#also thinking about it and realizing that they don’t really wear black hats

[stormsthatrage]

Have three (and a half?) ideas/sketches for the very beginning of the Two Idiots and a Temporal Incident Bleach AU. I made Ichigo a girl in this post because I have a deep-seated desire for more female Bleach characters that a) aren't constantly being rescued and b) aren't hyper-sexualized.

Snippet 1:

Two months after she killed Aizen, Ichigo came to the abrupt realization that she was ready to murder again. 

“Grimmjow,” she said, “if you don’t eat that somewhere else, I am going to kill you.”

Grimm lifted his head to look up at her. The rotted arm hanging from his mouth twitched as he ground down, evidently severing some sort of muscle between his teeth. This was unfortunately the last straw for the limb’s integrity; a large chunk of slimy skin sloughed off, landing on the bare dirt with a horrifically wet plop.

Ichigo told herself she was not going to vomit. 

The back of her throat tightened and her mouth filled with saliva.

She was not going to vomit.

Grimm locked eyes with her. Reached out a clawed hand to pick up the goopy chunk. Brought it towards his lips.

Ichigo contorted herself, leaning out over the side of the boulder she was sitting on, and heaved. Breakfast came up — a protein bar — and so did lunch — another protein bar.

Over the sound of her own gags, she heard him say, “And you think I’m disgusting?”

She gagged one last time, gave herself a second to be sure it really was the last time, and then reached out blindly for her sword hilt. Her fingers scrabbled over cold stone and found Zangetsu’s pommel, and then she was leaping down from the rock, fueled by the blood-thirst of someone a little too far past done with another person’s shit.

Grimm laughed as she crashed down on him, his breath powerful enough that she smelled the sound as equally as she heard it — but he had dropped the arm, and now she got to try and beat his face in, so it was a victory even if it was a Pyrrhic one.

Pantera caught Zangetsu’s edge (a brief connection, a split second of perfect understanding: grief pushed down and buried deep; a growing restlessness, born from the pointless question of now what; desperation to pretend the world remained as it was, before the war, before it was all broken, before they two were the last-) and Grimm shoved upward. Ichigo moved with the force of the block, springing backward and landing in a crouch. He grinned at her, more of a baring-of-teeth than a smile, and lunged forward.

And off they went, the two of them, playing pretend in a forest that was shrinking every day, the unraveling of reality itself closing in.

Snippet 2:

The sky was a perpetual, vibrant blue. 

Ichigo hadn’t stopped to ponder the color of the End of Everything before, well, everything ended. But she thinks if she had, she would have expected it to be black.

Black, like nothing. Black, the color of absence. 

But it turns out that the threshold of the apocalypse — where spacetime was being ripped apart, atoms and quarks torn open and destroyed — glowed.

Hat-and-Clogs had explained it before Aizen had killed him. In a twist of cosmic irony, blue was the color of sunny days and also nuclear fission. And so above them burned a spherical shell of brilliant blue, eating its way closer through the fabric of reality.

And beyond the shell, past the threshold? No color at all there, not even black, just a complete nothing.

There was a pun there, about moths and Aizen’s monstrous transformation and the destruction of fabric and possibly an emperor left wearing no clothes. If Renji had been there, he would have made it. Ichigo wasn’t drunk enough to do it for him. 

Spirits, she missed him. She missed them all, with their stupid jokes and annoying — 

“Can you shut up?” Grimm said. “I would, actually, like to fall asleep sometime this year.”

Ichigo stopped staring at the sky to roll over onto her side, squinting through decaying grass to peer at him. “I haven’t said anything?”

“But you were thinking. I know because I could hear you straining.”

Ichigo considered that, and then rolled over twice more, until she was close enough to Grimm to kick him.

Parallel to her in the grass, he tensed, bracing for a strike.

The joke was on him, though, that wasn’t her move. She let out a horrid, caterwauling wail, doing her best approximation of a drunkard trying to perform an aria. In her opinion, she managed the imitation quite well; the sound was positively, excruciatingly awful. 

Grimm launched himself across the remaining ground between them, landing on top of her and desperately trying to muffle the noise leaving her mouth. “Shut up, shut up, shut up - ”

She laid off screeching in favor of employing a technique all siblings learn early in life: licking the hand trying to silence you.

Grimm recoiled, skittering away and frantically wiping his hand on the ground. “I hate you!” he cried.

Ichigo cackled, and he turned his head to stare at her, shoulders hunched and eyes wide, posture all offended-cat. But there was something else in his eyes, too — something a little self-satisfied, maybe.

She huffed. “Go to sleep, moron,” she said, and closed her eyes. 

Snippet 3:

They stood over Aizen’s corpse. Just the sight of it was enough to make Ichigo’s hands shake with a mixture of fear and anger.

Soul King.

They had avoided this place by unspoken agreement, before now. Had wandered through what little forest remained, staying as far away from here as they could without getting too close to the boundary.

After all, why return? All it was was a reminder of how they had failed. How they hadn’t defeated him. Hadn’t killed him until he had already won in every way that mattered.

So, naturally, their return was prompted by nothing less than what Ichigo suspected was the stupidest plan to ever be created, synthesized from pure frustration, a deep lack of comprehension of kido theory, and the complete assurance that whatever they did, they couldn’t make things worse.

“The bastard didn’t even have the decency to rot,” Grimm said.

It was true. Aizen’s body lay there, perfectly preserved by the hogyoku, as the universe decayed around him instead.

“Looking at it makes me want to kill him again, you know?” Grimm added, kicking the side of the corpse. It was not a gentle kick. Something audibly crunched under his toe. “I feel like once just wasn’t enough.”

Ichigo breathed out. Breathed in. “Well,” she said, and her voice was as still and steady as Hat-and-Clogs could teach her, “if this works, we’ll get a second chance. Better make it satisfying, though, because I sure as hell don’t want to do this a third time.”

Grimm’s fangs glinted blue in the light of The End. “Oh, I have no doubt I will enjoy the opportunity immensely.” 

He crouched down and put one hand over the spot Aizen’s heart should have been. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked. “Your gargantas have always been shit, you know, and your kido is worse.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she said. “Just do it already.”

And so Grimm unsheathed his claws and plunged his hand into Aizen’s chest. With a series of crunching snaps, a wet sucking sound, and a tide of the stench of iron, he ripped the hogyoku out of Aizen’s chest.

He cradled the tiny ball of divinity between both palms. Ichigo’s hands wrapped tightly around his. The two of them dripped gore and power from their fingers.

Focusing together, with neither array nor incantation, they imagined a clock, spinning backwards, and wished.

The hogyoku glowed, awakening from its sleep.

Blue light turned blinding white.

And everything came undone.

Snippet 3.5ish:

In a shocking turn of fate, the two’s methodology was successful.

But there was one factor — one small but vital factor — that they both forgot.

The type of time travel they embarked on required so much energy because, at its heart, it required undoing. In order to write a different book on pages that have already been printed, the pages must first be erased.

Under normal circumstances, the energy required to do this to a whole universe would be so immense as to be prohibitive. 

With a hogyoku, doing so became possible, but very, very difficult.

Doing so with a hogyoku, with the entirety of the universe already undone, save for few cubic miles?  

Well. The energy for that, dear reader, is peanuts.

And so the two time travelers, who had poured all the energy they could into the hogyoku in the desperate hope of landing far enough back to make a difference, found themselves flung back not two months, not two years, not even two decades, but about two centuries.

… There was, perhaps, a reason, that when everyone was still alive, those two were never put in charge of strategy.

[suggsnkisses]

🤠

[thehmn]

I finally got to watch Viften (Empire) and it’s such a fascinating movie. It was written by Anna Neye who also plays Anna Heegaard, a rich free black woman who’s dating the Danish governor of the island.

It’s sold as an absurdist comedy and I think there’s no other way to describe it. There aren’t any real jokes but you often end up laughing at the absurdity of it all.

It’s extremely honest about the horrors Danes put the black population through but thankfully it only shows it in quick flashes of art as seen in the trailer. I once watched a video where they explained why most women aren’t into slasher movies and why black people generally don’t rewatch movies about racism and slavery. It’s because the the horrors shown are very real fears and a fact of life so the only people who can really enjoy watching a woman get horribly murdered as entertaining are men and only white people can watch a black person getting whipped to death with cinematic lighting and have a fun night out. By showing the horrors in art they get to be clear about exactly what is going on without coming off as exploitative.

But it’s also very honest about the ways a society based on slavery fucks with everyone. Most of the servants at the manor are slaves except the cook who bought her own freedom years ago. She tells the housekeeper Petrine that some day she too will be able to buy her freedom and get her own slave. That’s right, the freed black people aspire to get their own slaves because that’s the sort of values a society like this instills in people. And Anna tries to be as nice as possible to her own slaves but doesn’t take her own success for granted and is more afraid of an uprising than her white lover and ends up doing some really horrible things to her slaves to keep them down.

It also touches on how people viewed being black or white back then. That it wasn’t all about skin colour but also status. That’s why all the white people treat Anna as one of them. She’s a rich, educated lady so of course she’s “white”. Even Anna express contempt at being called black because she doesn’t work in the field. The poor freed black people also call Petrine white because she dress and acts like a Dane. Not as in “you are pretending to be white” but as in you are white.

And hats off to the director Frederikke Aspöck. There’s a scene where a woman buys her freedom and they put on a symbolic slave auction where she gets up on the podium and bids on herself. All the white neighbors have come to witness it because it’s seen as this joyous day and they all clap, she’s offered to drink with them and she’s all smiles. The director managed to make the scene wholesome while highlighting the absurdity of it and all you can do is chuckle because what the fuck? The white people think it’s a good thing that she’s free but continue to keep and mistreat their own slaves, and she no doubt dreams of getting her own down the road. It’s very much depicted as institutionalized racism and not just “a few bad eggs”.

And I didn’t know where to put this but there’s a lot of interesting symbolism going on with Anna’s dresses. She always wears dresses that match the colors of the rooms she’s in, establishing her as fully part of the system, but as she begins to realize that the Danish state will never see her as fully equal her colors start to clash with her surroundings.

I watched it on Netflix and it has English subtitles so it should be somewhere for English speakers to watch if you feel so inclined.

[libraryraccoon]

The Aeon Of Creation : Surprise ?

P1 (here) -> P2 (coming soon)

TW : English isn't my first language, bad english. Spoil Penacony quests.

Gender : Male/GN

Pronouns used : He/They

Info : I was sad when I haven't found any hsr sahsr au, so I decided to write one.

There was an Aeon that everyone know in the universe.

The first Aeon that have been appeared, The Aeon Of Creation.

It’s said that The Aeon Of Creation was the first being that had appear, that it’s them that have create the universe, the worlds, and that have created the others Aeons. That it’s them that say who can be an Aeon.

But no one has seen them for a while now. Even the others Aeons were worried, even Nanook.

It’s only decades later that a trailblazer saw them.

<----->

His name was Caelus, he was in a dream at Penacony when he meet them.

They seems so familiar, but also they seems like a stranger.

“Excuse me.” Said the grey hair, looking at the h/c hair. “Have we met before ?”

They had h/l h/c hair, e/c, s/c, and they were wearing a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater on top, a trench coat, black pants and shoes.

They had a men body, and they look like a men in every way. But, more Caelus was watching them, more they don’t seems to be human, and more they remember him someone- but he don’t know who.

It was.. strange.

“Maybe yes, maybe no.. Who know ?” ask the person-thing. “I'm sorry, I have a bad memory."

They were lying, Caelus didn’t know how, but he just know it.

He hate when people lie to him.

“I’m Y/N and my pronouns are he/him. Just a person traveling in the universe. Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself lifting his hat a little in a sort of reverence- since when did he have a hat ?!

Caelus ask no question -he was used to things like that.

“I’m Caelus, a nameless.” He said, Compared to usual, he didn't make a joke or show off like he usually did. He didn’t really think about it at that moment.

<----->

Caelus was often with Y/N.

They was what we can called ‘best friend’.

Every time Caelus was in Penacony, he would go straight to Y/N.

Y/N gave off a sort of comforting and familiar aura. One that he found difficult to part with. Maybe the reason he clung so tightly to his friend was to avoid a repeat of Firefly, to protect him. Caelus didn't know, and he didn't search for an answer, focusing on the present.

“Caelus ! Do attention ! I swear one day you will die soon if you continue like that !” His friend swore as Caelus passed on the road to join him, not paying attention to the passing cars, almost being run over by one.

Caelus only give a nervous laugh at that.

<----->

Being the Aeon of Creation for them was boring.

They knew everything, having nothing to learn. That annoyed them. They wanted to learn, to discover things.

But with their creations worshiping them, some much, MUCH, more than others, it was impossible. So they took a human form and visited the planets, the worlds, that they had created from another point of view.

<----->

Humans were very attached to all this gender and sex stuff, so they took on a masculine appearance and he/him pronouns. Like that, they really look like the other humans ! Well, except for their blood. They had a blood that was like the universe, no, that was like their blood was the universe ! Just like their tears. And it's never touching the ground, disappearing in the air. They had to be careful for not being hurt or crying in front of people (but why and how they know their tears colors ?)

They was travelling alone until they meet him.

He was a boy with short grey hair and yellow eyes. His name was Akivili.

They traveled the universe together, in the Express.

Akivili was their first friend, their first best friend,

Their first love.

They were really closed, and the Aeon realized too late that they were falling for him.

The day they wanted to confess, Akivili disappeared.

The Aeon of Creation have done all for finding him, but always in a human form, they didn’t want people to realize who they was.

And, one day, in a dream they meet someone that look like Akivili.

His name was Caelus, a nameless, just like Akivili.

The Aeon of Creation thought that maybe, just maybe, he was Akivili, a reincarnation, or a descendant of him. They were sure the two were related.

Especially that he have the name Akivili wanted to give to his son.

The day before the Creator turn Akivili into an Aeon.

“Hey, if one day you have a kid, what name will you give them ?” ask Akivili.

“Huh- I don’t know ?” said the Aeon confused. They thought about how everyone always gives two names to this question, one feminine and one masculine. “Aether if it’s a boy and Stelle if it’s a girl.”

“Great names. You’re always creatives for names.” Said the mortal.

“And you ?”

“Caelus if it’s a boy and Lumine if it’s a girl.” Akivili answer easily.

Akivili always had something for picking great name.

It’s him who gave them the name Y/N after all. 

So, for knowing who really Caelus was, they decided to stay with him.

Of what they had understood, he lost a dear friend, so Y/N helped him at the same time with all his grief thing.

And that worked ! Well, in a way ?

Caelus was feeling better now that Y/N was here, but he was what mortals called ‘clingy’.

The Aeon found that funny – Akivili was always clingy with them when he was tired. So that make them think of the past.

They was happy to compare Caelus to Akivili, making some theories about it, and not to some creep that prayed them..

Maybe The Aeon Of Creations have what mortals called a trauma caused by a few of their believers.

<----->

The Aeon Of Creation is traumatized of all this Sagau imposter AU/j I thought making the creator having a universe color blood and tears will be funny because, you know, they created it- The Creator thinking Caelus is Akivili is an idea that would hurt when it will be more developed.

[horsesarecreatures]

Attendees of the 2023 USEA Annual Meeting & Convention were in for a real treat with this year’s keynote speaker, Dr. Temple Grandin. Dr. Grandin is an icon in the worlds of agriculture and autism and is most notably known for applying her own experiences as an autistic individual to her studies on how stress impacts both humans and animals. In this year’s keynote address, Dr. Grandin shared several different scenarios encountered in both her studies and the studies of her animal science students at Colorado State University that apply to the equestrian community. Take a look at some of our favorite takeaways from this year’s keynote address below:

1. Animals live in a sensory-based world. Get away from verbal language to understand animals and instead evaluate what is the animal hearing, smelling, and touching and use that to your advantage when exposing your horse to objects that often spook them.

“Sudden new things are scary for people with autism and for animals. If your horse is afraid of flags, don’t shove it in their face.," she said. "Decorate their pasture fence or arena fence with flags and let them walk up to it on their own.”

2. Exposure, conducted in the right manner, is the best training tool for your horse.

“A lot of animals lead sheltered lives," said Dr. Grandin. "I had a chance to go to the Keeneland Thoroughbred sale [Lexington, Kentucky], and the horses were terrified of the auctioneer because they hadn’t been trained for the sound of the auctioneer's voice. They also hadn’t been prepared for a strange groom or handler to hold them. What I realized was that when a horse was swapped from his regular groom to a new person, the horse became anxious and let out a giant shriek. I noticed that noise. I don’t think anybody wants to make that stressful mess, but they did. Now the horse was alone in this strange, creepy, scary new place, and his regular groom was gone. You have to expose your animals to enough different things.”

3. Horses think in pictures which can impact how and why they spook at certain objects.

“This is an interesting study that one of my students did that explains why a horse might suddenly spook. If you look at this playset, you will notice that it looks totally different when it's rotated. My students walked young fillies and colts past this playset 15 times at the walk, until the horses just walked by it without stopping, raising their heads up, or flaring their nostrils. When this thing was turned, it became a new thing. It became something different.”

4. Everything feels different to horses at different gaits.

“The saddle feels different at a walk, trot, and canter," she said. "I suggest to students to put a backpack on and then walk, trot, and canter so they can see how it feels different. Sometimes you have to go slow and think about how you are going to introduce things to your horse. Since they are sensory-based, it is much more specific.”

5. Animals are very fear specific. Keep that in mind when dealing with a horse who habitually exhibits fear as a response to certain stimuli or when trying to expose a horse to something new.

“This horse was terrified by black cowboy hats because he associated a really bad experience with a person wearing a black cowboy hat," she said. "So black cowboy hats were very frightening, but white cowboy hats were fine—it was very specific. Now, if I put the black cowboy hat on the ground, it was a lot less scary, but as I brought that hat toward my head, it got more and more scary. And the problem with fear memories is that they are very, very difficult to get rid of. So let's try to not have that.”

6. Animals have emotions and, just like in humans, each animal or each horse is going to be very different in the way they manage their individual emotions.

“Fear is a proper scientific word," said Dr. Grandin. "When I first started doing scientific research in the early '90s, I wasn’t allowed to use the word 'fear' as they said it wasn’t scientific to assign human emotions to animals. But now we know that animals have emotions; they definitely do. Fear is real, and some animals genetically are going to have higher fear responses than other animals. It turns out with me that my fear center is three times larger than normal. You can have animals that are higher fear or low fear. An animal that is high fear is an animal that gets scared more easily; their heart rate and cortisol levels go up more, and when you put that animal in a high-stress situation they are more likely to get sick.”

7. The best thing for your horse is to let them be a horse.

“We have to look at what animals need," she said. "Dogs in an animal shelter need 45 minutes every day of funsies with the volunteer, that is what they need because we have bred them to be social. A lot of horses need to get out and run around in the pasture just to have a chance to be a horse. I am concerned that some horses are so locked up in stalls. You’ve got stallions with abnormal behavior? It’s because they have never learned that give and take of social relationships with other animals. Does the animal have a life worth living? Does it have a positive, fun, experience? Does it get to do things it likes to do? For a horse, that is getting out and running around. You want to let the horse have positive, happy experiences.”

8. Horses can be life-changing for people of all backgrounds, but especially for kids with autism.

“When I was in a regular high school, I got bullied and teased for being autistic," Dr. Grandin shared. "So I went away to a special school where horses became my life. The only place I had friends was when I was riding horses or getting horses ready for shows. I learned how to work with horses and there are a lot more troubled teenagers today who cleaning horse stalls, taking care of horses, and getting involved could be the best thing that has ever happened to them.”

[dearestdolly444]

Can tadc have victorian goth witch ? Her favourite film probably would be Love Witch...

Her dress and her witch hat has spider and siper webs accessory..

And calls them all with a "darling" nickname in a platonic way and kinda she is like a rich aunt to them and she is a good listener and has dark humor too

İ loved your blog btw

⛧°。⋆TADC x witchy!reader⋆。°⛧

Giggles this is my first anon request

As a witch, this made me so happy to get! I love that movie so much omg. And thank you cutie💕

If you’d like a part two let me know<3

Warnings: implied platonic, but could be seen as romantic

Characters: Caine, Gangle, Kinger

now playing…

Caine

- Lets be honest, he’s not going to approve of your choice in movies. The Love Witch isn’t exactly PG… but he’ll let you watch Sabrina The Teenage Witch! That’s close enough, right—?

- He might let you tone down the colours of your bedroom, but doesn’t let you change it to dark colours like black, sadly. Still have to keep the circus theme!

- Caine likes your style but would try to coax you to wear something more colourful. Maybe try a bright yellow! Or a neon pink! No? Oh well, maybe next time (it won’t work next time either).

- Calls you nicknames right back! A shortened version of your name, “dear,” or maybe “toots.” Gets a bit more peppy-in-his-steppy when you call him something when he’s not expecting it.

- Appreciates when you listen to the other circus members issues. It means less abstractions, which means less work for him… but really, he does find it quite helpful and sweet!

- Does not, however, appreciate your sense of humour. Will probably slap a censor on you when he thinks you’re being ”inappropriate” so you’ll have to tone it down, at least around him.

Gangle

- She’s attached to you, honestly. She just gets so happy and giddy when you call her “darling.” Depending on her mask, she might even give you a small nickname back. She’s be very shy about it, though…

- Adores your style even though she wouldn’t personally wear it. It just looks so good on you, probably not on her, though. She’s feel very flattered if you offered to dress her up, or even in the real world AU do her makeup. She’d probably let you but don’t go to heavy on everything. And it’s not staying on for a long time. She doesn’t like to feel very confined.

- Gangle will vent to you if you let her. If she’s feeling sad, she’ll seek you out to help her. She’ll either want comfort or light advice, so ask her beforehand.

- She finds 1/2 your humour hilarious and the other 1/2 kind of spooky… it really depends on her mask that day. She might make jokes with you or she might just give you a “😨” kind of look, LMAO😭

- Might watch movies with you, but she’ll cling to your arm when scary parts pop up. It’s not that she doesn’t like the movies or shows, it just creeps her out a little.

Kinger

- He’s a little afraid of you at first. He thinks you’ll curse him or something. He gets used to you, but sometimes he’ll scream and run away when you just appear there (He didn’t see you walk in).

- Once you’re there for a couple digital months he gets much more comfortable and even invites you in his pillow fort! Please say yes, it’ll make him so happy. Speaking of activities, he would also ask to find insects with you, seeing how you seem to like spiders. He probably thought you had real spiders on your clothes before he realized they were just decoration.

- Bless his soul, he doesn’t understand your humour. He asks about your jokes every time, and at this point you just pat him on the head and tell him not to worry about it.

- He likes to rant to you about anything. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense, but you still listen. It makes him really excited to talk about how he once saw a game show that starred dogs in his dreams. And he also likes to vent, but it ends up in him talking about his next grand pillow fort..

- He giggles slightly when you call him petnames. If he had feet, they would be kicking. He probably doesn’t call you anything back, but he appreciates it! If he does call you something, it’s “dear.”

[strniohoeee]

oooh i have a request. Chris and y/n get set up on a blind date but they’ve been enemies (?? or just like lots of annoyance towards eachother) since high school and haven’t seen eachother since they blew up on yt so it’s been a minute. they try to make the night fun but can’t seem to shake the annoyance but Chris invites her back to his place and she reluctantly agrees. He starts feeling some type of way and yk the rest hehe (SMUTTY SMUT SMUT pls, lots of “baby” “Princess” “always knew you would be such a slut for me” 😇)

Corrival

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is sent on a blind date by her friend, but what happens when she recognizes the guy….will she pursue him, or will she let the memories of her past control her decision🗣️

Warnings⚠️: This is so long I FORGOT WHATS IN IT, but there SMUT🤭

Song for the imagine: I hate everything about you- Three Days Grace

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

“Chloe…IM NOT GOING ON A BLIND DATE” I spoke loudly into the phone

“Stop being annoying, and literally go out! Like give him a chance he’s a great guy” she said on the other line

“You don’t understand my taste….you pick the worst guys for me” I told her putting my laundry away

“I promise you! You’ll be thanking me after this date”she said

“What makes you think this?” I asked her

“Because I know the guy, and he’s really nice. I immediately thought he would be perfect for you” she said

“Fine whatever. What day, what time and what’s the place” I asked her rolling my eyes

“Yayyy! Okay so it’s Thursdays night, over at the restaurant in downtown I can’t remember the name, and at 7pm” she said

“You’re sending me to downtown Boston…ALONE” I asked her

“Would you relax, it's a Thursday at 7pm, and you’ll have the guy to protect you. Also the restaurants called Foxtrot” she said

“Fine, and if this date suck you owe me so much money” I told her before hanging up on her

It was now Thursday, and I was getting ready to meet this mystery man at Foxtrot. The restaurant seemed nice but not anything fancy, probably similar to a chain restaurant . I decided on wearing black wide leg cargo pants with a fitted cropped black shirt that said screw you on the back in red with red screws on the front, and my red and white air Jordan 11 retros. It was simple but it was hot. I flat ironed my hair and did my makeup. I took some pics for instagram, and posted them, and I posted one to my close friends on instagram

“Going on a blind date wish me luck, thanks @chloethedawn 🙃”

I had ubered to the restaurant, and got out Chloe had texted me before I got there, that the mystery man was sitting in the last booth all the way in the back on the right hand side. I went in and told the hostess I was meeting someone, and she allowed me back

I walked towards the back, and all I saw was someone with a hat with their head down, and when he lifted his head, my mouth dropped….. I’m going to kill Chloe.

Flashback

I had just moved to Boston sophomore year of high school, and didn’t have any friends. That was until I met Chloe and Nick who then introduced me to Alana, and then they introduced me to Nicks brothers Chris and Matt.

I became really close with Chloe and then Nick, but Chloe was my best friend. I even considered her a sister. She was always with Nick, so it would always be Chloe, Nick, Alana and I hanging over at nicks house

Slowly I started talking to Matt, and him and I became friends, and I tried to talk to Chris, but he was such a fucking dick all the time.

He was rude to me at school and outside of school. What sucked was that I really started to have a crush on him, and I tried to be as nice as I could. I think he realized I had a crush on him, so he started to be extra mean to me.

Chloe knew how much I hated yet loved him at the same time. She didn’t understand how I could like someone I hated, but I told her my brains fucked up

As we moved into junior year of high school my feelings for Chris never ever went away. In fact they got stronger day by day. I was still hanging out with all them, so it didn’t help that I saw his face every single day

We all had the same lunch, so we all sat together everyday as well. Everything was decent until one day we were chatting at lunch

“How much money to date y/n” Alana asked everybody

“Alana what the fuck” I said laughing at her

“To date four eyes? I’d rather kill myself” Chris said laughing

I think that was the day I truly started to hate myself, and how I looked because the comment Chris made meant he truly took in my appearance before saying anything.

That day was the reason I started to stop hanging out with them. I hung out with Chloe always, but rarely ever with Nick or Alana.

Towards the end of junior year I made a few new friends, and sat with them at lunch. Chloe understood, but she still felt bad that I let Chris words get to me

When senior year rolled around the triplets started to get a following on YouTube, and everyone at the school wanted to be their friend. I still talked to Nick and Matt, but I mainly stood friends with Chloe and Alana.

Senior year I started wearing my hair down, and I got contact lenses. Some boy started to notice me, but Chris was still a dick. He sat behind me in 7th period, and always called me four eyes, or made fun of me to his lacrosse friends who were near us. He would put stuff in my hair, click my hair and poke me. But I just ignored him no matter how much he pissed me off.

After senior year I went to community college, and only kept in contact with Chloe. The triplets started to get even more famous, and we just all grew apart. I went two years of no Chris, and slowly my feelings faded away.

Flashback over

Why in the fuck Chloe sent me on a date with this asshole was beyond me. It had been a little over two years at this point, of knowing nothing about Chris and his brothers.

Seeing him sitting there made me so angry, but nonetheless I walked over, and sat down across from him

“Hi” I said looking at him

“Hey” he said looking up and putting his phone down

He stuck his hand out for me to shake which I did

“Why do you look so familiar” he said after I shook his hand

“You don’t remember me Christopher?” I asked him

“Are you Chloe’s friend?” He asked me

“Yeah, and Alana’s….and I was Nicks….and Matt’s” I said waiting for the light bulb moment to happen

“I don’t recall” he said scratching his neck

“7th period history….senior year” I said looking at him

“Holy shit….youre four eyes” he said all giddy

“Im so glad to see that things never fucking change” I said rolling my eyes

“Sorry. Sorry I meant Y/N” he said shaking his head

“Yup….” I said rolling my eyes

“It’s been so long” he said taking a sip of his Pepsi

“Yeah, and I really wish it stood that way” I said looking for the waiter, so I could order myself a drink

“You left us” he said

“Gee I wonder why” I said smiling at him

“I wonder too. Nick was so sad when you stopped coming around” he said

“You wonder? Let me jog your memory. Junior year, lunch table, you called me four eyes, and said you’d rather kill yourself than date me” I said scoffing at him

“Oh…it wasn’t that serious though” he said waving his hand at me

“Wasn’t that serious…wow Chris you’re such a fucking airhead. Literally nothing has changed since high school” I said as I locked eyes with a waitress and waved her over

“I never meant for it to hurt you” he said

“Yeah well it did” I said crossing my arms over my chest

The waiter came over, and took my drink order, and also took our food order

“So uh…” he said trying to break the awkward silence

“What?” I asked him with an attitude

“I’m not sure what’s the attitude about, but I’ll ignore it” he said

“Christopher I don’t fucking like you, you were such a dick to me in high school, and seeing your face brought back all those terrible memories” I told him taking a sip of my root beer

“I’ve changed you know” he said rolling his eyes at me

“Still doing nothing with your life?” I asked him

“Actually, no. Nick, Matt and I got into the social media game and stood with it. We have over 5 million YouTube subscribers and over 7 million tik tok followers, and we just got back from tour” he said smiling at me, now I felt like the idiot

“Oh….even though I hate you I’m happy for you” I said trying not to smile at him

“Thanks! And how about you?” He asked

“Well um I finished my two years at college, and I’m a makeup artist right now, and that’s about it” I said shrugging my shoulders

“You know I’ve seen your work on instagram. I follow your makeup page. You’re really good” he said to me

“You follow my makeup page” I asked shocked

“Well yeah! I might’ve been a dick to you in high school, but I didn’t hate you” he said in a matter of fact way

“Oh….well thanks” I said, and at the same time our food came out

We started to eat, and not really chatting, just exchanging glances here and there.

“I saw you went to a Nardo Wick concert a few weeks ago” Chris randomly brought up

“Man I didn’t know you were watching me. I wouldn't have removed you off of social media” I said laughing a little bit

“Like I said I didn’t hate you” he said taking a sip of his drink

“But uh yeah I went to Nardos concert” I said

“Didn’t know you liked that type of music” he said

“Christopher…I moved here from New York I love hoodrat music like that” I told him

“I forgot” he said shaking his head

“What’s your favorite song?” I asked him

“Only if we can say it at the same time” he said

“Fine on the count of 1” I told him

“1,2,3 WICKED WITCH” we both yelled

“NO FUCKING WAY” we both said and started to laugh

“Alright Y/N I see you” he said nodding his head

“I guess we do have a lot in common then” I said looking at him

We spent the rest of the dinner laughing and catching up. I was starting to hate that him and I had a lot in common

“Man Chris if you were like this in highschool we would’ve been best friends” I told him

“I was an ass in high school” he said laughing

“You were, but it’s okay you’ve grown up” I said nodding my head at him

He looked at me for a split second like he was contemplating something

“Hey…wanna come to my house?” He said

“Ummm I’m not too sure Chris” I said

“Nick and Matt will be there” he said

“Yeah, but I don’t know” I said back

“Oh come on” he said

“Uhhh fine I guess” I said giving in

The waitress came back with the bill, and Chris immediately took care of it. Wow what a gentleman

After paying we got up and left walking out the door and to the right

“Where’d you park?” I asked him

“Park?” He asked confused

“Do you still not drive?” I asked rolling my eyes

“Nope!” He said all proud

“You really are a loser” I told him laughing

“Do you drive?” He asked me

“Yes, but I Ubered here. My car got totaled a month ago” I said

“Oh god!” He said shocked

“Yeah…drunk driver crashed right into my PARKED car….she was nice too. It was a Kia K5 perfect amount of sport car, and perfect amount of sedan” I said shaking my head

“Damn that sucks. Look who’s the loser now” he said laughing in my face

I rolled my eyes at him, and he ordered an Uber, and we ubered back to his parents house. It was a little after 9 now, and he said his parents would be sleeping, but Nick and Matt would be awake

When we got into his house we heard both boys in Nicks room. Chris walked to the door first, and opened it

“Yooo” he said

“How’d the date go?” Matt asked

“It went well” he said

“What was she like” Nick asked a little frightened

Chris moved back to allow me to enter the room

“NO FUCKING WAY” Nick screamed and ran over to me hugging me so tight

“NICKKKK I MISSED YOU” I said hugging him harder

“Dude I fucked missed you more. How the fuck did you guys land up on a blind date together” he asked

“Yeah yall fucking hated each other” Matt said

“It was Chloe” I said

“Fucking Chloeeeeee. Sneaky bitch” Nick said laughing

“I’m so glad to be seeing you guys again, and I’m so sorry I drifted from you both” I said

“These things happen, but I’m so glad you’re back here” Nick responded

We chatted for a little but before Chris asked if I wanted to go to his room, and I agreed

We went up to his room, and I sat on his bed. He shut the door

“It’s exactly the same” I said to him

“Well we live half here and half in LA, so there’s not much to do here” he said, slipping his sneakers off. I did the same

Chris and I were sitting on his bed just talking and laughing

“You’re so pretty” he said

“Thank you Chris” I said blushing

“You’ve always been pretty, but now you’re just so mature, and it’s hot” he said

“You know I used to like you in high school, and I thought you were so hot, but now….youre like a Greek god now” I told him

“Oh baby…don’t boost my ego” he said laughing

“It’s the truth…I don’t know your face not just looks more carved out, and you just got this look in your eyes now” I said staring at him

“ IM A MAN NOW” he said smacking his chest

“Oh god” I said laughing at him

“I’m just kidding baby” he said laughing with me

“I really want to kiss you right now, and I’m not sure if I’ll regret this or not” I told him looking down at his lips

“Come on princess, come kiss me” he said raising his eyebrows

I leaned forward, and started to kiss Chris. All those feelings I had for Chris in high school came rushing back. I felt like I was making my 16 year old self proud.

Chris slowly started to slip tongue into our kiss, and it became such a hot make out. Our tongues fighting for dominance and our teeth clanging together. As I pulled away I pulled Chris’ lip lightly

“Fuck baby that was so hot” Chris said looking at me through half lidded eyes

“Are you down to fuck” I asked him

“I’m down if you are, but this isn’t why I brought you here, and don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to” he said to me

“Chris I have wanted to fuck the shit out of you since I was 16….I AINT BACKING DOWN” I told him

“Oh princess I’m about to make your dreams come true”

He said

I got up and straddled Chris’ lap immediately smashing our lips together. Nothing but teeth and tongue as I started to grind down onto him

I pulled my shirt off, and unclipped my bra allowing my breast to fall free. Chris took his hat off tossing it to the right, and then pulled his shirt immediately connecting our lips again

“Fuck baby” he said pulling away and kissing my neck down to my chest, and then taking one breast into his mouth while massaging the other one

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out throwing my head back

Chris looked up at me with lazy eyes, as he moved to the other breast. Swirling his tongue around my nipple

He then started kissing down the valley of my breast, and lifting me up to kiss down my stomach.

With a flat tongue he licked from my stomach all the way back up to the valley of my breasts, up my chest, to the side of my neck, and then immediately met my tongue in another sloppy make out session

“God Chris you’re such a fucking slut” I said moaning

“Only for you baby” I said as he kept massaging my breasts

He let me stand up so I could remove my pants and under wears for him

My pussy was at mouth level to Chris, and he pulled me in closer lifting my left leg up to go over his shoulder, and immediately attached his mouth to my pussy

“OH FUCK” I said pulling onto his hair, and trying to stabilize myself

Chris was lapping at my pussy like it was water, and I was trembling barely able to moan because I couldn’t even believe what was happening right now

His nose was bumping against my clit in a way that was making my knees weak

“Chris I’m going to fall over” I said pulling his hair harder

He pulled away, and his mouth, nose and chin was covered in my arousal

“I need you so badly” I said rubbing my hands through his hair

“Whatever you want princess” he said

I got onto the bed, and Chris took his jeans and boxers off immediately hovering over me

“You gotta be real quiet princess” he said

“I promise Chris I’ll be good” I told him nodding my head

Chris make me like his palm so he could jerk himself off before fucking me

Chris was kind of leaning back on his knees, and he had my legs draped over his thighs. He thought his cock to my entrance and slowly started inserting himself into me

“Fuckkk” I whimpered as he slid all the way in

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he said rubbing his hand from my stomach up through the valley of my breast, and lightly wrapping his hand around my throat, but not squeezing me

He started to thrust into me and good thing he didn’t have a traditional headboard because everybody would’ve known we were fucking

“Oh Chris” I moaned shutting my eyes

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so well” he said as he kept thrusting into me

His hips were smacking into me and his dick was hitting every single spot

“I need more” I moaned out

So Chris started pounding into me harder and faster, moaning and grunting and sweating. God this was so fucking hot

He snapped his hips into me, and I swear his dick kissed my cervix

“CHRIS” I yelled out

He immediately put his ring and middle finger in my mouth

“Shhhh baby” he said thrusting into me at a harder pace

“I always knew you’d be such a slut for me” he said as I sucked on his fingers and moaned around them

“Is my princess going to cum?” He said

“MHMM MHMM” I said around his fingers

“Good come on baby, cum for me” he said as he brought his other hand down to rub my clit

I was moaning on his fingers and thrashing around

Within seconds my hips came off the bed and my body started to shake as I came so hard on Chris’ dick

I was whimpering and trembling as he helped me ride out my high

He took his fingers out of my mouth and then pulled out of me. Taking his cock into his hand and jerking himself off

“I’m gonna cum” he said

Suddenly his jaw fell slack and his lower abdomen twitched, he came all over my stomach

“Fuck fuck fuck” he said as he came

We caught our breath, and he put his boxers back on, and ran to his bathroom to get tissue to clean me up

He came back and cleaned me up, and I slid my underwear back on, and he gave me one of his shirts to slip into

“God Chris….who would’ve known you were such a slut” I said as I laid down in his bed

“What’s crazy is my body count is only 1, well 2 now….you brought out the slut in me” he said laying down next to me and looking at me

“If there’s more of that, then I want it” I said

“You can have whatever you want baby” he said kissing me

Suddenly my phone started to ring, so I got up and walked over to grab it. It was Chloe and she was blowing my phone up

“Hello” I said as I put the phone on speaker

“BITCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU NEVER ANSWER ME I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED” she said yelling at me

“Im sorry…..we were busy” I said to her

“Busy doing what….” She said

“We were fucking” Chris yelled across the room

“CHRISTOPHER” I yelled

I took Chloe off of speaker

“Chloe I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and explain everything, but for right now I gotta go” I said and we hung up

“Come on baby, come lay with me” he said patting the side next to him

I ran over and laid with him, and we eventually fell asleep.

The End

Ouuu chile this was a lot to write, I really enjoyed writing this so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed 🥰

-J💅🏽

A/N: I’m a cancer🦀

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Random Chuuya headcanons

I honestly feel like he wouldn’t date anybody since he is in the mafia and he wouldn’t want anybody to be in danger because of that, he would probably date someone if they’re in the mafia with him

But if he were to date somebody then he would most definitely keep his eyes on his significant other, like he would stay loyal to that person and make them his top priority

Even though he is rich, I don’t think he would be buying unnecessary things, like I just feel like he wouldn’t go around buying hundreds of things just bc he’s rich

He has a YouTube channel of him doing skincare and hauls and a bunch of other stuff

He DEFINITELY knows how to cook and draw/paint😍😍

He hates when other people struggle, he feels like he struggled a lot and went through so much pain and he doesn’t want anybody else to experience that either. As soon as someone opens up to him he’s right by their side

Even after that if the person is doing fine he would still keep an eye out and look out for that person to make sure that they’re actually okay

He’s insecure about himself so he absolutely loves when other people compliment him even if it’s a small one

Even though he is insecure about himself people still come up with him, he doesn’t know how attractive he really is. He doesn’t realize when people are trying to flirt with him he just thinks they’re complimenting them or referring to something else

I feel like since he works at the mafia that he wakes up early for work, he either wakes up at 5:00 or 5:30. He is probably won’t get a chance to sleep sometimes since he works late

If you’re his lover, be prepared because you won’t really see him that much since he has a strict schedule and will mostly come home at midnight, even then he would still find time to spend with you

He has social media like TikTok and instagram but he doesn’t post that much, the least that he would post is a picture of wine on his story

I don’t know if it’s just me but I feel like he has Heterochromia since his eyes are blue in the anime but brown in the manga.

He knows multiple languages like Japanese, English, French, Italian, and Spanish. He is fluent in Japanese (obviously) and Spanish, probably French too because of Verlaine.

He also likes to curse in French

Sometimes he paints his nails red or black if he’s bored

He definitely has light freckles on his face that are too light to see, he also has 2-3 scars from fighting.

He probably has piercings like his lip or eyebrow, maybe even his nose

His style is soo good, I picture him most likely wearing black, red, gray, white, or just any colors that go good with each other.

Along with the hat and wine collection, he also loves to collect shoes and gloves although he will continue to wear the same pair of shoes and gloves even if he has hundreds of them in different colors

Whenever he tries to put his hair in a ponytail he can NEVER get it right, it’s either too far up, too far back, not straight, or there’s a huge lump

His hands are so freaking nice, and they are literally bigger than dazais (this isn’t a headcanon this is true look it up)

Absolutely LOVESS music, In my opinion I think he listens to a lot of bands and hard rock. He is over 10 hours on Spotify and has playlists for different purposes

If he has a crush and they mention their favorite music artist or song he will go home and listen to that all day

Whenever a person betrays him I feel like he wouldn’t hate that person completely, he would still care about them but not as much as he used to

He likes hot showers especially if he is stressed out, he loves the feeling of it on his scalp

He has a few bottles of cologne but he wears one specific one most of the time, it’s like his signature smell

Since he is insecure about his appearance he wears like makeup like concealer on his scars and marks

He likes to invite some of the other pm members to the bar every Friday if he has free time

There was one time where he got so sad to the point where he didn’t want to do anything, he didn’t feel like getting out of bed, eating, or cleaning his room

He did really well in school, he didn’t have a big friend group he really only had 2-3 close friends and the rest were people he just talks too

Everyday before going to work he looks in the mirror and winks at himself and does random cringey poses

If he catches you staying up too late on your phone he will snatch it away from you and cuddle you to sleep

He likes to buy his friends things, like if they’re at a coffee shop then he will buy them something or pay for their coffee

He would genuinely love his significant other a lot, he’d call them when he has time to at work and text them just to check up on them

He sometimes takes a trip to the store after work to buy unnecessary snacks that he won’t eat

He REALLY cares about his hygiene, he always smells good even without cologne. You will never catch this man stinking

He has a few posters of dogs on his wall, when he was OBSESSED with dogs he bought a lapel pin with a brown chihuahua on it and he would wear it to work every single day

His sleep schedule is kind of messed up since of his work but it’s not as bad as Dazai’s

His body is soo AJAKSSHSJHS like his waist is snatched and his legs are muscular like omg😍

He either types with a bunch of emojis or is just dry, it depends on the person because he could be like “Ok!😜💕❤️😘😁☺️😍🥳🐒🦅🎣😍📝” or he could be like “k”. It depends on his mood and who he’s texting

On mondays he would telll himself that he only has to make to Friday (he’s been telling himself that for years, he honestly never makes it to Friday)

That’s all for now but I will most likely be adding more headcanons to this list :D

[cherrycolored-punk]

for softember could you do argyle with the prompt “You look really good in my clothes.” and have it be smut? thank u!!

fight the feeling - argyle x fem!reader

author’s note: thank you for requesting this, it was so much fun writing for Argyle for the first time and to get my first ever request 😭 I hope this is what you were looking for and that you love it as much as I loved writing it xx

also big thanks to @trashmouth-richie and @rebelfell for helping me brainstorm this lil’ blurb 🥹🧡 I would still be staring at a blank doc if it weren’t for their big brains

w/c: 4.5k

warnings: smut (protected p in v), oral (Argyle receiving), fingering. Please let me know if I forgot anything 🍂

‼️ THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI ‼️

In the midst of fall, you wouldn’t be able to tell the season has changed in Lenora Hills. Palm trees stand tall amongst the evergreens and push into the cloudless night sky. The only indication that autumn has arrived is the chill in the breeze, the weather dipping to cooler temperatures each night. 

Tonight is the coldest so far. 

The breeze chases your fleeing frames as you and Argyle race up the stairs to his apartment. His butterscotch skin bitten red along the expanse of his exposed arms, turning a bright cherry as he rubs his wide palms over them. Impatiently waiting for you to open the door with the keys he’d given you at the start of the night, the dress he wore didn’t have pockets.

“Hurry up,” he grumbles, nudging you gently.

You look at him over your lashes, the breeze blowing the long black wig squeezing your skull into your face.

“No one told you to wear that dress,” you tease, giving him a once-over. 

He’s outfitted in a baby blue, daisy-printed dress with white reeboks. His long, dark brown hair is braided in two pigtails on either side. His impression of you this Halloween…or so he said. You don’t dare argue how accurate you think it is.

“I just chose something I thought you’d wear,” he quips.

“That’s a summer dress,” you tease and open the door. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize dresses had seasons,” he scoffs as he follows you and closes the door behind him. 

His apartment smells distinctly of him. The scent his clothes always have when he pulls you in for a hug. Bergamot, with a hint of jasmine and sandalwood. In the warm, manufactured air, the soft scent of the pumpkin and vanilla candle you’d gifted him mingles. It makes the place feel cozier, like a warm blanket being wrapped around your shoulders.

“Pretty sure it’s common sense that spaghetti straps are for the summer,” you continue, making yourself at home as you rifle through his cabinets in an attempt to find something to satiate your hunger.

He falls silent, his eyes tracing over your face and down the clothes you wear. 

It’s an outfit you thrifted to match his aesthetic, his clothes. A pair of light wash jeans, a wildly patterned top over a plain white shirt, and Adidas to match. You went over the top with the wig and snatched his favorite hat to top it off.

It’s like looking in a mirror. Trippy and throws him a little off balance. 

He can’t help the butterflies that take flight in his abdomen.

There’s something about seeing you in such similar garb that makes his mind wander, imagining what you’d look like in other things he owned. A white t-shirt, no bra or a pair of his boxers, no top. His thoughts quickly spiraling to how your skin would feel beneath his fingertips. Soft as he traced lines up your legs and beneath the fabric of the boxers he’d lend you. Skin smelling sweet like cinnamon. 

“Earth to Argy,” you wave a hand in the air, and only then does he realize he’s been staring.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and averts his gaze, but you don’t miss how his cheeks blossom red.

“I said that I think we should order pizza, and I know someone who can still get us a pretty sweet discount at the best place in town,” your words are laced with a plea, and he shakes his head. 

“Y-yeah, I can call them,” he nods.

“Don’t forget,” you stop in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders as though your next words hold the weight of the world, “pepperoni, pineapple, and jalapeños.”

He nods, a grin slotting into place as he looks at you. The only reason you even like that combination is because he introduced it to you. 

“How could I forget? That’s my order, dude,” he teases, reaching for the landline on the counter behind you. 

His body presses into yours briefly, the heat radiating from him and zipping to your core. You can’t help but stare at the length of his neck, hooded eyes watching how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and imagining the sounds he’d make if you planted your lips on the sensitive spot near his ear.

“Did you want anything else?” He questions, already dialing the number. Oblivious to the longing shining in your eyes or how you swallow harshly as you straighten your shirt. 

“Uh, no. Get whatever,” you shrug and point a thumb over your shoulder. “I’m just going to take a shower.” 

A cold shower. 

You press an absent hand on his forearm as you scoot past him.

“Coolio,” he nods, ”Just don’t use all of my soap like before,” he tries to joke, but his voice is strained, affected by the slight touch, and god, how can you not know what you do to him?

You stick your tongue out at him as you walk backward and to his bathroom. 

A total brat, he thinks, but even that is shrouded in some rose-colored haze. Affection clouding his thoughts.

He waves you off with an absent hand, purposefully averting his attention so he isn’t caught staring again.

You manage to appear casual, like you’re not still thinking about his body pressed against yours, until the bathroom door is closed and your back is pushed against it. You turn your head, a caricature of Argyle stares back at you in the mirror, questioning what the fuck you’re doing. 

He’s your best friend. 

Panic sets in, and you slam your eyes shut, chin tilting to the ceiling.

Over the years, you’d managed to push down any thoughts of your crush, but the feelings you’d long ignored were now rearing their ugly head. 

Vivid images of tangling your fingers in his hair, the plush of his lips pressed to yours, or how his hands would feel venturing over the curves of your body, gripping and kneading.

White hot need zips through you, and you let out a frustrated sigh. He’s just a friend, your best friend, and best friends don’t think about kissing or groping or how they’d feel inside you. 

You push off the door as the thoughts begin to spiral and reach a hand into the shower, ensuring the water is ice cold.

Quickly, you strip down and step into the frigid water—all thoughts of Argyle circling the drain along with the globs of soap you use. 

——

Twenty minutes later, you emerge from the shower, body still buzzing with need but not as loud as before. 

Argyle sits on the couch, hair hanging in waves from his undone braids, and his dress is exchanged for his usual garb: a pair of checkered parachute pants and an oversized Jimi Hendrix t-shirt.

Two boxes of pizza sit unopened on the coffee table, their aroma filling the living room. Basil, garlic, and the subtle sweetness of the pineapple.

“It’s already here?” You question, stomach grumbling and laser-focused on getting a slice.

He glances up, tracing his eyes over your now-exposed legs. Unable to fight the way his jaw goes slack when he sees you wearing a pair of boxers and the white shirt from before.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up at him with a face twisted in confusion. 

“What? It’s all I had,” you shrug, suddenly self-conscious, and play with the hem of the boxers you’d bought for the costume.

He’s still quiet, gawking as you settle beside him on the lumpy green couch he’d gotten from Salvation Army. 

“Stop staring. I know I look dumb,” you grumble, and it’s as if he’s just realized you’ve been speaking. 

“Not at all,” he shakes his head and turns to face you, “I think you look really good in my clothes,” he teases.

Though the words might be a joke, your heart still slams against your ribcage, and all you can do is roll your eyes to hide the effect they have on you.

“They’re not even your clothes,” you say weakly.

“Doesn’t matter, you look good,” he responds without missing a beat, the words fumbling from his mouth before he can think better of it. His hands itch to reach out and touch you, still wondering if you’re just as soft as he’s always imagined.

A moment passes, a charged silence filling the room as you try to process what he said because there’s no way he meant it the way you want him to.

“Shut up,” you nudge his head.

As you pull away, his hand reaches out. Gentle fingers circling your wrist.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you look back at him, slightly flustered. 

“What are you doing?” You all but whisper, and it feels like you’re running a fever under his gaze. His molten honey eyes filled with sweetness and an emotion you’d never seen. At least not directed at you. 

“I just,” he starts, but he’s distracted, unable to finish a sentence. His gaze flicks to your lips, and he licks his own

His eyes drift back to meet yours, measuring your response and making sure you want this, too. 

Even though you shouldn’t. 

God, you know you shouldn’t.

He’s your friend, he’s your friend, he’s your friend.

The two of you lean in, resembling two magnets unable to resist the pull. The rest of the world begins to fade, all coherent thought silenced by the overwhelming need to kiss him, and you can tell he feels it, too.

He reaches a hand forward and cups your jaw, a thumb resting on your chin as he pulls you closer. 

You tilt your head, breath catching in your throat as you anticipate the kiss. His mouth hovers above yours, the seconds ticking slower, and your eyes flutter shut. You’re sure you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Goosebumps sprout along your arms when lips finally press to yours, soft and sweet. Argyle takes his time, memorizing how your bottom lip curls into a smile beneath the kiss and dedicating the sound of your eager sighs to memory.

His other hand reaches out and holds your hip, fingers spread wide. The warmth of his palm felt through the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

Electricity courses through your veins as the kiss intensifies, and you wrap a hand around the back of his neck. Fingertips curling in his hair as the other pulls him closer by the front of his shirt. Hesitant lips now hungry for more. 

Your tongue slides along his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Needing to taste him. 

The soft flesh of his tongue slides against yours, a small groan escaping his lips at the sensation. His grip on your hip tightens as he leans back against the couch's cushion, pulling you along. You willingly climb into his lap. Lips still latched to his in a frenzied kiss. It’s no longer sweet. It’s teeth and tongue—an untamed need. 

Your fingers knot into the long locks as you give a tentative roll of your hips, pulling softly. Sighing into his mouth when you feel the evidence of his growing arousal push against your clothed center. 

Argyle groans louder than before. Losing himself in your touch and the warmth coming from your aching cunt.

His hands cup your ass, fingers digging into the fat of it as he guides your hips against his hardening dick.

There’s nothing but primal need coursing through your veins, and you lose yourself in it.

You pull away, already reaching for the hem of his shirt and pushing it up with a silent question in your eyes.

Is this okay?

He nods, helping you lift it.

The shirt gets tangled in his limbs as you try to lift it over his head, and you can’t help but chuckle at his display.

“So graceful,” you tease, lifting it over and off. 

His hair is in disarray, strands standing on end and tangled. He smiles at you as you rub your palms up his torso, electricity shooting from the skin of his abdomen into your hands.

You don’t hide how you admire him, tracing his familiar frame with new eyes. A gaze that can openly appreciate the softness of his abdomen and the hair lining his chest. His skin dotted with tiny freckles.

“Shut up,” he tries to admonish, voice filled with affection. His hands grip either side of your hips as you lean closer. Looking for a hint of doubt.

Was it a one-time kiss? 

A lapse in judgment?

The way his fingers grip your hips as your lips ghost over his says otherwise. 

You gently swipe the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip, teasing. Taking your time. A soft nip of your teeth and a slight tug until it’s too much. 

He raises his hand, holding your face close, and his mouth is on yours again. Kiss less hesitant than the first, more confident with every push and pull. You get lost in it. Hands pressed against his bare skin as your hips roll of their own accord. Seeking friction and finding his hardened arousal once again. He moans into your mouth, a delicious sound that makes your core ache with need. You test the waters, grinding against him with a little more purpose. Sliding up the length of his clothed erection, humming as it catches your bundle of nerves just right. But you need more, and you pull away. Lust-filled eyes taking him in.

“Do you have a condom?” 

Argyle’s eyes widen, and he stills, his thoughts trying to catch up with your question but his silence feels like uncertainty.

“I-if you want to, I mean,” you say weakly, and he’s already nodding.

“I want to,” he says with conviction, already pushing you off his lap and reaching into one of the drawers of the coffee table.

“Oh my god, you keep condoms in your living room?” You tease him to conceal the way your stomach flips, how your nerves are starting to creep in.

“You don’t?” 

Your mouth opens to respond, words cut off when he fishes a Trojan out and looks at you with his cinnamon eyes. Cheeks blushed and lips bruised—the sight of him making your stomach do somersaults.

Tiny sparks of electricity bubble in the air as the tension grows, and you grab the condom from him. One hand grips the foil, and the other traces a line down his abdomen, holding his gaze as they inch lower until they stop at the tops of his pants. 

You push an eyebrow up in a question, already knowing the answer. A satisfied smile playing on your lips as he shifts to help take the fabric off. 

Anticipation stirs in your stomach, your mouth watering to see what he looks like after feeling him through his pants, and you can’t help the small moan that escapes when his cock jumps free. 

He’s bigger, thicker, than you’d imagined on those nights when you were knuckle deep, one hand on your tit and his name on your lips.

His tip shines with precum, the sight making your mouth water and you lean closer. Argyle watches you with hooded eyes, one hand gripping the couch and the other creating a path down your back until he’s gripping your ass.

You stick out your tongue, tracing over the angry vein lining the underside of his shaft. Taking your time as you inch up and to his tip. Tongue swirling along the mushroom head and collecting the pearly liquid, savoring the taste of his tangy arousal as it sticks to your tongue. 

A satisfied hum catches in your throat as you wrap your lips around his head, inching down his length and bobbing back off. Building up his need, enjoying the way his hips buck and chase your mouth. You slap his cock against your tongue, allowing saliva to collect and dribble down until his hardened arousal is coated. Drool dripping into his balls. You look up, a satisfied smirk slotting into place when you see the look in his eyes. How his gaze is darkened with need. Slowly, you begin to stroke him, starting up and going down. Watching him as you wrap your lips back around his tip and gently suck, tongue swirling as you do.

His head falls back with a loud groan, no longer able to conceal his mounting pleasure. You inch him further into your mouth until he sits in the back of your throat. 

Your movements are slow and deliberate. Lifting your head up and down with your hand following. With each bob of your head, you increase your pace. Enjoying how his hand grips your hair, holding you to him but not pushing you down. Watching with eager eyes as you gag around his cock, lines of saliva coating your knuckles with every dip of your head.

He releases the grip on your ass, and you all but whine until you feel the tips of his fingers push under the boxers you wear. Your movements still, attention focused on the way his fingers trace up the cheek of your ass and parts your center.

You moan around his cock, cunt clenching at the thought of him stretching you with one of his digits. 

Argyle swipes his middle finger along your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you are. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, collecting your nectar.

His finger presses against your sensitive nub, a soft swirl that has you keening. Hips pushing against his hand and chasing the slowly mounting pressure. 

You start sucking him more sloppily, gagging as you take him deeper. Ass pressing into his hand in a silent plea. His finger traces back up, nudging your entrance.

Argyle sucks in a breath as your pussy pulls him in, walls wrapping around his digit.

“Holy fu-” he sighs as you moan around his cock, stilling for a moment. Attention focused as his finger slides in and out of you, teasing you as you teased him. 

You wiggle your hips, needing more, and he obliges. Adding another finger, the sweet stretch makes you groan. The pace of his fingers grows until the sound of your squelching pussy fills the room. 

Your mouth matches the pace he sets, sucking his dick with a new intensity as he curls his fingers and fucks them into you. 

“Oh my god,” you mewl, mouth still wrapped around his dick.

He pulls them from you suddenly, pulling you up from his cock before you can whine from the loss and onto his lap. His mouth is on yours in a fierce kiss, hands pushing your shirt up and pulling apart to take it off. 

Argyle pauses, breaths coming in quick succession as he stares at you. Ogling the curve of your breasts. He glances up, holding your gaze as he reaches a hand out to trace over them. Enjoying the way you shiver under his touch, nipples pebbling in response to his warm hands as they cup your heavy flesh. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises, looking back down and pressing a kiss to your sternum, “like a fucking angel.” 

The compliment makes heat spread to your cheeks, and you curl his hair around your finger.

“You’re pretty cute,” you shrug, in an effort to be nonchalant. Teasing him as you always had, but even to your ears, the words sound different. Loaded with the affection you’d always had for him and could no longer hide.

He smiles up at you, a wide and goofy grin that takes up his whole face. The kind you only saw when he was really happy. 

“Pretty cute, huh?” He questions from between your breasts. He reaches up and teases your nipple between his fingers, tugging gently and watching the way your eyebrows marry in the middle. 

You nod, using his chest to hold your weight up above his cock, and you curse that you are still wearing bottoms.

As though he can hear your mind, he traces his hands down your back and to the elastic of your boxers. He inches them off of you, and you maneuver them off until you’re bare in front of him. 

There’s a charged silence between you as the seconds tick by. The weight of your need almost suffocating, and you reach out a nervous hand for the condom. Argyle grabs it from you and tears it open with his teeth, pulling the rubber from the foil to quickly roll it onto his length.

“Coolio,” he chuckles, but it sounds strangled, and grabs your waist with nervous hands. 

You rest one hand on his shoulder and reach the other between your bodies, lining his length up with your entrance. 

His grip on your waist tightens as you begin to sink onto him, a loud moan escaping your lips as you begin taking him inch by inch. Argyle’s thick cock stretches you, a delicious burn that makes your teeth sink into your bottom as he bottoms out inside you. 

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans, leaning you back so he can really look at you. His brown eyes trace your face and down your frame before stopping where the two of you are connected. You can feel his dick bounce inside of you at the sight and gasp. 

You raise your hips, lifting off of him and back down in slow motions as you continue to adjust to his size. His hands remain on your hips, guiding you up and down. Only picking up pace once he realizes you’re ready. 

Your hips swirl as you sink back down, enjoying how his face contorts in pleasure and the moan that vibrates in his chest. You continue to ride him, leaning into his chest as you bounce up and down his shaft. The lewd sound of your ass slapping against his thighs spurring your movements. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he encourages, fingertips squeezing your ass. “Ride ‘em, cowboy,” he jokes, and you swat his chest playfully with a roll of your eyes.

“Shut up,” you gasp between heavy breaths, a smile on your lips.

Argyle lifts his hips to meet yours and grips your ass tight as his cock drills into you at a brutal pace. He watches the way your tits bounce, how you throw your head back and moan.

His name is on your lips like a mantra as pleasure courses through your body. You reach a hand down to your clit, rubbing circles against the bud that has you bucking forward as you chase your release. 

Before you have time to process, he has you on your back and legs spread wide. Cock still plunged deep into your pussy. His lips are on yours, hungry and needy as he thrusts into you. His pelvic bone jutting just right against your clit with every thrust. 

He groans into your mouth, hips stuttering but not slowing as he continues to fuck into you. Reveling in the way your pebbled breasts feel bouncing against his chest.

“Argyle,” you moan, nails digging into his back. 

“Are you close, beautiful?” he gasps, his hair falling around you like a curtain.

The pressure in your center builds, toes curling as you get closer and closer to the edge. He pushes away, rolling his hips into you and reaching between your bodies. Argyle rubs a thumb against your clit, mean circles that make your back arch and eyes slam shut as the pleasure begins to course through you.

It’s like a tidal wave, pleasure dragging you down until nothing else exists except the pulsing in your center. His pace doesn’t slow, hips pushing into yours. Thumb still circling your bundle of nerves until your legs begin to shake. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, pulling him back against you. The weight of his body on yours adding to your pleasure.

Argyle groans, and you feel his body still. Bucking into you once more as the orgasm washes over him. 

Your name is on his tongue in soft whispers, and you trace the goosebumps sprouting along his arms.

Seconds pass, the only sound of your heavy breaths as each of you tries to come down to earth.

“What was that?” you laugh, a soft rumble he feels with his chest pressed against yours. He chuckles along with you, face pushed into the crook of your neck. Warm breath fanning your sweat-slick skin.

“You, like, mauled me,” he teases, and you nudge his arm—no strength to argue.

He kisses your shoulder, your collarbone, and up to your lips. He plants a few against your mouth before lifting off you. Argyle looks down, watching as he pulls his length from your center. A sharp hiss that matches yours escapes his lips at the loss of you wrapped around him. He leans back down and kisses your stomach before pushing off you entirely.

He reaches for your shirt, motioning with his hands for you to lift your arms so he can push it over your head. You smooth your hair out and grab his shirt to repeat the action, each of you taking time to dress each other. A kiss shared between each layer of clothes that is put back on until you both sit fully clothed.

Cold pizzas on the comfy table, a candle burned down to the wick, and an apartment that smells like pumpkin, and vanilla. The aroma of your sex. 

You run your hands over your arms, unsure of what to say.

“Should we talk about it?” You question, half-hiding your face and afraid of his response.

He leans over and reaches for a blunt on his coffee table, lighting its end. Argyle inhales deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling and looking back at you.

“If you want to,” he shrugs because he already knows he’s sunk.

“You don’t?” Your words are tinged with surprise, and your eyebrows push together when he shakes his head.

“I don’t need to,” he offers you the blunt, but you shake your head. Mind still hazy from the feel of his lips and the push of his hips.

 “No?” you ask, puzzled.

Argyle pulls you close, your face nuzzling in his chest as he rubs an absent hand along your spine. 

“Took you long enough to see what a catch I am,” he jokes, “but I’ve always known about you.”

“Known what?” you grin, twisting your body to get a better look at him.

“That I’m cute, smart…funnier than you?” you poke his stomach, looking at him over your lashes. Eyes shining fondly.

He laughs, throwing his head back and blowing out a puff of smoke before looking back at you.

“I’ve always known how I feel about you.”

The response makes your next joke get lodged in your throat, and you swallow it down, grinning to yourself. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, and you don’t need him to say more. To say the three little words aloud for you to know what he means.

“But you’ll never be funnier than me.”

“Such a butthead,” you nudge him playfully and lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. Already making it a habit.

[urszn]

❨ POPSTAR GF ❩ — park sunghoon

CHAP ll. “runaway popstar” written + smau

warnings: anxiety attack, cursing duh, if i missed anything pls let me know! (not proofread)

word count: 892

SUNGHOON wasn’t the type of guy to go out on a sunday night, he knew he wasn't going to be happy waking up early in the morning rushing to get to his lectures at six and then going straight to the ice rink to practice

but he still went with his friends even though he insisted he needed to finish his essay that wasn’t due until next week

heeseung had been working hard perfecting her album, and sunghoon felt bad saying no to his friend especially since it was heeseung and he knew that if he needed something he could count on heeseung to come to the rescue

jake was also spamming his phone begging him to go with them and he couldn’t decline.

“holy shit guys” jungwon says jumping up and down with excitement as we entered the vip section, i look around seeing people with their lightsticks, chatting to eachother with big smiles on their faces

heeseung glanced over at me and nudged my shoulder “thought you were busy” i rolled my eyes “thank you for inviting me hee”

“wait! we get to meet y/n right?!” sunoo asked, we all look over at heeseung as he shrugs his shoulders “who knows” was all he said with a slight smirk on his face

suddenly everyone seemed to be quiet, some people whispering to their friends while pointing over at the entrance where three people were standing at

“oh my god” jake squeezed my arm “i love hyunjin, wonyoung and jisung” “they’re coming over here, never thought i’d be this close to them” jake rambled on

i glanced over at them as they walked our way, they were all dressed up in designer clothes and seemed to be accompanied by another person

he seemed to be dressed…less extravagant than the others, yet he still looked better than whatever i was wearing, he had a black mask and hat covering his face, maybe he was a body guard or something like that?

as the venue filled up with many more people, i looked over at heeseung who was by my side

he was now talking to hyunjin

“when did he go over there,” i asked jungwon who was on my left side “he got called over there by hyunjin not that long ago, i think you zoned out” he continued “you were staring at them when heeseung went over there, i think you should quit staring, they might think you’re a little creepy” i slowly nod

a couple of minutes pass by and heeseung is still talking to them, “hoon, is that you’re phone ringing?” i look at my pocket seeing the contact name chaeyeon

holy… “shit i forgot to tell her that i cant hangout with her today”

“wait i need to answer her but it’s loud i’ll be back okay?” i tell the guys “she’s about to start though!” jake says “i’ll be back i just need to answer her real quick, i’ll be back i promise” “go quickly”

i quickly pass by people to the exit nearby and call chaeyeon back

“where are you?! it sounds loud” was all i could hear her say, i plug my other ear so i could hear her better, yet it was still loud “wait i’m trying to get somewhere quieter!”

“hoon?” she says “wait-“ suddenly my phone was on ground broken “watch where you’re-“ oh…

“i’m so sorry! i’ll pay for it!” the girl says leaning down to grab my now broken phone, her hands seemed to be shaking “it’s okay” i say panicky finally realizing who she was

she was meant to be on stage right now, performing, but she was here with me outside her own concert, crying

“are you okay?” was all i could ask — i know, i know what a stupid question to ask, but i didn’t know what else to say “hey aren’t you supposed to be on stage and not out here crying”

“yeah, yeah i’m so so sorry, really i’ll pay for it” she says looking down, her voice seemed normal but i could tell she was trying to hold back her tears “you don’t have too” i replied back

i scan over the area and my eyes land on a bench nearby, “hey how about we sit down, okay?” i say as she nodded

“do you need water or anything?” i asked “n-no” she said before finally breaking down into tears and all i could was comfort her

“it’s okay” i reassured her “i-i just saw someone and-“ she stops for a bit trying to catch her breath “i-i panicked!” “i..i don’t know why i’m crying”

she then “oh my god my manager will be so mad” “and my fan” “and friends” she panics, crying even harder now “hey it’s okay, they’ll understand” i say before hugging her

and that’s how we stayed for a bit

“how about you go home, i bet you that everyone will understand” i whisper quietly but loud enough for her to hear “you don’t understand, everyone is going to hate me!” she tells me

“c’mon, i’ll walk you there, and i’ll explain everything to them you don’t even have to talk, okay?” she slowly nods

i stand up reaching my hand out for her grab and she looks at my hand hesitantly before grabbing onto my hand.

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Chapter 3:

Chap 1 & Chap 2

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Just as Eddie said, he eventually went on tour across the USA, leaving Steve and Gimli all on their own in the house. And the worst part is that they never got a call back from the adoption agency. Now that Steve was all alone and the only  thing he thought about was the kids and kids and more kids,  eventually became a strange topic for him. After that fight with Eddie, they both agreed to wait till they were both home for enough time to take care of a child.

So he tried to spend as much time on the basketball court of the school he worked in, playing alone and trying to think of anything but Eddie or the kids. He sometimes would also use the school’s pool, to bring back the memories of him being the captain of the swimming team back in hawkins. The more he ran or swam, the less the thoughts of kids were inside his head, and the less he missed eddie. So for the past week it has become a routine to, end work, go do whatever sport he felt like doing till 7 o'clock striked. Then he would go back to his office, get his stuff and head home to Gimli.

Today was Friday, November 4, 1996. Steve was drying his hair as he walked to his classroom with the blue towel on his hands. He had just spent the last 4 hours swimming over and over again at the pool, since Robin had a date and he was all alone. Since it's friday, he would usually have a movie night with Eddie, but since he’s not there, Steve just kept his head under the water to forget his loneliness. His shoes echoed through the completely empty hall. But as Steve started walking slower he realized that wasn't the only sound in the hall. He heard soft cries and sniffs from the half open theater class. 

Steve has been through enough trauma to know he shouldn’t follow the strange noise coming from the dark room, and especially if he is on his own and with nothing to defend himself with, but the cries were so heartbreaking, he didn’t even care if it was a trap. When he started working as a teacher, his empathy levels went through the roof, and whenever a kid had a slight frown on his face, something in him made him reach out and make sure that kid is not going through a hard or bad time. But still a nostalgic feeling crept over his shoulder and made him feel this slight panic on his stomach, what if it was a trap?. He immediately discarded the noise from the upside down since the last time he checked, Demogorgons don’t cry, and the gate was closed over 10 years ago. But it still could be a thief or some robber, so to defend himself. Before he could actually step into the theater class, he looked around the lockers to find a Tennis racquet which he grabbed and placed in an attack position in case of an emergency.

He took a step into the dark room to find a completely Victorian age set on the stage. It looked right out of a Shakespeare play, with deep red drapes, a large wooden table with a plastic shaped wine glass with a fake dagger next to it. But on the deep right end of the stage where a tall bed with big pillows and red velvet bedspread was located, was a dark haired girl sobbing into her hands. She was clearly under the probably fake bedspread and was wearing a black hoodie. 

Steve’s teacher and mommy instinct switched on as he left the stupid tennis racquet and turned the drama class light on. The girl on the bed gasped completely shocked to realize she wasn't as alone as she was. She looked towards the door to find her Counseling teacher in the entrance.

“Mr Harrington?”

“What the hell are you doing here?!” he asked with a loud and firm voice. He really wanted to approach her and hug the life out of her, but since he was a teacher, he needed to put the authority hat on. He walked down the step while placing his towel behind his neck. 

“I-I- I should go '' she stumbled out the bed as she grabbed a backpack on the floor filled with pins that loudly clashed as she moved the backpack harshly. Before she can even step out of the stage Steve is already walking up the stairs from the side stage.

“What’s going on? Why are you crying? '' He said as he gently placed his hand on her shoulder, for her to flinch and move backwards. 

“It’s nothing” she sniffed

“Nothing? You’re at school on a Friday because of nothing?,” he asked rhetorically. The girl seemed amused so he just came up with a better way to open to her “How about we go back to my office i believe i have some cookies left that are about to expire”

“I-” she looked at the floor and then mumbled quietly “I… okay”

She gave in quicker than he thought, so he nudged to the office and she just nodded. She went back to the bed on the stage and removed from under the bed a sports duffle bag filled with stuff. She then picked up her sneakers and started to put them on. Steve was quick to grab her bag and put it on his shoulder to help her a bit. Once she was all laced up, they both walked to Steve's office in a tense and uncomfortable silence. 

Once they got there, Steve opened his drawer and took out just what he remembered from earlier. It was an Oreo pack that was about a month old. As the young girl sat down in front of him and quickly grabbed a tissue from a little yellow box with some drawings of sheep. 

“Let’s see” Steve turned them around to find the expiration date “it says it has a few days more, how about we eat them before i have to throw them” 

“S-sure” she sniffed as she blew her nose.

Steve opened the package and offered the girl in front of him a cookie, which she gladly accepted. He took one for himself and left them on the table that separated them. He then crossed his arms over his chest, knowing he had to put his teacher shoes on for this conversation.

“So… School on a Friday night, sleeping on the theater bed and now eating cookies with the basketball and swimming couch… would you like to explain to me how we got here…… I’m sorry, um I don’t know your name” he says honestly which kinda made her laugh

“Julia… Bennet” she said as she swallowed her cookie and wipe the few tears she had left

“Bennet…. Is your brother Owen? He’s on the basketball team that’s why I ask” he said. He does have the parents' contact, so maybe he could take her back to her house.

Her face, though, shifted clearly. Julia looked down at her lap where her thumbs fiddled together, she nodded quietly. Steve clearly realized that maybe her brother wasn't the best subject to talk about at the moment, so he just left that information in the drawers for now. 

“Now Julia, would you like to explain to me how you got here? It’s quite late, and i'm pretty sure your parents must be looking for you” 

She scoffed loudly before covering her mouth with her hands while staring back at the coach. 

“Im sorry” she mumbled

Steve nodded and took another cookie, as he indicated her to start talking

“Well i… I got home after school, and I invited my best friend over for a sleepover. Do you know Katya?” she asked

“Howard?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah, she’s in the swimming team”

She looked back down and her stability started to break as she let out a small sob

“Well” her voice was seconds away from breaking, but she didn’t seem to care, because she kept trying to speak as if everything was okay “we were in my room and we were just talking … then I- well she- and i….” she stumbled 

“Take your time sweetie” Steve said as he pushed the oreo package towards her. She took one quickly and shoved into her mouth. After a few bites, we swallowed harshly and grabbed another tissue to wipe her eyes. 

She inhaled and looked up trying to make the tears stop. 

“We kissed?” she shrugged while cringing at herself “and- jesus christ…. My brother walked in and h-h-he told my d-” and after that she broke as she shoved her face on her hands and cried

Steve got off his chair to kneel next to her, placing a hand on her back and softly caressing it. He knew in that exact moment how the story continued. I mean, Eddie went through something quite similar, so he only placed the pieces on his mind and made a quick and smart decision.

“Okay, let’s go” he said as he grabbed the cookies, his own bag, and Julia’s bag.

The girl pushed her hair back asking where

“There is no way you are staying the night here, and no way I'm taking you back home. So you are gonna spend the night me, i have an extra room, and you can spend the weekend if you want to”

“Mr Harrington you don’t need-”

“I do” he interrupts and looks her in the eyes “I have to make sure you are safe, that’s my job, so now grab your stuff and let's get moving, alright?”

Julia smiled and stood up. They both walked to the only car left in the parking lot left, in complete comfortable silence. Steve placed her things on the back as she sat on the passenger looking at the cassette collection. Steve noticed she was quite interested in his favorite, so as they drove back to his house, Steve and Julia sat side by side listening to Eddie’s music. Julia seemed to know the songs quite well which made Steve smile. Once they got home, Steve took her to the guest bedroom that was usually for when anyone in the party stayed over, or anyone in Eddie’s band needed a place to crash. 

“Now this is gonna be your room, we have a small bathroom attached to it, it has some products and stuff if you need. This room is quite nice because the sun doesn’t really get here till sunset, in which this room turns into this… Golden box, and my hus- roommate says” Steve smiled tightlipped

“You have a roommate?” Julia asked quite scared

“Yeah but he’s not really here for the moment. He’s currently out of town… to see family”

“Okay” she nodded

Steve then walked out to let her have her space, and to make sure the house was clean. Since Gimli is the only one home 24/7, he would push things off the tables or even take some of Eddie's clothes into the living room where he would sleep on them. So Steve was picking up some band t-shirts on the floor, some decorations and a dirty sock, when Julia came out of her room and stood on the door looking at the floor. She was wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a band t-shirt  shirt (a band that Eddie definitely would have known), and some long sweat shorts that reached her knee.

“Mr Harrington?” she called, and he instantly placed the stuff on his hand behind his back to make sure she didn’t see the mess “Are you…. Are you gonna call the cops on me?” 

Even though he believed it wasn't possible, his heart broke even more.

“What?! Where did you get that from?”

“My dad…” she sniffed “he told me that… homosexual should be dead” then gasped “and… taken to jail- and i” and finally sobbed like a kid “don’t want to go to jail Mr Harrington- I swear i’ve tried to change but-”

Steve started to cry now too. He ran to her and held her as he would have held his younger self. The way he would have held tiny steve, comforting him, telling him that being confused over his sexuality is normal. She buried her head on his chest sobbing loudly. So loud that Steve didn’t hear the door opening.

“Honey! Im Home-” Eddie yells but stops as he witnesses the single most cutest thing ever. His husband was holding an 11 year old girl who was crying. 

“Eddie?” Steve looked up to see him holding a bouquet of flowers and a duffle bag “wha-”

And what happened next was just a blur. It was a mix of both grown ups crying because they missed each other, and the small girl crying at the comfort both adults gave her as they told her that being queer isn’t illegal and that they would protect her in any way possible. Even though Eddie didn’t really know who she was, he comforted her and told him his experience of getting kicked out of the house for his sexuality and how at the end of the day it was for the best. Later at night the three of them, and Gimli of course, curled up on the couch and ended up watching the old VHS tape of Mary Poppins. Julia, who was on the edge of the couch with the fat, short, orange cat on her lap, fell asleep by the end of the movie, and so did Steve. Eddie, knowing his husband had a rough day, stood up and carried the girl to the guest bedroom.

She stirred awake as he left her on the bed

“Shhh shhh, it's okay, don’t be scared, '' he whispered. “I'm just leaving you at bed, okay? Nothing else”

Julia’s eyes fluttered and looked up at the adult who had his face covered by his hair

“T-thank you” she murmured under her breath as she took the duvet and covered her shoulder “mr..”

“Call me Eddie kiddo'' he winked as he kneeled in front of her “and, it's the least we could do. Beside” he felt a small purr and lean on his legs to look down at the cat who seemed to want to get on the bed “It looks like Gimli the Dweeb seems to like you” He took the cat and left it next to the girl who smiled at the sight of the cat.

“He’s really fat” she laughed

“Yeah he is” Eddie smiled as he scratched the head of the cat. “Now” he stood up softly and looked down at the girl “what do you want for breakfast tomorrow? We usually have some leftover waffles and if not I could make you some pancakes, how about that?”

Her eyes lit up at the thought and she just nodded quickly while biting her lip to stop herself from smiling. Something that Eddie copied realizing that the fact of seeing a girl so happy made him happy. He messed up her hair and left the room, leaving the door half an inch open just like Wayne used to do when he was a kid. 

As he was out of the room, he saw Steve sleeping soundly. Eddie woke him up and took him to bed. He changed his clothes and tucked him in, and then it was his turn. Once they were both on the bed, Steve curled up into Eddie bare chest, Eddie dared to speak.

“So” he started as he turned off the lamp “who the kid we are babysitting?”

Steve lets out a laughy breath through his nose

“Her name is Julia. I- i found her at school, apparently she was gonna spend the night there”

“What happened?” Eddie asked as he played with the boy’s hair “why did she get kicked out?”

“Um… she told me that she invited her best friend to sleep over and they kissed, her brother walked in and ratted her out to her dad. She didn’t say much after that, so i just guess he kicked her out and left her friend at her house”

“Wow… can’t believe 20 years later this shit still happens” Eddie sighs as shakes his head “the worst part is that its probably not gonna stop”

“I know” Steve started redrawing Eddie's chest tattoo of a bat. “I just didn’t expect it from his brother. He’s usually so nice and like… not homophobic” 

“Not everyone who looks like good people are good people” Eddie shrugs

“Mhm”

The room falls silent.

“Thank you for bringing her here” Eddie then says “I'm really thankful that she didn’t go through what I did. And you being there is like wayne being there for me, so really thank you”

Steve raised and kissed Eddie in the lips for the first time in the day. They mumble “I love you”’s as they snuggle till they both fall asleep and the Harrington Munson household goes quiet.

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[lilasbutterflygarden]

Is this love?

Catacombs under Paris Cerise’s lair

Ladybug, and Chrysalis are fighting.

Ladybug: “This ends today lie-la!”

Chrysalis(evil smirk): “I don’t think so my little ladybug!”

Ladybug throws her yo-yo at Chrysalis to try and catch the villain. Chrysalis cuts the yo-yo’s string with her cane.

Chrysalis(crazy wide eyes, and evil smile): “You should be happy! I’m going to grant a great wish! I’m going to make a world where no one has to die! I love you Ladybug! I love you Marinette! I'm only alive when I’m fighting you! Think about it! We can fight each other for all of eternally! I love you! THEREFORE I HAVE TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!! Because violence is the only way that I know how to express my feelings for you!

Ladybug: “Lila you need help!”

Chrysalis(laughs): “Don’t pretend to care about me! You hated me from the day we first met!”

They continue to battle. They are evenly matched. Chrysalis sweep kicks Ladybug tripping her. Chrysalis pulls a needle out of the top of her cane, and jabs Ladybug in the neck with it. Ladybug passes out.

Marinette wakes up. She sees that she’s still in Cerise’s lair underneath Paris. She tries to get up, but she realizes that she’s tied to a chair. Marinette also realizes that she’s no longer wearing her Ladybug costume. She’s wearing a black gothic lolita dress, with black lace gloves She looks around the room that she’s in, and sees a round table in front of her. The table has chocolates, and a teacup.

Cerise: “Oh good! You’re awake!”

Cerise enters the room. Like Marinette she’s also wearing a gothic lolita dress only hers is purple, with purple lace gloves, plus she has a small purple hat on her head which has the butterfly miraculous attached to the hat, and her face is covered by a black veil.

Marinette(struggling against her restraints): “What the hell is this?”

Cerise sits down on the other side of the table opposite of Marinette.

Cerise: “It’s a date silly!”

Marinette: “You undressed me!”

Cerise: “I made Nooroo cover his eyes.”

Marinette: “That’s not the point, and where is Tikki?”

Cerise: “She’s safe.”

Cerise pulls out a silver tray with the ladybug earrings, and puts it on the table next to her. Tikki appears, and flies over to Marinette.

Cerise: “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to knock you out, but it was the only way.”

Marinette: “Why did you do this?”

Cerise(in a sweet tone of voice): “How else am I supposed to spend any time with you?”

Marinette: “There’s no us Lila!”

Cerise: “Why?”

Marinette: “Do I need to list the reasons why? You’re evil, and I’m with Adrien!”

Cerise(laughs): “Are you now? I’m pretty sure that he broke up with you after he found out that you lied to him about his father. You know when you stop and think about it you’re just as much of a liar as I am. So don’t think that you are too good to date me.”

Cerise gets up, grabs a chocolate off of the table, and walks over to Marinette.

Cerise: “Now open up, and say ahh!”

Marinette: “You must be crazy if you think…”

Before Marinette can finish her sentence Cerise forces the chocolate into Marinette’s mouth.

Marinette reluctantly eats the chocolate. To her surprise it’s really good.

Cerise: “It’s good isn’t it? Nooroo loves those chocolates too. Don’t you Nooroo?”

Nooroo appears out from Cerise’s hat.

Marinette(worried look on her face): “Are you ok Nooroo? She hasn’t hurt you has she?”

Cerise(offended look on face): “ I would never hurt Nooroo! He’s my best friend. The only one who smiles at me ever.”

Cerise holds out her hand, and Nooroo flies over and lands on her index finger.

Nooroo(sad look on face): “I know it’s hard to believe guardian, but there is good in her! Please don’t hurt her!”

Cerise starts coughing.

Cerise: “I don’t have much time left before Gabriel’s wish kills me. Just let me make my wish to create a world without death!”

Marinette: “I can’t let you make your wish. Death is a part of life. Without death there can’t really be life. I’m truly sorry that you’re sick. Again let me help you.”

Cerise: “No! I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in prison!”

Marinette: “You’re die if you don’t.”

Cerise: “It’s your fault that I’m dying! You let your guard down, and because of you Gabriel made his wish, and Nathalie’s illness passed to me!”

Cerise walks behind Marinette, and unties her from the chair that she’s in.

Marinette tries to slap her, but Cerise catches her hand.

Cerise: “That’s not very nice my little ladybug.”

Marinette(Smirk on face): “I had to try.”

Cerise: “Now let’s finish all of these delicious chocolates, and enjoy this date. After all today is Valentine's Day.”

Marinette: “We are not a couple!”

Cerise: “But we can be.”

Cerise sits down on Marinette’s lap.

She lifts up the veil that’s covering her face.

Cerise: “Let yourself love me.”

Cerise kisses Marinette.

Marinette pushes Cerise off of her lap.

Marinette: “Get off me!”

Marinette looks down at the gothic lolita dress that Cerise put her in.

Marinette: “Why did you pick this outfit?”

Cerise(smiles): “I thought that it would look good on you. You look sooo perfect in it like a doll. But we both know that you’re not perfect. You’re just as bad as me. You lied to everyone about Gabriel.”

Cerise jumps back into Marinette’s lap.

Click. There’s a flash of light, and Marinette sees Nooroo holding a camera.

Cerise: “Good boy Nooroo.”

Cerise(whisper’s into Marinette’s ear): “I love the way you lie.”

Marinette’s face blushes.

Tikki: “I’m sorry that I can’t be of more help.”

Cerise: “We can be queens of a new world. All you have to do is let me make a wish.”

Marinette: “I will never help you! What you’re doing is wrong!”

Cerise: “There’s no such thing as right or wrong! You either have power or you don’t!”

Cerise turns away from Marinette.

Cerise: “I’m not like you Marinette! You have a Mother, and Father who both love you! I have nothing! I don’t have many memories of my past.(Cerise starts to cry)My Mother died shortly after I was born. My Father hated me. He blamed me for her death. I’m not human. I’m a sentimonster. I’m nothing.”

Cerise turns back around, and looks at Marinette with a sad smile on her face.

Cerise: “I remember when Gabriel hired me. I was so happy until he fired me. He said I was nothing.”

Marinette gets up from the chair, and walks over to Cerise.

Marinette: “I’m sorry.”

Cerise: “What! Stop! I don’t want your pity!”

Marinette walks over to the table, and

 takes a chocolate off of the table, and eats it.

Marinette: “You’re right.”

Cerise: “Excuse me?!”

Marinette: “You’re right. I do hurt people. I lie to people. I hurt Adrien. I hurt you too. I never should have embarrassed you in front of Adrien on the day you first came here.”

The butterfly miraculous activities, and Cerise can feel Marinette’s negative emotions. Cerise takes the butterfly brooch off of her hat, and pins it to her dress. She places the hat on the table.

Cerise: “Nooroo dark wings rise!”

Nooroo gets sucked into the brooch, and Cerise transforms into Chrysalis.

Chrysalis opens up the top of her butterfly cane, and a akuma flies out of the cane, and towards Marinette.

Marinette(turns and looks at Chrysalis): “ Do it! Akumatized me! I deserve it!”

Chrysalis smacks Marinette across the face.

Chrysalis: “Stop it! Stop trying to be noble!”

Tikki flies over to Marinette.

Marinette: “I’m not trying to be noble. It’s true, I’m a bad person.”

Chrysalis: “Stop it!”

Chrysalis calls the akuma back to her cane.

Chrysalis: “It’s not fun if you want to be akumatized!”

Tikki: “Marinette you need to snap out of it!”

Marinette: “How can I Tikki?”

Chrysalis: “I don’t get it!”

Tikki: “Get what?”

Chrysalis(confused look on face): “I thought that it would make me happy to see you so sad. I’ve dreamed of akumatizing you, but now I just feel uncomfortable.”

Marinette falls to her knees.

Marinette(crying): “Please do it! Just akumatize me already!”

Tikki looks on helplessly not knowing how to help Marinette.

Chrysalis watches Marinette.

Chrysalis: “Dark wings fall!”

Chrysalis turns back into Cerise.

To Cerise’s surprise she finds herself crying as well.

Cerise(thinking): ‘What is this? Am I really crying?’

Just then the wall behind them explodes. A grim-faced Cat Noir walks towards them. He sees Marinette on the floor crying.

Cat Noir: “Get away from her!”

Cerise: “I didn’t do anything to her!”

Cat Noir: “You’re lying!”

Cerise: “Fine don’t believe me! Dark wings rise!”

Cerise turns back into Chrysalis.

Chrysalis: “This is a mood killer. I’m outta here.”

Chrysalis runs towards the table where the silver tray is only to find the ladybug earrings are not on the tray.

Tikki(holding the earrings): “Looking for these?”

Chrysalis(coughing): “I will get both of your miraculous if it’s the last thing that I do!”

Chrysalis turns to look back at Marinette. She grabs the camera off of the table.

Cat Noir: “She’s getting away!”

Marinette(sad tone of voice): “Let her.”

Tikki flies over to Marinette, and places the earrings in her hands.

Marinette gets up, and cries into Cat Noir’s arms.

Marinette(sobs): “I’m a failure!”

Marinette looks into Cat Noir’s eyes.

Marinette: “It’s all my fault! I treated Lila as an enemy before I knew her cause I was jealous that she would steal you away! I kept Chloe at arm's length when she wanted to be Queen Bee, I failed to save Gabriel, and I let my guard down and he made his wish! You must hate me!”

Cat Noir: “No I don’t hate you. But I can’t forgive you. Not yet anyway.”

Marinette: “But what am I supposed to do?”

Cat Noir: “Claws in!”

Cat Noir turns back into Adrien.

Adrien: “I think that you already know what you have to do.”

Marinette: “I have to save Cerise.”

Abandoned warehouse

Cerise is looking at the picture of her, and Marinette on her camera that Nooroo took. She pats Nooroo on the head.

Cerise: “Nooroo why couldn’t I bring myself to akumatize her?”

Nooroo: “Love is a funny thing I think. Kwamis can’t fall in love.”

Cerise: “Maybe people are better off without love.”

[baileypie-writes]

My Thoughts on Wonderful Precure: Episodes 16-20

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Episode 16 - The Mystery of the Mirror Stone:

This episode was… very strange. Especially the crossover. I don’t know anything about the characters featured, but they sure were odd. They didn’t add anything to the plot either. And the mix of art styles was very distracting. I think they should’ve drawn them in Precure’s art style, similar to how Wonderful and Friendy were drawn in their show.

I was surprised that Iroha’s parents found out about everything. Usually, the parents never find out. But I was pleasantly surprised by their reactions. They seemed really happy to be able to talk to Komugi. And Komugi seems to feel the same! Did you see her tail wagging? So cute! I honestly wish they would’ve found out about them being Pretty Cure as well. I know they would’ve been worried, but if you’ve already told them this much, why not go all the way?

I’m also happy that we got to find out the story of the Mirror Stone. It’s very interesting. I hope we get to find out even more about it in the future!

My Rating for This Episode:

7/10 - C-

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Episode 17 - I Will Protect You:

This episode was a good one! We had lots of bonding between characters. I loved the picnic scene. The fact that Satoru can cook, and Iroha cannot is so cute. We got to see lots of baby animals, as well as Mayu as a baby(which was probably my favorite. She’s so cute!).

But the best part of this episode was definitely Cure Nyammy’s full reveal and transformation. Her transformation is by far the best I’ve seen in the entirety of Pretty Cure. It was just so amazing! Blue Cures are always out here serving(even though I don’t see Nyammy as blue)! It’s also cool how she and Lillian get a whole new transformation item! I was really wondering about that. Though, I’m a bit bummed that she doesn’t say “Three, two, nyan!”

My Rating for This Episode:

9/10 - A-

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Episode 18 - Mayu’s Feelings, Yuki’s Feelings:

Happy 1000 episodes of Pretty Cure! I can’t believe I’ve watched that many! The little picture of Cure Wonderful and Cure Black at the end was so cute!

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I personally get why Yuki is so protective of Mayu. She’s right. Every time Mayu’s with them, she gets in danger. But I think she fails to realize that Mayu chooses to be with them for a reason. She wants to help the Garugaru’s too.

I’m really excited for Cure Lillian next episode! I think she’ll get Cure Nyammy to chill out with the attacking haha. If her transformation sequence is as good as Nyammy’s, I’ll be happy. Also, I can’t wait to see their duo attack! Hopefully it’s better than Wonderful and Friendy’s. Their’s is probably the worst one I’ve seen(in my opinion).

My Rating for This Episode:

4/10 - F

Episode 19 - The Birth of Cure Lillian:

I’ve been waiting for this one!

First off, I love Cure Lillian’s transformation! I still like Nyammy’s better though.

I wonder if the hats the characters wear have to do with anything. Because for Lillian, who wears a top hat, her transformation had curtains. So sort of performance/showtime vibes, which kinda does with it? I hope the hats get explained.

Also, I never knew that her name was Lillian because of yarn. But I guess it makes sense, being cat themed and all!

I love how after she transformed, she immediately got into the “fighting” spirit. Other shy characters typically scream and/or run away, but not her. She was just gracefully dodging the attacks, and it was so cool!

It was so nice and heartwarming to see Yuki break her cool and sassy character. It shows how much she really cares for Mayu. I just know they’ll make a great team.

All in all, I think Cure Lillian is awesome! I’m so excited to see more of her, and even more excited to see her and Cure Nyammy’s “weapon” next episode!

My Rating for This Episode:

9/10 - A-

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Episode 20 - Together, We’re Not Scared:

Oh my word, this episode was awesome! It might be one of my new favorites!

First off, Cure Nyammy and Cure Lillian got added into more parts of the intro! I love how they look, and now the team looks more complete!

I’m so glad that Nyammy finally agreed to join the team. I’m sure she’ll do very well. And next episode, she’ll go to school! I’m so excited! She’s really becoming a part of the group!

And lastly, let’s talk about Nyammy and Lillian’s attack! It was pretty cool!

I mean…

“Nyanderful to you”??

“Nyan, deux, trois”???

Come on! I love it!!

I wish they got cooler “weapons” though. Even in the show, the Amity Ribbon Tambourine looks like plastic. Toei could’ve made them look better.

But all in all, this was a very good episode! I can’t wait for the next one!

My Rating for This Episode:

10/10

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Overall Score for These Episodes:

78% - C+

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~~baileypie-writes

[roseblog-rog]

Hello Rose Blog Enjoyers! i haven’t been posting lately because. the horrors. However, I did promise more, so here’s a very self indulgent smut work i finished a little while ago (under the read more line).

(TW for blood, wounds, and knives)

“You’ve Got A Lot of Blood.”

The comment catches me off guard, as nobody has said anything even remotely as deranged as that to me. Okay…that might be an exaggeration, but to be fair I was on my way back from the bathroom to continue sunbathing, and I’d rather not have my beach day interrupted any longer.

I turn to find a woman I’ve never seen before smirking behind me. She’s pretty, with long black hair and red lips. She’s close to my height, wearing dark sunglasses, a large sun hat, and a flowy black robe perfect for the summer weather. She’s even carrying an umbrella (to each their own I guess). Her skin is fairly pale despite the beaming sun.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was a vampire. But I do know better, because vampires aren’t real. Probably.

Besides, why would a vampire be at the beach?

Exasperated, still grumpy about having to get out of my relaxing position to use the bathroom, I snap at her, even though I barely even know her. “What the fuck does that even mean?” I regret it immediately, but hold my ground against this random stranger commenting on my bodily fluids.

“Woah, you’ve got a mouth.” She moves closer to my face and grins devilishly. “I like that.” I can feel her breath, but there’s no real scent to it.

I can very faintly see her dark eyes through the sunglasses, though I can’t tell exactly what color they are. I swear I also see fangs in her mouth, two unnaturally pointy teeth sticking out, but it must be a trick of the light. It has to be.

“Who even are you?” I startle back, the prolonged closeness lasting far too long for my liking. I’m clearly in for a long conversation. Dammit.

“Your worst nightmare.” She grins again, striking some pose out of some shitty porno. To be fair, I wouldn’t really know, but I’m probably right. It’s pretty clear now this is a hookup of some kind. I’m flattered, but I also don’t really…do…hookups. Not my thing, I’d rather get to know someone for a while first. I make this clear.

“While I appreciate the flattery, I’m not really looking for a hookup. Apologies.” Her face falls to a frown, and looking a bit closer I can see traces of desperation. She gets close again, but this time her mood has completely shifted. She’s afraid, voice falling to a whisper.

“Okay look, I’m really hungry and I apologize for thinking you wanted a hookup. You’re cute, so I assumed you do this kind of thing all the time.” I blush at the compliment. “I just…I don’t want to just take people’s blood without asking and I know vampires are sexualized a lot so I guess I just…I don’t know.”

Oh.

She goes quiet.

Earth shattering realizations aside, she needs help. She is clearly not doing well, hunger and some now noticeable burns taking their toll. If I have to lose some blood, fine, as long as there are no needles. Plus I still have some snacks left in my bag.

I sigh, beach relaxation already long gone.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?”

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I understand why she was at the beach of all places now. She lives nearby, a quaint little beach house down the shoreline. Inside, the lights are off, and the curtains are drawn shut.

“I was also turned very recently, and I’m still getting used to everything. That’s why my methods thus far have been, well, unconventional.” She laughs sadly.

I’m helping her apply burn cream in the places she can’t reach, the only light coming from the soft glow of candles scattered around the house. We talk about our lives while softly rubbing the rough patches of her skin. It’s…well, it’s nice.

When we finish, I ask the big question. “So…are you going to bite my neck? I’m not really sure how this actually works.”

She hesitates. “I think so? To be honest, I’m still unsure myself.“ She looks…guilty. “I haven’t actually, uh, had any blood yet? But I know I need it cause regular food wouldn’t go down and I…” She stops, clearly nervous.

“You what?” I ask, cautious.

“I can smell it.” She mutters, eyeing my skin with a sort of contained insanity.

Okay. Not how I expected my day to go, but that’s what life is all about I suppose. “How about we figure it out together? Maybe build up to biting?” I am pointedly ignoring the slight warmth that fills my body when I mention being bit.

“Oh! Yeah, that would work. Uhm, I can make small little cuts with a kitchen knife to build myself up to eating blood. They won’t scar, don’t worry. Besides, it could also build you up to the pain that biting will probably cause.” I blush fiercely, but nod. Thank gods the lighting is dim.

She smiles.

“Well then, let’s get this over with.”

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I’m sitting on her kitchen tile while she finds a knife. I took my shirt off but still have my bra and shorts, not really wanting to show a stranger any more skin than I had to.

With the chaos at the beach and applying burn cream, I never actually stopped to really look at her. She genuinely is pretty, with two fangs now very clearly shimmering as she pulls a knife out of a caninet, red eyes glowing and twitching as she looks at my more exposed skin.

She sits down in front of me, candles still glowing all around us. The knife looks sharp, new. Dangerous.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asks, glancing down warily. Her hands are ever so slightly shaking.

And that’s the question, isn’t it? Do I trust her enough to run a blade across my skin? To feed herself with my blood like her life depended on it (which it does)? To sink her fangs into my neck? To lose herself as she drinks from me? I shudder.

“Yes. I trust you.” Let’s hope I don’t regret it.

She nods and gets closer to me. I can feel her breath on my body again, warm air pressing gently against my chest as she raises the knife up to touch me. I can see it in her face: she cares. She’s trying to be as careful as possible, afraid of hurting me any more than she has to. My heart stutters ever so slightly.

The blade is now touching my skin, gliding like a feather all over. It’s cold, and I occasionally get the chills. She hasn’t made any cuts yet, hasn’t pressed down even slightly to draw blood, but from the fire in her eyes I can tell she wants to.

And then a sharp pain hits me above my left breast. I flinch, a small whimper falling from my lips.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes flick back and forth between the cut and my face. She licks her lips, but still holds back. I can feel a few drops of blood slowly sliding down to stain my bra. It feels warm. Fuck, it actually feels…good. The adrenaline is already pumping, and I look down to see the red liquid continuing to drip.

Drip. Drip. Drip. It’s beautiful.

“I want more.” The words surprise us both as they leave my mouth, and I almost go to backtrack and apologize before she smirks. She brings her face close to mine, her lips just barely touching my ear.

“So do I.” She whispers, and from the sensation of it alone I whimper again. She’s already lost it, I’m thinking to myself, as she quickly bends forward to lick up every last drop of my life force with no hesitation. My skin gets wetter and more sensitive from her tongue’s movements, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan.

I think I’m losing it too.

Once satisfied with the first cut, she quickly brings the knife back up to my skin to glide across it more. This time she doesn’t wait, very quickly making a new cut above the right breast this time. She starts licking the new wound, far more eagerly than the first time. This time I can’t contain myself and start to moan softly. I can feel my underwear getting wet already. Fuck.

This continues for what feels like hours. Cut after cut, lick after lick. It doesn’t hurt enough to cause serious detriment or extreme blood loss, but each time the blade presses deeper I still feel that sharp pain, that adrenaline. It’s addicting. I’ve quickly become a shaking whimpery mess, and my desperation for more only makes her increasingly eager to drink. To feed. My body is completely smeared red, the blood also coating her face. Her lips. I can smell the iron now, that intoxicating metallic smell only making me wetter. I never want this to end. I want her to keep draining me of my life force, to keep using me as nothing more than a glorified blood bag. I need her to drink me until there’s nothing left.

However, to my disappointment, she moves the blade off of my skin, lifting it up to a few inches from my face. It’s covered in red at this point, with a few drops still gliding down the blade. Behind it I see her, also drenched. She licks her lips to catch a stray drop of red. Hot.

“I was just gonna lick it off the blade…but I have a better idea.” She rubs all the blood from the knife onto the lower half of my face, and I shake even harder. Once the blade is cleaned off, my face now painted to her liking, she places it off to the side. I can feel every drop of my essence slowly falling from my face down to my neck.

She then gets closer, bringing her lips close to mine. I lean in, but she places a finger against my mouth. I can taste the iron. “Look at you, so desperate for more. It’s adorably pathetic.” My body continues to shake. “You’re more into this than I am! You sure you aren’t a vampire? Or are you really just a canvas, eager to be drenched and painted to my liking?” She smirks, then, pushing her finger into my mouth. I instinctively start to suck on it, the taste of my life force already filling me. She chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

As I continue to suck, she starts to lick my face. She starts at the cheeks, but slowly and subtly moves down further and further. The jaw. The chin. By the time I realize she’s licking a spot on my neck with extra time and care, she’s already going for a bite.

The feeling of fangs penetrating my skin is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I inhale sharply, bracing. But then it hits me. The feeling of her fangs inside my skin, drinking. I feel my blood pumping, feel it being sucked out of me. The pain is absolutely euphoric, and I can already feel my warm essence dripping down my neck. I moan wildly. I hear her moan as well, whether from pleasure or a satiated hunger. Maybe both.

I keep squirming from sheer pleasure alone, even as she pulls her fangs out to start licking the two marks in my neck. It’s all so warm. I can’t stop the whimpers and moans from leaving my mouth, so much so that she starts subtly grinding her knee against my crotch as she feeds. She’s absolutely drenched in my life force, painted red just like me.

We are both bloody and beautiful, and everything feels wonderful.

Eventually, though, she falls back and lies down, sighing in relief. I look at her, the candlelight illuminating her frame. She’s breathing deeply, coated in red with a soft smile on her face. She’s really pretty. Everything feels so warm and fuzzy and…blurry. I realize now that I was getting so lost in the pleasure of it all I didn’t realize that I lost a lot of blood. A lot of it.

“B..bag.” I’m swaying now, an absolutely goofy grin on my face from how wonderful everything was. I feel close to fainting. She looks at me, confused, and I see in her face exactly when she realizes what’s happening. She mutters a curse and goes to grab my bag.

There’s blood all over me, completely staining my bra and shorts. The floor surrounding me is also covered, and I run a finger across it to get another taste of iron. I can feel my skin start to harden, my life force starting to dry up. I still feel so much pleasure I can hardly think straight...or maybe that’s the blood loss.

She runs back in with my bag and fishes out a nutrient bar for me to eat. I take slow bites, my breathing starting to level. When I finish, I collapse into her arms and mutter a “thank you.”

“Wha—thank you, ya dork! I’m the one that needed this.” She chuckles fondly and I smile. I feel myself drifting into sleep, and the last thing I feel are her fingers running through my hair.

~

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

I'm really glad to ask some (a lot, lol) question~ 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 12 for Es 2, 5, 11, 12, 14 for Amane and 3, 5, 6, 19, 20, 21 for Kazui ❤

Yay questions!

CW Cults and indoctrination, child abuse, internalized homophobia

Es

1- Favorite song lyrics?

They don't have a lot to pick from, huh? But from Undercover, it's probably:

The fine line between "Hate" and "OK" Shouldn't you look beyond your EGO, before it all ends?

The first line, to me, really encapsulates how black and white the judgement system in Milgram is, and thus how horrendously inefficient it is. There's very little we can actually do to convey nuance in our voting, it really is a choice of just "you're perfectly okay and have done nothing wrong" or "we hate you and think there is no way you could ever be Forgiven", with only the 50% voting line separating the extremes. Sure, we can try to communicate with the voices in their head, but that's highly unreliable and unpredictable, so in practice "hate or ok" are really our only options. And Es' by extension.

Then the other line, asking to look beyond our own experiences to understand people with lives extremely different from our own, and how we have to do it fast because we don't exactly get unlimited time to come to our conclusions.

Though of course, this isn't just about us. Es is the one singing to themself in a way, and seeing how these things are phrased, it really helps show that despite how Es always act in control and on top of things, they still have their doubts and worry about how their judgement can affect the prisoners.

There's also Hibana, and for Es (and in general) my favorite lyric there is:

I don’t want to love a weak-minded love Come on, make it hurt more properly Going so far it’s no longer funny, is surely much more enjoyable come on, melt me more properly

Going by my personal interpretation of what the hell is going on in this cover, this line really ties together the meaning of Es wanting to make decisions with confidence, when it actually gives them extreme anxiety. Which, I do realize makes no sense when you look at the line by itself but I swear it works in the context of the wider interpretation.

2- Favorite MV moment/frame?

They have like three scenes what am I even supposed to say. Anyways it's probably this one.

It's definitely the most intriguing thing related to Es themselves in my opinion, only really challenged by the time they show up after all the smiles. The reason I'm not using that one is that it's difficult to tell whether or not it actually is Es even though contextually it's the only thing that makes sense.

Anyways about this spotlight scene. I like that Es isn't wearing all their uniform; they're missing the cape, the hat, the 'reciffO nosirP' (Prison Officer) and 'tse mudnatibud subinmo eD' ("Everything must be doubted" in Latin) band things... The point is to show that there is a person under all that, Es is not just the Warden. It's still a heavy part of their person, as they're still wearing most of the outfit, the gloves, and the keychain thing, but it's not all they are. Plus the spotlight and their expression, because again, as much as Es tries to confidently judge others, they themselves can get nervous when confronted, when there's a 'spotlight' placed on them.

Anyways I like it :D

3- Favorite non-MV official illustration?

This question made me realize I really don't know how many non-MV illustrations there are lol. Anyways here's the Tumblr compressed version of the third anniversary artwork.

I just love how this looks, and there's two Es'! That's double the fun! Plus them literally trying to grab at the prisoners' minds like grabbing at sand; it always falls off, Es literally cannot grasp what's going on in all their lives. Love it.

5- Favorite voice drama line/moment?

You'd think it would be difficult to pick considering the guy shows up in literally all the VDs.

It isn't.

[Of Blessedness and Punishment] Amane: You're a child, too! Es: Wrong. I'm fifteen, so I'm an adult in Puerto Rico and Haiti. You're twelve, so you're a child no matter the country. Amane: ...!! Es: Hehe. You look angry. Amane: I don't. Es: You do. Amane: I don't!!

The siblings ever. The fact Es completely made up the fact is even funnier.

For something more serious:

[TASK] Es: What is this shit about being a companion? I exist to judge your sins - as a guard! I don't have the need to shake hands with you!  Kotoko: Es? You don't see yourself as the executioner, right? Es: ...!? Kotoko: I've said it before, there are a lot of sinners which the law cannot punish. On the reverse, it is the same, there are also innocent people who are wrongly accused due to unsound laws. You also have the duty to forgive these people, no? Es: Haaah… Kotoko: You are not the executioner who convicts people for their sin. The person who offers to save the murderers who deserve to be forgiven.. It's also you. Es: Aaah.. Mm.. *shallow gasping* Kotoko: Come, Es… then, listen to my sin… Es: *gasp* Prisoner number 10.. Kotoko.. Come..! Sing… your… sins… *sob*

Es angst inject that shit in my soul-

[Imposter Boulevard] Es: It’s a personal dislike of mine. People who act based on their sexual urges like that, that is. Kazui: It’s personal? Es: Yeah. That’s right. Kazui: That’s strange. I did think that, despite being neutral as a Warden, you had some things you dislike, but… Es: … Kazui: Isn’t it unusual to openly reveal a personal dislike as a personal dislike? Es: You’re splitting hairs.

In case it's not obvious, I love when the mask slips a bit and we can tell Es as a person is more than just an extension of the audience. Look! They have personal dislikes! And of course it's Kazui who gets to see a bit of the "real" Es surfacing, because who the hell else would it be?

There's way more of course, but I have to limit myself a bit.

6- Favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

Amane. Again, the siblings ever.

More seriously, it's not just that I love their interactions when they're fucking around, I also love all the parallels and the ideological clashes. The undying devotion to an extremely harmful system. The view of themselves as an extension of a group rather than as an individual ("we? what's we?"). The way they both hate being seen as children, forced to grow up too fast. The way they both try to convince themselves they're happy with their life and condition, to the point it's almost convincing, until you look closer and see the cracks. How Amane hates Es because of what they've done to her, because they're the same as her abusers in her eyes. How Es goes dead silent when Amane brings up their similarities, when usually they'd lash out at the mere idea of the Warden being like a prisoner, because they understand to an extent. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

I also love Es' dynamics with most of the prisoners, but Amane is something else.

7- Favorite relationships with another character if they weren't in Milgram, the way you'd imagine or would like them to be?

Honestly, this one's kinda hard because so much of Es' character is directly linked to Milgram. Imagining them outside the Panopticon in general is sorta difficult.

I think they and Amane could still be besties, but other than that, maybe Yuno? I think she wouldn't feel the need to put up a front next to the "I hate everyone anyways" vibe Es gives off, so they'd be judgmental buddies! Just imagine them doing each other's makeup while shit-talking everyone they can think of. Maybe throw Muu in for extra shit and giggles.

12- What do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

I mean, literally anything? Es isn't discussed very often, which I guess makes sense, but it's unfortunate. More specifically, I wish people discussed the more concrete things we know about their personality a bit more. There's plenty of posts speculating on what is going on with them; where they came from, whether or not they're related to the prisoners in some way, what is their connection with the eleventh cell, that kind of stuff. And that's all very fun, I love those posts! But I have never seen an Es character analysis the same way I've seen analyses for practically all other characters (<- also hasn't written a proper analysis of them beyond the Hibana cover post). Still, I do understand why people don't, there's a lot of interesting characters in Milgram!

Amane

2- Favorite MV moment/frame?

This is like asking me to pick a favorite child what do you mean. I love her MVs too much why would you do this to me.

Anyways here's my favorite child moment.

Look at her!!! She's going to fucking destroy her mother let's go girlie fucking kill!

I just love how happy she looks here. Plus the eyes, the eyes. This entire part of the MV is great, it just makes me happy to see Amane happy you know what I mean? Plus the whole rainbow and rain and umbrella symbolism, and the fiction bleeding into reality (the eyes!), it's all awesome. I love her so much, she should smile like this when she stabs Shidou in the stomach I think he'd understand.

5- Favorite voice drama line/moment?

I could be cheap and tell you it's the same as Es', but it's really not.

[Apostle and Death] Amane: Okay! I’m kind, so I shall forgive you. That’s nice, isn’t it? If my parents were in my place, you would have been lectured for another hour. [...] Amane: ...isn’t it condescending of you to assume that just because I happen to be a child, I am incapable of hating someone enough to kill them?

Amane Freudian slipping into admitting she fucking despised her mother will never not be extremely entertaining to me. Yes, talk about how much you fucking hate her, kill girl kill!

[Of Blessedness and Punishment] Amane: You fool. Isn't MILGRAM trying to enforce a new standard of judgment precisely because laws cannot guide this world onto the right path? Are you still being weighed down by the law? [...] Amane: "We"? What's "we"? Are you not just "I"? Es: ... I...? Amane: Aren't we the same? Me and Guard-san.

PARALLELS

Also when she attacked Es with scissors. I think Milgram should have allowed it, it would have been funny if the Warden just fucking died before Trial 2 ended.

11- What are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

What aren't my favorite points of her narrative? Again asking me to pick a favorite child here.

If I had to pick one, probably the way the line between her cult's beliefs, Amane's interpretation of her cult's beliefs, and Amane's own desires blurs to a point it's really hard to figure out what she's actually thinking at any given time. Especially because of how Amane views all these things. Her cult is unquestionable but also she subconciously hates a lot of its aspects and twists its beliefs to justify her actions to herself. Her desires are sinful and animalistic (Animal cover and cat parallels go brrrrrr), but she still wants to follow them so so badly. Ugh, internal conflict my beloved.

And also I love how desperate she is to endure everything that's happened to her. Her unrelenting will to survive and go against the people who hurt her, the way she's still glad to have been born, the way she still tries so hard to be happy and make others around her happy. Holy shit this kid is the strongest (in terms of willpower) character in Milgram and no one can tell me otherwise, it's so unfair she has to be that way it makes me immensely sad augh-

And also I love how angry she gets occasionally. How spiteful and rage filled she can be. I will never get tired of seeing Amane in pure, unfiltered fury. Yes, girl, stab Es with scissors, kill your mom, stab Shidou, do it!

And also (could keep going for several thousand words)

12- What do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

I think Amane is discussed pretty well here on Tumblr, much as I've heard horror stories about what the Discourse looks like in other sites. But if there's one thing I wish more people brought up is how despite everything, Amane is motivated by the desire to make everyone happy. Positive Parade cover go brr.

Especially in things like the Fuuta situation. I feel like some people see it as just her trying to recruit for her cult or something, when really she's just trying to help him. Same with warning Mahiru against medicine to "save her soul" in a way. Healing the cat. Becoming the "perfect girl", the March Leader with the cloud ribbon, to make her abusers happy. Trying to make the best of the situation by attempting to turn Milgram into an ideal world. Trying to stay happy because that's the one thing she's worked towards her entire life.

In fact, I personally believe this is why Yuuri is depicted in Magic as maybe "kinder" than the others (might make a post about that at some point). Its ordainment is "Thou shall deliver unto those thou believest in", as in, "help those you believe deserve it." This is the one ordainment which is actually kinda in line with Amane's desires, so she imagines Yuuri as less angry at her and more compassionate than the others.

My point is that a lot of the time I feel her actions are talked about as either just motivated by her cult or just motivated by Amane's """sinful""" desires, be it her anger at her abusers or her cravings like wanting to eat cake, when really I think the happiness thing is the main motivator behind those things and it's not quite talked about as much. Does that make sense?

14- Any headcanons on their appearance?

Huh, I usually don't have many headcanons on appearance, but I can try.

I think my favorite is Amane having really sharp fangs. Like, talking anime style unrealistically sharp fangs that make her a terrifying hisser. Cat Amane my beloved.

...

Also she has small (say, 0,5 cm diameter), red circular scars all over her back. Stun gun injuries (no picture on the link) basically. Listen things with Amane can't stay very wholesome for very long-

Kazui

3- Favorite non-mv official illustration?

Uh... Maybe his door?

(That's kinda small lol)

It looks nice as it is, plus it has some nice symbolism as does every door image. I just think it's neat.

5- Favorite voice drama line/moment?

[Imposter Boulevard] Kazui: I despise myself for lying, too. Being a liar, you see – it’s painful. Es: Heh. Then just– Kazui: So I’ve tried to change! I’ve tried to change. I have tried to stop lying to myself and others! Es: … Kazui: I’ve confided in others. I’ve tried to be myself! I’ve tried to just be the way I was born! Es: …Hey, Kazui– Kazui: It’s not my lies that killed her. She’s dead because I stopped lying to her! If I had just kept lying- She wouldn’t have died…! Es: Kazui… Kazui: I can’t live unless I lie. That’s how I was born… I’m pathetic, aren’t I?

I mean, come on. It's the basis of his character and crime, and the voice acting is fucking insane in this section. Apart from how emotional it is, I also like that it still ends in the same somewhat performative self-loathing Es calls him out for in the first VD.

[Gouging in the Night] Es: Showing a hint of weakness and trying to get on my good side like that… Is that another one of your "adult techniques"? [...] Is there anyone who lets themselves get fooled by a specifically prepared "weak" side of yourself? I see, I see… So these are the kinds of skills that you gain when you've lived for a long time.

Gotta love it when a character regrets something bad enough not to be able to forgive himself for it, but he's so afraid of facing consequences and social reprimand because he's built his entire worth around others' opinions that he still heavily plays up the self-loathing to be pitied.

Timelines [23/9/2] Yuno: Haha, we both lie, don't we? The difference is the reason for lying. Kazui-san, you lie to protect yourself, because you're important to yourself. For me, no one is particularly important. That includes myself as well.

Unlike Yuno, who explicitly doesn't want to be pitied. Love these two.

I don't know if I'm explaining it right, but that's what I get from the whole mess.

6- Favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

I love his interactions with Yuno, of course, the Liar Duo. Yuno is such a little bitch to him all the time, I adore it. However, I also love his dynamic with Es, if they count for this question. Kazui's VDs are great.

But honestly Kazui has a lot of good options here. The smoking group with Shidou and Mikoto is fun, his interactions with Mahiru and Amane are also always nice, etc.

19- What do you think their childhood/teenage years were like?

Extremely closeted homosexual, of course. Probably tried to """compensate""" in some way by acting as traditionally masculine as possible, I imagine he was quite the dudebro. With how much emphasis his parents seem to have put on his strength and tradition, I get the feeling he may have been a somewhat stereotypical jock.

That's why I think he may have done a lot of really stupid shit as a teenager and tries to distance himself from them now, which is why he puts so much emphasis on his age despite being less than forty years old. He feels like a completely different person than who he was as a teen, and while he was always self-concious about a lot of shit, he's maybe especially self-concious of the shit he did when he was younger.

Don't take any of that very seriously, though. All of that is practically headcanon vaguely guided by the text!

20- What do you think their social life was like before milgram?

Going off the previous idea, I imagine he only kept a few connections from his teenage years, which is why the one childhood friend he brings up is so notable to him. It's the only one who Kazui really wanted to stick around.

There's obviously Hinako and Kazui's other coworkers, fellow policepeople. The way I interpret the bar scenes in half is Kazui meeting with friends, the bartender being the childhood friend and the woman being someone he met as an adult.

Other than that, I imagine he was pretty closed off and didn't talk to many other people. He seems like the type to enjoy a mostly closed off friend group, but I don't really have anything to support that claim other than vibes alone so.

21- Do you have any similarities with them/relate to something in them?

Uh... I guess personality-wise we're not too different. In real life, I'm quiet and reserved, don't express much emotion, mostly have a "well this is happening now I guess. We vibe though" attitude to most of what goes down in my life, and don't like talking about myself much which yes is making this question sorta difficult.

Thanks for all the questions! This took a while lol.

[mybabydenkikaminari]

Episode 3 (OPLA)

-Usopp’s introduction oh booy (Jacob honey, you are so on point,, it’s kind of scary - but in a good way)

-Nami’s glasses appreciation

-Our beloved first Rolly Roger making a spectacular appearance

-”Nami, I think that the toilet is busted””We don’t have a toilet””Oh” 

-Still “Not a crew”

-Luffy lines in general, just chef kiss

-Helmeppo getting what he deserves for being a bratty shit

-Luffy disarming Nami’s sarcastic comments

-Zoro and Nami getting in agreement that they are still stealing the ship

-Luffy and Usopp already sharing one brain cell, even if they just meet

-Garp playing with Koby like he plays with Sengoku

-Sham is a woman

-One complain that I have is that I would prefer Klahadore being more slim and tall, but I understand that it’s not realistic in any way or form, but his face is very very on point

-Luffy just accepting the invitation of this random rich girl to dinner, and the rest just rolling with it (yeah yeah NOT A CREW, my ass)

-Nami being shown that hates rich people (I think is very on point for her and a nice addition)

-Showing more of Kaya and Usopp relationship in general, and how much he cares about her and visiting her for her birthday and giving her a present and how much Kaya appreciates him too (Idk it just felt more real and important that in the manga or the anime)

-Btw the creepy blue tea and soup it’s a nice touch

-The closet scene, every single line is gold. Luffy not getting the point of Nami showing clothes. Zoro in the bathrobe complaining that he wants to wear black to Nami. Nami handing him the T-shirt that he would end up wearing and complaining about them. Nami betting with Luffy. As I said, Chef Kiss

-Kladahore being the gigantic asshole that he is in every piece of media

-Garp being a mentor for Koby getting the attention that deserves

-The outfits for the dinner party, OMG, everyone looked gorgeous and rightfully so

-Usopp and Luffy still sharing the same brain cell

-Usopp doing heart eyes to Kaya went he walks down the stairs

-Nami wearing Kaya’s mother dress and starting to realize that Kaya is nice

-Zoro naming the place where Jango would end up starting his friendship/relationship with Fullbody 

-Nami’s girl boss energy

-Luffy correcting Kaya about being pirates and everyone reacting to it (Nami throwing daggers at Luffy, Usopp spitting his drink and Zoro facepalming)

-Luffy’s speech in general 10/10

-The scene with the knives of Kuro making Merry a butterfly (poor Merry :c)

-Arlong making his first appearance and showing that he is scary bitch and he will really own the East Blue easy

-Buggy being the rat that he is, throwing Luffy under the bus

-All the Straw Hats leaving their rooms (Zoro for alcohol, Lufffy for food and Nami for objects)

-Zoro already getting lost, not accepting that is his fault, as usual

-Nami and Kaya’s new friendship

-”Kaya needs me” 

-Usopp and Kaya explaining to the Strawhats that they are NOT a COUPLE when all they have seen is them looking at each other with heart eyes and being in love

-Usopp also listing all the qualities of Kaya, like bitch YOUR CRUSH IS SHOWING

-”You are asking the wrong guy” 

-”Okay. But if you were Kaya would you like me?” “I already like you” Oh, Luffy sweety 

-Usopp and his daddy issues being represented is something that I like a lot. In the manga and the anime Usopp is totally fine with it, and I didn’t like it at all so for me this is a very good change. (I honestly hate Yasopp for leaving Usopp behind, I mean you can say a lot of things about Garp's terrible parenting skills but he at least cares about Luffy, Dragon cares more about Luffy than Yasopp about his own son, and that is saying something. Even Roger had a good excuse to not be there for Ace. I am just mad, but that has nothing to do with the Live Action so moving on)

-”If you’re gonna talk about feelings, I’m really gonna need a drink” Zoro what a mood

-Koby believing Usopp