#gogo writes

[1000emotions]

heyyy, theres a gen fic called hedgehog’s dilemma in the rdr ao3 tag that was posted today (for registered users only) that maybe was written by me :) its mediocre hurt/comfort but i loved writing it! Its john centric but i dont think any of yall are surprised about that🫣

also sorry to people who dont have ao3 accounts! I wouldve made it public but i am paranoid

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

tid bit Tuesday brought to u by a scene that came to me in a prophetic vision (stuck in traffic with nothin' else to think about)

"Soda are you gonna wear that?" Darry sounds exasperated, which is to say he doesn't sound much different then he usually does.

Steve turns half around to get a look at Soda's outfit 'n gets distracted by Pony as he pops the oven open 'n breaks off a corner of the cake still bakin' with his bare hands.

Pony glances up 'n catches Steve raisin' an eyebrow. He opens his mouth to rat him out 'n Pony frantically waves a hand at him, silently offerin' his bite. Steve smirks 'n takes it, tossin' it into his mouth still pipin' hot. Pony glares at him.

"Aw, c'mon Dar. I thought you were supportive." Steve can hear the grin in Soda's words 'n Steve drifts out into the living room to see what the fuss is, figurin' Soda's managed to forget its the middle of winter 'n Tusla won't forgive a T-shirt.

He's half right.

Soda's got on a mod skirt, the kind that stop tastefully way up near mid thigh. Steve’s jaw falls open. Cartoonishly.

"Soda it's way too cold for that. You can't wear that when it's not even forty degrees out." Darry rolls his eyes 'n Soda pouts.

"Oh, I think you'll find he can." Soda tosses his hair back from his eyes 'n shoots Steve a wink 'n a grin. Steve puts both hands over his heart 'n swoons against the door frame. He's only half kiddin'.

"You're gonna freeze to death, lil buddy. C'mon, save the Steve killers for summer."

"He can wear my jacket!" Steve nearly trips over himself 'n Pony snickers from the kitchen. Steve flips him off, automatically. "Darry, Pony was sneakin' pieces of the cake."

"Fuckin' traitor!"

"Ponyboy Michael did I not tell you to leave that alone." Darry half turns into the kitchen to glare at his brother 'n Steve jumps on his opportunity.

"C'mon, Soda quick!" Steve grabs Soda by his shoulders 'n half manhandles, half-pulls him out the front door. "Bye Dar!"

"Glory Jesus at least take a jacket!" Steve wraps his coat firmly around Soda's shoulders 'n grabs a hoodie that may have been Darry's, may have been Two-Bit's from beside the door.

Soda's waitin' for him at the bottom of the stairs as Steve let's the screen slam closed. He giggles 'n Steve thinks he would do just about anythin' to hear that again. "My hero." He drops a kiss to Steve’s cheek 'n turns to clamber in the car.

Oh he'd do anythin'. No question.

[lilyofporcelain]

DWC - 20 Nov - Day 4 - Surrender / Tranquil

“You simply hold it flat... and whichever direction the arrow points, is the direction of north. You need only consider a simple acronym for remembering the cardinal directions. Never. Eat. Soggy. Waffles.”

Afternoon sunlight stretched through the canopy of tall, looming deciduous gold, red, and orange trees above her. Around her, the scent of peacebloom, a soft field of white petals. Beneath her, a pool of dark hair like twilight in soft, light waves. In her left hand, a compass. She’d used it when she was down south, remembering what Andaeros had told her when she admitted she had no idea how to use one. And she remembered as she traversed clearings and rocky cliff sides that she still wasn’t wholly certain she knew how they worked.

Was there a compass for life? If so, then she certainly could have used it. Maybe she wouldn’t have taken so many awkward turns. Thinking about it like that, however, made her feel as if she was trying to escape responsibility. And to be fair… she wasn’t lost. Questioning herself without doubt, but not lost.

“I mean, is it because nobody has ever believed in you before. … Is it because you don't believe in yourself like we believe in you.”

Laeynna looked thoughtful as she turned Junarra’s words over in her head. The goblin had no way of knowing it at the time, but the words were more accurate and striking than Laeynna wanted them to be. It was one more thing for her to confront. One more thing for her to contemplate. Combining it with everything else she was trying to hold in her hands, it felt like it was the last thing she could endure before breaking. And she certainly… had broken. In one way or another, at least.

But Andaeros had weathered it. She wasn’t accustomed to that. Perhaps because she hadn’t allowed anyone to ever do so before. She kept replaying their conversation in her head.

“Let me help you, in some small way. If not for your sake, then for mine. To feel put to use.”

She’d always kept him at a distance. Proverbial arm lifted to keep a certain space between them. Some things she could handle. Sharing his bed, she realised, had been somewhat easier than the other things. Sharing her heart. Letting him into hers. Exposing herself. Revealing her secrets. Facing his judgement. Those had been so much more difficult. Many of those hurdles she had managed to clear with time, patience, and circumstance. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t supposed to be.

Laeynna had never wanted it to be.

Eyeing the compass she clutched in her hand, she gently shut it, deciding that it was likely not going to help direct her. Lowering her hand, she held his compass atop her heart and stared through the leafy branches above her thoughtfully. It wasn’t just her in a relationship. She couldn’t keep the same approach. It wasn’t fair or right to Andaeros. It wasn’t how she wanted it to be either. Once, he had reminded her that their relationship was based on mutuality. Mutual sentiments. Mutual needs. Where she had argued the concept of relying on him, he’d corrected her.

Would… it have been such a terrible thing to depend on him? To let him help her? Scraping her teeth along her bottom lip, the furrow in her brow was deep. It wasn’t just for her. It was for him, as well. If she wanted to be useful to him, then it made sense that he would feel the same way. If she forever made it seem as though she would face everything herself, then she would only succeed at building a wall between them.

“...I love you, Laeynna…”

Love. There was that, too. It still played repetitiously in her head. The first time he’d said it on a golden, sunny morning, it had nearly petrified her with fear. At least, a part of her. There was the part that had been extremely overcome with emotion, which was, in her opinion, not very like her at all. Days had made it a little easier for her to digest and to accept. Thinking it had been one thing. Saying it had been another entirely. Claiming the words. Committing to them. Letting herself accept them. Acknowledging that he was the one offering them to her.

Laeynna still had complications with it. The kinds that had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her perception of self. He knew about some of it. How she viewed herself. And she had admitted to him relatively early on that she was always so much kinder to others than she was to herself. As to whether he knew how deep all of that went, however, she wasn’t certain. It was not a subject she really wanted to dive into, and convinced that he might eventually come to perceive her as an imposition, a burden, she’d struggled to say anything.

If she accepted his invitation, would it be too much? For him? For her? For them? Would she break everything? Was their love so fragile that she thought she could snap it so easily?

Shaking her head, Laeynna huffed out a breath. No. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Not when it took them as long as it did to get to where they were. For her, it wasn’t some trivial concept. Andaeros wasn’t… some passing fancy, and her feelings had never been trivial or meagre sorts when she actually started accepting she had them. If that was the course she had charted for herself, then it was the one she intended to travel. She would have to adjust how she thought about things. All things. Not just her deepened relationship with the disgraced spellbreaker, but also with herself.

Something had to give.

With a soft little sigh, Laeynna lifted the compass again, standard make. Durable. Steel alloy. Glass. As she carefully opened it, she flattened her palm, watching the arrow in red remain in the very same spot that it had been the last time she opened it. No. Maybe she still didn’t know how they worked, after all.

“...So,” she said aloud, mostly to herself, though in part to the compass in her hands. “Mister Ross’ compass, how do I tell him that I accept?”

— @daily-writing-challenge — Mentions: @andaerosdawnflare

[crescendof1]

mini-skirt and my gogo boots (i just want you to make a move) - crescendo_writes - Formula 1 RPF [Archive of Our Own]

This atmosphere makes George want to cling to Max, to not let go. He wants to know where they stand. It’d be nice if he could just hold Max without having to worry about the implications of it. He’s scared, Max is scared, they’d both be better off if they could hold each other’s hands. That’s half the appeal of these ‘haunted’ attractions anyway, they offer an excuse for people to touch and comfort one another— and George would really like it if he and Max could be those people.

OR: Alex drags the whole apartment to a haunted corn maze for some good old fashioned roommate bonding. Max and George get separated, get scared, and figure things out along the way

[itwoodbeprefect]

all gmmtv shows are actually set in a subtle alternate universe where everyone is continuously fascinated & delighted by their printers

[wolfboy88]

gogo boy theo for the wip thing!

“Well, well, well. What a surprise to see you in a place like this, little wolf,” Theo says, his voice dripping with amusement.

 

“Likewise,” Liam replies, voice hoarse with emotion. “I need to talk to you.”

 

“I’m a bit busy at the moment,” Theo retorts, rolling his hips as a patron slips money into his thong string and playfully slaps his ass. “I’m working.”

 

Liam clenches his jaw, desperation evident in his eyes as his wolf rumbles in chest. “Please?”

 

“Either pay up or move aside so I don’t lose my tips,” Theo demands.

[drkineildwicks]

BH6 Snippets--1/25/2025

Technically this was from last night but it was after midnight so it still counts.

In other news, still a fan of writing Obake and Gogo's friendship in the Live and Learn series (AKA that time-travelling Obake AU):

"Also I need to know when your birthday is so I can get you Heelys.” “Those are still around?” he asked, baffled. “I saw some in the mall.  Well?” “Is this a ploy to get the information back to Tadashi?  He’s been nosing around trying to figure it out.” “It’s me wanting to buy something with my first paycheck besides lower debt.” “Careful, you have to account for Uncle Sam’s share,” he teased.  Debated.  “It’s in the ghost month—that’s all you or Tadashi get.” “Isn’t a guy named Obake being born in the ghost month kind of on the nose?” “I’m a fan of dramatic irony.”  She chuffed a laugh at that.  “Also I’m reasonably sure that man is Toni Taka.” “Really?” she asked, leaning forward to watch the man he was tracking.  “How do you know?” “I had a phase when I was younger.” “Get out.” “Please understand this is not the first time I tried to be edgy.  Also understand that after that I decided my emo phase was less hazardous to my health.” “Nerd.  Hey you!” she hollered, getting the skateboarder’s attention.  “Do a flip!” The guy did so, angled closer so they weren’t hollering. “My friend here says you’re Toni Taka,” Gogo told him. “Thanks,” the guy said. “Is he right?” “Honestly I’m surprised anyone recognized me.”

Considering Toni Taka = Tony Hawk, there's a reason he's surprised at being recognized. X'D

Also:

“So was the guy really Toni Taka, or just some guy?” Hiro asked. “There’s always that question, isn’t there?” Obake asked him.

[sidsmoon]

assigning sid aus precures!¡ {part 02/?}

♡ count {vampire sid} :: cure scarlet // towa akagi {go! princess precure} ♡

◇ goat {imp sid} ~~ cure sunny // akane hino {smile precure!} ◇

♤ daemon {demon sid} ~~ cure rouge // rin natsuki {yes! precure 5 // go go!} ♤

□ bullet {soldier sid} ~~ cure sky // sora harewataru {hirogaru sky! precure} □

☆ bubbs {caregiver sid} ~~ cure butterfly // ageha hijiri {hirogaru sky! precure} ☆

[soobvape]

i need brownies so fucking bad rn

[la-g0g0]

More death stranding Au stuff!! (+timelapse)

[1000emotions]

I wrote a few paragraphs of john reflecting on dutch and im mostly happy with it, i want to post it but i think im gonna find a situation to write about, make a oneshot with it and post that because its only a few hundred words right now lol

[freedom-barricades-bighero16]

So I ended up writing a short story for Valentine's day. Hope you enjoy!

(Edit: changed the title a little because just "Honey" feels a bit odd)

[baileypie-writes]

Does anyone know where I can find/buy stuff from the new Precure x Sanrio collab?

I could only find resellers. But of course, the prices were outrageous.

[merryfortune]

Dream Girl

Written for Femslash February 2025

Day 4. Astral 

Series: Glitter Puffs

Title: Dream Girl

Ship: Nozomi/Urara

Fandom: Yes! Pretty Cure 5

Word Count: 2,524

Rating: T

Warning: None 

Tags: Fluff, Dreams and Nightmares, Supernatural Elements, Kissing, Love Confessions

   Nozomi put herself to be like usual.

   She got into her pajamas: a pair of shorts and button-up shirt, both pretty breezy for the late spring and early summer nights which could get quite warm. She brushed her teeth and swished her mouth out with water, too. She brushed her hair and put some curlers in. She told her parents that she loved them and would see them in the morning before finally turning off the lights in her room so she could crawl into bed.

   It was all pretty normal. She went to sleep, the darkness soothed her and then… She woke up.

   Not in the morning, no, nor her bedroom either. This was something else. This was a tiny little kingdom filled with tall coconut trees and the tiniest of residents. It was in the middle of a desert, huddled around a crystal blue oasis and there was a castle.

   Nozomi’s heart thudded in her chest. She realised something. This was the Palmiere Kingdom. A place she had never visited before but had seen pictures, heard stories. It was warm here: blazingly warm with azure skies overhead which lacked a single cloud. 

   She wandered around, feeling a giant amongst the settlement and found herself at the castle. Where else? It was one of the few places in the Kingdom, which she could see all of from east to west, that could accommodate her side. Even if she did have to get on her knees and wiggle through the front door. The guardian knights outside didn’t so much bat an eyelash.

   It was though they were expecting her - or that she wasn’t actually there.

   Upon entering the castle, Nozomi found Coco pretty fast and her oh. Her heart pounded.

   Of course. Coco had a family in the Palmiere Kingdom. A mother, a father, grandparents. His Grandfather was in bed and looked quite aged, grey fur and saggy whiskers. His wife, Coco’s Grandmother, held his little paw and Coco did his best to put up a smile.

   “I’ll go get a fresh wet towel. That might help with Grandfather’s fever.” Coco said but he sounded guilty for suggesting it.

   Regardless, his Mother encouraged the kindness. His Father just stared.

   Coco turned around and was shocked to see Nozomi in the room. Upon their eyes meeting, the room faded away. The smooth cobblestone walls, the decadent rugs of scarlet with their golden tassels. All of it.

   “What are you doing here?” Coco squeaked and then laughed awkwardly. “Actually, it makes sense you would be here. Your magic must be getting stronger.”

   “My magic?” Nozomi echoed.

   Coco began to walk forward and Nozomi walked with him into a white void. 

   “You are the Pretty Cure of Hopes and Dreams, your affinity is with light, it makes sense that your powers would develop in this space.” Coco said. “I’m proud of you, Nozomi, for being able to grow like this.”

   “I’m still confused, Coco.” Nozomi admitted. “What is this place? What does it have to do with my powers as Cure Dream?”

   “This is my dream. You are astral projecting right now, Nozomi. That means when you went to sleep tonight, you left your body and found mine, haha.” Coco replied.

   “Oh.” Nozomi swallowed thickly - and blushed just a little.

   “Ah, I worded that poorly but still, keep at it and you might be able to do it on purpose. Just think about it, your mastery is over light: dreams are the lights we see in the dark of sleep.” Coco furthered explained.

   Nozomi hummed and thought about Coco’s wisdom. She supposed it made sense. When she closed her eyes, she saw phosphenes on the back of her eyelids. During sleep, dreaming occurred dream the REM phase and REM stood for rapid eye movement. So those movements, they turnd those lights into images akin to how animation functioned. Thanks to Coco’s tutoring, she remembered more titbits from science like this. Though not certain, she felt like she came around to what Coco meant.

   “I see.” Nozomi mumbled.

   “Here you go, I think we’ve walked far enough so you can go back to your own dream now, Nozomi.” Coco told her upon making an abrupt stop. He looked up at her and smiled, “Good luck with learning your powers better. I hope the other girls are able to master their magic just like you.”

   “Thank you, Coco.” Nozomi replied.

   “Oh, and, um, before I go… Don’t worry if you saw anything in my dream,” Coco’s voice sounded assuring, “I was dreaming about something that happened a long time ago and feel better about. In fact, it was nice to see my Grandparents again, even if it had to be like that.”

   “I understand.” Nozomi replied.

   “Good night, Nozomi.” Coco bade her.

   “Good night, Coco.” Nozomi returned his sentiments and then.

   Poof. He disappeared. 

   The dream ended and Nozomi reefed herself from her bed. She looked around her room. Her stuffed animals, the posters on the wall, her messy dresser. She paid close attention to the details just to make sure this wasn’t another dream. It definitely wasn’t but there was a strange feeling in her chest. Perhaps from that little scene of grief that Coco’s dream had showed her. There was a lot she didn’t know about being a Pretty Cure.

   Astral projecting, dreamwalking… She had no idea that the magic of being a Pretty Cure could even be accessed outside of that alternative form of hers. She wondered what growing pains the other girls might start going through with their powers, what that would like for them. It made her curious and as their leader, the first Pretty Cure, Nozomi vowed to blaze the trail ahead so she could help better.

   So every now and again, Nozomi tried to see if she could trigger this power of hers on purpose. She couldn’t. Duh. She was Yumehara Nozomi, flunkee extraordinaire and generally an unlucky, clumsy person but every now and again, it did happen by accident.

   Nozomi got into all sorts of mischief, she would admit, being able to peek into the dreams of others. It wasn’t all fun and games, Coco’s dream having given her a baseline of what could be serious about a dream, but it could be. 

   Little kids had dreams which were tonnes of fun, mishmashes of anime and cartoons with candy coloured fairy tales. Adults had rather serious dreams, she discovered, realistic examinations of what they would do in emergency situations. Teenagers, like her, had dreams which were all over the place, in between the aforementioned age groups: sometimes childish, sometimes chilling. Occasionally Nozomi even saw something that made her blush. She believed those were called wet dreams. 

   None of it a true reflection of reality but the hope of seeing something out of the ordinary did make Nozomi’s nighttime routine a whole lot more interesting. She didn’t mind being a sightseer. Though, it did involve a lot of time management when she had school in the morning.

   It was funny. Coco had been the only dream she had entered that belonged to someone she knew. Until now.

   “Urara.” Nozomi breathed when she saw her dear companion.

   However… The atmosphere of Urara’s dream was off. Nozomi could feel it instinctively, though she was unable to fully articulate why because from her position looking in, this looked like Urara’s wildest dreams come true. 

   Her dream was taking place within a dramatic stage, made of the richest, darkest wood and adorned with heavy curtains of crimson velvet. The room was filled with faceless, shadowy people who clapped and cheered, their ordinance all calling for the name of Kasugano Urara. Over and over again and there she was.

   Up on the stage, dyed in dynamic lighting of amber and wearing clothes that reminded Nozomi of renaissance Europe. Her silhouette was akin to that of a cupcake, she was boarded up in stifling taffeta and large shifts of stiff silk. She wore silver and gold, her hair done up with a conical accessory of velour, topped with an opaque ribbon.

   “Wherefore art thou… Romeo?” Urara began.

   Nozomi got chills from that line alone. Urara’s pronunciation was immaculate. Her expression was beautifully tortured, a tear on her cheek which glimmered. Her hands were clasped together in prayer. 

   “Deny thy father and refuse thy name.” Urara continued.

   Shakespeare… Performing Shakespeare for such an enthusiastic crowd had to be the ultimate achievement of any thespian, Nozomi was certain. He was renowned for good reason and Urara’s performance thus far from the first two lines alone was sparkling.

   “Or if thou wilt be sworn my name, quoth the Raven-”

   Urara’s expression faltered. Now, Nozomi wasn’t a whiz of medieval English but she was fairly certain that was not how the monologue was meant to continue. The fact Urara looked so betrayed by her own lips, oh, it made Nozomi’s heart ache with worry.

   “The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun… the frumious Bandersnatch…”

   Those weren’t even words now, Nozomi was sure. Her stomach twisted and knotted. She drew in closer to the stage and then she felt it. A change in the crowd. They began to boo and jeer. 

   Urara fretted on stage as her credibility as an actor was torn to shreds. She looked through the crowds, not a caring face, not a kind word. She trembled and she fidgeted and she buckled beneath the weight of it all. Practice, schoolwork, scripts, and more. All the behind the scenes work and she couldn’t escape it.

   Not even in her dreams.

   Nozomi wouldn’t allow it. Her heart quaked in her chest. She knew that Urara was a brilliant actress. She was a reliable student and a polite employee. She wouldn’t allow the crowd to turn on Urara and torture her in this nightmare.

   The darkness that the audience wallowed in slowed Nozomi down as she tried to get up onto the stage. The flooring, once a crisp carpet, melted and turned gooey. The people, already faceless and unidentifiable, began to merge and turn amorphous. They grabbed at her, tried to draw her into their cruel blobs but Nozomi fought it off.

   She grabbed the edge of the stage. The wooden planks were hard and hot, warmed to a boiling point by those terrible stage lights. The amber colour had become a harsh, urine-coloured yellow. But Nozomi pulled herself up nonetheless with all her might.

   She leapt onto the stage and to Urara’s rescue. 

   “You were doing great, Urara, don’t listen to them,” Nozomi urged her, “this isn’t real, this is just a nightmare.”

   She knelt at Urara’s feet. She had all but curled up into a ball, hands over her head. Her once majestic dress that had trapped her, now ribboned and dirty. With tremors in her fingers, Nozomi reached out and coaxed Urara to look up.

   Trembling, terrified, Urara slowly looked up and her eyes watered when she saw Nozomi. Nozomi smiled weakly and held her hand gently, peeling it away from the side of Urara’s face which was puffy and smeared with dried tears.

   “I’m here now.” Nozomi told her.

   “Nozomi…” Urara’s voice was high and warbling. “My hero!”

   Urara flung herself at Nozomi. Her arms flapped out wide and then inwards in an enormous hug. She buried herself against Nozomi’s breast, clad in her pyjamas, and held onto her tightly.

   “Thank you, Nozomi, thank you.” Urara’s voice was high and pithy and grateful. 

   “Your welcome-”

   Nozomi attempted to reply to Urara but Urara was quicker with a kiss of all things.

   Her hands rose and caressed the side of Nozomi’s face, she zoomed in and kissed her. Urara’s hands were delicate but her lips were anything but. Her passion was intense, and open-mouthed. Nozomi stiffened, her eyes widened as this happened.

   Her first kiss.

   Did it even count as a first kiss? She was really, truly here but to Urara, she was a figment of her imagination. 

   Yet as a first kiss, despite these surreal circumstances, it was not a bad kiss. Quite the opposite in fact. Urara overflowed with her affections, her lips were all but electric. She was sweet and supple and when Nozomi calmed down despite the surprise, she was able to kiss back. 

   Nozomi kissed Urara back with reverence, chastity. She did her best to enjoy it, the dream shifted around them. The stage lights softened to a mellow buttercup. The auditorium was emptied of those people and their cruel jeering. The orchestra began to pluck upon silver notes that were jovial and merry. Urara sighed when she ended the kiss and gazed adoringly into Nozomi’s eyes.

   “Nozomi…” Urara professed in a low voice, drawing back. “I love you. Thank you for saving me from my bad dreams… hehe, you really are my dream girl. I - I could never confess such things in real life.”

   Nozomi’s heart could have leapt out of her chest. She decided that it would be best to play along. To keep pretending she was just a manifestation of this crush that Urara on her, appearing in her dreams to safeguard her. It was sweet, honestly, even if it left Nozomi awestruck.

   She stared, all but unable to breathe as she processed this kiss - and her feelings regarding it. Nozomi licked her lips and felt a trill when she got a scant taste of the remnants of her and Urara’s kiss. That seemed to be confirm her now budding feelings…

   “I-I’ll see you tomorrow at school, Urara,” Nozomi replied, through wracked nerves, “but, um, just know… you are my dream girl, too.”

   “Thank you, Nozomi.” Urara replied with a smile that could out shine the stars. It was so dazzling.

   The dream began to fade and Nozomi found her escape. She felt bad, leaving Urara behind on the stage but when she turned her back, she was able to see Urara rise to her full height, short as it may be, and resume her monologue.

   “And I’ll no longer be a Capulet…”

   That made Nozomi happy as she disappeared, making her way home and to her body again. She woke up not too long after - and before her morning alarm even. Nozomi blushed as she recalled the events of last night’s dream. Her lips still felt kissed as though it had been real, in the flesh.

   She was all but in fantasy herself as she got ready for school. She resolved to pretend that it had never happened! It would be better that way. To kiss and exchange such confessions, it was too much, embarrassing, and yet enough to make Nozomi swoon.

   But Urara was the first person she saw in the daytime, in her school uniform. She looked as giddy as she normally did, bounding up to say hello. The rest of the school looked dreary and dull for a Monday morning, all stone walls and sleepy students, and yet Urara was an energetic beam of sunshine outside those curly, steel gates.

   “Nozomi, Nozomi, you’ll never guess,” Urara teased her, bouncing on her heel, “but last time… you were in my dreams!”

[syrusinthedust]

I am on Precure AO3 and I need a fic in which Nozomi gets an ADHD Diagnosis.

[itwoodbeprefect]

how to do a straight romance: ex 90s idol single mom with a teenage daughter and giant money problems who inherits a male host club because she once blackmailed a gay man to write her into his will + the cool young loan shark whose family she owes money to and who keeps showing up in vaguely threatening ways trying and failing to collect on that debt until we learn he cares too much about his hair and doesn't have much experience with women and is immediately smitten when she is slightly mean to him, and then becomes the first man in fifteen years to genuinely ask her how she is