · 4 years ago

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Heyyy love!! Please hold me back I'm gonna fight your pillow >:( tho I am glad you're better. It's good that the pill and water helped :) cheese and Netflix sounds so good right now, what are you watching?

I really understand that, at least you'll get to celebrate it with more people, and that's already such fun. I also had a thought. When new year's eve finally rolls around, Malaysia will be in 2021 two hours earlier than Kazakhstan. I'll be sure to message you during that time period, 😝😝 aaaah that'd be so cool, dont you think?

Omg that is really cool, so it's like adding oc's in the storyline!!! 😣 Kouki Yoshido and Aito Okada sound cool, I already like their positions 🤚😼 and that requires a lot of planning, I'm sure it'll keep you guys busy (in the best way possible, because it's also fun to work on stuff with your friends) tho noooo, please don't say that, I love hearing you talk about stuff, and something you're passionate about like this? Yes please my heart is MELTING 😣💖 makes me love you all the more (which I didn't think was possible ;-;)

omg then you'd love a dish we have here!! I had it earlier, which is why I asked you that question. it's called "pan mee" and it's like, SPICY noodles, with dry chili, pickles, egg, and minced meat and it's so good 😭😭 (and yes I ate it for lunch! Proud for not skipping today xD) tho yes since it's both spicy, and noodles, I think you'd like it. It's a dish native to the Hakka Chinese, and since my grandma was Hakka, she loved it too. Just googled plov. It looks epic :>

aw that cafe sounds wonderful. I really hope you'll someday find it again, and be able to try the green tea :) tho I totally agree with what you've said about pizzas and quiches 😣😣 they finish wayy too fast and before you know it, the whole pizza is gone :<

ahhh Molly sounds like such an adorable name, you must've had a great time with the parrot. (He sounded like such a darling...) It's a shame :( I'm sorry to hear that >:(((

omg that logo was so pretty! The blues 😍😍😍 Here's ours... It's transparent too, so I hope you can see it xD (Leo stands for "leadership, experience, opportunity" which is lame ik😣 but oh well— we're basically a social service club with a whole lot of protocol)

AHH yes Rowling just makes all potterheads look bad. I loved the series ever since I was really young, and I've read the books multiple times, but the author as a person?? Nope. 🙀 I also had a project presentation earlier, and I'm v sure I screwed it up but uh nevermind 😭😣😣😣😣

That gif nooooo skjdksks too cute. And omg what you smile when you think of me? Combusting rn, that's so sweet I'm flustered

I love you so much :)

—Ari

Helloo!!

Ahah, sunshine, would a hug hold you back?^^" Please dont fight my pillow, its ruined as it is now hehe~ really though, the kids messed it up so bad😩

I'm watching Alice in the Borderland, you might've seen Kuro watching that in his stories too, (I checked the name in google and apparently it's also a manga😳 might read it later) It's pretty cool, I only watched two episodes but it's already awesome. It's a good watch, though theres blood and death and sexual scenes, so be careful~

I didnt even think about that, haha! I'm looking forward to it♡^з^ I'm sure itll be amazing!!

I'm really glad you think so, surprisingly those two are my most treasured children😩 even though I wasn't the one to create them XD still I think they're nice little kids. I'm hoping we finish the team soon so I could show you each of them😭

Ehhh I'm glad to hear that~ Its the only passion I have at the moment, and ... did I say that already??? I think I did. Or??? Either way, its really dear to me, and tbh if Liza wasn't busy we'd probably finish it all a lot quicker:( I feel bad cuz shes got a strict mom, but when we're on call they seem to have a pretty good relationship aside from when they're commanding her, so I guess it's not as bad as I thought. Still, she's busy, and barely finds time and place to draw.

Sorry, I'm gonna carry on about Liza for a little bit, because I'm really proud of how shes becoming lately--- I moved out of town a few years ago, maybe three or something, and to be honest I haven't really expected her to improve so much?? It's still got a few problems, but to be honest, the first time I saw her drawing I almost cried because I felt so proud, as I was the one to actually help her with the basics. I guess that's what being friends with artists does to you, but still I got really emotional when I first saw her improvements XD

Oh my god, SPICY NOODLES?? PICKLES????? EGGS????? MINCED MEAT???? SIGN ME THE HELL UP I AM ON MY WAYYYY I am definitely cooking you some plov and I really hope you like it😭😩

I hope so too!! ~and it especially sucks when you're in a big family, Kuro's been crying about how he got one slice of pizza when the kids ate everything every time💀 makes me wanna adopt him even more tbh JSHDJSJD

He was!! That month was hard because my dog also died, I miss them all so much🥺

OH it looks so good!!! The abbreviation (is that the word😭) is really cool too?? I love the lions hehe, big hairy cats go grrr

True true true, I absolutely can't stress enough how much struggle it is when the author is a bad person. I've been listening to a group, but the leader is an abusive/manipulative prick apparently, so the songs are like a guilty pleasure. I literally cant stop listening to them cuz their songs are the most relatable thing I've ever heard, but yet, it's sad to see that the one who wrote them is not a good person :<

Oh, I'm sure you didnt? I dont know the details though, but even if you did, please dont worry!! I'm sure you got the point through, and that's what's important:) No one can do everything perfectly, so dont stress about it<3

Hehehhe, no way, you're cuter😠❤❤ of course I do, your messages are one of the main sources of serotonin for me😝💞

I love you too!! Hope you're doing good<3

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