#geez this took so long haha

[canariie]

something blue

Rating: K+

Synopsis: “How are you feeling, Hinamori?” he asked.

“I’m doing well! I’m enjoying the party!” she said cheerily, but even to her ears it felt a bit forced. She sighed and took another sip, avoiding her captain’s watchful eyes.

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Amidst the dancing and drinks, Momo doesn't realize how overwhelmed she feels on Renjii's wedding day.

Word Count: 5590 words

Setting: the RenRuki wedding during We Do KNOT Love You!

Prompt: @hitsuhina-week Celebration 2023 Day 7 - Future

Authour’s Note: Welcome to my pasta-salad of a fic! Partly because I think I tried to put so much into this, culminating in my longest fic on tumblr and usurping i just called to say's position!

This is also RenRuki adjacent, so proceed how you would with that.

Similar to that fic, this is also INCREDIBLY LATE and I apologize for that! It also has several music inspirations going from Enchanted (Taylor's Version) & Back to December (Taylor's Version) to the tone of Billie Eilish's What was I Made For & my future—and I think that shows hahahaha

I hope you all enjoy it!

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Momo was excited for the nijikai, the less formal wedding after party, because that’s where the night truly began.

Renjii had picked Daruma Bar, a familiar haunt of his that the lieutenants had visited many times after late meetings, long work weeks and happy hour celebrations. And maybe it was the romantic in Momo, but she was delighted that they were celebrating a new chapter for her friend in a place that was cemented in such fond memories.

The Bar’s decorations were less ostentatious than the engagement party and the Kuchiki ceremonial shrine. However, it warmed Momo’s heart to see Kuchiki-taicho act so openly benevolent towards his younger sister—something unusual for the typically aloof man.

There was a room at the back of the bar off the side kitchen, dedicated for the respective parties to get ready. It had doubled as storage and a changing space for the servers, leaving it cramped with boxes and a folding screen. To call it a room was generous but the larger formal one was rightfully reserved for Rukia to get ready. Momo had joined in on the groom’s side because she was much closer to Renjii—and, because she hadn’t gotten the chance to spend time alone with him.

“How do you feel, Abarai-kun?” Momo had asked as she took the groom’s outer robe from him, carefully folding it away. The garment had been a gift from Kuchiki-taicho who had it embellished with the Sixth Division symbol. Izuru and Ikkaku had gone with the human, Kurosaki, to look for the final additions to Renjii’s next outfit for the night, leaving Momo alone to help the groom get ready.

“I don’t know…normal—but not?” the tall man shrugged. “I’m not used to all this pomp and circumstance—especially everyone looking at me.”

Momo laughed as she handed Renjii the black suit bag—a custom tailoring from the Quincy boy.  “It’s your day Abarai-kun, everyone should be looking at you!”

His cheeks turned bright red, rivaling his hair. “I’ve had enough of it for a while.” Renjii moved behind the screen, and Momo turned her back around to give him further privacy as he removed the other layers. (Days spent in the Shinigami Academy had broken through any semblance of modesty when they had to quickly change between fitness courses and studies along with their overnight camps).

“How are you, Hinamori-kun?”

“Me?” Momo looked down at her hands as she played with the strings of her purse, fiddling with the knotted ends.

“No, the other girl in the room,” he scoffed loudly.

She rolled her eyes and threw a tie over her shoulder and screen, smiling in delight when she heard him yelp.

“You were pretty emotional at the engagement party—and now at the ceremony…I just wasn’t expecting you to cry so much.”

Momo smiled to herself— she had definitely cried her fair share of tears the last couple of days. But she’d shed them all again because they were happy tears. And she knows she wasn’t the only one to be overwhelmed by such a beautiful moment; for even the human girl, Orihime, had started crying so much so when Rukia walked down the aisle, the human couldn’t hold her camera straight. During the ceremony, Momo had sat with Rangiku and the other lieutenants, and was bawling as soon as she saw Renjii have his first glance at Rukia.

“I’m just so…happy for you,” Momo sniffled feeling an onslaught of tears come on. “Is that such a bad thing?” she asked as she could hear him chuckle behind the screen.

She couldn’t help it. Momo loved love and she loved that her dear friend had finally found his.

Momo remembered in the Academy, how Renjii has first come out as rough around the edges. It had been the first time she had met someone from one of the lower districts, and she didn’t quite know what to make of him—except that his eyebrows were quite strange.

But any reservations she may have initially had melted away when she saw his sincere heart and what a dedicated friend he was. From walking her back to her dorm after late night studying sessions to dropping off sweets before her advanced kido exam to sticking by her side when they were prematurely attacked by the hollow—Momo dearly wished that Renjii believed in himself like how he believed in his friends.

“How do I look?”

Momo turned around, and gasped. The taller man had left his hair loose, hanging long down his shoulders—making him look older and more debonair. And though the black formal suit was atypical garb for him, he somehow brought it all together with his usual black bandana. He looked good.

Renjii tugged at his collar, wincing in discomfort. “Is it too stuck up?”

The young girl shook her head and walked closer, taking the tie into her hands. “Abarai-kun, you are going to break a lot of hearts tonight.” She winked. “It’s a good thing you’re a married man.”

“You sound like Matsumoto—or Hisagi after a couple of drinks,” he chuckled in disbelief. “But you really think so? I don’t look out of place?” He joked casually, but Momo could detect something deeper.

“Abarai-kun,” she tightened the knot and looked up at him. “Do you feel like you don’t belong?”

He shrugged his shoulders so much that the ruby tie slipped out of her fingers. “It just feels like a lot—the ceremony, the wedding party. We knew we wanted to be together, but I didn’t expect it would become such a big event,” Renjii looked away to the side. “It’s all out of my comfort zone,” he confessed, twisting the ring on his finger.

She looked at him sympathetically. “I know you two have gone through a lot, Abarai-kun,” Momo reasoned softly, putting her hand on his arm, having him look down at her. “But I can say with absolute confidence that the two of you are the strongest and happiest when you two are together. This party—it just became something for everyone else to put their energy into having fun for one night.”

Momo smiled wholeheartedly. “And honestly I’m sure for Rukia-san, she doesn’t care for all these extravagances—she’d marry you even with paper rings.” She reached up to straighten out the wrinkles on his shoulder. “Again—I’m so happy for you.”

Renjii smiled and ruffled her hair, much to her protests. “Thanks, Hinamori-kun.” The taller man paused, like he was trying to uncover something on her face, but before Momo could ask, Ikkaku came barreling in with the human boy Kurosaki and Kira following suit.

“We found the corsage!” Ikkaku boomed, holding it up in victory.

“Byakuya had it expedited shipped from some out-there province—but wasn’t clear about which import hub it was located in,” the human boy said as he rolled his eyes.

...

Daruma Bar had transformed from the quaint backyard bar they knew into a bustling reception area. Tealights strung from the trees, hanging over a generous dance floor, already teeming with well-dressed officers. There were Kuchiki mansion staff seen around serving cocktail drinks while Hisagi was manning the DJ booth (a custom export from the human world), with an overeager Omaeda directing the spotlight.

Momo found herself ushered out onto the main floor, following the loud cheers of the groom party as the bridal party followed suit. Rukia was resplendent in a white cocktail dress, though she still wore her veil attached to the back of her head. There were tiny little strawberry flowers dotting the lining—which Rangiku had eagerly whispered into Momo’s ear during the ceremony that Orihime had personally embroidered as a gift.

It was only with the deafening cheer when the young couple satisfied the crowd with a kiss that the party truly started.

A dusk had descended on the day, with candles illuminating the tables and basking everyone in red orange hues. Momo could see many of her lieutenants around the tables, chatting and mingling, along with lower seated officers who were clinking glasses of beer together. There was a relaxed air, and she felt immediately at ease to see everyone unwind.  

Hisagi had blasted the music loudly, and only for the fact that it was an official Gotei Thirteen event (and that Kyoraku-soutaicho was enjoying a round of shots himself), Momo was sure they would have violated some noise pollution ordinances. But when Renjii pulled her onto the dance floor as a line dance came on, she couldn’t help herself but laugh out loud and try to follow along.

And Momo danced. In the group dances when the crowd swarmed to the floor, she jumped from side to side. When the music slowed to heartfelt ballads, she clutched onto Nanao’s shoulders, singing with her whole heart out.

During the brief moments of respite when she was taking a break with a drink in hand, she found her eyes drifting to the human group on the side.

The war had been long over, but there was still a wide berth around the Quincy boy, Uryuu, who stood off to the side chatting with the other tall human. Momo could see Orihime run over to them, trying to liven up the conversation and eagerly pointing to her plate of food. And in between the loud beats of music, she found herself thinking how the war had left invisible scars on all of them.

The music shifted to softer, mellow music and Momo eagerly took that as a cue to head over to the chef’s table. There were several cooks who were preparing popular street food from the different districts of Rukongai, such as taiyaki, grilled corn and okonomiyaki pancakes—many of which she knew were Renjii’s favourites. There was still the presence of Kuchiki-taicho’s influence in the decoration, from the ornate ice sculptures, exquisite flower bouquets among finger sized hors d’oeuvres and a slow roasted pigling on the split. 

Momo didn’t want to eat too much as she was keen to dance more without the heavy feeling of being full. So, she quickly took a bite of the taiyaki before walking over the newlywed couple who were in line with Kuchiki-taicho at the kabob stall.  

Renjii gestured forward with his meat skewer, holding it by the Sixth Captain’s face. “You have to try this, Taicho! It’s an Inuzuri special!”

Rukia nodded her head eagerly, the excitement sparkling in her violent eyes. “They marinate the meat with plums to help sweeten it.”

Momo had to laugh at the look at the sixth divison’s captain’s face—the only indication of displeasure was the slight downturn of his lips. He slowly took the skewer, inspecting it on all sides before lifting it up and taking the smallest bite Momo had ever seen. He chewed slowly, maintaining contact with the eager eyes of the bride & groom, before swallowing.

“It is…appropriate,” he sufficed, before dabbing his lips with a napkin.

...

The party continued in beat again, with no clear sign of stopping. Hisagi’s position of DJ had been usurped by one of the Shiba men, eager to grab the mic and direct the audience in line dances. After the ninth lieutenant had realized what happened, it was a loud battle where the music changed pace and tempo to their scramble, confusing the audience in between switching from easy going sways and fast jigs. The fight immediately ceased and desisted when the older Shiba came on stage and hit the two men both, stopping the bickering without any question. It was only when the music slowed to a soft classical tune, did Momo decide it was time to sit out for a bit after another long stint on the dance floor.

She walked up to her captain, who was leaning casually against one of the high tables, observing the party with his eyes straying down to his phone every so often. Though he looked relaxed, Momo knew him well enough to know that he was eagerly waiting for the vizards from the Human World to join—specifically a short blond woman.

A server walked by, and Momo quickly took a drink, shooting a generous smile at the staff in thanks.

“Go easy on the drinks,” Hirako mused with a smile tugging on his lips, “We still have work tomorrow.”

Her captain had eagerly taken the opportunity to dress in human clothes, wearing a dark pinstripe suit with silver tie. Momo had never seen him before so excited to dress up and he had taken many trips to the Human World to find the right outfit.

“Taicho, the suit looks quite good on you!” she remarked, leaning against the table with a champagne glass in her hands. Now that she had stopped dancing, she didn’t quite realize how much her feet were hurting. She sighed, inhaling the dusky air that was sweet and heavy with candle smoke.

“You also look good,” her captain remarked, holding his glass up in a cheers motion. “Matsumoto had fun with the makeup?”

Momo smiled in agreement as she played with her flower hair ornament. “She did a fantastic job!”

The two lieutenants had eagerly gone through the stores looking for appropriate kimonos to wear. And even though the older woman had more stamina than Momo in that respect, she enjoyed the shopping spree; especially when she finally settled on a light pink print with white printed flowers. Rangiku had helped her dress up and made sure to spend extra time on the younger girl’s makeup and hair before getting ready herself.

When Momo finally saw the look, light pink blush and soft red lips, she couldn’t stop staring at herself which filled her with greater anticipation for tonight.

“How are you feeling, Hinamori?” he asked.

“I’m doing well! I’m enjoying the party!” she said cheerily, but even to her ears it felt a bit forced. She sighed and took another sip, avoiding her captain’s watchful eyes.

Hirako took a long swig of his drink. “You’ve been crying a lot—I know you and Abarai are close friends…” he drifted off. “But is there nothing else going on?”

Momo swished the glass around, looking down. “I’m not sure,” she confessed. “I am happy for Abarai-kun—I truly am.”

The Fifth captain leveled her with a long stare. “Sometimes seeing other people happy can remind us of when we’re not,” he said simply.

Momo turned sharply towards him. “Do I seem unhappy?” she asked softly.

Hirako shook his head and looked at the last of the crowd dancing. “Not to everyone–no. But I think those that care can tell when there’s something deeper.”

“Hina-chan! Hirako-taicho!”

The two Fifth Squad guards looked towards Rangiku who was walking towards them with a skip in her step, dressed in a beautiful vibrant violet kimono with peony flowers.  In the low light, her blue eyes were twinkling, and the red candle flames highlighted her wavy golden hair. 

Following behind slowly was the tenth division captain, dressed in a simple dark grey kimono. While others had gone for extravagance or taken the opportunity to dress up, the simplicity of his outfit made the young boy stand out in the crowd. His turquoise eyes seemed brighter, and his white hair shined amongst all the candle lights. Momo could feel her heart race up (but she blamed it on the lightheaded feeling from the drinks).

“Hinamori-chan, you dance so well,” Rangiku remarked as she plucked a champagne glass from a passing server. She shot a flirtatious smile at the server, who scrambled away flustered, their cheeks a bright red. “I don’t think I’ve seen you take a break all night.”

“I’ve been having a lot of fun,” she laughed, moving forward and almost toppling over if it hadn’t been for her captain and Rangiku who grabbed a hold of her arms. “I’ll say,” Rangiku laughed. She turned behind her, beckoning her hand forward. “Taicho, take a photo of us!”

Momo looked to the young captain who looked like he was frozen in motion, with hands slightly reached out. They fell lamely to the side. He recomposed himself and sent a glare towards his lieutenant—but complied, holding up the camera in front of him.

The lighthearted smile Momo had tried to put on all evening felt strained and she could only hope it didn’t show as the flash went off.

“The Kuchiki’s really know how to throw a party,” Rangiku observed demurely, “they should do it more often.” She flipped her long hair as she scanned the crowd. “I think they’re going to be turning off the music soon.” The older woman turned to look at Momo with a devious smile. “Hina-chan—you should dance with Taicho.”

Her heart rate immediately jumped, and she found herself frantically waving her hands in front of her. “Oh no,” Momo looked back for support but found herself being pushed forward by her captain, who was sporting a smug smile. “C’mon, it’ll be good for you,” he said with a final nudge.

A similar look was mirrored over with Rangiku who was pushing a protesting Toushiro towards the middle of the dance floor, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Taicho, hasn’t stepped on the dance floor at all tonight!” She agilely grabbed the camera out of his hands.

“Matsumoto!” Toushiro turned to yell at his vice-captain who quickly made herself scarce from the scene. He turned slowly to look at Momo as dancers passed by around them.

He cleared his throat. “Hinamori, we don’t have to do this.”

She could only mutely nod her head shortly, as she realized that this was the first time, they had spoken outside of work to each other after the recovery period.

The crowd continued to move around the two of them undeterred. Swaths of maroon, blue, purple flashed around her, but she could only look down at her feet. The music slowed down in pace, and a loud cheering occurred across the floor, with Renjii and Rukia making it onto the floor before holding onto each other like they had all the time in the world—which made Momo’s heart clench.

Momo could hear Toushiro sigh softly before she saw two feet approach her.

She turned to look up and he was too close, much too close. She forgot to breathe as she looked up and counted the flecks of sapphire in his eyes.

“Can I,” he asked softly, a sense of trepidation in his voice.

She jerked her head down and felt her heart rate quicken as he took her hands in his—which were several degrees colder than hers but grounded her in a reality that too many earlier drinks had lifted her from.

“Just humour them for one song…” he whispered.

It was an awkward start with Toushiro guiding Momo’s hand to his shoulder before moving behind to hold her shoulder blade. She had to swallow a gasp as she could feel the cold move dangerously close to the scar in her back, making her breath quicken.

And she didn’t know if it was cruel fate or not, but the music had slowed done to a pace that only in twos could one traverse. Out of the corner in her eyes, she saw her subordinates holding onto each other, with easy-going smiles as they swayed in comfort.

Momo stared straight at the side of his neck, trying to avoid all eye contact as they moved from one side to the other. She was too aware of his white hair tickling her cheek and the cool exhale of his breath on her collarbone.

This was too close too close. It was the closest they had been to each other in five years.

They had spent three years after the Quincy War dancing around the divide between them. Prior to that, Momo could only focus on her personal recovery after the Winter War as well as adjusting to her new captain. Toushiro had always seemed to be there on the periphery, flitting in and out of her consciousness.

He had apologized to her for what happened in the Fake Karakura town. She had profusely apologized in retaliation — no it wasn’t his fault, she shouldn’t have been there, she hardly remembered it, they were all foolishly tricked. (But that doesn’t stop the cold tremors she feels whenever she sees Hyourinmaru).

The young boy had stood there, silent and listening, but Momo could see the winter storm in his eyes, obscuring the shame that he had still felt whenever he got a glimpse of her scar through the Fourth Division robes. She had clutched the fabric tighter to her heart, where ice had barely missed, unable to meet his gaze. Even though she set the fissures off first, it was his sword that had swung the final blow in the demise of their crumbling relationship.

And she knows that he knows she feels that way because he had stepped aside, adamantly training in isolation to be stronger (at least according to her usual queries to Rangiku). And what could she do, except also turn around and try to move forward as a lieutenant of the Gotei 13.

For as much as she hated to admit it, they were not the same as before. Now they were just small talk and shallow inquiries about the weather, during the brief exchanges between captain and lieutenant meetings.

Momo wishes with all her heart that they could go back to who they were; where she could rush to him on the good days, a whole plate of watermelon in between them and see his eyes light up in excitement; or seek him out in the bad days when she desperately wanted to her hear his calm and rational reasoning, that soothed her like a cool breeze in the summer.

“How are you, Hinamori?”

Momo startled, looking to the right at him, but any closer and her lips would be on his neck.

“I’m good,” she responded quickly, inwardly grimacing at how high her voice sounded. “Hirako-taicho and I were excited to finish work two hours earlier so we could get ready. I had made sure we had finished all our reports for the day for approval, but it was nice to have an official announcement that work could be done earlier,” she rambled.

Toushiro raised an eyebrow, as if he didn’t quite believe her.

“Isn’t Hirako supposed to be one that handed those in?”

“Hirako-taicho,” Momo corrected, “He had done it the previous time but since I was meeting Rangiku-san and Nanao-san to get ready, we thought it best that I hand in the reports since it was on the way to the First Division.”

He hummed in agreement, before it became silent again. They turned around to avoid another couple who had swept a little too close. Momo found herself looking for Rukia and Renjii to distract herself from the awkwardness. The two were glued to each other, with Rukia staring up at her husband, the adoration evident in her eyes. She stood on her toes to which Renjii responded by lifting her higher. The young woman whispered something in his ear to which the red-haired man looked at her with wide surprised eyes before spinning her around as she laughed.

The two of them were out of step with the song but perfectly attuned to each other.   

Momo’s heart ached and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

She looked down at the corner of his neck and shoulder. “Are you enjoying the wedding?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ve been designated to photograph duty.”

“At least you’re part of the moments?” she tried to salvage.

“Not really,” the boy scoffed.

There was an awkward turn and Momo turned too quickly, tripping over her feet and bumped her chin into his shoulder. She mumbled an apology, not before she got an inhale of his scent which sent her mind into scrambles.

Momo pulled back to face him. “Did I hurt you?”

His emerald eyes went wide. A pause. The boy took a deep breath and leveled her with an intense gaze. “You could never hurt me, Hinamori.”

She stopped moving with Toushiro following suit. Everyone continued around spinning and laughing, while the music went up in crescendo.

“That’s not true at all…” Momo said distantly, shaking her head.

A loud bang startled her into moving closer to him, and she could feel him tighten his hold on her. Loud bursts of fireworks went off above them and the sky illuminated with bright vibrant streaks of colour.

All of a sudden, Momo noticed people looking at her with hopeful smiles and knowing looks, which made her chest tighten. And the cold on her back and her hand slowly felt like a vice that she couldn’t get out quickly enough.

“I’m sorry, Hitsugaya-taicho I have to leave,” Momo sputtered out right as the final note dropped, before running off the floor. Fireworks continued to crackle as she pushed past the dancing bodies, desperate to get as far away as she could. All the excitement that had made her feel before like she was floating on a cloud disappeared, leaving her with deep intense dread inside. 

A hand reached out and grabbed her arm, and she was pulled off the dance floor. Momo startled as Ikkaku thrust a shot glass into her face.

“C’mon, Hinamori—it’s the last shots of the night!”

The groom’s party had gathered around, with several bottles already empty in between them all.  Kira looked completely out of it, stumbling forward, and clutching onto Renjii with a dazed look in his eyes. The human boy wasn’t too far behind, his face mirroring the fruit he was named after. Ikkaku still seemed bright and alert as he poured the alcohol into her glass.

“Hinamori, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Renjii reasoned, trying to push off Kira so he could come towards her. She recognized that look of concern, it was his big brother mode when he saw she was teetering on the edge of anxiety.

Momo, determined not to make a bigger fool of herself and ruin her friend’s special day, took the shot lifted out towards her.

“To the Abarai’s!”

And she threw back the drinks, the liquid burning down her throat.  The rest of the guys hollered loudly, rivaling the sound of the fireworks. And they didn’t stop there, continuing to chase one drink after the other until Momo’s head pounded like the fireworks.

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In front of Daruma Bar there was a large pond and several benches for guests to sober up on. Amid the final throws of excitement, Momo had hobbled alone out of the bar before throwing up in the bushes by the water. And even through the motions, she found herself thinking—that in no way was she getting her kimono stained—and that she was grateful there was no one to witness this embarrassment.

A cool cloth appeared in the peripheral of her vision, and she was too tired to not accept it.

“How much did you eat today?” Toushiro asked sternly as he hovered over her. She startled belatedly and threw a fatigued look over her shoulder.

“Not enough,” Momo heaved. When she was finally done coughing, she collapsed on the bench in exhaustion—feeling spent and drained.

The tenth captain stood a distance, in that quiet way Momo knew he reserved for battle, figuring out his first move.

Momo wiped her forehead and her mouth, looking down at the lipstick smears on the cloth. She sniffled, feeling despondent.

The war was over. They had fought, had shed blood, had lost men—but they had won. And though it was a quiet victory, with reconstruction looming as a herculean hill to climb, they all pressed on. People were having fun, becoming stronger, moving on. This party was just one moment of many future beginnings, a dynamic turn of high energy and excitement for what was ahead— and yet, Momo still felt caught in the past somehow.

Momo knew in the deepest of her hearts, that Renjii deserved this night. She had remembered it all too well, the pain on his face when Rukia had entered the Kuchiki household, leaving him at the Academy broken-hearted. He had fought tooth and nail and truly defied the odds when no one had believed him.

But, now sitting in the aftermath of the party, Momo was hit with the sobering thought that she was pitifully jealous of Renjii. Jealous that he had a new future to look forward to with someone he cared deeply for. Momo was nowhere near where he was, hell—she wasn’t even on proper speaking terms with one of her oldest friends.

Momo sobbed, furiously rubbing her eyes with her kimono sleeves. “Do…do you think—we’ll ever be like that?”

Toushiro sighed, knowing that Momo’s tolerance how gone past reason.

“We never stopped being friends, Hinamori.”

“But we don’t talk anymore,” she wailed tearfully, feeling fresh tears come down her face. It was bothering her now how sticky her cheeks were becoming, considering the amount of time Rangiku had spent on her makeup—which made her feel even more pitiful. “Do you hate me, Hitsugaya-kun?”

He stood there uncomfortably, as if trying to find the right words. “Hinamori I never…hated you.” Toushiro let out a long exhale as he sat on the far end of the bench. “I just wanted to give you space.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t know what we are,” she bemoaned, gesturing her hands in between them. “But I do know,” Momo sniffled loudly. “we’re not the same as before.”

“No…no we’re not,” Toushiro said simply, looking at the moon’s reflection in the water. Momo could see that even though his hair seemed bright like the white light, there was a dullness in his eyes. 

“I thought training would be the solution, to get stronger and let you be on your own.” He kicked a loose pebble into the pond. “But that wasn’t the only right answer.”

Toushiro turned to her, and solemnly said, “You didn’t deserve that.”

Momo hiccupped and looked up at him with teary eyes. “…You’re not mad at me?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head in confusion. “Why would you blame yourself for everything?”

“Well, I started this all—this rift,” Momo drew a line in between them, tracing her finger on the stone bench. She looked up at him with doleful eyes. “I’m sorry, Shiro-chan—for all of it. I don’t think I can ever apologize enough.”

The boy looked down at the space in between them pensively. It was like she could see the gears turn in his mind, slowly and methodically, to find the next right step.

“And for every apology you give...instead of pulling away,” Toushiro shifted himself over until he was halfway over the bench, looking up at her with determination in his eyes, “I’ll move closer.”

Her brown eyes widened, before she smiled in relief, scooting closer to him, until they were side by side. Momo grabbed his hand in her’s, holding them up high in between them. “And for every time you feel like you want to pull away, I won’t let you.”

Toushiro noted objectively. “I think we’ve come to a standstill.”

She laughed as she wiped the tears off her cheeks, “That the Hitsugaya-kun I miss. You always know exactly what to say.”

They stayed in silence, listening to the last sounds of the party as it wrapped up. Finally, Toushiro pushed himself off the bench and turned to the teary girl. “Come on, let’s go home.”

At the thought of getting up, Momo immediately deflated with the pent-up fatigue from the party. “My feet are killing me,” she whimpered, quickly trying to kick off her heeled shoes. The brown-haired girl stuck out her bottom lip in contemplation.

“Can you carry me, Hitsugaya-kun?” she asked quietly, as if she were afraid to shatter the moment.

The tenth captain raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to remember this in the morning?” he asked dubiously.

Momo whined, her voice raising in pitch. “C’mon—I used to do it all the time for you when you got hurt.”

Toushiro rolled his eyes, before turning around and bending down. There was a moment of awkward fumbling as Momo eagerly climbed onto his back. She clutched her arms around his neck and leaned her cheek down next to his as he stood up.

“You’re so strong Shiro-chan…” Momo pulled back a hand to smooth the wrinkles of his kimono. “Like obviously your shoulders are a lot wider now,” she observed. “But I didn’t know you were this strong.”

Momo yelped as he shifted her with a jolt, making her knock her chin on the back of his head. “That was mean, Shiro-chan,” she said though she could feel her heart racing as he chuckled. “That’s what you get for making comments like that,” he responded dryly, though she could hear the slight smile in his voice.

The girl tightened her arms around him again, swinging her feet back and forth. “You’re a lot funnier than people take you for, Shiro-chan.”

“It’s a secret I try not to share,” he responded to which Momo laughed out loud. 

She snuggled closer into his back, relishing how secure she felt as he carried her away from the bar. “Shiro-chan…we’re friends again, right?” she mumbled softly.

Toushiro scoffed, feeling her doze into his shoulder. “Yeah…we’re friends.”

Momo fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling more at ease than she had ever been before.

—

Author's Notes: You know the stressful thing about writing about a wedding party? It's almost like you're planning it!! Is there enough ice for the drinks? IS everyone dancing? What kind of music do they need? Who's going to be the wedding crasher? What are the decorations? How can I show that Byakuya has no chill and spares no expense in anyway he can? Where's the food??? IS EVERYONE HAVING FUN??

This was one of my first times writing Renjii and of course I have to do it during his wedding day but oh well. I would really love to write more about him and Momo's friendship together, and I thought it was a perfect place for Momo to compare herself in what she has and lacks since they both came from similar relationships to their childhood friends.

I think my trend has also to leave the Hitsuhina moments until the very end and then flourish the beginning immensely with self reflections and them talking to everyone BUT each other (which results in much longer fics)

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ you know i got a soft spot for you !!

ᝰ.ᐟ peak romance is when you realize that he's got a soft spot for you. alternatively: a headcanon post about the specific things he only does for you or the specific things you do to him that only you can get away with. ( fem!reader & sfw )

featuring osamu miya, tobio kageyama, kiyoomi sakusa author's notes damn, y'all just let hq win every poll, don't you?? haha jk, im happy to write whatever u guys wanna see. keshi's song has been stuck in my head all day (is this my socal abg transformation?? [guys im 100% viet, im allowed to make that joke]) i definitely still want to make a bllk version + if you guys like this, i'm always open to more characters <3

౨ৎ OSAMU MIYA — gives you the first and last bite of his food why it's special: osamu takes being a foodie to the next level. the man can eat, and he loves to do so. ever since elementary, his classmates and friends learned better than to ask osamu to share any of his snacks. he's not rude about it, per se, but you can tell that he packed his food with the intention of him and only him consuming it. him and atsumu even get into verbal altercations over who ate the last snack in the pantry. osamu just loves food — so it's pretty obvious that he must really love you a lot to always offer you the first bite of a meal at the restaurant he's spent weeks waiting to open.

"and anyway, that's when— hey, what the hell!" bits of rice fly out of atsumu's mouth whenever he watches osamu give you the first serving of grilled meat. you and osamu invited atsumu out to eat, to celebrate him joining the msby black jackals, and because everyone was craving bbq, you all agreed on the same restaurant (for once). osamu is naturally in charge of grilling the meats. what throws his twin off guard, though, is the fact that osamu is serving you first. "what's the matter? and finish chewing before you speak, damn." osamu huffs, before beginning to assemble portions of the side dishes on your plate as well. atsumu looks at his own empty plate before looking at osamu's empty plate. "geez, [name], how'd you do it?" you look up from your food to answer atsumu. "do what?" "this selfish, gluttonous bastard never lets anyone else eat first!" atsumu tells you, and you just laugh as osamu starts swearing at his brother. "well," you tell atsumu brightly, once his argument with osamu is settling down. "osamu's always lets me eat first. he insists, really." osamu has to tell atsumu to shut the hell up and stop whining before he doesn't get any food at all.

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA — takes pictures of you why it's special: tobio kageyama's camera roll before you consists of screenshots (some are accidental, such as the ones of his lock screen, or it's usually different athletic gear he wants to check out), photos of maps (because he is directionally challenged everywhere except for the court), and sometimes of virtual tickets (for when he actually does attend an event, usually for sports). tobio kageyama's camera roll after you consists of the same stuff, pretty much... except for the fact that there are now hundreds of photos he takes of you. he's not one to take pictures; he's a bit awkward around a camera, really, but he realizes soon after getting with you that he doesn't mind being in front of a camera as long as you're posing with him. he takes so many candids of you, like when you're washing the dishes or drifting off to sleep on the couch after bingewatching a tv show. if pictures are worth a thousand words, he's said "i love you" over a million times.

"oh my gosh, delete that!" you shriek, trying to make a mad grab for your boyfriend's phone. his reflexes are quicker, though, and he holds it out of your reach. "why would i delete it?" he asks innocently. "you look cute." the photo in question is the one he just took. the two of you ordered ramen for takeout, and yours was made spicier than usual. your lips feel swollen, and they're kind of stained red from the spices used, and the image captures that, but also highlights the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes as you're in the middle of a massive bite of noodles. "i look like i'm the thumbnail for a 'mukbangers who took it too far and died' video!" you wail. "delete it, tobio!" "but you look cute." he stands his ground, pouting a bit. "that's not fair. do not make that face." you groan, turning to look away from your boyfriend. honestly, with a face like that, it's no wonder why you couldn't force him to delete any pics of you. he's just too damn good at whittling away your resolve. "i think i'm gonna make it my lockscreen." he muses.

౨ৎ KIYOOMI SAKUSA — lets you make a mess of his things why it's special: kiyoomi is very particular about his personal belongings. he doesn't let his teammates borrow any of his training equipment. he refuses to wash his jersey with the rest of the team's, and instead, gets it professionally cleaned elsewhere. in the beginning of your relationship, kiyoomi always offered to wash the dishes, purely because he would only trust that it was truly cleaned if he could confirm that they were well scrubbed. the closer you two get, though, the more the boundaries blur. soon, his stuff gets mixed in with yours. you're doing the laundry together. he gives you his pillow when yours gets too warm. there's intimacy in that, even more so when you consider how prickly kiyoomi gets with these things.

"kiyoomi! you're home early!" fuck fuck fuck, is what's going on in your internal dialogue. you're baking a cake for dessert, only the mixer had a mind of its own, and you ended up covered in sugar, spice, and everything nice. which isn't that big of a deal. you already wiped down the counters, mopped the floors, and got started on the dishes. the only issue is that when you're at home, you have a habit of stealing kiyoomi's clothes. right now, you've still got on his sweatshirt. his nice, pristine, fresh from the laundry sweatshirt... that is now covered in nothing but flour and cake mix. you were going to wash it, honest! it's just... cleaning the kitchen took more time than you anticipated, and kiyoomi was supposed to stay at the gym for the whole day. he knows that that sweatshirt is his. you expect your boyfriend's eye to twitch, or for him to frown, or to even complain that you just ruined his very nice and outrageously priced hoodie. instead, he walks over to you, and places a kiss on your forehead. you've got flour all over you, including your hair, and surely he's got some flour on his lips now. he doesn't complain or say anything about the ruined sweatshirt. he just says, "thanks for baking. i'm going to go shower."

[poppylovestowrite]

Are you okay with doing Karma x female reader period comfort?

Period Comfort With Karma Akabane

"Can we not go anywhere for date night tonight?"

You were hesitant to make this call to your boyfriend and say those words. You enjoy date nights with Karma. And that's only because you really like him. So, to try and cancel a date with him upsets you. And for a second there you tried to convince yourself that these cramps aren't so bad, until you felt another strong wave of pain.

You gritted your teeth and clutched your stomach.

Okay, nope, you have to cancel it. 

"Aw, are you getting bored of me already?" Karma says playfully.

"We both know I can never get bored with you," you chuckled, rubbing your belly. Your smile quickly faded as you tapped your finger, trying to see what kind of excuse you could come up with.

Yeah, you're not telling him you're on your period.

There's no way you can. You have three brothers who would always gag at the mention of it and make fun of it. Even the boys at your school can't stomach the mention of it. And since your relationship with the redhead is fairly new, stuff like mentioning periods made you feel shy and scared he would make fun of you.

You winced as you placed your hand over your stomach when you felt the sharp pain surging through you.

The small whimper that escaped you was heard through the phone.

"... You okay?"

"Not really..." You tell him softly. "That's why I wanted to cancel tonight's date."

"Are you sick? Is that it?"

"Um..." You shyly look down. "Not exactly."

"Are you on your period or something?"

The colour red burns your cheeks. Your silence pretty much answered Karma's question.

"Oh, is that that? Haha," Karma chuckles which prompts you to clutch your phone tighter, waiting for some typical jokes boys give. "I was only guessing. Geez, you had me worried for a second. You don't have to be embarrassed."

You blinked and unclutched your phone.

"You..." You furrowed your brows. "You're not going to make fun of me?"

"Over what? That's like me making fun of someone for wanting to take a piss. My jokes are far more clever than that." 

"Some of them can be a little immature," you sighed. But you felt a sense of relief that Karma was mature enough to not make any unnecessary comments about periods, despite how unfiltered he can be. Man, you have good taste in guys.

"So, it is okay if we don't go out tonight?" You asked, a bit sadly. "These cramps are killing me." You were able to confess. 

"It's cool," Karma said. "Want me to come over there instead?"

"Huh?"

"I know you still want to see me~" Karma sang. 

You smiled and blushed. What a cocky guy, but what he's saying is true. And as arrogant as he is, you know he wants to see you just as badly as you do. 

"Okay." You responded a bit too shyly as you twirled your hair. "You can come over."

"Great." You can hear his cute smile in his voice. "See you soon~"

When you put your phone away, you hug your pillow and let out a happy squeal all while blushing. 

***

Karma's house isn't that far from yours. It should have taken him about 10 minutes. But it's been over 20 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend.

Where is he? You would expect him to be rushing over here just to see you. 

'I hope he didn't get into a fight.' 

Because if he did, then you were going to have to wait a bit longer for him. Even if you were super impatient and wanted to see him right now.

You were in the middle of making yourself some hot tea when you heard the doorbell ring. You instantly perked up. You didn't even finish pouring the hot water and ran towards the door and opened it, revealing the tall redhead. 

"Hey," Karma smiled. "Did I keep you waiting?"

"Yes." You pouted much to Karma's enjoyment. "Don't tell me you've gotten into a fight."

Karma chuckled. "Nope." Your boyfriend answered your question by lifting a white bag. "I had to get a few things."

"Oh."

Your heart bounced as you realized why he took so long. Before coming here, Karma must have stopped by a convenience store to buy something for you. Inside, you can a couple of bars of chocolate, a bento box and for some reason, you can see a small Kirby action figure. It's one of those toys you get from a toy dispenser.

"Um... Why a Kirby toy?" You chuckled with confusion but with amusement. 

"So you won't feel like you're the only bloated one." Karma smiles innocently with no shame. 

You frowned. Even though Karma is not going to make fun of you for having a period, he would still find ways to tease you in a light-hearted manner. But at least it won't come from a place of ignorance or immaturity like some of the guys you know.

"Why did I ever agree to go out with you?" You muttered. 

"Because you've been crushing on me half a year." Karma smirks smugly.

As annoyed as you were, his comment did cause your cheeks to burn a little. 

You pressed a finger against his chest and gave him a small glare.

"You should be thankful that you're cute."

Karma playfully sticks his tongue out, basically telling you, 'I know.' 

You invited Karma in and led him to the living room. It wasn't until Karma sat on the couch next to you he began to question the rare silence in your house. Because of your three younger brothers, the place was normally noisy. Not that Karma really minded, because it meant the two of you could be in your room for privacy. 

"You're home alone?"

"Yeah." You casually answered settling the bag on the table in front of you. "My parents are working, and my brothers are all with their own friends. 

"Is that so~?"

Karma tossed the controller over his shoulder, before tackling you against the couch just as you were about to take out the bento box. You squealed at the action but welcomed the physical contact, especially when he began to pepper soft kisses down your cheek and neck. 

Karma didn't stop at kissing though. You felt him lift your hoodie until your belly button was visible and started to tickle you. 

"Karma s-stop."You giggled in between playful protests. "That tickles!"

Karma did stop, but only to tell you something. He hovers over you, smiling devilishly. 

"If you told me you were home alone, I would have come over much sooner~" 

You chuckled. "My bad."

You placed a hand over the back of his neck to pull him for a kiss. He kissed you more softly and gently this time. His hands remained on your skin, but instead of tickling you, he began to rub your belly. The sweet gesture made your heart flutter. And for a moment there, your cramps weren't bugging you as much.

You would have continued to kiss your boyfriend, but the bento box Karma brought you hasn't left your thoughts, prompting you to feel hungry. Also, you still had to drink your tea. 

While Karma let you eat, he decided to put on a random comedy movie for you both to enjoy. And for extra comfort, your boyfriend puts an arm around you, keeping you close to him. He would sometimes play with your hair, give you soft kisses, and even rub your belly every time he heard you whimper in pain.

"How are you holding up?"

"Feeling like my friend Kirby over there." You lazily pointed at the pink character. "And bleeding a lot." You mumbled. 

"I think I should start calling you my little ketchup package every month," Karma said in a playful tone as he pressed you further against him. 

"Please don't call me that," you grimaced as Karma laughed.

Ugh. Your boyfriend is super annoying. 

Well, at least he isn't as annoying as these stupid cramps. 

[comingyourlugubriousness]

"Oh geez I'm so clumsy; how embarrassing! Huh, oh! You'll help me up? T-thank you!"

A BELLE OF DA BALL Yume for @starry-night-rose's Glimmering Soirée! I saw a lot of people doing this event and have been wanting to draw for it for awhile. Unfortunately, I've been sick the past week.

I went for a more femme design since my last two designs for Yume were more masculine; plus I just think dresses are more fun to draw. Heavily inspired by Cinderella's dress with my own takes.

During the event Yume isn't trying to be the belle of the ball themselves (that would be mortifying), they are actually heavily advocating for their brother Yuuta! (@bunnwich)

They are assisting the Prince's with their duties (mostly Deuce while avoiding Azul) while keeping and eye on Grim to make sure he's acting right! They're also taking pictures of everyone in their fancy clothes; partially bc Crowley told them too and partially for their own scrapbook.

VOICE LINES UNDER THE CUT:

Summon: You my friend, will be da belle of da ball!

Groovy: Everyone here tonight… don’t they kind of look like stars in the night sky…Hey! Don’t laugh! Haha! Was that too cheesy? 

Set Home: We’re all bedazzled up!

Home Idle: Azul tried to get me to sign some contract in order to” secure my brother's win”. Pff! Nice try, four eyes; do you think I’ve learned nothing?

Idle 2: When I walked up to Deuce and he gave me a big fancy greeting! He was so proud of himself; I didn’t have the heart to tell him he curtseyed at me…He’s not really cut out for princely stuff…

Idle 3: *whining* Kalim! Please don’t keep making me dance in these shoes! My feet are killing me *fake sob* who makes glass shoes anyway…

Idle Groovy:  Malleus came up to ask what was wrong with his Tamagotchi and everyone in the room gave us a wide berth. Is it that serious? He’s just some guy?

Home Login: Oh man…I don’t wanna think about how long it’s gonna take to clean all this glitter up. 

Tap: The Royal Sword Academy students keep coming up to greet me oh so politely. Something about it kinda gets on my nerves…

Tap 2: Hey, didja see Grim’s vest? I made it myself. It took me hours to bedazzle the whole thing!

Tap 3: Ugh…I feel like everyone's looking at me…maybe this outfit was a bad idea…

Tap 4: Hey, if you see Vil; don’t tell him I’m not voting for him. It’s nothing personal…! 

Tap 5: *sigh* I need a break. Hey, do you wanna go sit on the balcony with me? I’d prefer the company of the stars right now.

Tap Groovy: Oh! Wait right there! Let me get a picture of you in your outfit! You look amazing! Ready? Cheese!

Here is some sketchy draft for the dress too:

[misstycloud]

Unfortunate Love

Yandere childhood friend x taken GNreader

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Finn took a deep breath, a poor attempt to loosen his nerves. He had all reasons to be nervous, he was finally getting to see his long-time best friend after so many years. While they did speak on the phone and spent hours sending texts back and forth between their devices, it was nothing compared to the real thing. The blonde's felt his heart thump loudly against his chest, reminding him of all those moments in their youth when he was painfully in love with his friend and they had no clue.

Hah, they still don't! (Y/n), his bestie who doesn't know how they make him feel every time they speak. (Y/n) who had no idea of the lovesick gazes he would send them whenever they weren't looking. (Y/n) who was oblivious to his feelings for years, somehow never realising despite it staring them straight in the eyes. (Y/n) who remained clueless to his despair the day they announced their relationship. (Y/n) who never saw him on the floor in his room, covered with snot and ears, desperately crying for them.

Finn dubble checked his phone to make sure he was at the right address, it would be embarrassing to hype himself up only to be met with an old lady in the doorway. Geez, he knew (Y/n) would laugh their ass of if that happened and he'd rather not be ridiculed during their first reunion in so long. He smiled at the thought, god how he loved that laugh.

His friend always complained they hated it, but he found it cute and always reassured there was nothing to be ashamed of, even if they sounded like a 'dying-elephant-choking-on-its-own-trunk-while-having-a-cold-and-birthing-a-new-elephant.'

After just a few seconds after knocking on the wooden frame, the door swung open and he laid eyes on the most important person in his life.

"Oh my god, Finn!" You exclaimed in joy at the sight. "I haven't seen you like this in ages. It's great that you could come, I can't wait to show you everything I've told you about."

He giggled at your enthusiasm, it was always like this, you lifting him up and making him see the beauty in things he would otherwise pay no mind to.

You pulled Finn inside your apartment, excited to exhibit your home to him. "We've gotten a bunch of plants- to make the air in here fresh you know- and even started our own little plantation on the balcony. There are lots up on the roof, too. It's accessible to everyone in the building so we're not the only ones doing this. Oh, and there's a pool you can use! It's awesome for parties."

As the blonde man was getting sucked into your babble, one word in your speech painfully stuck out to him: We. Oh, right. He almost forgot. Your not alone living in this home.

"(Y/n), have you seen the wine? I wanted to bring it out for when- oh!" Finn looked passed you and saw a tall, handsome brunette make his way around the corner and meet eyes with him. "Why didn't you say he arrived already?" He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Trying to make me look bad, are we?" Your boyfriend teased you.

You slapped his arm, "Of course not, just got a bit caught up in the conversation, Eric. And I put the wine in the second box in the fridge, it's behind a bunch of other stuff so it's hard to see."

"Haha, okay, was getting panicky there." Eric stepped forward to properly greet his guest. "Hey, I'm Eric as you probably already know."

"Finn." He responded dryly, but if the other man noticed, he didn't express it. Or perhaps he simply didn't care.

"It's fun to meet one of (Y/n)'s old friends, I know you two go way back." Ushering his partner's childhood friend further inside, he spoke, "I hope the trip wasn't too much of a hassle, wouldn't want this to be of any trouble for you."

Of course it wasn't any trouble, Finn wanted to snap. But he wasn't dumb enough to do that. He understood what would happen if he acted upon his feelings.

“No, there were no issues.”

The three of you sat down in the living room, pouring the liquid evenly and getting the conversation started. Finn found himself multiple times wanting to throw your partner against the wall. It was so unfair. Everything was. Why did Eric get to live with you and he didn't? He knew you way better than your own boyfriend. You two have been together since you were crawling around in diapers. What could possibly beat that?

He was there when you lost your first tooth. He was there when you first learned to ride a bike, when you got that job at the ice cream shop in the plaza, and moved out of your parents house. All the important moments in your life, he had been present. And what the hell has Eric done except watering some plants with you? It was laughable. Anyone could see he was not worthy of being your boyfriend. Finn would do anything for you and he doubted the same could be said for Mr. Gardner.

A part of him was ashamed at the unethical length he was willing to go, but on the other hand those feeling were washed away when he saw you beaming at him. It was all worth it if it was for you.

You and Eric were retelling funny stories of your time in the city while Finn was writhing in envy, glaring slightly in the other man's direction, not that you noticed of course. Dinner rolled around and you served your friend with great eagerness, you have been working on your culinary skills for a while now and it was time to see if the work had payed off. The brunette had endured as your Guinea pig and said it tasted good, but you insisted the true test was giving the food to someone else.

"How is it?"

Finn gasped for added affect, "It's amazing (Y/n)! You're a fantastic chef, this is definitely the best meal I've ever had." He praised, and your ego nearly boosted through the roof.

Your cheeks dusted a light pink. "Haha, well thanks. It's not that good, but I appreciate it."

The blonde man simply smiled in content. The truth was, the dish was in fact not that good. It wasn't bad by any means, however it wouldn't win any award. The past was cooked too long and the sauce had a burnt taste to it. Despite all these factors, it was without a doubt the best meal he ever had. Because it was something you had made for him with your own hands. Even the ingredients were ones you'd grown by yourself. (Partly with your sweetheart's help, but Finn pretended not to know.)

You really were his true love. Which is why it is so sad. He wasn't sure if he could love anyone other than you. After he found out about your relationship status the young man tried to make himself like someone else; not everything works out the way we wish them to and he was therefore forced to live with his unrequited love.

"Actually, there's another reason we wanted you to visit." You joyfully mentioned. "It's pretty important."

Your friend chewed his food and gave you a nod, signaling you to continue your speech. He wondered what is was. It appeared to be a big deal, but he assumed it wasn't anything bad judging from your happy expression, one that was mirroring the brunette's. A dreadful feeling formed in his gut. He didn't like this.

"Well," you started, coyly. "Me and Eric have been dating for a long time now, and we want to take the next step in our lives together."

No, he really didn't like where this was going.

"So, we made the decision to-" you could barely contain your smile, " get married!"

Something in him shattered. Married? You? To someone else. Fuck, he wanted to cry. But that would definitely set you off into a worrying mess, something he'd rather avoid. No, no , no, he thought. It can't be! Although he tried to contain his emotions as best he could, it appeared som e of it slipped passed the mask.

"Hey, you good man?" Eric asked.

This comment attracted your attention, "Huh, are you not feeling well, Finn?" Fretting over his condition only served to worsen the situation, reminding him of what he couldn't have.

In the end he had to excuse himself and lie that he did feel a bit sick, and that he had been for a while but thought he would be fine after a while. You were sad that he had to leave so soon and wished him well. Escorting him to the door, you said to him, "Sad you're not 100% top today."

"Ehehe, yeah...." he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Technically it wasn't a lie, he did want to go and bury himself in a corner, though it was for other reasons entirely.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night here, it's no problem?" Oh how good willed you were, offering up space in your home to stop your friend from having to spend money on a hotel. Normally he'd love to spend the night, this time however, he didn't believe it to be a wise idea for any of you.

"Yeah I'm sure. I'll just get a hotel room not far away and then I'll drive back home tomorrow."

"Okay, maybe we can hangout before you go if you're better tomorrow?" You asked hopefully. "Just you and me like old days."

This made him smile. Just you and him. That sounded good. He agreed to your request and hugged you goodbye for the night. You waved to him from the window when he'd made his way outside and into his car. Watching Finn drive away, you felt a hand sneak itself around your waist.

"Think he'll be alright?" A deep voice sounded from behind you.

"Yes, it'll be all fine. Nothing a goodnight's rest can't fix." You assured. Though, something about your friend's reaction didn't sit right with you. He should be over the moon of your engagement, he seemed nothing like that. If anything, he looked...pained?

//////

Back in the car, the volume from the speakers were loud enough to burst one's eardrums. But that didn't matter the the driver. No he had a lot more to think about. The blaring music did nothing to ease the pain or distract him, which left him misrable.

Why the hell did you have to get engaged. Couldn't you have been fine as it was. Now, it was more serious than ever. In the beginning, he had actually hoped that you would eventually break up. That wouldn't happen now. Now it was legit. Legal papers and documents and everything. What was next on the list, kids?

Finn heaved a heavy breath, releasing a mix between a gurgle and sob. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he slowed the vehicle to a stop by the deserted road. The darkness kept people from seeing his sorry state; not that there were any out to begin with. Slamming his fist on the dashboard, he yelled his pain.

Why do love hurt so much?

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 4 Premium Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

For as long as they live, humans will carry many sorrows and regrets in their hearts.

But many can go about their lives as if there’s nothing to worry about because they try to forget the pain in their hearts.

Because they face it and instead, try to think only happy thoughts— 

Kate: I’m…frustrated…by how weak I am.

Roger: Last question. Kate, what do you want to be?

Kate: I…

Roger digs out the sediment that’s piled up in my heart.

Emotions that I’ve held back this whole time gushed out like water overflowing from a broken faucet…my ears burned and tears began spilling down my face.

Kate: Strong…I want to be strong. Because I…don’t want to hate myself. Besides…life’s too long to live in despair.

Roger: …O_O Pfft, hahahahaha!

Kate: Eh?

He suddenly burst into laughter and I just stared with tears.

Roger: It’s nothing. You just look so cute talking while crying so hard. C’mon, show me more of that.

(Just a second ago you were listening to me in earnest…!)

Kate: Laughing at someone while they’re crying is so inconsiderate!

Roger: Sorry, sorry, don’t get mad. You’re cute.

Kate: Cute?

(Geez, what was that just now!)

(Persuasion? Brainwashing? Roger got me to speak my thoughts, but…)

Even I wasn’t naive enough to be manipulated by superficial words like “cute”.

Kate: That doesn’t make up for the fact that you were laughing at me!

Roger: Haha…You’re not convincing anyone with your barking when your face’s all wet from crying like a baby.

Kate: I wasn’t crying like a baby. I was weeping.

He laughed again at my response.

Roger: Alright, I get it. As a reward for your honesty, I’ll help you fulfill your desire to be stronger. Kate, do you know what’s the most important part of fulfilling your desires?

(It’s unfair that he’s looking at me with serious eyes again…)

Kate: What?

Roger: Forward planning and setting goals, or making a roadmap. By the way, a roadmap represents progress.

(...Somehow we’ve become business-minded)

Roger: So I thought up the “robin growth map”.

Kate: …Growth map.

(I don’t trust it)

Roger: What’s with that unamused look? I took a page out of Victor’s book because I thought you’d cry with joy.

Kate: It felt out of place coming from you. But thank you for trying to be considerate. So, what is this “robin growth map”?

Roger: You’re my dogsbody* now

Kate: Even though it’s true…I hate hearing you say it.

Roger: When I think you’re growing into a stronger, better woman, the map will gradually advance. In other words, you’ll rise to another level.

Kate: What do you mean…level?

Roger: Simply put, the 5 levels are dogsbody* -> pet dog -> assistant -> partner -> lover.

Roger drew a stair-like diagram in the air with a hand.

Roger: Of course, this will include generous step-by-step guidance from yours truly.

(In other words, Roger’s going to make me a stronger, better woman?)

Kate: I think the growth map will definitely be effective because having goals is good. But I don’t get how the last level of lover is related to getting stronger…

Roger: The answer’s simple. It’s because I like strong, good women who can think for themselves.

(So it’s just his preference?!)

Kate: That’s one-sided! Why should I grow into your type of women? Besides, if I do grow into that kind of woman…you falling for me would be a problem!

His eyes narrowed suggestively at my assertion.

Roger: Oh? Why would me falling for you be a problem?

Kate: My goal is to safely complete my job as Fairytale Keeper and return to my old life. I have no plans on falling in love until then.

Roger: You’re so serious. It’s simple. If you did grow into a strong and good woman by following the robin growth map, I’d be so in love that I’d want to call you my lover. But if that time comes and you have no feelings for me, then dump me.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: Wouldn’t it feel better after I’ve pushed you around for so long?

(W-well…)

To be honest, it’d be refreshing.

Kate: I…think so.

Roger: You can brag to Crown that you’re a strong woman who dumped me.

(brag…)

~~

Victor: To make Roger beg on his knees, what a magnificent Fairytale Keeper you are!

Elbert: …Cool.

Ellis: Are you happy now that you’re a stronger, better woman?

~~

(What do I do. That actually feels kind of…I mean really good…)

Kate: That sounds really…great.

Roger: Kate, are you gonna do it or not?

Kate: I’m gonna do it! I’ll follow the robin growth map to get stronger.

Roger: Mm, nice answer. Then it’s settled.

(If I work hard hard until Roger recognizes me as his lover, then I’ll have become stronger than I am now)

(Hm? Wait…)

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: However, I believe that romantic love doesn’t exist in this world. What you call romantic love’s just a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire.

~~ Flashback end ~~

If what Roger said was true, then Roger would never have romantic feelings for me.

(How can I get recognized by someone like that?!)

Kate: Hold on! I can’t agree to being recognized by you.

I grabbed Roger’s arm as he was about to walk away.

Roger: What’s up? You agreed just then, but now you’re going through a rebellious phase?

Kate: Roger, didn’t you say the other day that romantic feelings don’t exist? How can I get recognized by someone like that?

Roger stroked his chin as if realizing the contradiction.

Roger: You do have a point.

Kate: And I finally got motivated. So I can’t accept unattainable goals!

Roger: Oh, are you gonna teach me about romantic feelings then?

That smile was really provocative—

(Huh? Damn it…)

I realized I fell into his trap.

But— 

Kate: Okay. I’ll teach you what romantic love is!

My competitive nature overrode the intimidation from Roger’s provocation.

Roger: Hmm, you’re confident that you’ll make me fall for you.

I was regretting my words when Roger’s grin deepened.

(This man’s really…)

The image I had of Roger being a sensible, mature older brother completely crumbled into dust.

Kate: N-not like that. Just how love feels…

Roger: Same thing.

The grin on those wicked lips deepens more.

Roger: You’re gonna prove to me that romantic love exists? Sounds fun, I’m in. Since you brought it up, you can’t take it back.

Kate: Of course I won’t. A woman doesn’t go back on her word.

Roger: Hmm, good. I like confident women. Oh, right. I’m known for being a gentleman and kind. I’m gonna give you a useful tip since you’re gonna teach me about romantic love. Lend me your ear.

I hesitantly moved closer and he placed his lips by my ear.

Roger: I love crying faces. Yours is no exception.

Kate: W-what are you talking about?

When I thought he was getting closer, a rugged hand grabbed my chin.

Kate: Roger, please let go of me…!

Roger: Not gonna.

I couldn’t even close my eyes with how close his face was.

Even with his lips coming closer, I kept my eyes open.

Kate: Ah…

I couldn’t help but let out a small cry and tense my shoulders.

Because I felt a soft touch near my eyes.

His hot lips made the corner of my teary eyes feel cooler.

Roger: …

When I looked up and saw Roger staring right at me, I hurriedly looked away and felt his lips again.

Kate: …

His lips touched my wet lashes and then his tongue lapped up a tear before he pressed his lips against my eye again.

(If he like crying faces…then does he like to taste tears too?)

I had no clue what was going on in Roger’s head.

But what I understood less was what was going on with the throbbing in my chest.

Roger: Bon appétit.

(...Bon appétit?)

At that moment, I came back to my senses.

Kate: D-don’t just go taking things without asking! I didn’t mean to let you do that.

I pushed him back as hard as I could and Roger’s shoulders shook with laughter.

Roger: Aw, too bad. I was so close.

Kate: You weren’t close in the slightest!

Roger: Really? You looked like you were enjoying yourself that I thought you’d cum**.

Kate: Wha?!

When Roger looked at my silent face…a gurgle came from my stomach.

Roger: Haha, looks like your stomach’s feeling better. Let’s go eat.

(Waa, it was embarrassing, but my stomach might have saved me…)

If I didn’t say anything, he would’ve noticed how flustered I was.

Kate: Um…let’s go. I’m hungry!

Roger: Oh yeah, there’s this delicious ice cream shop around the corner that Ellis told me about.

Kate: Oh, if it’s from Ellis then it must be right since he always knows the best restaurants. I want ice cream! Let’s go, Roger.

When my eyes lit up, Roger’s shoulders shook with laughter.

Roger: Pfft…Alright, we’ll get ice cream after we eat. Loser of rock-paper-scissor’s treat.

With that said, Roger started walking away with his long strides.

Kate: Ah, wait for me!

As I followed after him, I thought back to the robin growth map’s conditions.

(What would happen…if I did fall for Roger?)

No one can predict how people fall in love with each other.

Meaning it’s not impossible, but.

Roger: Come on, keep up. How about I hold your hand so you don’t get lost.

Kate: I-I’ll pass!

Roger: You sure? You’re so cold. Aren’t you supposed to teach me about romantic love?

Kate: I said I’d teach you the general idea of it, not have you fall in love with me.

Roger: Yeah, sure. Yapping after crying, you’re so restless.

Roger and I falling in love— 

(Nope, not possible at all!)

Next

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*Am I keeping dogsbody? We’ll see. We got options: errand girl, chore girl, runner, gofer

**If you’re going to write iku or ike in katakana, I’m gonna assume

[suiana]

he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)

he was there when you first met.

helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!

he was there when you two went on your first date.

you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?

he was there when you decided to confess to him.

okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.

he was there when you moved in with him

your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.

so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡

he was there when you two first fought.

okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!

it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-

oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...

he was there when he proposed to you.

you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...

and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.

and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.

and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.

sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!

maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.

seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.

for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.

dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3

[devildomwriter]

All Is Calm, All Is Bright | Raphael x Reader

681 words | GN! MC | no warnings just fluff

Raphael mumbled in the dimly lit room as he screwed the last lightbulb in. You tried not to chuckle as you watched the normally calm angel, struggle to keep his cool as he meticulously replaced every lightbulb in the tree lights.

Last year, the same as this year he’d insisted a few spears in the shape of a tree were perfectly acceptable but this year you’d talked him out of it. Now a few hours later, things were nearly perfect. He’d bought lights twice already and wasn’t going out a third time.

You crossed your fingers as he plugged the cord back into the socket and the room lit up. Raphael’s eyes shined in triumph but he carefully looked over the strings to make sure not a single bulb was flickering.

He met your eyes and smiled warmly. “They’re finally working,” he sighed and his stuff shoulders relaxed.

“I told you it’d look nicer than a few spears didn’t I?” You grinned proudly.

He nodded and joined your side to admire his work. “Yes, you were right.”

“All that’s left is to decorate it.” You added giddily and his eyes widened.

“Didn’t we just…”

“We did the lights, we still need ornaments.”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm but shook his head. “It’s gotten late, it took far too long to get all the lights working properly without using an angel blessing,” he spoke. “Why don’t we relax in the meantime?”

You nodded, agreeing this was a much better plan than taking all the boxes of ornaments from the attic while you were already both so tired.

You were about to sit on the couch by the fireplace to relax when you heard Raphael say, “I can ask Solomon to make us some hot chocolate,” as he took out his phone.

You sprung to your feet and closed his flip phone. “That won’t be necessary, I know how! I’ve seen how he does it so I can make it just how you like.” You spoke quickly from the nervousness of a perfect day ruined.

Raphael looked surprised but smiled and pecked your cheek. “I’ll leave it to you then,” he said and slowly let go of your hand to sit on the couch.

You strode quickly to the kitchen and took the normal ingredients out of the cupboards to prepare yourself a normal hot chocolate in your favorite snowman mug.

You dug through your memories of the previous traumatic weekend when Solomon had made hot chocolate and tried recalling all the ingredients you’d put back in the cupboard.

“Geez, what did he use?” You mumbled to yourself as you slowly remembered. “Wasn’t it salt and some cumin? What was he thinking, honestly….the drink was more red than brown…” you glanced back at Raphael sitting on the couch and smiling down at a book.

“Well…as long as it tastes strange, he’s sure to like it….”

You fixed your concoction of a drink that’d make Gordon Ramsey cry, and you carefully brought both mugs to the couch.

Raphael thanked you as you handed him his mug. He gave it a sip and his eyes widened. You bit your lip anxiously. “I can remake it if—“

Raphael shakes his head, his eyes lit up with joy. “It’s even better than Solomon’s how did you do that?”

You sighed in relief not sure if you should be insulted or not that you could outdo Solomon’s horrendous cooking but you were glad your angel was happy.

“Haha, I don’t know what I did differently, but I’ll give him some tips next time.” You proposed.

“Please do, that’d be wonderful,” Raphael said in between another sip of the hot chocolate.

You took a sip out of your own mug and set it on the coffee table before scooting closer to Raphael.

Raphael smiled warmly and set down his book to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. Hearing you hum happily in his embrace, he leans in to kiss your forehead before he continues his book with a smile, cuddling you by the fire.

[marksmelodies]

the start of something new

jeno x fem! reader

warnings: cussing, sex, mentions of sex, suggestive,

minors dni!!

no proof read!

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“hey get up” you hear your best friend jeno whispering in your ear while slightly shaking you turning around to meet his face “ jen it’s so early” you whine

“ we have to leave soon the boys packed up the car already, we let you sleep as late as possible unless you want us to leave your ass here” jeno jokes

today is the day you and your best friends renjun, jeno jaemin, chenle and jisung leave to the cabin you all rented out in gangwon-do for the weekend

“okay okay i’m getting up geez” you roll your eyes getting out of bed and meeting with the rest of the boys, once everything is packed and ready to leave you all shove into the car

“ why does y/n get the passenger seat” chenle sulks

“ because i’m the one driving and i don’t want to have to listen to any of your annoying voices the whole ride” jeno says

the drive went smoothly everyone took turns playing music and talking about anything under the sun, one by one everyone started to fall asleep except you and jeno

“ i’m surprised your company let you have this many days off” you say

“ i know we basically had to beg them to let us”

“ i’m sad mark and haechan have schedules though it would be fun if we all could’ve gone”

“yeah they feel bad about not being able to make it but i told them i’m sure you’d understand”

“ of course i do” an awkward silence fell between the both of you

“ i like your hair that color” you look over to jeno

“ thank you i wasn’t sure if light colored hair would suit me”

“ i think the platinum blonde suits you, you kind of look like jack frost” you tease

“ haha so funny” jeno says sarcastically

“ i’m really excited to hang out with you jen i feel like we’ve been apart for so long” jen, the name you gave him years ago when you two first met, it made his heart flutter since the first time you ever called him that silly nickname

“ me too y/n, i know i’m always busy but no matter how tired i am i’m always down to come see you whenever you’d like”

your heart skipped a beat hearing that come from him

once arriving to the destination everyone sprints to pick a bed room, every time you go on trips together picking rooms is always a “ first come first serve” sort of deal

“ well i guess we’re rooming together” jeno laughs as you two are the last ones inside the cabin, after unpacking and getting settled everyone went out and did their own thing, jaemin and renjun went to the store, chenle and jisung went exploring and you and jeno stayed in trying to plan out activities for tomorrow

dinner time rolled around and jaemin was in charge of cooking the meat while everyone else helped out with all the other dishes, sitting by the fire listening to the boys talk about what is on their minds you slowly begin to drift off causing your body to lean onto renjuns arm, he notices this and gently moves your head into a comfortable position on his shoulder while his hands rake through you hair

jeno walks back to the group “ i got the marshmallows” he says excitedly, he sees the position you are in with renjun and his smile immediately disappears “ let me bring her upstairs i don’t want her to be sore in the morning from sleeping sitting up” jeno says

jeno begins to pick you up “ no i want to stay out here” you mumble, jeno sighs and begins to put you back down, renjun on the other hand can tell that jeno isn’t a fan of you sleeping on him “ jeno why don’t you bring her over to your seat” renjun suggests. jeno sets you down on his lap as he wraps his arms around you making sure you don’t slip

it was obvious that you and jeno were in love with each other, everyone knew it except the two of you, once the fire began to die the group headed inside getting ready for bed saying goodnight to eachother

“you wanna shower first or??” jeno asks

“ oh you can go first i don’t mind” you respond

as the water turns off you begin grabbing your shower supplies so you can get in after him, jeno opens the door with nothing but a towel around his waist, wet messy hair, water droplets dripping down his toned muscles

“ sorry i forgot my clothes” he apologizes as you scramble your way into the bathroom

water hitting your head you try to clear you head of the thoughts you’re thinking about jeno “ no this is wrong hes your best friend” you say to yourself

once both of you are finished with your night routine you lay in bed together but as far as you both can possibly get.

“ night y/n”

“night jeno”

you turn off the light and fall into a deep sleep

the sun shine in your eyes causes you to stir awake, making your way to the kitchen is chenle and jaemin making breakfast

“ had fun last night” jaemin taunts

“ oh shut up that’s gross, how many times do i have to tell you nothing is going on between us” you rant

eventually everyone wakes up and eats before the big day ahead of them starting with them going on a kayaking trip

“ come on we’re going to be late” renjun yells as everyone rushes out the door

“ you want to do a double or a single” jeno asks as you are waiting in line to check in

“ i wanna go with you” you smile at him

“ is it because you just can’t get away from me” he suggests

“ yeah totally it’s not the fact that you’re the strongest one here and can row by yourself if my little arms get tired” you joke, jeno pretends to sulk as you get situated in your kayak

the trip was a blast, kayaking was easy with jeno

jaemin and renjun on the other hand tipped their kayak into the water

once everyone had finished you guys headed home all pretty tired from being out in the sun for hours, dropping your stuff in the room you get cleaned up and all decided to watch a movie and order food

you and jeno sat on the couch while the others sat in chairs or on the floor, laying on his chest, legs tangled together, his heartbeat almost luring you off to sleep,the tension between you and jeno during the movie had you rethinking about your relationship with him

after the movie was over the boys said there goodnights and went in their rooms

“ wanna go in the hot tub” jeno suggests

“ sure that sounds fun”

you change into you bathing suit walking out to meet jeno who’s already in the hot tub

“ this feels nice” jeno states

“ mhm, i had a lot of fun today”

“ me too, we should definitely do this again”

“ yeah maybe next time just us” jeno moves closer to you

“maybe i want you all to myself”you lock eyes with him for what seems to be forever

“ is that right?” you taunt him moving your face closer to his

“ god your so hot” he whispers into your ear

“ can i kiss you” he asks before you could answer you roughly place your lips on his, jeno pulls you into his lap resting one hand on your cheek and the other on your ass

“ i’ve wanted this for so long baby”

“ oh you have no idea jen, i need you so bad” jeno takes the hint and pulls his swim trunks down, sliding your bathing suit bottom to the side and lining his dick with your pussy he guides your body down taking every inch of him

“ oh my god jeno fuck you’re huge” you moan in pleasure

“ you feel so good baby keep going”

body bouncing up and down as jeno takes your top off sucking on your tits, jeno pulls you off picking you up and placing you on the edge of the hot tub, you wrap your legs around his torso as he glides his dick in once again

“ fuck baby girl you’re so wet for me” jeno groans placing his head in the crook of your neck giving it kisses

“ i’m gonna cum jeno”

“ wait for me baby i’m almost there” his thrusts become erratic and he’s pounding into you fastly chasing his high

“ jeno i cant wait any longer i need to cum” you whisper scream

“ i’m ready, cum for me baby” the two of you release at the same time, sounds of moans being intertwined between the two of you, jeno pulls out watching his cum leak out of your tiny pussy

“ that was best sex i’ve ever had” he says looking up at you

“ yeah right” you laugh rolling your eyes

“ y/n im being so serious, you wanna know why” he asks kissing your lips gently

“ yeah tell me” you raise your eyebrows

“ this is the first time i’ve had sex with someone i’m truly in love with” you look up at him with sparkles in your eyes

“ y/n im in love with you, i’ve always had been, i just never thought you saw me in that way” he says locking eyes with you

“ i’m in love with you too jeno, from the moment i saw you im been so deeply in love, god how did we not know?”

“ i feel so stupid” he states, jeno picks you up as you wrap your arms and legs around him, lips moving together

“ can i ask you something”

“anything jen”

“ will you be my girlfriend”

“ yes a million times yes” you place your lips back onto his.

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i hope you enjoy, give me some requests if you’d like??

[thekinkyleopard]

Late Night Tickle 2

A non-canon Snz Fic Remi x Levi Sequel

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Messyish SnzFet, Smut, Drunk Sex

Author’s Notes: Mmmkay so by popular demand you guys said to allow Geez to pick a prompt and she chose the sequel to Late Night Tickle! Which was originally inspired off a prompt! So here we are hope you all enjoy! 😊 as always @aller-geez owns Remi, and did the cover art.

Description: Based loosely off this prompt with a smutty twist~

“HAHA!! No cause that’s so fucking true!!” Levi could be heard laughing loudly outside the door with a pair of muffled voices. Stumbling into the early morning of 3am was the small cat and his best friend Draeko, and his sister in law, Meeko.

“I know it is!!!” Draeko lazily slid against the other male as they shared their laughter, Meeko giggling along side them but starting to look more at her phone as the leopard struggled with the keys on his snow leopard printed lanyard.

“I had so much fun you guys, we have to do this more often…” Meeko smiled gently at the both of them before she continued “but I def gotta get back home to my partners…” the ginger haired woman winked before bumping Levi with her shoulder. “Have a good night you two!” Waving them off before she turned to walk toward her house on the large property they shared with Levi and Remi.

“Dijuwanna come in and watsh sum tv or you’re free to crash in the guess roomb, Drae,” Levi slurred extensively as he managed to push his front door open after seemingly struggling with the lock. The problem was he never had locked it. So he went to unlock it, but locked it, then had to unlock it. He was drunk. This took about 8 minutes while Drae hummed before shaking his head.

“Nah, Imma have Al come get me, cause Imma convince him to convince Nai into a 3 some tonight…” winking suggestively in the direction of his equally drunken friend, the two of them sharing a look of amusement before tossing into giggles.

“Hmmmm speaking of…yeah just make yourself comfy while you wait for Al, I’m, going to go do just that as well…minus the third party,” they both shared yet another good chuckle as their scuffling feet carried them through the threshold, and the mutt found his way to the couch.

“Word, good luck in there, night Lee!” Draeko threw up a peace symbol with his index and second finger before making himself comfortable, and scrolling through his phone.

“You too, D!” “….Now….wheres that big bad wolf at….” He snickered lustfully under his breath, his feet making light as they tip toed through the home, up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with his lover, Remi. He eerily started to creak the door open steadily. His thin body slipping through the crack. Once inside he noted, long before entering, it was dark, but also, that Remi was fast asleep in bed, with his breathing at an incredibly audible decibel. Levi knew that sound. He was mouth breathing. Which could only mean one other thing, his lover was feeling a tad bit under the weather, or maybe allergy season, either way he could hear the subtle wheeze behind his exhales.

“Oh my poor lover….” The freckled, drunken man clicked his tongue sadly. ‘I leave for a few hours and suddenly…his immune system crashes…,’ he shakes his head, talking to himself inside the safety of his own head. Least Remi wake up to him having a conversation to himself. Slowly the smaller of the two, began to strip himself of his night time attire, the blazer, the tshirt, the tie…left with just his snow leopard print boxer briefs. He slowly slipped into bed, and instinctively the wolf opened up his limbs and then gracefully trapped his mate inside. Grunting weakly as he did so.

Levi bit his lower lip and tenderly closed his eyes, although, finding it to be a struggle while his head spun a million miles an hour. However, his hands searching and discovering Remi's and threading their fingers lovingly together he couldn't help but feel immediately comforted. His spins subsiding enough to allow him to peacefully close his lids once again. Yet, just when the cat was blissfully slipping away into dream land, he heard a soft, gentle, snuffle coming from behind him. Remi's hot, opened breath ghosting over the sensitive surface of his neck, his body shuddered.

The wolf was still clearly asleep and he was grasping tighter to the leopard while his body suddenly began to twitch, and spasm. His nose tickling, Levi could feel the wolf twisting and stretching his nose to avoid it taking over. He could also hear the shallowness in his breath, and each exhale sent goosebumps down his arms. "R-Rem?" he whispered behind his nerves as he tempted to see if the other was stirring in consciousness.

He wasn't, he didn't answer and the sound of his breathing only got more labored as time passed. "H--...Hih'...." Levi heard from behind him. Could it be? He held his own breath, his cerulean eyes staring into the darkened distance with anticipation. "hh'….!" Remi was fighting against them, pushing his leaking face against Levi’s shoulder, forcibly stretching his nose against the other’s moistening flesh as each second passed. It helped, but it didn’t cure. He snuffled, and continued to keep himself restrained. Until he felt it fighting back against him.

Remi, still not fully conscious or aware of his surroundings, felt as if the leopard next to him in the bed was asleep, and he was struggling to make sure he didn’t disturb the cat. Little to his knowledge that the male was just simply unable to rest in the first place. “H’GXNT!!” Remi shoveled his face into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, muffling the sound, but putting himself completely on blast. There was no hiding it.

So when the feeling came back with its vengeance, the wolf had to blow the top of his lid completely off. “Huh'GDTS'ue!!” the dark haired man sneezed directly into the crook of the other's neck once more, slickening it with mess and sick. Though half expecting it, half thinking it was a waste of time to wait up for....Levi was startled by the sudden sound echoing in the canals of his hearing organs. Yet, unlike usual, his eyes rolled back and the feeling of the saliva raided areas cooling with each passing second, only brought him closer to sin.

"Bless you baby..." he whispered languidly, before rolling his hips back in a flirtatiously slick fashion. This caused the larger to stir and grunt, his hips instinctively moving to match Levi's motions. His opened maw only produced more hot air that was sending the cat into an almost frozen state of horny paralysis. He couldnt help it with the other at his neck like that.

"—hd'ISCHhh! Hh'iSHH!" Certainly this time the wolf would be awake from the insistent flood of onslaughting sneezes. Levi’s shoulder wet, decorated in the man’s spit and other misc ick he was sure. Typically something like this would make the smaller cringe and immediately wake the wolf from his slumber. Yet, another powerful wave of pleasure rolled through his spine.

“Rem…” he sighed outwardly, now finally turning around to actually face the other whose eyes gently peeped open at the movement of his partner.

“Hn?” He grunted once, looking lazily at his boyfriend in front of him now.

“You sick baby?” Levi asked gently within the darkness of their room.

“Juss…aller…g—hdt’ishhhh!” Now directly into the leopard’s face, leaving the wolf to blush profusely and bringing a corner of the blanket up to wipe off the mess he made. “I’m so sorry…” he winced, almost like he was expecting the other to get mad, but he didn’t. Levi simply giggled and pressed his forehead to the other’s and looked at his lover with hooded eyes.

“S’ok baby…bless you,” kissing the tip of Remi’s leaking nose, before dusting a few strands of hair from in front of his tired emerald eyes. Oh , it was starting to make sense why the other wasn’t cringing and trying to clean himself up immediately.

“You drunk?” Remi asked, smelling the extensively strong scent of alcohol between them.

“Mm’spossible,” he returned with yet another crinkle of his nose and a short snort before wrapping his arms around the other’s strong neck. “I missed you….” Nuzzling the tips of their noses together. Remi couldn’t help but melt under his adorable partner. How is he so extra cute when he’s drunk? The wolf wasted no time, wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s thin waist and pulling him tightly to his chest.

“I love when you’re drunk…sndf,” he snuffled lightly into the side of his mate’s neck again. Levi inhaled sharply, his lips pulling into a careless toothy smile, licking his lips as he felt the other’s chest up against his own.

“I love you!” He giggled kissing the side of Remi’s unsuspecting face, who could only laugh in response, but quickly he found himself under attack. Like a bursting flame through a pipe, he felt the sensation trickle down the base of his nose.

“I love you mo— Hah'ISSchuu!!” At the very least able to crook his head sharply to the left into the direction of the pillow, the sound still loudly audible.

“Bless you, Handsome~” Levi purred leaning over to nip, and lick at the other’s jawline. He pulled himself back enough to bring his thumb up to wipe below the other’s nostrils, swiping away the slickened mess there. Bringing the hand back down to wipe it across their sheets. He could wash those later.

Afterwards, playfully, his hands came up to entangle and thread through the other’s strands of raven hair. Remi shuddered, sniffling loudly afterwards to rid himself of the possible onslaught of slickened ick that was still inside him, despite the other’s help.

“Kitten….you’re playing with fire again…” he warned the small male that he was getting to his limit. Between his partner being half nude pressed up against him, being so sweet and specifically horny for his vulnerable state of being, he was finding it harder to return to his last state of relaxation. He needed Levi and he was getting closer to just taking it.

“I wanna get burned,” the leopard whispered with a huskier undertone than he had previously speaking. The wolf growled low in his chest, his hands around the other’s waist now trickled down to grip aggressively at each of Levi’s rear cheeks.

“Yeah?” Remi questioned the other teasingly, pushing him closer yet again, more or less just bumping their bodies together.

“Yeah,” the white haired male responded with an innocent sparkle behind his diamond eyes while his gaze switched between Remi’s still open breathing maw, and his glossy emerald eyes.

“Aren’t you just— tch’ISSH! iit’shHIEW! Fuck…” trying to remain an air of Dominance, but only being completely and utterly derailed by the explosions of irritant. Truthfully, it wasn’t anything within the usual, it was their first year out in Alaska, and this time of year a particular weed grew on the property. Levi hadn’t realized he made it worse coming home.

“Fuck…” Levi whimpered as he witnessed his suffering partner blast another short series of messy sneezes across their pillows. He bit his lower lip, his eyes lidded and Remi couldnt help but smirk seeing the display of arousal.

“Yeah? You like that?” Bringing a hand up and pushing it under the leopard’s neck, slipping his hand behind the other’s head and taking a gentle fistful of hair, tilting Levi’s skull upward.

“I do..” his thin pierced lips parted with anticipation as he watched Remi’s darkened expression deepen into his own.

“So fuckin naughty…” his nose twitched, Remi swiftly pushed and was suddenly atop the gapping cat, his fist still gripping his hair. “Ready?” His mouth pulled tightly closed as he encouraged his nostrils in a circular motion using centripetal force. Trying to trigger the unwanted pollen inside to slip through the ticklish sensors.

“Ready..?” Slightly confused by the question before he started to eventually realize what he was in for and his eyes widened.

“Open your mouth…H’hih…,” Remi demanded of his smaller partner, struggling against letting it out too soon, his malicious glowing greens making it practically impossible for the cat to deny.

“Re-,” it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try though, was he truly ready to expose himself to be such a slut ? He hesitated, almost sobering up, but the drunken devil inside his head picking at the insistent itch within.

“Open your fucking mouth,” there was no denying the man his request, that was being made extremely clear as the hand in his hair tightened substantially. Remi’s voice threatening and cold.

“Yes sir,” Levi dare not disobey his lover, so, obediently, the leopard opens his mouth and waits patiently as his eyes gaze over to see Remi, indulging while he tickled and tempted his nostrils by stretching and swiveling across his own face.

“H—hH…-h’dtTISHh!!” There it went, a mistral spray of ick and wet came flying at Levi’s open lips. It landed gently onto his flesh what one could assume TV static felt like in small doses. Levi whimpered and his whole body flinched upon impact but, the buldge in his boxers flexed and pushed up against Remi’s. “S’right, eat it, slut,” Remi hissed behind his gritted teeth while he bared down his hips and pushed their clothed lengths together roughly.

Levi shuddered with his entire being, his glossy cerulean eyes rolling in the back of his head as he licked his lips clean of Remi’s mess. “I love watching you lick up my sneezes off your own face,” he smirked shoveling his legs in between Levi’s, who instinctively wrapped them around the eager, still sniffling wolf. His nose and throat vibrating as they tickled deep within his sinuses. Trying his best to overpower the sensations as well as his mate.

Remi sat up a moment enough to bring his hands at the leopard’s boxers, making quick work of them and himself, spitting in the palm of his hand. “Tell me you like being my tissue,” he glared down at the wiggling and whining cat who looked at him with hooded eyes.

“I love it….” The sound was strained and it wasn’t done with enough passion for the wolf’s liking.

“Hm? I can’t hear you…And to whom are you addressing, Kitten? Don’t forget your manners,” Remi clicked his tongue in a condescending manner, tsking the smaller male with slight disappointment, which made Levi whimper in response. The wolf violently ripping their boxers clear off their bodies, taking his hands now and spreading his boyfriend’s ass apart to see his wanting hole puckering at him.

“I love being your tissue, Mister Connors….” It almost came out as a whine, the way it sounded. It went straight into Remi’s cock, hardening the inpatient organ.

“That’s what Daddy likes to hear,” spitting directly now across Levi’s spread open hole, legs pushed up to his delicate sternum. “Keep your mouth open, and your eyes on me—…Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!” Sliding his thick rod inside of the other, Levi’s dangling against his body, crying out, but meeting his lover’s demands before a waterfall of misted saliva fell down upon his face. “Just like that….HI’DTSCHIEW! -h’dtTISHh!!” As the larger wasted no time burying himself deep inside his lover’s hole, he spread and exposed his allergen attack sneezes across the smaller once more. He cared not where it landed, how it landed, the density….Levi let out a pleased hum, trying not to sound too desperate but his body continued to meld and match with each rough thrust inside himself as he was slickened by his mate.

“Re-Remi….” He gasped with a weakened mewl, reaching his hand down, he waited patiently, open palm in between the two waiting desperately for more of the wolf’s allergen triggered explosions.

“That’s my good—..Hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!! ih’TTSSHH!! Boy…” his praise interrupted by another shot of spattering saliva that came cascading across Levi’s bare stomach, but also the hand that was out stretched waiting. Once it was slickened the smaller made quick use, and brought it to his already leaking length. “Yeah baby? Am I making you that horny? SnDfF…” as the male hovered the other, he sniffled obnoxiously, trying to keep himself from dripping snot into his lover’s unsuspecting face. Luckily he could keep it down.

“Yes, Baby…I can’t stand it, you’re gonna make me…fucking cum….” Levi panted between each heavy, and aggressive thrust. It was almost enough to send the wolf into a bloody rage but he swallowed the pools that collected under his tongue. Knowing he’d get stuck with the cleanup. Instead, he drilled his cock into Levi’s tightening hole, all the while he could feel the younger getting closer to his limit.

“I can feel you….kitten…you’re getting so close aren’t you? —‘izTSHH!!” That one sneaking up from behind him as it took him by complete surprise, and Levi as well. The sneeze splashed the leopard across his unsuspecting features, and between the rough strokes, relentless usage, and assault of his prostate the cat was just unsuited for holding out any longer. He came hard over his stomach while the wolf shoved his hands down onto each side of Levi’s head, hooking himself forward and in as he rushed to his own orgasm, trying to follow closely behind the leopard.

“Fuuuuuckking shit….Remi…” He whined under a clenched jaw, his claws ripping the sheets underneath his grasp, and his other hand milking his spraying length. “Please.. baby…please I want to feel you fill me….” He sounded anguished as his hips continued their motions of meeting each hardened thrust.

“Shit that’s gonna do it….” Remi releases a hot steaming load inside the other’s ass, filling him with his seed. “Riiiiiight there….” He hissed. Shortly after he spent himself inside the cat, they both went limp and Remi collapsed ontop of his sweet boy. Levi wrapping his arms around the man’s strong, sweating shoulders. “I feel so much better…” he whispered breathlessly into Levi’s equally sticky and clammy flesh.

“Good…” Levi couldn’t help but notice he felt a hell of a lot more sober than he had before, and slightly grateful for it because it meant sleep would be much easier to obtain. “Me too….” They both gasped with labored breaths, their hands clasping around forearms, shoulders or necks just to feel grounded in someway. So nobody would float away.

“Sorry to mess you all up right when you get home…” Remi chuckles loosely as he looks up to hopefully meet eye contact with his boyfriend. Levi stretched his neck enough to look down at his mate, smiling back before shrugging without hesitation, he responded quickly.

“It was a benefit to us both, darling, like always,” running his thin fingers through the wolf’s blackened strands.

“I love you,” Remi let out a gentle sigh, exhaling through his mouth, as his nose was still blocked up from his previous fits in the night.

“I love you, more,” Levi giggled from under him, Remi’s head snapped up to look in his mate’s direction and dead in his eyes with the world’s most serious expression.

“Don’t,” he said shortly, followed slowly by a sarcastic toothy grin.

They both laughed together, the sound like wind chimes blowing in the wind, before silence fell amongst them and they wound up crashing in this strange position of the much taller male sleeping half on top of the other’s small body. Content, they still clasped each other’s arms as if forever reaching for one another.

The End 

Author’s Notes: I know it’s kind of shorter than I usually write? But I hope you guys enjoyed it 😭 I know y’all are on a hell boys kick so I hope this isn’t a Remi x Levi P.2 that goes unloved. LOL Expect the AlxKoxNai series next!!!

[kotegiris]

[Event Story] Cage of Black Raven

I'm just an amateur and it's my first time translating something this long, so there may be mistakes, but please enjoy! I recommend reading this while having the event story open on your device!

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Chapter 9: The Black Raven’s Doubt

Rondine - Center of Town

???: Hey, look… It’s the Devil Butlers…

Bastien: …Hm?

Turning towards the direction of the voice, there was a couple who seemed to be nobles.

Lono: Hm…? It feels like I’ve seen them somewhere before.

Bastien: Are they nobles from Espoir…?

Muu: But… Even the coachmen didn’t want to come here because it’s so eerie, so why are they in a town like this…?

Boschi: Well today is the day of a festival held once in a hundred years. It’s not odd that some nobles would come.

Boschi: But… They just had to spot us today of all days…

Noblewoman: We came all the way to Rondine and ran into the Devil Butlers here… How ominous…

Nobleman: Truly unpleasant.  They’re all just tools for hunting angels anyways.

> (“Tools”...) > (The way he talks…)

Boschi: Hah?

Nobleman: Hiiie!?

Before I could do anything, Boschi glared at the nobles.

Nobleman: H-Hey! Let’s go!

Noblewoman: V-Very well!

Lono: Geez… It’s not like we wanted to run into you either!

Yuhan: Liberta-san, are you alright?  Were you scared?

Liberta: ………

> Liberta…?

Liberta: Hey, Boschi… Are all “nobles” like that…?

Liberta: Do they all don’t like you? Boschi, Lono, the Devil Butlers…

Muu: W-Well….

Boschi: Not all of them, but…

Boschi: Most nobles don’t like us.

Liberta: But why? Before…

Liberta: You told me about how angels are dangerous… and that you hunt them right?

Liberta: Those people are alive because the Devil Butlers work hard, so…

Liberta: Why are they saying bad things?

> Liberta…

Lono: Haha… Thank you, Liberta.

Lono: You don’t think like them.  It’s thanks to you that we can keep doing our best, no matter what the nobles say.

Bastien: That’s right.

Liberta: ……

After that, we took Liberta around the festival.

Liberta was smiling and laughing, but… it felt like he was forcing himself to.

Gradually, the sunset and the end of the festival drew closer.

Liberta: Wow…! Seeing the sunset from the outside is so pretty!

Boschi: Yeah, it feels like the sky’s huge, doesn’t it?

Liberta: Yeah! The sky’s big… the town is also super big!

Lono: Hehe… In just one day,  we went all over the town!

Bastien: Aruji-sama, Liberta, are you tired?

> I’m alright

Liberta: Me too!

Liberta: I’m alright, but…

Yuhan: Liberta-san…?

Liberta: Hey, Boschi… For just a little longer…

BEEP! BEEP!

> This sound is…!

Lono: It’s the angel siren! Damn it… why now…!

Liberta: B-Boschi…

Liberta looked uneasy as he clung to Boschi’s clothes.

Boschi: …It’s okay, Liberta.

Boschi: We’ll be done taking care of the angels in a flash. There’s nothing to worry about.

Boschi roughly patted Liberta’s head.

Scared People: It’s the angels! There are angels in the east side back alleys!

Scared People: In the north too! Everyone, stay away from the north side!

Boschi: Tch…! We’ll split up and take them down!

Boschi: Aruji-sama! Release mine, Lono’s, and Bastien’s power!

> Got it…! > Leave it to me

Yuhan: Boschi-san, what should I…

Boschi: We can’t let you fight the angels yet.

Boschi: This is what Berrien-san and the others decided beforehand. Follow orders. Got it?

Yuhan: Understood.

Boschi: Aruji-sama, please release them.

> Okay

You: “Come, sworn friends of the darkness. I summon thee.”

You: “By the Devil’s Contract, release the powers of Boschi, Lono, and Bastien”

Lono: Alright…! Let’s go hunt some angels!

Boschi: Lono! Bastien! Head north! I’ll head east!

Lono: Got it!

Bastien: Understood.

Boschi: Yuhan! Take them southwest!

Boschi: And don’t forget to help guide the panicked townspeople to safety! 

Yuhan: Yes!

Yuhan: Aruji-sama, Liberta-san, Muu-chan, this way!

> Okay!

[strobichie]

just sae, forever.

♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but instead you were stuck in an unideal situation. this is part two of just sae!

little note: i didn't expect my last post to get 30+ likes XD, i was never good at writing per se, regardless i'm delighted to see people enjoy my small short fic even if it wasn't that eye-catching. also, oftentimes i write for gn and fem readers and honestly.. i don't know which to use for this one. i guess it's up to you then reader ^_^ (small hints of inconsistent type of reader, reader's style and etc depends on her or their mood.)

your perspective:

huh, it's been a few days after that unfortunate event.

was i just pranked? geez, hopefully it was. the shit that 'sae' pulled back there felt real as hell. even his dialogues sounded real.

i heard a knock on my apartment door and froze in place..

i haven't gone out in days, i think i already became a neet.

my legs dangled from my bed as i stood up, rushing to the front door, i opened it, expecting to get ai hoshino's fate.. but instead... ---

"it feels nice to see you in real life." that.. was sae's voice. or more realistically AND honestly, takahiro sakurai's voice.

i perked my head up, oh... he was, tall. obviously. what am i saying?

he pulled me into a sudden hug, he wore the same clothes when he appeared in the manga and anime.

i was speechless, this... couldn't be real. i was just being pranked, was i?

"why are you so quiet? why don't you speak up, love?" he looked at me lovingly, gosh, my single ass felt blood running to my cheeks.

"no way, you're real? here?! in flesh and blood??" i said, absolutely flabbergasted. he looked exactly like sae, but i was still in denial.

"why would you think that my words were just empty nonsense? i was being true to my words... and you." he shyly admitted. why was he so out of character?

"and, i may not seem like the cold person i was in the anime and manga, but i.. since i'm with you, after all those times in the literature club, i actually found happiness with you." he continued to speak.

"...yeah, let's, like, settle this inside." i brought him in my apartment, it wasn't too small, rather it was quite big. my job paid me really well and i was able to afford quite a luxurious and spacious apartment. those years in school really did pay off, haha.

sae sat on my comfortable white couch as he looked around, surprised. i dug into my pantry desperately searching for.. something.

i was really warming up to sae now, i mean, judging from my tiktok reposts i reposted videos and edits of him way more often than rin, sorry... rinrin...

my eyes caught sight of my life long worth of candy stash, it could last for like, decades. or more...

i happily hummed as i took a big basket full of candy, walking to the living room and placing it on the glass coffee table.

"what are you staring for sae? come on, i didn't bring this big basket of candy here for nothing." i shot him a smug smile, urging him to take one candy bar.

"it's nothing, i just never expected you to be this welcoming and kind.. i'm... grateful. thank you." he took a candy bar and peeled the wrapper open, taking a bite into the soft chocolate caramel.

he was secretly enjoying the candy bar, so i took one for myself and swallowed the candy bar whole after peeling the tight ass wrapper.

"riiight, since you're a famous footballer back in the bluelockverse, i guess you need to get used to getting pampered and taken care of by me since you have no job now, whatsoever. but to be frank, i don't care. it's nice to have someone around me after god knows how long!" i said out of the blue, eyes star-struck. i didn't know why, i felt happier when people were around me. but when i was with sae.. i felt.. like i was on cloud nine.

"...sae, i don't know why. but i like you, a lot." two lonely bitches staring at each other, that was us.

"i like you too, {name}... i like you, a lot more than you'd ever like me." gosh, this stings. what was i thinking? am i hallucinating or just crazy? i eyed sae sadly, a evident frown plastered on my face.

"i'll love you till the end of time, {name}." he smiled, shit, i felt butterflies in my stomach. is this true love? ironic since he was a fictional character that broke the barrier between fiction and reality.

maybe.. life with sae.. wouldn't be so bad.

we can do many things together, like drawing and painting. playing video games, and going out together. like a real couple would do.

i found myself slightly blushing a soft pink colour, i actually felt happy, with sae.

"...i love you, sae." i smiled at him lovingly, and he shot me a loving smile back.

i finally felt true happiness!

author's note: might do a silly lil fic of reader and sae living life together as a happy couple, gosh, i'm a sucker for lovey dovey pairs wkdjskwksfr

[savemeafruitjuice]

LEE RAPH AHH

alright, i want to write for lee Raph since there is basically nothing on tumblr for him, so help me decide which version I should do!

alriiiight guys. We're doin' ROT Raph first! I have a silly little idea for this one, so bear with me while I get it set up!

Lee: Raph

Ler: Leo

TW!: PAIN/MILD INJURY, FEELINGS OF BEING USELESS

A low groan escaped from the snapping turtle's throat as he waddled into the lair. Every step sent a wave of pain through his body, and having to deal with it all day meant it took much longer to complete today's mission. Raph had decided that it was too dangerous to risk slow reaction time, and possibly endangering his brothers, so he made the choice to stay home for the rest of the day. Despite how much he wanted help protect everyone, there was no way he could slow hia family down.

After another few grueling feet forward, the turtle was able to plop himself down on the large couch, letting his eyelids flutter shut. He let out a long sigh, and sleep overtook him.

Raph awoke to the sound of familiar laughs, cheery voices echoing through the sewers. A smile overtook the rested turtle's features upon hearing his family happy. Completely forgetting about his previous soreness, Raph tried to stand, flinching back as his legs spasmed slightly.

Upon entering, the other three had noticed his discomfort by now, concerned faces approaching to inspect their brother. "Geez. Raph, you okay?" A slow nod answered the slider's question, but Leo could tell he was really bummed out.

"There something you wanna talk about?" the blue-themed turtle sat on the couch to console his brother, prompting an uncomfortable Donatello to chuckle nervously before scooting himself away, dragging the youngest brother along with him. Leo rolled his eyes at his brothers, before redirecting his attention back to Raph.

"Dunno. Raph just feel kinda useless. You know, I'm usually the one protecting everybody, and with my stupid sore legs, I can't do that. Makes me feel bad." the younger's gaze softened, leaning to rest his head on the other's shoulder. "Aw, Raph. Just because you're hurt doesn't make you useless! You understand that?"

The snapping turtle shrugged a little, looking anywhere except his brother, still feeling guilty for not being able to help out more. Leo saw this, an idea suddenly popping into his head. "Hmm.. Hey, Raphie? Can you lay back down for me? I think I know something that'll make you feel better!~" The snapping turtle gave him a confused glance before sighing and laying across the couch on his side, watching Leo as he moved to sit on the lip of his shell.

The slider's soft smile morphed into a slightly more mischievous expression, though it was unseen by the other. He gave his upper-leg a quick squeeze, making the bigger's eyes widen as he startled.

"AH! Leo, w-wha-?" he was shushed as the other scooted down slightly. "Hold on, hermano. Let me help you out." and with that, the younger of the two began gently prodding at his brother's legs, making him flail a little. At a flare of pain, the red-banded turtle soon realized that moving made the pain in his muscles worse. He winced, begrudgingly letting his legs fall back down while his little brother tickled him.

"Leheho- Haha! IHit TIhickles!" giggles poured freely out of the snapping turtle's mouth as he reached for a pillow, clutching it to his chest.

"Well I should hope it does, hm?~ That's partially what I'm doing this for in the first place! Wouldn't want my bro-bro to be all gloomy!" Raph gave him a playful eye-roll through his giggles, and the other smirked, sticking his tongue out.

Leo decided to be a (mean) good brother and press into the muscle of the snaggletooth's thighs, forcing the tension out, all the while making the older one screech in ticklish agony.

"KGH- LEHOHonahardo! I-Ihi swehear! I'm coming aHAHAFTER youhu whehen thiHIS IHIS OHoveher!" A gasp was pushed through the other's mouth. "Uhum, excuse me? You are in no position to be threatening me right now!"

The slider wiggled his fingers under the red-themed turtles knees, smile only widening as his laughter was raised an octave. Shortly after, he moved back up, noticing how much looser he seemed.

A couple more minutes passed, and Leo stopped. Raphael was a giggly mess, cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he released his grip on the pillow, replacing it with his goofball brother, who just about melted into the hold. That is, until...

"You know I'm getting you back, right?"

The marked turtle began squirming in an attempt to escape the elder's grasp. He probably wasn't going to survive this, but was it worth it to help a brother in need?

Absolutely. Well.. maybe.

I'm so sorry this took me forever, and wasn't that long, but my motivation has been absolutely gone. I apologize, and I will see how fast I can get the 2012 version done. Thank you all for your patience!

[lunawings]

Hirogaru Sky Precure 18

The pacing of this show is kinda weird.

I know it's odd and unfair to compare this show to Wonderful, considering Wonderful came after it. But I can't help it since being so into Wonderful right now and craving more Precure is a large part of the reason why I'm catching up on it in the first place haha.

Cure Butterfly's arc is so odd to me. Like, Mayu took forever to become a Precure despite being there since the beginning but with Mayu's character I felt like it was justified. With Ageha though, it was like... she could have become a Precure at literally any time? (I mean, she wanted to protect Ellee just as much as anyone, right?) But she just kinda... didn't.

????

I dunno. Often the midseason cures end up becoming my favorite because their long journey into finally becoming a cure is quite emotional. But with Butterfly I just felt... nothing. It was like OK geez finally haha.

I do know there's still another Cure to be added to this season. But still, I think that's all the more reason IDK why Butterfly took so long. I felt more emotional about Cure Wing even though we'd only knew Tsubasa for two episodes when he first transformed.... IDK....

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 8

“Last time on Total Takes Island: the teams set out on a lovely canoe trip to scenic Bony Island, where they carried their boats over two miles of treacherous jungle, featuring man-eating beavers and a few grumpy geese. O’s anxiety got the best of him, and he cost his team not one, but four players. While Ass and Courtney were busy tearing their team apart, Michael and Max were the only ones keeping theirs together. Ultimately, the Fujoshis one, and O took the walk of shame- O no! Haha. I wrote that one myself. Will the Fujoshis keep up their winning streak? Will Julia ever get over her crippling fear of geese? Find out now- on Total! Takes! Island!”

Early in the morning just outside Camp, Sha-Mod and McLovin sit on the beach, building a sand mansion together and speaking in hushed tones (though no one else is up yet).

“And, I dunno, they’re both great, but I get the vibe they don’t like each other, ya know?” McLovin says, picking up a sand dollar. 

“I can’t blame Courtney. That Ass is sha-bad news, they didn’t even apologize for crinkling my Lightning!” he exclaims, pointing to the slightly-indented photo of Lightning over his face. “They’ve been a real problem since Mal left.”

“Maybe for you,” McLovin sighs. “Since Mal’s been gone, I’ve had TWO chicks on my tail! I know I’m a catch, but geez, man!”

“Well, as long as I’m here, we can stay partnering up!” Sha-Mod announces, pointing at himself. “Avoid all the girl drama, you know?”

“Thanks, bud, I knew I could count on you,”

Sha-Mod nods as a voice blares over the intercom. “Campers! Get your white-tailed butts in gear and meet me in the mess hall for your deer-ly exciting challenge! Ahaha, I am on FIRE today!”

The intercom crackles off and McLovin and Sha-Mod give each other a perplexed expression. 

The mess hall is almost entirely silent as the campers yawn and stretch, tending to bug bites and trying to down the bitter coffee from Chef’s breakfast ensemble. 

Scruffy carries a tray back to the Anon’s table, making a point to sit away from Michael as Julia, on her left side, glares daggers in everyone else’s direction. Max comes next, making fleeting eye contact with Michael before sitting on the other side of Scruffy. 

---

MICHAEL: “I really don’t get it. Just when I thought we were starting to get along, he gives me the cold shoulder! After I saved his ass, too! Maybe Julia was right…”

---

Staci sits on the other side of Michael instead, smiling brightly and spooning the apple sauce-like substance Chef was serving. “So… has anyone kin-assigned you two yet?”

Julia raises an eyebrow. “Has anyone what?”

“Oh, you know how I’m literally Staci from Revenge of the Island? I’ve been helping everyone on the team find their inner kins, too! Well… I haven’t told them yet, but I’ve been keeping a list,” Staci grins, pulling out a thick, fuzzy pink diary and dropping it on the table. “Ok, so, Max is Scarlett from Pahkitew (ironically, hah), Scary is Scary Girl from the 2023 reboot, Scruffy is Sierra… hmmm,”

Staci takes a moment to scan the two girls over, judging their facial expressions and body language before smiling and nodding. “Gwen and Heather,”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the standard loner and popular mean girl dynamic, duh,”

Michael rolls her eyes. “Not to rain on your parade, but doesn’t this whole kin-assigning thing feel like yet another way to be forcibly labeled based off of surface-level traits?”

“That’s such a Gwen answer,”

“Okay, I’m outta here,” Michael says, climbing over the bench. 

Chris suddenly ducks inside the hall, grinning widely. “Hope you’re all enjoying your breakfast, campers, because this challenge is gonna be a doozy! Outside, you'll find your supplies for today’s, um, adventure,”

The campers look nervous and stand, following Chris outside to where two large crates are waiting, unopened. Scruffy shakes their head. 

“Today’s challenge is a personal favorite of mine: hunting!” he beams, opening a crate and pulling out a neon pink paintball gun. “Unfortunately, due to province law, I can’t give you anything more powerful than paint without getting everyone a license, which sounds boooring!” he tosses the paintball gun to Courtney. 

“Welcome to the second ever paintball deer hunt! Now, normally, I’d assign hunters and deer for you, but I think it’d be funnier to watch you all sort it out. You have five minutes to decide who’s hunting- and who’s being hunted!”

The teams give each other anxious glances as Chris walks away. 

Courtney turns to the Fujoshis and tosses the gun in their hands to Sha-Mod. 

---

COURTNEY: “Believe it or not, I am a very non-confrontational person. My strategy from the beginning has been the fly under the radar and focus on defense rather than offense. Hunting? No can do. But I can hide!”

---

“If Sha-Mod is a hunter, I wanna be a hunter, too!” McLovin yells, waving his hand around. Courtney shrugs and tosses him a gun from the crate. 

“Oh, me, too. Those little deer outfits are terrible,” Ass nods. Courtney hesitates for a moment, gun still in their hands until Caesar butts in. 

“Um, no. I’m not getting paint on this suit. Gun me, please,” he extends his hands. 

“I was first!”

“Rock paper scissors for it?”

Both hold their palms flat in front of them and tap their fists against them three times. As Ass throws scissors, Caesar walks behind them and takes the gun and safety glasses from Courtney. 

“Hey! I thought we were playing for that!”

“What are you, five?” Caesar chuckles. “Come on, Bonbon, let’s go find somewhere quiet.”

Bonnie adjusts the deer tail and antler headband before walking off into the woods with Caesar. Ass sighs, but puts on the accessories with Courtney without another complaint. McLovin and Sha-Mod fist-bump, and then run into the woods together. 

“Obviously, I’ll be taking one of these,” Max says, picking a neon blue gun from the crate. “Let’s see… Scary?”

Scary growls at him, but accepts their paintball gun and safety gear anyway before bounding off into the woods, giggling. 

“Hm…” Max surveys the rest of the team. “S-”

“I volunteer!” Staci yells, waving their hand in the air. “My aunt’s husband’s grandfather taught me how to shoot, and my great-great-great-”

“Alright! Just take it!” Max shoves the gun into their arms. “Anyone else?”

Michael smiles, and opens her mouth. “I-”

“Kelly!” Max says, tossing them the gun before pointing ahead and walking straight past Michael. “Alright, let’s move out.”

---

MICHAEL: “...am I crazy? Am I going insane? Is that it? Did I just imagine everything?!”

---

MAX: “Michael is a liability to the team. She’s a good player, but she’s distracting me. I mean, she’s a distraction,” he pauses, crossing his arms and glaring at the camera. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

---

“Does this tail make my arse look big, baby?” Austin asks, looking around his back. 

“Yes, dear,” Kelly says, loading their gun with blue paintballs. 

“Groovy!” 

The two walk through the woods, holding hands and paying little attention to their surroundings. The morning sun shines through the foliage above as they enter a clearing. 

“Wanna help me practice?” Kelly smiles, finishing up on their gun. 

---

Austin takes a bite out of the apple Kelly handed him before putting it on his head and standing still with his back against a tree. 

Kelly holds the gun’s aim up to her left eye, closing her right and taking aim. 

“Are you sure this is safe, baby?”

“Yeah, I saw it in a movie once,” 

“Well, in that case, fire away!” Austin beams, putting his hands on his hips.

Kelly readjusts the gun once again and aims, then re-aims it, before finally pulling the trigger. 

Click. 

Nothing happens. Austin keeps smiling, still frozen in place. “I’m waiting, baby!”

Kelly pulls the trigger again- still, nothing. They frown and lower the gun. “I think this one’s jammed or something,” 

Austin slouches and the apple rolls off his head. He walks over and Kelly hands him the gun, which he inspects thoroughly by looking straight down the barrel. “I don’t see anything, baby,”

“Maybe it’s the trigger. What’re we gonna do?”

Austin thinks for a moment. “Let’s go ask someone for help. I’m sure they’ll be willing to lend a hand!”

The two hear some rustling from a few bushes nearby and turn, look at each other, and then peek out of the clearing onto the path from which the noise came. 

“I don’t know, I guess I thought we were friends,” Michael sighs, crossing her arms against her chest and leaning against a tree. Her usual parka is tucked somewhere back at camp so as to avoid getting paint on it, leaving her in a black tank top. Julia sits on a rock beside her, picking at her cuticles. 

“Yeah, well, you get what you pay for. I tried to tell you he has a stick up his butt,”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” 

Kelly and Austin step through the foliage, smiling. “Hey, girls!” Kelly laughs nervously. 

Julia and Michael both raise an eyebrow. 

“We were wondering if you cool cats could lend us some advice,”

Julia’s “No” and Michael’s “What’s up?” overlap, but Austin continues nonetheless.

“Our thingy is straight jammed, baby, very ungroovy,”

“Um… well, I can take a look at it,” Michael shrugs. “No guarantees I’ll know what to do, though.”

“Yeah, have fun with that. I’m gonna go to the kitchen, I’m starving,” Julia says, starting off down the trail. Michael takes the gun from Kelly, looking it over before nodding. 

“Your safety is still on,” she says, taking it out and handing the paintball gun back to Kelly before a rustling from the bushes behind them grabs their attention. All three turn- Kelly aims the now-working gun and fires a few shots into the woods, hitting nothing. 

“Save your ammo-” Michael starts before a round of paintballs hits her in the stomach. “Aw, man, what the hell!”

Sha-Mod and McLovin giggle from behind the bushes, crouching down army-style while they reload. “Hit her again!” McLovin smirks. 

“Uh, shouldn’t we sha-try for the other players, too?”

“We will, I just love seeing that dumb look on her face!”

“Can’t sha-argue with that!” 

Sha-Mod fires at Michael again, practically coating her in pink from the neck-down. “You got me, alright! Jesus!”

McLovin suddenly springs up, aiming his gun and firing at Austin, who grabs Michael’s shoulders and uses her as a shield. 

“What the hell!” she yelps. Austin smiles apologetically and then runs into the woods with Kelly, leaving Michael dripping in pink. 

---

“I’m honestly kinda surprised that the network let you on, man,” Scruffy says, taking notes as they and Frollo walk down the trail. “Usually TV syndicates don’t like having religious views expressed on teen shows.”

“It was God’s will to have me spread his word on this program,” Frollo answers plainly. Scruffy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything else as the two walk down the trail. 

---

Frollo sits in the confessional, reading his Bible in complete silence.

---

Caesar offers Bonnie a stick of gum, which they accept. The two are sitting in a sunny flower patch at the mouth of a small pond, a crystal-clear waterfall pouring fresh water from the rock formation above. 

“Who knew nature could be so tolerable?” Caesar sighs, kicking back with his hands behind his head. Bonnie nods in agreement. “If only the woods had a wifi connection, this would be paradise,”

A sudden rustling in the woods beyond catches both of their attention and Caesar jumps up, clumsily holding the gun and stepping in front of Bonnie. He peers through the tall bushes surrounding the oasis and sees Scruffy and Frollo walking the trail, then chuckles. 

“Revenge is a dish best served pink,” he takes aim just in time for Frollo to notice, turning and holding up his Bible like a shield. 

Caesar shoots, hitting the book several times as Scruffy hits the deck and army crawls behind a nearby log. The intensity of the paint pellets eventually causes Frollo to stumble backwards, falling next to his walk-buddy. 

“Hey!” Bonnie shouts. 

Caesar whips around, but it’s too late. Staci shoots Bonnie three times in the chest, leaving them covered in blue. 

“Bonbon, NO!” he shouts, extending a hand for them to catch as they dramatically fall backwards. Time seems to slow down as the two reach for each other, but Caesar slips, falling on his paintball gun and crushing it, and Bonnie simply lands on their butt, unscathed. 

“Haha! That’s for great-great-great uncle Teddy, suckers!” Staci shouts before running off into the woods. 

---

“I think I hear something, man,” Sha-Mod whispers, holding a finger to Lightning’s lips and pressing his ear against the rocky formation, as if trying to hear through it. 

He then nods. “Sounds like those two girls from the other team- or maybe one of those girls and that little guy,” 

McLovin follows his footsteps, also listening in. “Sounds like a cave. Let’s corner them!”

The two fist bump and jog around to the other side of the stone hill, stopping and leaning against the very outer corners of the mouth of a large cave. The echoes of two high-pitched voices follow, though their dialogue is too jumbled to make out. 

“On three,” Sha-Mod whispers. “One- 

-Two-

-Three!”

McLovin and Sha-Mod come running in, screaming and brandishing their weapons like machine guns, shooting everywhere except for their targets. Sha-Mod runs further, crashing into the two shadowy figures at the back of the cave and sending all three to the floor. 

“HEY!” Courtney shouts. 

Ass hisses. "Nice going, genius!"

Sha-Mod opens his eyes, his expression changed to one of pure terror. He immediately jumps back to his feet as Courtney and Ass groan, and then stand. McLovin sucks in his breath from behind the trio. 

“Uh…”

Courtney rubs their head, groaning before realizing they can’t stand up straight. They open their eyes wider and see their antlers and Ass’ antlers are intertwined. Both gasp, and then narrow their eyes at each other.

“Let go,” Ass insists. 

“I’m not holding on!”

Sha-Mod looks around nervously while McLovin starts to back away slowly as the two bicker. Eventually, Ass turns, stepping over to the boys and dragging a stubborn Courtney with them, and they grab the gun from Sha-Mod’s hands. 

McLovin and Sha-Mod run out of the cave, screaming and covered in pink paint as Courtney and Ass chase them. 

---

Julia walks along the path back to where she’d left Michael, Kelly, and Austin, seemingly bored and perfectly calm. 

She pauses as Chris’ voice blares over the intercom: “Don’t forget that removing your antlers or tail will result in an immediate elimination! Hahaha,” 

Julia rolls her eyes before hearing a rustling behind her. She turns, terrified, before Scary swings down from a tree branch, hanging upside down as they shoot her. 

“Hey! HEY!” she screams. “I’m on YOUR team! Wait- this isn't paint!” she yelps as she's pelted with pebbles, covering her in tiny bruises.

Scary giggles and disappears back into the canopy.

“FREAK!”

Michael comes trudging down the path seconds later, sulking and peeling drying paint off her skin. “What happened to you?” the two ask in unison. 

---

Chris leans back in his director’s chair, putting his hands behind his head and sighing as Chef arrives with another platter of fresh crepes. 

He takes a seat at the table seconds later, enjoying the open air and sunshine as the two enjoy their mid-challenge brunch just outside of the woods, relishing in the screams of campers and the sound of paintballs splattering. 

“This really is what I needed. No radiation, no dinosaurs, just some good old fashioned nostalgia-based torture,” Chris grins. “Oh, my- is that lemon curd I spy?”

Chef nods. “Imported,”

Chris licks his lips, but just before he can reach across the table, Sha-Mod, McLovin, Ass, and Courtney run out of the woods, the latter still chasing and shooting at the former, taking turns on the gun as their antlers are still tangled.

As they reach the top of the hill separating the craft services tent from the woods, they trip on each other and roll down the slope straight into the breakfast table. The campers groan, lying on the crushed array of berries, creams, and crepes. 

Chris’ shocked stare turns into one of pure anger in seconds. “Seriously?! That was my brunch, dudes! Do you know how long crepes take to make?!”

Chef rolls his eyes. 

“Eliminated! Disqualified! Done!” Chris pulls out his megaphone and yells into it “Anons in the area, get over here!”

Kelly and Austin, as well as Max, Staci, and Scary come strolling out of the forest, surrounding the pile of Fujoshis on the tattered mess that used to be a nice wooden table. 

Chris jabs a finger down. “Take them out, please,”

Kelly grins, aims, and fires directly at Ass, and Scary shoots Courtney somewhere around sixty times before running out of ammo. 

Chef turns to Chris. “Where’d she get the extra paintballs from?”

“Who cares? Fujos, you’re out! I’ll see you at the campfire tonight- as soon as you’re done cleaning this mess and making me a new brunch!”

The team groans in unison. 

---

“Well, that could’ve gone worse,” Max says, stirring the odd green soup Chef was serving for dinner. The Fujoshis- save for Bonnie and Caesar, who were sitting alone at their table- were off on bathroom cleaning duty, as assigned to them by a still-hangry Chris. 

“You did great, baby!” Austin smiles, wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulders. “I’m so proud!”

Kelly beams. Michael rolls her eyes. 

“Are we not gonna talk about the problem, here?!” Julia snaps, rotating an ice pack around the multiple bruises on her body. “I want that little emo weirdo gone!”

Everyone in the group turns to Scary in the kitchen, who’s busy throwing mysterious ingredients into the soup while Chef’s back is turned. 

“That’s something we can agree on,” Max sighs. “But it’s not the right time. Scary is unpredictable, but she’s a good player, and we need that.”

Julia scoffs. “When did you get all soft?” 

“I’M NOT- nevermind. I said no, so the answer is no,” 

“Whatever, Elmo,”

Max grumbles and crosses his arms, but doesn’t press the matter any further. Frollo rolls his eyes, and Scruffy jots something down. 

---

SCRUFFY: “There’s a lot going on on the team that I’m not being told about. It’s hard to report on facts when everyone keeps being so vague… I almost wish I got placed with the Fujoshis, at least their losing streak is something to write about!”

---

“Fujoshis, you’re here because your team sucks, you ruined my crepes, and your complete lack of coordination, aside from when you’re going after your own team members, is honestly pretty pathetic,” Chris says. “Unfortunately, only one of you will be going home tonight.”

“McLovin- you’re safe. Courtney, Bonnie, Caesar. You get to stay,”

Ass and Sha-Mod look at each other nervously. Courtney smirks a little. 

---

COURTNEY: “I’m not a vindictive person. I’m not! Let's just say I'm not a fan of the attitude demonstrated by some members on the team. But… we wouldn’t have lost today if someone had been able to see who he was shooting.”

---

Chris grins. “And the final marshmallow…

Goes…

To…

…Ass. Sha-Mod, I’m sorry man- Not!” Chris’ smile drops. “Now get out.”

Sha-Mod sighs, and even the crinkled Lightning picture looks sad. He stands and begins walking down the docks, boarding the boat of losers as McLovin follows after him. 

“I’ll win this for us, bro! We’ll have a real mansion someday! With real giant sand dollars!”

Sha-Mod waves as the boat speeds away. “I believe in youuuuuuu!”

“Wow, how touching,” Chris says in a monotone voice. “Will McLovin actually live up to his promises? Will Ass and Courtney ever make up? Find out next time- on Total! Takes! Island!”

[aeoki]

Phantom Airship - So I Raced Through The Sky: Chapter 2

Location: ES Meeting Room Characters: Izumi, Sora & Aira

Aira: Huh? Where am I…?

Wait! Why am I at ES!?

Did the game bug out and forcibly send me back to reality? But I should be in the prop room if that’s the case. I don’t know what’s going on…!

Sora: “HaHa~ What a disaster that tornado was, huh, traveller~?”

“Sora doesn’t blame you for being surprised. This is ‘Science Island’ – the island with the highest level of technology on the ‘Phantom Airship’.”

Aira: “Science Island”...? Oh, so is that why it looks so modern?

Sora: “There’s also a budget for 3D assets and a realistic-looking town, but that’s basically the gist of it~”

Aira: What~? It’s not every day that I get to experience VR and I’m the only one that’s sent to this realistic place… It kinda feels like a waste, you know?

Don’t you have something else for me? Like using magic or strange encounters that you’d never have in real life…?

Sora: “Unfortunately, we don’t have any of that.”

“This ‘Phantom Airship’ is a stage to improve idol abilities, so it’s made to ban cheating.”

“And everything on this ‘Science Island’ is made using science!”

“It’s very different from magic and fantastical islands, so please do your best in an honest manner~♪”

Aira: Y-You’re kidding. Then, how is that any different from what I normally do in real life!?

Uuu~ I guess I’ve got no choice. It looks like the footage from the “Phantom Airship” will be broadcast online or on TV, so I should do my best to show myself doing some cool things.

Umm. So what’s the trial on this “Science Island”?

We’re in a meeting room so like a quiz? Something that uses your brain? It’s not really my forte, but I’ve come all the way here, so I’ve gotta do something…!

Izumi: “Hey, Ai-kun~? You totally skipped today’s practice session, right?”

“You’re one of the idols I acknowledged, so you should get your head on straight. Otherwise you’ll just embarrass me!”

Aira: W-What…?

Izumi: “Geez. You’re still not getting it even after all I’ve said?”

“It makes me anxious practising on my own. You’re one of the idols I’ve acknowledged, Ai-kun, so you have to be with me!”

Aira: W-Wait a minute, Harukawa-senpai! What kind of trial is this!?

Sena-senpai is being weirdly needy. I mean, this Sena-senpai seems like a fake…! Did you eat something bad!?

Sora: “Oh, it seems someone appeared before Sora could explain.”

“This island is a bonus stage! WIth the help of technology, this world can grant your wish~☆”

“Anyway, all the NPCs in this world love you, Ai-chan!”

“You can stay however long you like on this island, so please have a lovely time ♪”

Aira: Really!? Yay! This is such a ravely turn of events!

(I see. We weren’t really bathing in the spotlight because of our newbie status.)

(But maybe it’s because we took part in the “SS” main battle, so we’re getting more opportunities where others spoil us with attention…!)

(If I work as an idol, they’ll also respect me when I’m not acting as an idol… Two birds with one stone is truly what this situation is like ♪)

Izumi: “So? What’re you gonna do now? If you’re gonna make me feel better, then I don’t mind joining you on some practice sessions.”

Aira: Ehehe. That sure makes it hard to choose…♪

I know. I’ll put the practice session on hold for now, but how about we go shopping instead?

I’ve always wanted to know the cosmetic products or the clothing brands you use, Sena-senpai… And there’s a lotta stuff I wanna talk about ♪

Izumi: “Really? Anywhere’s a blast with you, Ai-kun!”

“WIth that said, let’s go outside. I’ll pick out something for you ♪”

“...And you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Sena-senpai’.”

“We’re besties so isn’t there a better name you can call me?”

Aira: O-Oh, right! Sena-senp– I mean, Izu-kun!

I’m so happy you acknowledge me, Izu-kun. Let’s be good friends forever ♪

Ehehe. I was really worried when we were hit by that tornado, but I can’t believe I got to wake up in this paradise…♪

Thanks, Harukawa-senpai! I’m gonna enjoy this bonus stage for a little while longer!

Sora: “HiHi~♪ Looks like you’re making good use of it right away, Ai-chan!”

“This ‘Phantom Airship’ is a video game where you can enjoy wonderful illusions. Sora hopes you can have a lot of fun on this ‘Science Island’ before you get sick of it~♪”

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