#i took a screen shot too ahaha

[sweetmoonbeam17]

sorry all this talk of tumblr shutting down reminds me i was literally there when they pulled the plug on the school of dragons game and i didn't even post anything here about it

[cosmica-galaxy]

wait, thinking about that ask that talked about the live action grunts thing, gotta remember Player(In salty's au that is) is a streamer, imagine one of the boys accidentally passes by in the background of their stream and people start asking about it, chat asking whoever was that that walked by to come to the camera. and if one of them- say Deimos ends up showing his face- unaware Player was streaming- and people start freaking out about it because "WTF WHATS DEIMOS'S ACTOR DOING IN YOUR HOUSE PLAYER??" or worse, if a fan meets Player in the streets while accompanied by the boys- they'll freak out about it like OH SHIT ITS THE ACTORS. what do they do then?? just be like "oh no its just my roommates that look a lot like them haha and they're cosplaying ahaha" HJGFEWA WAIT FUCK IF SOME RANDOM THAT JUST RECOGNIZES THEM AS THE CHARACTERS- sorry my brain is going at 100 speed - Plague Anon [|87

Being a streamer has many perks.

You get to play games for a living, get paid by strangers, run events for charity, and never have to leave your home to socialize or deal with people in public. But there are some unexpected drawbacks from being a streamer. Getting doxxed, being messaged by needy creeps, and getting rather...unflattering fanart was part of the gig.

However, there was also just the reality that your camera captured more than just you sometimes. One day while you were streaming, you had forgotten to lock the door to your room as you usually do. A practice that became normal after you started getting regular visits from your beloved Nevadeans.

Today, Deimos just decided to randomly come into your room while you were live. You, being focused on the game you were playing, didn't take notice of the door to your streaming room opening and revealing the humanoid Deimos to the chat.

It took a text-to-speech bit alert to let you know that someone was in your room. Upon turning around and seeing Deimos, you nearly choked on your spit in shock.

The mercenary wasted no time hurrying over and getting into your business. Giving the cam a great shot of him looking at your screen and set up.

The chat starts going wild as you internally freak out.

"Hey, what's up with this gig? Is this how you've been seeing us--"

"SHH!! D, why are you here?!"

You hurriedly whisper as you try to push the merc back away from your cam with little success. The moment he spoke, the chat was flooded with surprise and heart emojis.

"OH! This is that 'Chat' you keep mentioning! What's up, chat!!" Deimos would happily respond to a flood of pog emojis and hearts. "Look, they all know my name! Isn't that cute?"

"DEI." You say sternly, finally getting the impulsive merc to look at you.

Completely unaware that Sanford had also entered the room and was currently standing over your left shoulder, in contrast to Deimos standing on your right. The chat took notice of him quickly and also started freaking out about Sanford.

One comment about Sanford and you turn around to look at the new arrival with wide eyes.

"Sanford! Look! This is Player's "chat" and they LOVE me!" Deimos gloats as Sanford looks at the screen as the Player hunches down and nervously flicks their gaze from the two men in the room to the computer and back again.

The chat goes nuts again with pogs and heart emojis with many of the chatters screaming in all caps for Sanford to flex. Sanford can't help the smile that creeps on his face as he watches, what appears to be numerous fans, BEG him to flex his muscles.

To which, Sanford obliges and it causes the chat to go full rabid.

"Hey! I can flex too!!" Deimos chimes in as he also starts flexing, fueling the thirst of the chat by a major amount.

Poor Player can only cover their face in the corner of the camera in exasperation as the two grunts-turned-human flex and show off in their cam to excite their audience. Each one soaking up the compliments thrown at them like sponges.

"OKAY, OKAY! TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!" You loudly shout before pressing a series of buttons, muting your mic, throwing up the 'technical difficulties: please hold' intermission, and closing the cover on your camera.

Then you turn to the two mercenaries in the room.

"What are you two doing?!? How am I going to explain this to the chat?? There's now going to be so many rumors that I live or know the live action cast for Madness Combat! When you aren't even the same people! This is WHY I tell you again and again to stay out of the streaming room when I'm live!"

You scold the two like children as you flick your gaze to the screen, seeing how upset chat had gotten after you booted them to the issue intermission.

"Oh...we're sorry, Player. I probably should've grabbed Deimos and pulled him out of the room when I had the chance." Sanford regretfully states, looking down in an ashamed manner.

"I'm not sorry. Did you SEE how my voice could make so many people melt? I got so many heart emojis! They love me~"

Deimos is then promptly whacked on the head by his taller partner as the two get into a slight argument.

You can only sigh and shake your head and pinch your nose.

How were you going to explain this one...?

Housing interdimensional beings was much harder than you originally thought...

[dcviated]

@remunporium sent: " Good morning, sleepyhead. " The gentle stroke of Noelle's hand on the side of Raguna's face would help to lull him awake. Had he napped? Probably! Noelle was already wide awake, and seemed to be smiling quite a lot at her phone. " Sirin was showing me something earlier on my camera app. I thought I'd give it a try. Look what I did~. " She turns her phone over to his sleepy features to show him that she's been taking some photos of him while he was asleep and applying various filters. One draws little cat features on him! The other one makes him an old codger. Various other photos were taken which apply varying, comical effects. " Amazing what tech can do nowadays, huh? I think there's one here that turns you into a clown or a cartoon character. Do you want to see it in action? "

"Wh... whasgoin on?" Sleepyhead might just be a nickname that sticks to Raguna. Not that they have any trouble in the first place given his nature. He's going through this workaholic phase that's yet to be diagnosed. Don't worry though, he's got this. "Camera... huh?" Sitting up from the couch, it's so natural for him to come to something more comfortable sitting next to Noelle. The two just kind of... fit when they're sitting together.

It's nice enough that he doesn't mind waking up from the dream he was having. This was better, or at least he thought it was. But as eyes come into focus he's seeing everything that Noelle is talking about.

"Uh... hey! What the-?! You took all these pictures of me... and it made me- uh- and this one-" Blink blink. Surprise surprise. There's a lot to take in here between all the animal things and... the old one. That was not very kind to his features. "They... do say that being in the sun a lot can give you wrinkles, don't they? Ahaha... ha..." Seriously, ouch?! Talk about no holds barred...

Yeah, you bet he wants to try this out.

"Yeah! Let me see it. I think it's my turn after you got all those free shots in..." He's learned how to use these phones too, even if he prefers his old flip phone to the expensive touch screen deals like what all the kids and other workers around him use. It helps (so much) that Noelle already had the app open! So he's able to snap a photo and start... oh, this really is easy.

"Pfft-- ahahaha! Wow, I never imagined phones could do this." Why yes, he did apply the clown filter to Noelle! And is quite amused at the result. Maybe it's kind of cute? Hm. "Now lets do... oh, what does this filter do-"

Struggle as you like, Noelle, but now that Raguna is up and entertained he'll make efforts to keep away and keep this game going~

[the-himawari]

A3! Miyoshi Kazunari - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Party (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on bog; default name set as Izumi

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Kazunari: Thanks for coming today, guys! Let’s make it a good one~!

Misumi: Yeah! Hehe, I’m happy we get to celebrate together at Kazu’s event!

Tsuzuru: I feel at ease since Fushimi-san’s here.

Omi: Haha, really? I’m happy I was invited too. Thanks, Kazunari.

Kazunari: Omimi’s my birthday bromide project pal. And I’m sure it’ll be lit if Sumi comes on stage with us! As for Tsuzurun, he filmed the perfect VLOG for me~.

Tsuzuru: Please don’t raise the bar so high.

*door opens*

Izumi: Are all of you ready?

Kazunari: Yep, we’re raring to go.

Izumi: Remember, you’re going to have your picture taken at the end of your event as well, Kazunari-kun.

Kazunari: Gotcha! Take a super cute one of me, alright?

-pause-

Kazunari: Thanks for coming, everybody~! It’s Kazunari Miyoshi in the house ♪

Guest A: Kyaaah! Kazunari-kuuun!

Guest B: Kazunari-kun, happy birthday!

Guest C: Kazunari Miyoshi~! Happy birthday!

Kazunari: Thankies~! I’m super happy to receive your congrats! Alrighty, I’mma introduce my 3 guests who came to get this event hyped up together today. Tsuzurun, Sumi, Omimi!

Tsuzuru: I’m Spring troupe’s Minagi Tsuzuru. Happy birthday, Miyoshi-san.

Misumi: I’m Ikaruga Misumi! Kazu, happy birthday!

Omi: Autumn troupe’s Fushimi Omi. Happy birthday, Kazunari.

Kazunari: We’ll be delivering today’s birthday event with these members! That being said, let’s start this gig off with the VLOG screening party corner! I shot a VLOG to the theme of “a sight I want to show my fans”. Tsuzurun did a totes amazing job at filming it for me!

Tsuzuru: Uh… I tried to do the best I could.

Kazunari: Don’t be so nervous, dude~.

Misumi: It’ll be fine, Tsuzuru.

Omi: That’s right. No need to worry.

Tsuzuru: O-okay.

Guest A: Tsuzuru-kun’s a cutie~.

Guest B: Don’t worry~!

Kazunari: Ahaha, it doesn’t look like Tsuzurun’s nerves are gonna dissipate at this rate. Let’s start the VLOG screening right away!

Omi: Is this… an art museum? Heh, there’s lots of paintings that would be fun to look at.

Misumi: Wahh~, I wanna go there too!

Guest C: It’s so pretty…!

Guest D: Searching for the hidden puppy sounds like so much fun!

-pause-

Kazunari: “Ah! In the center of this work… C’mere, have a close look.”

Tsuzuru: “Hm…?”

Kazunari: “There’s someone who looks like Tsuzurun standing there!”

Tsuzuru: “Uh, no there isn’t!”

Kazunari: “Ehh! You should’ve played along a little longer~.”

-pause-

Guest A: Ahahaha!

Guest B: I was fooled for a second too!

Tsuzuru: I thought there actually was something there, so I took a shot of it!

Kazunari: Ahaha. Relax bro, it was just a prank.

-pause-

Kazunari: “Well, we went around. That felt quick~. Did y’all have fun?”

-pause-

Guest C: It was lots of fun!

Guest D: It felt like we were going around the museum together. I’m really happy!

Kazunari: Good to hear!

-pause-

Kazunari: “You see, this is the museum that sparked my interest in art.” “I wanted to show all of you the place that became my starting point!” “The reason I’m so obsessed with art right now is because I encountered it by chance here.”

Tsuzuru: “So that’s what happened…”

Kazunari: “Speaking of chance, there’s one more thing…” “The reason I’m able to be a part of the Company now is all because Tsuzurun reached out to me.” “If I never met Tsuzurun, then I might never have joined MANKAI.” “My meeting with art, and my meeting with Tsuzrun both came about by chance. But it’s those coincidences that overlapped that lead me here today.” “With those feelings I decided to ask Tsuzurun to film for me this time.”

Tsuzuru: “I see… it’s a bit embarrassing, but I’m glad that’s how you felt.”

-pause-

Tsuzuru: It feels embarrassing being swept along that far…

Omi: Not at all. That was a wonderful conversation.

Misumi: It was a coincidence, but it was a wonderful encounter~.

Kazunari: What Sumi said! It was lovely meeting all of you who came here today too~!

Guest A: Kazunari-kun…!

Guest B: Yeah, this is a wonderful encounter as well…!

Guest C: I’m so happy. Thanks, Kazunari-kun!

-pause-

Kazunari: Everyone~. It’s a bummer, but it looks like it’s about time for the event to wrap up…

Guest A: Ehh!

Guest B: That was way too fast!

Kazunari: I feel you~. Should we keep this going for 3 more hours?

Guest C: Kyaaah! Let’s do it!

Guest D: I’m down~!

Misumi: I wanna do that too!

Tsuzuru: Sorry to burst your bubble, but there’s no way we can do that…!

Omi: Haha, let’s look forward to the day we can see each other again.

Misumi: Right~, it’s too bad…

Kazunari: But hey, that makes you look even more forward to the day we meet again, right!

Misumi: Ah! You gotta take your photo, Kazu!

Kazunari: Oh snap! Alright… do your thing, Tsuzurun!

Tsuzuru: Me? I mean, are you ok with someone who’s not a pro?

Kazunari: I just feel like it’s gotta be you this time!

Omi: I think so too.

Tsuzuru: Okay… I understand. I’ll try my best to get a nice shot.

Kazunari: Thanks! I’m sure it’ll turn out cool.

Tsuzuru: Alright, I’m taking it~. Say cheese!

Kazunari: Bang!

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[jomamaofficial]

You should have said something pt.11 (Bakugou x fem!Reader)

A/N: Ahaha… I hope you all have been doing well because I’m here to crush your souls :) . Requests are open as always and after this Bakugou fanfic ends, I will be taking a break from writing a continuous fanficition and focus on requests and one shots from you guys. Edit: Finale TW: Mentions of Domestic Abuse Masterlist Tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @speedmetalqueen @silentw-lkr @loki-an-idiot @clickbait-official @captainchrisstan @kamalymaly @idk-sam @runrabbitrun3 @power-house-fan12

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You stared past the LED screen for a time that seemed like hours. You were alone, in the comfort of your own company, quietly stowed away in the corner of the living room, your duvet shielding you from the cold. Your teeth still chattered, shivers tickling your spine.

He was gone. Away at Kirishima-san’s. So why did you still feel like you were being watched?

Despite trekking the entire house, scanning every nook and cranny it still felt like he was there, right behind you, looking down your shoulders, looking at the contact name you had in front of you. His house still had his presence even when he was gone. The lingering scent of his cologne was enough for you to look behind at every step you took, it didn't matter how little it was. It was stupid, thinking that you were still fucking watched when you knew he wasn’t fucking there.

Why would he ever be around you? What was so special about you that he’d even spare a glance at you?

Exasperated, you allowed your head to rest on the back of the sofa. A yawn escaped your mouth as your shoulders relaxed, releasing tension that you didn’t know was there to begin with.

It felt good, being able to let loose like this once in a while. He wasn’t there and you were all alone. Surely letting your guard down now wouldn’t be too harmful… Surely calling Izu-kun wouldn’t be too harmful either.

He’s just a friend… and I’m calling him to check up on him… that’s all.

Your fingers ghosted over the call button, your throat getting dry.

Click.

Your hands immediately redacted from your phone, your fingers fumbling in attempts to silence it.

“He-hello? Y/N-san, you called.”

Fuck.

“Izu-san… hi…”

Your back hunched over your weak form, the phone close to your face. You felt watched again, your heart beating rapidly.

“Y/N-san, I didn’t know you would call haha…” you could sense his voice trailing off. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pleasant surprise!”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out. Your throat closed in on itself as your thoughts pushed against each other, each one trying to scream, trying to yell.

His low breathing stopped.

“Y/N… did you want to tell me something?”

A gasp left your mouth but your body shut it up again. Your lips pressed against each other, straining themselves against your suppressed words. If you opened your mouth he would know. He would know everything.

“Y/N-san… please. I’m here…” he coaxed, his words adding on to the crushing guilt you crumbled underneath.

“I’m here to listen so please… I know something’s bothering you...”

Izu pleaded across the line, trying to get something, anything. He couldn’t tolerate the silence anymore when he knew you didn’t want to be silent. He knew there was something behind that silence. Someone.

Moments passed, his phone still pressed up against his ear when he heard you.

Your heart wrenched as your cries slowly leaked through the phone. You tried to let out a laugh, trying to break the silence by brushing it all off but you should have known your voice would have betrayed you.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” You bit your lip in attempts to calm down, your mind trying to trick itself into thinking the hand you wrapped around your stomach was someone else’s.

“He cheats on me… he comes home and yells at me.” Your nose dripped past your mouth, mixing in with your tears. “I blame it on the alcohol. But he does it so much”, your voice cracked, your head pulsed as every image and every feeling rushed back into your system. Your body ached more, your pressed up leg shaking in pain from two nights before.

“He hits me so much it seems like that’s all I’m here for.”

And there you said it. That one thing Izu knew that happened but he wished never happened. Sweat dripped down his cold body as it dawned upon him: his best friend, Kacchan, the man he looked up to the most growing up as a kid silenced you behind closed doors whilst he…

Izu’s stomach dropped but he knew all he needed to know.

“Let me help you, please.”

His eyebrows furrowed in between his forehead as he inched closer to his phone, listening intently.

“Y/N… are you there?”

[the-character-lounge]

Osiris Returns

Spinel watched Randy having this obvious inner monologue. quirking a brow a moment. Once the door was opened, he let himself in with Randy and waved to the pony who was there.

The pony was kind of scrawny, light green with different gold tones in his mane and larger than pony ears indicating he probably wasn't wholly a pony. His fur seemed just slightly fluffier too, like he had a winter coat growing in. He was wearing a uniform and had a whistle around his neck, and just a moment fixated curiously on Randy before looking up at Spinel. "Ah, mm... Guess you need more footage then, huh?"

Spinel nodded, "Randy here is suspecting that whale of a mare is actually a rat."

“O- Oh I- a- actually, I- I don’t think she’s necessarily a rat,” Randy stammered, looking at Spinel before looking back at the pony by the console to the security archive. “W- We need to see th- the actual footage, n- not just the screen shots y- you printed out.” He slowly approached the pony, studying him quietly. Randy smiled and gestured towards the whistle with his hoof. “Th- that’s a nice whistle.”

Spinel frowned and rolled his eyes. He still had no clue what was going on and Randy was shit at explaining it, at least in a way he'd understand. But he was quiet and let the two ponies who knew what they were doing do their thing.

The younger pony nodded and smiled awkwardly at the compliment. "O-oh thanks, it's kind of a good luck charm I guess." He got up and went to a shelf to go through some tapes, making his cutie mark visible which was really just a simple whistle with exclamation marks coming out of it. "Really, ah, whatever Mr. Spinel needs for this. I can look in to all sorts of stuff, I... I'm good at that!"

Randy smiled, and made his way over to a nearby monitor. “I- I’m sure you are, wh- which is why I’ll need your help. O- once you find the tape for th- the day of the incident, c- could you come here and show me how t- to work this secondary console?” He knew all of this didn’t make any sense to Spinel, and he felt kind of bad for not explaining anything. But time was of the essence here, and he had to focus. He took a seat next to the main console, waiting for the younger stallion to finish.

 "Sure! It's not super hard, probably why this is the only job I can get ahaha..." he paused, then cleared his throat, sitting down and putting the tape in and empty slot and turning on the screen. His hooves moved around as he explained, "This is pause, rewind and fastforward are here. Just tell me if there's anything you want to print, I can do that." He nodded and put the whistle in his mouth but didn't blow in it.

Spinel approached the screens curiously, looking everything over. Earlier he was asked to print what sort of things he was supposed to look out for, and what the other lady's lawyers asked for which was irritating as hell. Now that there was something else to find, he really wanted to spot it and figure out what asshole was setting him up.

Randy nodded and smiled at the pony. “Could you scrub through cameras one through four, and I’ll take cameras five through nine er…” his voice trailed off and chuckled. “S- Sorry, I di-didn’t get your name.”

 "Whistle Blower, sir. And you must be Randy, Spinel's mentioned you a few times." He went to the controls and watched the screens. "So what am I looking for? Last time it was the slip and the wet floor sign."

Spinel paused, ears flattening as a sudden look of irritation came on his features. "... Why the fuck was the floor even wet to begin with?"

“N- not wet, waxed,” Randy replied, scrubbing through his own footage. “As t- to why, I- I’m not sure.” Randy looked over his shoulder at Spinel. “D- Do you personally see to things like that? Fl- Floor waxings and th- the like?” He returned to scrubbing, but continued listening to Spinel, his eyes searching for something incriminating.

"R-right. Waxed. Mmthat makes more sense, yeah..." Whistle blushed awkwardly, feeling silly he got that wrong. He just watched the cameras, mostly and was honestly confused about the situation. He sighed, fastforwarding and trying to find the trip incident so he could go back from there.

Spinel blinked, then narrowed his eyes in thought. "Unless something scuffed up the floor really bad that day, there's no reason for them to be waxing during business hours. That's... only for the night shift to deal with." Slowly, the situation was finally clcking as fishy in his head.

Randy nodded and scrubbed the footage back a couple hours before the incident. “Exactly. Th- that was something I was curious about when we arrived here. Why polish floors that were al- already pristine? Something m- must’ve happened to change that…” he let the footage play as he searched for the culprit. “Th- there!” he exclaimed, pointing out a customer whose shopping bag tore open from the bottom, their purchases crashing and shattering on the floor below. “I- It’s hard to make out any noticeable features with the coat and hat. C- Can you zoom in with this console?”

"Yeah, hold on." Whistle moved over to push a few buttons to focus on that screen, then nudged a knob up. Whistle and Spinel were both looking over this pony to see if they could recognize anything, Spinel particularly annoyed that his merchandise was apparently broken twice in the same day and the same area. Stupid assholes. But he didn't recognize the pony either.

It wasn't until Whistle made a startled noise and scrambled away from the screen and pointed, unable to get words out and instead quickly blowing his whistle as loud as he could.

"OW what the fuck?!!" Spinel winced and covered his ears angrilly, glaring daggers at Whistle but opting to look back at the screen to see what he was freaking out over. His expression dropped and he too found himself speechless. There was a pin of a scarab beetle on the pony's hat.

Randy nearly fell out of his chair, his hooves covering his ears tightly. “S- SWEET CELESTIA!!” He leaned over and tugged the whistle free from the ponies lips to try and save what was left of their ear drums. “Wh- what the hell got into you whistle!?” The Ram’s brow arched angrily. His expression slowly dissolved, and he studied both the ponies faces. “Wh-.. what’s the matter?” he asked the two of them, turning to look at the monitor to see if he understood what it was they were so upset about.

Whistle's lip quivered when the whistle was removed but he was able to focus after. "Th-That's a scarab. On the hat. I-it can't be though, can it?"

Spinel clenched his teeth. "Let's... just say... This just got a whole lot messier, Randy." Spinel paced a moment before continuing, "Two years ago a small crime ring called Osiris was shut down. They weren't allowed to cover too many details in the news, though. Terrible stuff." He paused, then bit his lip. ".... I'm the main reason they were caught."

 “O- Oh yes, I heard about that. Just awful…. those poor colts and fillies,” he shook his head at the very thought. Randy ear’s perked up, and he looked at Spinel with a very involved interest. “… Y- You?” he asked simply, staring at him in disbelief. He thought Spinel only looked after himself.. but to help free those poor abused kids… there was maybe the smallest flutter in Randy’s heart before he continued his train of thought. “Y- You broke up Osiris!?”

[stargirlwnchstr]

I have a visual to share with y'all. Say welcome to my long ass 'The Foxes + tiktok' headcanon

@ nickythefox_es (part 1???)

Basically Nicky gets tiktok but all of the foxes show up eventually and just use his profile.

• Most of the videos are with nicky and allison, also matt and dan and occasionally neil.

• Allison and nicky learn so many dances.

• Their duet of make his pockets hurt with Mariah and Zane from the vlog squad is the first one to go v i r a l.

• Yeah most of their followers know them but some and a lot of the comments are non exy fans that just watch them because they're cool

• So many of the "what is exy" "stickball game??" "dont even bother explaining to me what is the sport they play I dont care I'm just here for neil." And related comments get a liked from creator (andrew told nicky to like them)

•The "Oh my god she's coming." "I'm so afraid of her." Audio are the twinyards and nicky shows up, he had to bribe them to be a part of that one.

• They post another version but it's Kevin that enters and Allison and Nicky talking

• So many comments thirsting over them and calling matt and dan parents

• "the real bisexual struggle is simping for matt and dan in the same tiktok." -> liked from creator nickythefox_es commented/replied: ASDGFKSSDWADKWB

• Someone makes a 'put a finger down: Neil Josten edition' and nicky drags him to do it. They both smile as they listen to the prompts and Neil obviously puts all his fingers down but they're like "put a finger down if you clapbacked/if you bad mouthed someone (bonus points if it was on national tv)" "put a finger down if you're under 6 feet" "put a finger down if you love exy" and the last one just says "put a finger down if andrew minyard." Neil does and smiles at someone off camera. Needless to say it goes viral as well. A few weeks after nicky gets verified.

• Allison becomes friends with thenavarose and wisdom sorry I dont make the rules (they're fashion tiktokers)

• They make a series of rating each of the foxes throughout the day, including one of Wymack.

• They do receive bad comments, from bitter ravens fans or just recalling their pasts and nicky sits down and makes a video telling everyone about how they do this videos for fun they dont need hate and negative comments on their videos and all that

• Then another one posted minutes after, neil comes in and nicky says "okay neil you have one minute. Rant off." And neil goes on this rant like how they already hit Rock bottom a single comment is not gonna hurt them and "do you get how insignificant and meaningless your lives must be? You took the time to write and post a comment that you thought was gonna cause an impact and failed. Also thanks for the comments though it helps nicky stay on the algorithm." NICKY SCREECHES AND THE VIDEO ENDS WITH THEM SMILING

• Allison vlogs neil and her going shopping or thrifting also cutting Neil's hair

• *neil walks into the room wearing his orange bandana* *camera moves and zooms on Andrew's face* he doesnt lip sync but the song sings "oh noo I think I'm catching feelings" andrew tells him to delete it "but it already has thousands of likes andrew"

• They post some of their work out routines per request

• One of them is the fast and "I'm spinning like a ballerina" chill of neil just running on the treadmill and doing sprints and squats and leg stuff while it cuts to allison doing a bit of everything but looking like a queen on a matching set.

• A fun one that goes viral for "vine energy" is: it's very quiet on the court and Kevin, very in the zone, throws the ball to the goal, which Andre's catches easily and almost without moving. The camera goes back to kevin as he screeches and let's himself fall on the ground. Neil is standing beside him shaking his head and looking at the goal with a smile on his face.

• They try to teach neil the dances but while filming one of them he just leaves. They post it either way.

• They're in the bus, nicky is on selfie mode and says "it is game day my dudes" he turns and shows the whole bus S C R E A M S, in the corner Wymack is covering his face.

• The iconic "they say drunk thoughts are sober words" or something like that and it cuts to a series of videos of the foxes drunk af. Example: Nicky grabbing Allison's face and saying 'Remember. Bread. Head. Leave.' And allison nodding.

• Nicky films kevin standing up and put the "do you ever wonder what is going on inside their head?" And it cuts to pictures of racquets and exy and Jeremy Knox and one that says history stuff.

• Another one that goes viral is kevin very seriously and p e r f o r m i n g, rapping Jefferson's side of the cabinet battle #1 from Hamilton then towards the end andrew stands up in front of him and with his iconic bored expression he starts rapping Hamilton's part. Behind the camera there's a soft "...oh my gOD" and kevin is shocked eyes widen open and then the camera zooms on Neil who's mouth is open in shock but GRINNING and ~impressed~

• Dan and matt do The challenge, you know the one that like has to flip them over and all that and they ace it, nicky points the camera to where andrew and neil are stating and Andrew says no.

• A few minutes later another video of the challenge is posted only this time is matt and neil.

• Nicky and allison are in full gear filming a dance video (maybe savage or captain hook) on the court and someone films them filming that and then Wymack looking at them SO disappointed cut to Wymack with nicky's phone, having confiscated it and nicky besides him "coach, it's cardio!"

• Hours spent trying trick shots

• Foxes: "get back! Move!" Ravens: "Let me in! I be the I g g y!" Trojans: "Oh my God do no let her in" Foxes: "I am trying!"

• Nicky lying down: "okay but someone needs to tell me how old is the shirtless pottery guy. I can't be part of another controversy. It's for science c'mon. *debby Ryan's*"

• Someone comments "he's eighteen. Simp away, nicky." And he makes a video with his feet swinging and smiling. Aaron gets on the frame and says "we are deeply in need of some bowls." The caption: hi @ papapots

• They are verified so obviously he gains a couple of thousands followers and he duets smiling and with a package in his arms. Text: thanks for the support (and hi new followers from sport side of tiktok hope you enjoy my pots) caption: hi @ nickthefox_es I got you aaron.

• After the package comes they duet it with nicky screaming and showing off the goods and then he moves stop show andrew eating ice cream out of one of them. Caption: AJSNEPWLDKSS THANK YOU DAX

• Allison and nicky do the "I love you!" "No you dont topper! You love the idea of me. You love being seen with me but you dont love me." But nicky is Sarah and allison is topper. Next day the obx ig page reposted it "we stan the psu foxes pogues for life." And chase stokes posts it on Twitter saying "yoo the palmetto foxes watch??? my show???" Nicky takes a screenshot and on green screen he says "hi chase!! We do! The whole team binged it. Currently we've been debating who of us is going to dress up as pogues for Halloween." A lot of voices start arguing and as nicky is gonna enter the debate the video cuts.

• Allison does the facetime *deep male voice says hey* prank on them. Neil doesnt react. Nicky doesnt look up from his phone but does the finger thing and says "get that d, allison!" Dan and renee look at each other and then at allison and she bursts out laughing.

• aaron studying to be a doctor: *two plus two is four etc sound* andrew (eating pretzels from the bag while watching a game show lying down in a bean bag) and his eiditic memory [basically not needing to study]: *three is a magic number sound*

• Nicky runs through the court and enters the lounge beside the photo wall there's a poster he shows the camera as the sounds says it "alive ahaha fuck"

• Somehow they convince all of them to show up and do the wipe it down trend that ends up with wymack throwing the towel at the mirror.

• Comment: so how many members of the team listen to girl in red or sweater weather? Nicky stands there with the color filter: 👁👄👁👉👈 caption: yes❤

• He gets neil to duet to the whole "british people be like". "Neil I'm not british." "Part of you is so just read the tweets." He does and the comments are all thirst and simping

• Comment: raise your hand if you've been victimized by neil josten. Where my fellow Simps at? (The comment gets hundreds of thousands of likes) they make a video, everyone on the team except aaron who walks out raises their hand as the sound says "welcome to simp nation" kevin rolls his eyes but raises his, says something that nicky captions "i simp over his exy skills". andrew doesn't at first, but next to him neil whispers something and after andrew says yes, neil grabs Andrew's forearm and raises it. Andrew looks away and neil smiles.

• Nicky lying down: okay but what if Jean moreau traded places with the french guy from here you know who, david.

• Comment "ugh your mind nicky" reply video: right? Big brain, many thoughts, head full all the time. But like actually the idea of david playing exy and Jean hanging out with ducks and making viral tiktoks just-

• Comment "i feel you and @ austincantdrive would make the best chaotic duo" reply: we would be too powerful together. Austin replies too: agree.

• Allison makes a sports jersey/comfy wear but make it fashion and she styles herself. Everyone on the comments d i e s for her.

• Comment "okay but what about the boys. help allison." She makes a video too with matt and nicky and at the end neil wears an orange crop top and the internet b r e a k s

• Comment "allison do you listen to girl in red?" video reply: her winking at the camera and lip syncing as sweater weather plays. The comments a lot of them liked by creator: a win for the girls (and the boys)

• Upperclassmen Back in 2003: okay but hey do we always have to be involved? Can we do normal stuff that normal people do, like, go for brunch? Us (aaron, andrew, kevin and me): what the fuck is brunch?

• Of course they do the mr blue sky trend. Nicky: drunkenly goes to flirt with a guy. Aaron: drunkenly follows to get away from kevin. Kevin: drunk on pure vodka reminds us we have practice in the morning.

• Or another one all of them. Neil: ready to insult a reporter. Dan: tries not to laugh on camera. Matt: gets ready to hug him afterwards Allison and Nicky: Filming everything. Wymack: the only one trying to stop it from happening and failing.

• Dan and matt duet their reactions to every video edit of them, smiling and saying "your parents love you guys!".

• Comment "literally what is wrong with the ravens/ravens fans?The foxes are such a nice group of people and they're doing great in the sport y'all worship just shut up you cult-y athletic hype house." video reply: "ladies and gentlemen. The volume inside of this bus is A S T R O N O M I C A L."

• comment video reply: okay so we're not gonna talk about nicky at the gym?? Bc C A K E. nicky lip syncing "I'm glad you brung it up because I've been dying to talk about this for a fucking hot minute. First of all-"

• Colin uses one of Neil's or Andrew's interviews replies as one of his sounds and nicky fanboys a lot

• Allison and nicky do the Kardashian sound compilation.

• Nicky with a picture of Erik on green screen: "hi I just wanna say if you look anything like this please contact me. Thank you." Caption: miss u baby. And Erik watches his tiktoks and he facetimes him immediately. Nicky takes a screenshot and duets his own video crying with the screenshot caption: SKALSBSKAJSL Erik comments: stop making tiktoks and answer the phone, hemmick. Nicky replies: yessir everyone below comments keyboard smashes and you got a good one. Goals. Lmao kids that's what we call bottom panic. We stan one healthy long distance relationship and after that a bunch of long distance relationship questions that he makes another video on.

• A video of Katelyn and neil chatting and it pans to the twins watching them with the *when worlds collide sound*

• He reposts a snippet of one of his interviews post game where he grabs the mic from the reporter and nicky: can I say something? Reporter: sure, go ahead. Nicky: thank you. *looks straight into the camera* all the birds died in 1986 due to Reagan killing them and replacing them with spies that are now watching us. The birds work for the bourgeoisie. Thank you." And leaves. IT GOES VIRAL INSTANTLY.

• Comment "is everyone else gonna forget that tiktok where he said he was already part of a controversy? We stan a problematic icon?" Video reply: guys I might have been part of a whole Twitter beef thing against my little hoodie and Bruce hallway but c'mon, like, c'mon you can't blame me.

• Comment "for neil: does the carpet match the drapes 👅😍?" Video reply: neil on selfie mode. "Allison gave me her phone, told me to answer this and ran away so umm." He reads the box on the screen and frowns he walks and stands next to the window, where Andrew is sitting down and is barely seen on frame. "uhmm, the internet is confusing. Our carpet is like this" he turns the phone and shows the floor (grayish carpet) and then back at him "but we don't have drapes so, technically they don't match, I dont know." Andrew's head goes up and simply says "Neil." Neil turns "what?" And the video ends.

• of course nicky and allison do the WAP dance, on the court, when they should be running drills.

[livingforthewhump]

Is it possible to request all the remaining squares😂🥲 very curious to see how everything turns out but if not then ‘hostage video’ I’ve been requesting too many ahaha 🥲

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Hugo was getting tired of being tied to chairs. His wrists had rubbed raw the first time, and at this point it was just getting old. He would have remarked as much to Paladin were it not for the unfortunate gag working aches into his jaw. The longer he spent in this god-forsaken place, the more he respected Caroline for surviving it, and the more he wanted to get her out of it.

He had assumed when being strapped down, this would be just another excuse for Paladin to hurt Caroline. But after pulling her out of the room, he came back in and locked the door.

What do you want with me? The question was burning in Hugo’s mind, on his tongue, but he couldn’t force it out through the gag and the blinding terror.

Paladin surveyed him for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips. “You know, I do think I underestimated your usefulness.”

The words stoked the ember of fear in his heart, making it flame up to choke him. He made a muffled questioning sound through the gag.

The smile grew to a grin as Paladin stalked forward. “After all, it’s not every day that I have a way to get at the Agency.”

Hugo’s face contorted in confusion. The what?

Paladin laughed. “Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. Not even you would be foolish enough to go up against me alone. Now, we’re going to send your employers a little surprise.”

Hugo tugged at his restraints as Paladin pulled out a camera and began setting it up. It seemed like Paladin was about to send footage of him to someone, but he had no clue who.

Then any concern about that vanished as Paladin pulled out a taser, a feral grin crossing his face. “Let’s begin.”

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Vert was leaning back on Mel’s pristine couch, eyeing the neat decorations placed around while Siren was given instruction. Mel’s entire living space had the feel of an office. He avoided it when he could—but then again, his living space would be the same, albeit messier, if not for Sai.

The huge screen mounted on the wall across from Vert flickered to life, displaying a message that sent bolts of unease through Vert.

“Hey Mel?” He called out, leaning forward. “You got a video message.”

“From who?” Siren asked, curious, before Mel could get a chance. Mel shot her a withering look but waited for Vert to answer.

He swallowed, brow creasing. “Paladin.”

They were both by his side in an instant. Siren perched tensely on the cushion next to him, and Mel stood, opening the message and hitting play.

A boy’s face filled the screen, just younger than Sai, a gag tied over his mouth. Vert’s heart stuttered, and for a moment, all he could see was Oliver. His brother would be that age now, was somewhere at the mercy of these so-called heroes. His hands felt clammy, and his vision blurred.

“Who is that?” Siren asked softly, looking to him. Vert took a deep breath and closed his eyes, pushing the thought of Oliver away before refocusing on the video.

The boy had limp black hair that hung over his face. Dark eyes. High cheekbones.

“I-I don’t know.” Vert looked at Mel.

She had her eyes focused on the video, a stony expression on her face as Paladin monologues about who knows what- Vert could barely keep a hold on the fact that he wasn’t looking at his brother (though he might as well be for all he could do about it). Everything else was just background noise.

“He’s a vigilante. Entirely separate from us, but it seems like he picked a fight with Paladin, who’s assumed we’re involved.” Mel narrowed her eyes at the screen as Paladin stood behind the boy’s chair, carding a hand through his dark hair.

Vert tapped his fingers erratically on the side of his leg, trying to hone in on what Paladin was saying.

“… since you don’t seem keen on preparing your little initiates before sending them to get in my way, I thought I would make an example of this one.”

The vigilante grunted desperately through the gag, but was cut off with a flinch when Paladin yanked on his hair, pulling his head back. He traced a taser along the boy’s exposed throat, teasingly.

Then he jammed it into his chest. The boy’s body convulsed from the electricity, straining against the bonds. His face was drawn and strained, morphed into an odd scream that couldn’t quite make it out through the gag.

It must be scary, losing control of your own limbs like that.

After what felt like an eternity, Paladin pulled away, leaving the vigilante hanging limply in his bonds, exhausted. Vert could empathize. He felt entirely drained from just watching that, let alone battling the thought that it could be happening to Oliver too-

Siren grabbed his hand, and he looked at her. She squeezed once, scared black eyes meeting his, and they somehow grounded him back in reality. He twitched his lips in what hopefully looked like a reassuring smile and turned back to the screen,

The taser was pressed into the boy’s shoulder, this time, a gut-wrenching scream pulled from him, made no less horrific by the gag in his mouth.

Vert felt sick to his stomach when he noticed the broad smile on Paladin’s face. It seemed to grow wider at every twitch and shudder.

Stars, could Oliver survive with a person like that?

He ground his teeth. This vigilante was with a person like that.

“Mel.” His voice was shaky, but he didn’t bother trying to control it. “We’re going to help him, right?”

She didn’t look at him, but he didn’t miss how her fists were clenched. “If we can find a way.”

It was on the next scream that the boy’s voice gave out, turning hoarse and shredded as tears poured rivers down his face. Small burns glistened pink wherever the taser had been held, longer every time. Even when it wasn’t touching him, now, he twitched and fluttered as his body remembered the trauma and tried to process it.

Of course, it didn’t have time to before the taser was jabbed in again.

The screaming didn’t stop for an hour.

It echoed in Vert’s head for much longer than that.

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Good Night ~ Rafe Cameron

Ahaha I did a Part 3 to goodbye. It kind of got a little dicey at the end but it’s chill. You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.

Blurb: You and Rafe go out for some drinks and I don’t know what else to say.

Word Count: 3,323

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, grammar/spelling mistakes, I think that’s it

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Rafe smiled as he unlocked the door to his apartment and walked in, closing the door behind him as he placed his keys in the little dish on the counter.

He walked further into his apartment, taking off his coat and placing it on the back of a chair before walking down the hall to his bedroom to change into pajamas. He flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling as a smile crept onto his face. 

He let out a breathy laugh as he ran his hands over his face as he thought about his day with you in the car. It was a dream come true to have alone time with you after all these years. All he wanted was 5 minutes with you and he got 8 hours instead.

His phone vibrated on his nightstand and he reached over, grabbing it and unlocking it before his grin grew.

My plans for tomorrow fell through and I don't work the day after, so drinks tomorrow night?

Rafe looked up towards his ceiling. "I'm starting to think you exist, big guy." 

Yeah. I'll pick you up at 7?

I'll see you then.

Rafe set his phone back on the nightstand and positioned himself under the covers, closing his eyes as he thought about your conversation when he dropped you off.

Rafe held open the door to your apartment complex for you before walking in behind you.

"Thank you," you smiled as you began your journey up the stairs to your apartment.

Rafe stood at the bottom of the steps and pointed to the elevator. "Why are we not using the elevator?" He asked.

"I got stuck in one a few years back and I decided that I'm staying far away from those things for the rest of my life." You shrugged. Rafe chuckled lightly and took his first step up. You looked back at him with a grin. "Hope you plan on skipping leg day cause I'm up on floor six."

Rafe waved his hand, dismissing your sentence. "Please, this will be a cinch."

Halfway up, Rafe looked over at you as he heard the slight panting coming from you. His lips formed into a smirk as he spoke. "Are you okay over there?"

You nodded. "Peachy."

"Mhm,"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes as you two continued up the stairs, Rafe offering to carry you the rest of the way but you denied his offer. 

Rafe watched as you brought your tired feet up the last step, opening the door that separated the stairwell from the hallway of apartment doors.

You led the way to your apartment door and pulled out your key, shoving it into the lock. "Thanks for letting me ride with you. It was way better than the ride with Kie, JJ, and Pope." You glanced at him as you turned the key.

"It's no problem. I enjoyed the company." Rafe leaned against the wall, praying his voice wouldn't waver at his next sentence. "So, you wanna go out tomorrow night? Hit the town or whatever?"

Even though he knew that you two were on alright terms now, after all the car ride was filled with catching up and bad karaoke, there was still a part of his mind that was nervous. 

Nervous that you would tell him that, as fun as the last two days were, you couldn't see yourselves being more than civil acquaintances. Nervous that you'd say, 'yes, as long as the guy I've been seeing in secret for the past month can join us'. Nervous that you'd say 'let me check my schedule and I'll let you know’, but then ghost him.

Nervous that he would have to watch you walk out of his life again.

"I kind of already have a prior commitment to tomorrow," You told him before reaching into your bag and pulling out your phone, "but I'll let you know when I can squeeze in some time for you when I check my work schedule." You smiled as you extended your unlocked phone to Rafe.

"You promise?" Rafe asked as he hesitantly took your phone. 

This was the beginning of one of his scenarios he created in his mind and not one of the ones that ended with you two saying 'I do'.

You shot Rafe a look. "Rafe, you and I both know that I wouldn't be looking this calm and collected if I was lying to you. I'd be a stuttering, panicking mess."

Rafe chuckled lightly at the truthful statement of your terrible lying as he began putting in his number under his name before texting himself a ‘hi’ so he'd have your number. 

He handed your phone back to you with a grin. "To be fair, you were a stuttering, panicking mess when we first met, Y/N/N, and all you were saying was hello."

You blushed profusely at the memory of you being nervous as hell when you met Rafe for the first time and Rafe wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and tease you about the sudden redness on your cheeks like he used to do whenever you blushed.

But instead, he just added, "Don't worry. You were a cute stuttering, panicking mess," before he walked back towards the stairwell.

As Rafe slipped off into dreamland, you stayed awake, waiting for your kettle to go off so you could make your tea.

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it, Rafe’s contact staring back at you. You clicked edit and erased his name before typing out his new name.

Bub

You smiled slightly at the familiar nickname from years ago and hit save before opening Spotify. You went to click on your liked songs before remembering something from the car ride with Rafe and went to the search bar, typing in Rafe’s Spotify name that you still had memorized.

"You're music is so fucking basic, Rafe." You laughed as you once again listened to some random pop song that you had already heard way too many times on the radio.

Rafe shook his head. “My music is not basic. I just have different playlists with different genres. It’s called being organized Y/L/N.” He answered with a grin.

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow,

Rafe nodded. “Mhm. If I’m in the mood for rap, I have my rap playlist. If I want alternative, I have my alternative playlist. And so on.”

“Mind if I look through and choose one?” You asked. 

Rafe grabbed his phone from his hoodie pocket and unlocked it with his fingerprint before handing it over to you. You found Spotify and clicked it open, going to his playlists. You were going to click on his alternative playlist but another one caught your eye.

My Girl’s Favorites.

You glanced over at Rafe. 

“My girl’s favorites?” 

“Hmm?” He glanced over at you and you turned the screen to him. “Oh. Guess I never deleted that one.”

“Oh. You want me to delete it for you so you don’t have to remember her?” You clicked on the playlist and went to click on the three dots but Rafe spoke up.

“No!” His hand reached out and he placed a hand on your forearm to stop you. You turned to look at him and moved your finger away from the dots. “That’s… that’s your playlist. It’s probably a little outdated considering it’s been five years but… yeah. That should be all your favorites from when you were 16.” He admitted, glancing out his window before turning his attention back to the road ahead of him.

You bit your lip before clicking play on the playlist, gasping when Mr.Brightside came on first.

Rafe looked over at you and smiled as you immediately went to turn up the volume before beginning to yell the lyrics as you scrolled through all the songs that were apparently your favorites back in high school.

“This is going to be one hell of a trip down memory lane.” You commented as your eyes widened at some of the songs that you had forgotten about.

Rafe nodded. “Oh yeah. You’re in for a treat.” You glanced at him and you saw his cheeks redden slightly. “I have, on occasion, listened to it.”

You smiled and thought about Rafe listening to all of your old favorites while he was alone. If you were being honest, you still had a playlist of Rafe’s favorites that you found yourself putting on from time to time. 

You smiled as you found the playlist of your high school favorites and clicked on it, playing the music that brought back so many memories. The kettle began to whistle and you quickly turned off the heat and removed it from the burner, pouring the water into your mug that already had a teabag in it.

You grabbed your phone and your tea, heading off into your bedroom so you could begin your nightly hour of coloring to help you unwind before bed.

******

When you and Rafe pulled up at the club at 8 the next night, you got out of the car, shivering slightly in the cold breeze s you waited for Rafe. Once out, he held out his fist. 

“Rack, paper, scissors for designated driver?” 

You waved him off. “I’ll be DD.” You told him and Rafe had a look of confusion on his face. 

“Really? That easy?” 

You shrugged. “I’m used to being DD. I almost always am with the pogues.” You went to grab his keys but he pulled them away.

“Y/N, when’s the last time you got shit-faced?” He asked.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe pocketed his keys. "I’ll be DD tonight. You, my dear, are going to drink to your heart’s content.” 

You ignored the slight flutter your heart did at my dear and went for his pocket to grab his keys. “Seriously, Rafe. It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t want to ruin your fun of getting wasted.”

Rafe grabbed your wrists gently and pushed you away from his body with a small laugh. “I find the thought of you getting wasted way more entertaining.” You shot him a look and he turned you around, pushing you to the back of the small line. “Think of this as your opportunity to let loose and have some fun.”

You rolled your eyes before walking to the back of the line with Rafe behind you.

Two hours had passed since you two entered the club, sitting next to Rafe in a booth in the corner after you two had spent the last twenty minutes dancing. Rafe had two beers the whole night and you… well, Rafe would say you were closer to the shit-faced side of the scale from what he could tell. 

Rafe looked over at you and saw you yawn before picking up your drink and placing the straw in your mouth. Well, attempt to. You missed your mouth a couple of times.

"Alright, sweetheart. I think that is our cue to get you home." He told you, finishing off the beer he'd been nursing for the past 45 minutes.

You whined and grabbed his bicep with your hands. "Rafe, I'm not tired." You finally managed to get the straw into your mouth.

"Oh yeah? That yawn says otherwise. Stay here while I close the tab." He slipped out of the booth and walked over to the bar. 

After getting the bartender's attention and letting him know he was closing the tab, he glanced over at you, smiling as he watched you finish off your drink. He narrowed his eyes as he saw a dude slide into the booth next to you, a smile on his face as he reached over and touched your hand, saying something. Rafe watched you take the straw out of your mouth and respond with a shake of your head as you slowly slid out of your seat, placing your glass on the table as you said something back to him.

Rafe looked back at the bartender who tapped his shoulder and took his card back with a thanks before making his way back to you quickly.

"Rafe!" You cheered, throwing your arms around his neck. 

Throughout the night, he noticed how with each drink you got touchier and more affectionate. Not that he minded, of course, but the sudden movement took him off guard for a second before he slid his arms around your waist to keep you from tipping over.

Okay, half to keep you from tipping over, half because he wanted to.

But, you know, tomato, tomato.

"Hey, Ready to go?" He grinned, his eyes shifting from you to the guy who was now standing behind you. 

You nodded your head and you took your arms from his neck, heading towards the door as Rafe’s hand found its home on the small of your back. Rafe led you outside and to his car, opening the passenger door for you. The sleepiness seemed to finally be hitting you now that you were away from the crowd and loud music, the quiet night taking over instead as you yawned once more. Rafe opened the door for you and you whispered a quick thanks before climbing in.

“Can you buckle yourself in?” 

You nodded as you reached for the seatbelt. "Tonight was fun Rafe." You told him quietly as he watched you struggle to grab it.

Rafe smiled. "Yeah, it was." He grabbed the seatbelt and handed it to you, causing you to smile back and click it into place as he shut your door.

He walked over to the driver’s side and slid into the seat, shoving the key into the ignition before turning it and starting the car.

The ride was quiet except for the radio and when Rafe glanced over at you about halfway to your place, you were fast asleep, head resting against the window. 

When he pulled up to your apartment building, he decided against waking you up, cause what kind of a gentleman would he be if he woke a princess from her slumber just so she had to walk up six flights of stairs while drunk to her apartment, and got out of the car.

He opened your door just enough to slip his hand inside and place his hand between your head and the window before opening the door all the way. He reached over your body and clicked the button to unlatch the seatbelt. 

You stirred slightly as you groaned and Rafe looked at you the seatbelt retracted.

“It’s just me, Y/N.” He whispered, grabbing your wrists and throwing your arms around his neck.

You tightened your grip around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands going to the bottom of your thighs. 

“Watch your head,” He told you as he pulled you out of the car.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck as he shut the door, beginning the journey to your apartment.

You sniffed as Rafe started up the first flight of stairs, causing one of Rafe’s hands to go to your back, rubbing your back softly.

“You okay?” 

“No.”

Rafe’s face fell at your answer. “Why?”

“Because I lied to you.” You murmured into his neck.

“Oh?”

“I never got stuck in the elevator. I made that up so I could spend a few more minutes with you.” You murmured into his neck.

Rafe felt a smile creep onto his face. “Yeah?”

He felt you nod and he chuckled. “You could’ve just invited me in for tea or something, you know?”

“My plans didn’t fall through either. I canceled them. It was a tinder date but you’re way more interesting than that guy.”

“Oh really?" He smirked, his ego slightly boosted over the fact that you chose him over some random guy.

"Mhm. I blocked him too."

"That’s nice, Y/N/N." His smirk turning into a grin. "Are you gonna delete the app entirely?"

You shrugged. "Maybe." You sighed, one of your hands beginning to play with his hair. 

The rest of the trip upstairs was quiet, Rafe hoping you didn’t fall back asleep when he came face to face with your door.

"Where are your keys?" He whispered, just in case you had actually fallen asleep.

You dug into your bag and grabbed the keys, handing them to the man without taking your face from his neck.

You kissed his cheek as he unlocked your door and opened it before setting you down.

"Do you wanna stay? It's late and I don't think you should drive anymore." You stared at him.

Rafe shoved his hands into the pockets. "Uh...yeah. Sure. Someone's gotta take care of you, right?"

You smiled as you grabbed his arm and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him. You lead him into your room and handed him a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants you never got around to returning to him before directing him to the bathroom.

You climbed into bed after getting dressed and Rafe came back into your bedroom, placing a bucket on your side of the bed. 

"Just in case you have to throw up during the night." He told you, knowing you rarely ever made it to the bathroom.

You once threw up in an empty cooler once cause you couldn't make it to the trash can that was 5 feet away but that’s a different story.

You smiled and he turned to walk away but you grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at you and you opened your arms. "Come cuddle with me?" 

Rafe smiled. "Are you sure?"

You pouted at him and patted the spot next to you. Rafe climbed into your bed, opening his arms and you rolled into his side, your head resting on his chest.

"I missed this a lot." You sighed, inhaling his scent.

"Me too, Y/N. Me too." Rafe kissed the top of your head.

You looked up at him before placing your lips on his softly. Rafe smiled as he kissed you back before pulling away after a couple of seconds.

"Go to sleep now. We'll talk in the morning." He whispered, his thumb rubbing circles on your side.

"Okay, but Rafe, you should know something else I lied about." Rafe looked down at you, waiting for what you were about to say. "I'm not that drunk." You shrugged, a small smile on your face.

Rafe stared at you.  "I carried you up the stairs for no reason? Six fights of stairs when I could've taken the elevator or you could've walked them yourself?" Rafe shook his head. “Did you use the five years to work on your lying?”

You let out a small laugh at his words. "You should've known I'm not a lightweight. I mean, JJ is one of my best friends. We didn’t even have that many drinks tonight."

Rafe shook his head at you again with a tsk. "I know your mom didn't raise you as a liar. I'm going to have to call her and tell her her daughter has been lying to me."

"But it was to spend more time with you." You grinned as you took your finger and booped his nose.

He took an arm from your waist and grabbed your wrist gently, kissing your hand. "I mean, I guess I can forgive you if that’s your reason." He smiled. 

"That is my reason." You giggled.

Rafe squeezed your side. "Then I guess you're forgiven then, sweetheart."

You threw your leg over his and closed your eyes, your arm resting across his abdomen. "That’s good to know. I can go to sleep now without worrying about you being mad at me." You hummed. "Goodnight, bubs."

Rafe grinned, kissing the top of your head once more before closing his own eyes. "Goodnight, baby."

~~~~~~~

[missramu]

Again, JakuRamu kisses

It's been a long while since I've last felt this involved in a ship, and I'm proud to see how the love I have for them is helping me to write. Writing has always been a hobby of mine, but it's been a very, very long while since I kept writing with consistency. So, with these kisses prompt I found, I'm making them kiss in every single way I can! I truly hope you're enjoying these as much as I do!

Kiss number 14: casually

Jakurai was a devoted doctor. No matter the situation, he was always ready for his patients; whether it was serious or just a small scratch. Deep down, he felt like it was his duty, that he had the obligation to do so; as if saving as many lifes as possible now would make up for the ones he had taken in the past. He carried this heavy burden in silence, wearing a tender smile as his past weighed in his heart.

Today was an usual day: another busy shift at Shinjuku’s Central Hospital. Nurses up and down the corridors, patients waiting for their diagnosis, and busy doctors walking around with coffees in hand, ready to continue their jobs. Jakurai waved goodbye to his most recent patient –a 12 years old girl who had to undergo surgery not that long ago, and was there for a check-up– and her mother. As soon as the door closed, he let out a soft sigh. It wasn't out of exhaustion, but still had a bittersweet feeling. The young girl could have ended up in a coma if it hadn’t been for Jakurai’s surgery, and it made him think. Think about Yotsutsuji.

What could he do for him? What should have he done? The doctor still had no clue. And it pained him, not knowing. Everything was clear now with Ramuda, so why didn't the answers come? He was seen as a “Superman”, but still, he wasn't able to save the boy he treated as his own son.

Lost in thoughts, the vibration on his phone was what made him exit his mind. He looked at the lit screen, reading the clock on it. Right, it was now his break. Diligently, he woke up from his chair, tidied the room, and proceeded to go out for lunch.

It was a clear day, and the sun was shining brightly outside. The doctor took a seat by the window in the cafeteria, opened his lunchbox and started eating its content, savouring each part of his meal. Some colleagues passed by, started a little bit of chit-chat with him, and after a couple of minutes said their goodbyes, following their day and fulfilling their duties. Jakurai decided to take it easier and enjoy his break a little bit more, since his next appointment wasn’t until the next hour. He had plenty of time to clear his mind and refresh. He wasn’t tired, but still needed a little rest.

After changing clothes, he went out for a quick stroll around the surroundings of the Hospital. He happened to walk by a 7-Eleven, which, per se, wasn't something remarkable. Instead, what made him enter the shop was what he saw from the corner of his eye when he was about to walk past the store: a familiar pink head going through the sweets aisle.

“Amemura-kun?”

As if answering to the call, said head quickly moved, changing his field of vision from the chocolate bars to the doctor, trying to locate where did the voice come from.

“Ahaha! It’s the old coot! Whatcha doin’ here?”

Ramuda replied as soon as he made visual contact, leaving a box of strawberry flavored pocky inside the basket.

“That should be my line. What are you doing in Shinjuku?”

Ramuda smiled, trotting to an apparently shocked Jakurai. Once he was by his side, he grabbed his hands happily, leaving the shopping basket aside and shaking them joyfully.

“I juuuust happened to be around here! You see, a lovely lady from Shinjuku is gonna be a model for my next collection, and of course I had to go and take her measures, y’know? After that, I saw this 7-Eleven had some good deals on sweets and I wasn’t throwing away my shot! Look, look! Isn’t it totes amazing?! ✩”

The designer motioned to the basket, showing with pride what was going to be his purchase. Jakurai frowned at the sight of so many sugary items, and sighed as he shook his head.

“You are hopeless, Amemura-kun…”

“Why do you say that now?! Boo, stop being a party pooper!”

Nonetheless, even after reprimending his habits, Jakurai accompanied him to the cash register, picking up a couple of items he knew were on his shopping list.

“Well, now that you’ve made me company during my shopping spree, the cool and cute Ramuda will walk you back to the hospital! ✩”

The doctor laughed tenderly, giving his partner a short headpat.

“Sure, Ramuda. Let’s go, then”

The pink haired man nodded triumphantly, and, with his free hand, he grabbed Jakurai’s, walking down the streets by his side. The taller man replied with the same gesture, holding his hand back and walking at Ramuda’s pace. They walked down the streets with ease, as Jakurai knew his city as well as the back of his own hand.

Ramuda still had a difficult time at reading people, but he now had a couple of basic concepts. However, Jakurai was another thing. They knew each other way too well by now, and although his understandings of social context and manners were still poor, he could feel how the doctor was more at ease when nobody was keeping an eye on them. As if Jakurai was trying to make Ramuda appear more well-mannered in front of people and strangers; since he knew well that, deep down, the doctor tolerated –and even followed– his antics. Ramuda shrugged his shoulders, deciding to leave the topic for now. That’s just how he is, he thought. And he wouldn’t change nothing about his beloved doctor. For him, it was enough to make his gloomy mood dissapear for the day.

Sadly for the couple, their little stroll came to an end when they stopped by the main entrance, where Jakurai bid Ramuda farewell. In a sudden rush, the designer grabbed his coat before the doctor could go inside, raising to his tiptoes and making him bend over. The taller man didn’t have a minute to counteract the actions –not that he was planning on doing so– and, as soon as Ramuda felt the distance was enough, he left a soft kiss on Jakurai’s lips, caressing his cheeks during the process. The lilac haired man kissed him back, taking that casual gesture with pleasure. He wouldn’t mind getting used to kiss him goodbye, after all.

“See you at home tonight!”

After a quick hug, Ramuda waved him goodbye and left the hospital, probably going back to their flat. To their home.

Jakurai smiled, knowing that, at the end of the day, he would not come back to an empty house. Once again, his beloved designer managed to help him clear his mind with his carefree behaviour, somehow letting him know that he also deserved to rest.

“I can’t wait to go home, then”

[kyber-crystal]

Set Up

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: In which the Avengers are relentless in their attempts to get you and Steve together. If this means going great lengths such as sending you off on a mission-disguised romantic getaway to make you realize your feelings for one another, they’ll seize the chance at the very moment it’s presented to them.

Warnings: None. Just tooth-rotting fluff bc I’ve really been needing it ahaha

A/N: Set in an AU 2017 timeline in which they reunite a year after the whole Accords situation so that everyone’s happy :)

"Rogers. Parasite. Stop watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and get up, you need to get to the meeting room ASAP," Tony stated.

"Says the one who leeches off my granola bar supply," you grumbled as you shot him a death glare. "You've been doing this to me since I was a toddler. A helpless, two-year old against a 16 year-old demon always hungry for everyone's food but his own."

"Still holding the Full House cereal incident against me? Geez, woman, do you ever release your grudges against anyone," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Now come on, let's go."

Exchanging a confused look with Steve, you stood up and followed Tony down the hallway to the meeting room, where Fury was with the rest of the team, waiting.

"Captain Rogers, Agent Y/N," Fury nodded curtly. "I presume you know what's going on?"

"No, sir."

"I need you two to track down a group of mercenaries in downtown Tokyo. You'll be flown out commercially so you can maintain a low profile. The whole process should take no longer than ten days," he explained as Natasha handed him the printed out flight details. "Further information will be given to you upon arrival."

"If it's just the two of us, then why is everyone here?" you pointed out.

"Barton and Maximoff will be checking in with you regularly; and if backup is necessary, I will fly one of them out to meet you. If you don't have any more questions, this meeting is now dismissed. You'll be departing late tonight so if I were you, I'd get to packing right about now."

...

Soon enough you were all packed and ready to go. Because you were too lazy to reach back into your suitcase and grab a sweatshirt, you took Steve's Dodgers hoodie and slipped it on, along with a pair of your favorite sweatpants.

"See you in ten days, okay?" Natasha pulled you in for a tight hug. "Make sure to keep Rogers company, it's a long flight. This is also the perfect opportunity to grow closer...literally."

"Oh shut up, Nat," you scoffed. "We're not...you know."

"Sure you aren't."

"Tony, why don't you get some good rest for once," you turned to your brother, "alright?"

"As long as you admit you're in love with Capsicle," he whispered into your ear.

"I can't admit what's not true."

"Yeah yeah, I can't understand bullshit."

"Tony."

"Y/N," he mocked. "Anyway. Have a safe trip, don't die, yada yada yada."

"Yeah yeah, got it."

A few more rounds of goodbyes later, you and Steve were in the elevator with your luggage, heading down to where Phil was waiting to drive you to the airport.

Your flight was scheduled to take off at 1:45 in the morning, and it was close to 11 p.m when you arrived.

"Your tickets, please," the lady asked as you were about to board the plane. You took them out from your purse and handed them over to her. "Thank you."

"How long's the flight again?"

"Uh...about 14 hours. Pretty long," you replied, as you walked down the aisles, looking at the overhead letters for your seat. "24A, 24B...there we go. Wait, have you been to Japan before?"

"No, I haven't."

"You're gonna love it. They have the best, I tell you, best ramen, and curry, hands down. When Nat, Wanda, and I went on our girls' vacation last spring we wouldn't stop eating for two days straight. I know we're tracking down cold-blooded killers and all, but, it won't hurt to let loose a little, you know?"

"Yeah, definitely," Steve couldn't help but smile at how happy you looked while speaking. "You gotta be our tour guide. I'm trusting you'll lead us to the best ramen hotspots?"

"Oh yeah, I will."

After putting your things into the overhead bins, you settled into your seats. The armrest between you could be lifted convert the seats into a double bed, you quickly found out.

Shortly after taking off you felt yourself grow rather tired. Noticing your sleepiness, Steve raised the armrest and pressed the button to make the seats recline backwards, your head immediately falling against his broad chest. He smiled again, brushing stray hairs away from your forehead before pulling the blanket over your bodies and falling asleep as well.

Little did either one of you know, you were being sent off to Japan for a completely different reason that had absolutely nothing to deal with tracking down mercenaries.

...

The smell of food wakes you up several hours later. You stretched your arms up and ran a hand through your hair as you sat up, adjusting your neck pillow.

"Hey uh, how long were we out for?" you asked, voice still thick with sleep. Steve was already awake, in the middle of watching a movie on his TV.

"4 hours. You knocked out for 5. It's time for lunch...or dinner?"

You tapped your screen a few times to pull up the map of your flight's route. "Right now it's 7:30 p.m. in Tokyo. We're arriving at 4:45 in the morning, so I'd say dinner."

"You sleep okay?"

"Hm? Yeah," you yawned, rubbing your eyes and adjusting the sleeves of Steve's hoodie. "You make a good pillow."

"No problem," he chuckled. You then turned to the flight attendant, who handed you your meals.

"Fancy," you nodded in approval as you passed Steve's tray over to him. "First class sure has its perks...oh yes, miso soup."

You binged your way through several episodes of Pretty Little Liars, I Love Lucy, and Star Wars: A New Hope together. Afterwards, you purchased Wi-Fi so you could update the team on your status.

CHATROOM - AVENGERS ASSEMBLE

Natasha: Morning, lovebirds. You guys in the air already?

You: Yeah, we're eating dinner right now. What time is it back home?

Tony: 6:45 a.m. Pulled an all-nighter binge-watching The Office.

Bucky: Totally worth losing an entire night's worth of good sleep.

Y/N: But I still don't get why we couldn't take the Quinjet?

Steve: ^

Rhodey: Do we tell them now, or wait until they land in Haneda?

Wanda: I'd say now.

Pietro: NO NO NO MAKE IT A SURPRISE

Steve: ...What's going on?

Tony: There's no mission.

Y/N: Wait, what? Then what are we going to Tokyo for?

Tony: I purchased a romantic ten-day vacation package so that you two will hopefully realize your feelings for each other along the way. Thank me later.

Y/N: SCREW YOU

Tony: Enjoy eating all the ramen you want!

Natasha: We're so good at matchmaking.

Thor: May I suggest a virtual high-five?

Peter: VIRTUAL HIGH-FIVE :))

Thor: :))

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: They're gonna thank me when they see the penthouse I bought.

Tony has left the chat.

"Well, guess we're going on vacation. At least there's more opportunities to eating good food," Steve shrugged.

"Yup." You felt your heartbeat pick up speed at the thought of being alone with him, for ten days, in a country that was considered both futuristic and romantic at the same time. "Plenty of time to eat ramen and sushi."

Deep down, he was glad that there wasn't any mission. And so were you.

You took an hour-long catnap before waking up again and playing a few rounds of Uno with him, then stayed up for the rest of the flight. You both knew you'd regret doing so because of the 13-hour time difference between NYC and Tokyo, but you were too excited to care at that moment.

You were dazed and still slightly tired when you disembarked the aircraft, so you didn't have any energy to question how you and Steve ended up with your fingers intertwined. Besides, you liked the way it felt.

At close to 5 in the morning, Haneda International was relatively quiet and not too busy, so immigration didn't take long. You didn't have to worry about being bombarded by fans, aside from the occasional foreign fan recognizing you two and asking for a quick autograph or picture.

Since you wanted to explore the airport a bit before taking the train downtown, you looked around at the various shops.

Being a former spy alongside Natasha before joining the Avengers, you were fluent in multiple languages, including Japanese, Russian, French, Spanish, and German. And despite having developed the habit of always preparing for what was to come, you were completely shocked hearing a perfect Japanese sentence roll out of Steve's mouth as he spoke to the cashier.

You practically swooned at how smooth his voice sounded.

"Kore wa ikuradesu ka?" He gestured to one of the kokeshi dolls on display dressed in a sapphire colored kimono with cherry blossom embroidery. (How much is this?)

"3500 yen," the lady replied, "Hatsubai-chū, 3000. Kōnyū shimasu ka?" (On sale, 3000. Would you like to buy it?)

"Hai, kōnyū shimasu." (Yes, I'd like to buy it.)

"Kanojo no tame ni?" (For her?)

"Hai." (Yes.)

She nodded, and Steve handed over several folded bills from his wallet after she finished bagging the item.

"Arigato, gokigen'yō," he thanked her. (Thank you, have a nice day)

"Anata modesu," she smiled warmly. (You too)

"Holy crap, you didn't tell me you were fluent in Japanese, Rogers," you gaped as you walked out of the store together. "When did you have the time to learn it?"

"Back during the Pearl Harbor bombing, Buck and I were sent off with the 107th to Hawaii. Figured it'd be useful if we learned a few phrases."

"Few?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "What you just did back there, that was not just a few phrases! That was fluency!"

"What can I say, I pick up on language quickly," he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. He then handed you the bag with the doll inside. "Here, for you."

"You didn't have to—"

"Consider it my thank-you in advance for taking me to a good eatery," Steve explained.

After grabbing a quick breakfast of coffee and pastries, you took the elevator down to the train station.

You let out a sigh as you sat down, the cool air inside the train loosening the tension in your shoulders a bit. A short fifteen minutes later and you were back in one of your favorite cities in the world.

Steve took a picture of you as you were distracted from looking all around at the skyscrapers and people milling around, face lit up by all the bright and colorful signs, sending it to the chat.

Steve: Just arrived downtown. Got out of the airport half an hour ago.

Tony: Honeymooning Avengers, how cute

Sam: That's hot.

Steve: What time is it over there?

Wanda: We just finished eating lunch. You?

Steve: 7. Going to check into the penthouse. Talk to you guys later.

Wanda: Alright.

Sam: Have fun, lovebirdssssss

Steve has left the chat.

"So," he breathed out as he slipped his hand back into yours and you exited the station, "you ready to go check out where we're staying?"

"Yeah, definitely. You wanna take the subway again, or a taxi?"

"Subway. Actually..taxi. You sound nice when you speak in a foreign language."

"That's the only reason why you want to take a taxi?"

"Yeah, obviously," you scoffed. "I mean, why else?"

"Alright, if you insist," the super-soldier laughed.

A few minutes later, you'd called a taxi over and climbed into the backseat, strapping your seatbelts on.

"Ohayögozaimasu," (Good morning) the man greeted. "Ogenkidesuka?" (How are you) "Īdesu, anata wa?" Steve replied. (Good, and you?)

"Watashi mo jōzudesu. Doko ni ikitai?" (I am good, too. Where would you like to go?)

You looked at your phone, reading out the address of Tony's penthouse to the driver.

A few minutes passed in silence before he spoke up again. "Watashia wa anata-tachi o shitte imasu. Anata wa abenjãzudesu," the driver smiled, glancing at you two from the rearview mirror. (I know you two. You're the Avengers)

"Watashitachidesu," he returned his friendly grin. (We are!)

"Tōkyō ni kuru kikkake wa nanidesu ka?" (What made you come to Tokyo?)

"Chōdo kyūka no tame." (Just for vacation.)

"Nokori no taizai o o tanoshimi kudasai," he said as you were getting out of the car after paying. "Sayonara."

"Sayonara," you and Steve responded before closing the car door behind you.

"Wow," your jaw dropped as you took the elevator up, arriving at the top floor. "Tony actually bought...this...place?"

"Apparently," Steve shrugged, "we could come back and forth between here and the compound as often as we wanted."

The penthouse had a nice, dark aesthetic feel to it, with giant panoramic views of the entirety of Tokyo and modern furniture and spots of dimmed white lights in the ceiling to give off a relaxed vibe.

After unloading your things, you sat down at the giant couch together and decided to plan out the rest of your day.

"When CoCo Curry opens at 11, we can go eat there," you explained as you typed up the plan in a new note. "Tony also snagged us tickets to Tokyo Tower at 3 p.m, so we have a few hours to spare after lunch."

"We can explore the gardens,"  he suggested. "I know you love doing that. There's a botanical garden in Shinjuku we can go to."

"Oh, that one! I didn't have the chance to go last time, so that's perfect," you added 'Shinjuku Gardens' to your list.

Soon enough you had your entire day planned out, and were ready to head out once again.

CoCo Curry was a quaint, little restaurant that hit you with a wave of tantalizing scents as soon as you walked through the doors and sat down at the bar-style seating area where you could watch the chefs cook your food.

"Gonichiwa," you greeted the chef standing behind the counter.

"Gonichiwa," he smiled back. He asked for your orders, and since Steve wasn't sure what to get you had two orders of your favorite dish.

Besides another couple sitting a few seats away, the restaurant was empty so you got your food in under ten minutes. The steaming hot plates of curry rice were set in front of you, and you felt your mouth water as you inhaled the rich aroma.

"This is so good," Steve spoke in between bites. "I'm literally in love."

"Told you I knew my stuff."

You eventually finished eating, and after getting into a small argument with Steve over who would pay (He ended up winning). "It's payback for ordering me good eats," he explained.

"You said that when you bought me the kokeshi doll," you pointed out.

"Still."

This time you decided to go by foot instead of taking the taxi, as the gardens were only a half-hour or so walk from where you were.

"Right in the middle of cherry blossom season," you sighed as the sweet smell of cherries drifted through the air. "Perfect timing."

You walked around the entire place, stopping every so often to admire the various colorful plants or look up at the pastel pink cherry blossom trees, gravel crunching underfoot with each step you took.

The mid-April breeze lightly fanned your hair around your shoulders. Birds chirped out a delightful melody, flying around the cornflower-blue sky. It wasn't too hot or too cold, and that was one of the many things you loved about visiting Asia during the springtime; the weather was bearable, compared to New York City's below-freezing temperatures in winter. You vividly remembered visiting the botanical gardens in upstate New York on a school trip once, and from then on you'd grown attached.

In the centre of the garden was a large lake with flowering lily pads and on the other side of the bank stood a quaint little temple, with a wooden bridge across the middle so visitors could cross over and look at the koi below.

"It's beautiful here," Steve commented as you made your way down the sidewalk, "I wish they had places like this back home."

"Yeah it is, isn't it," you breathed out, unable to tear your eyes away from the lovely sights. "I could do this all day."

"Hey, that's my line," he joked. You chuckled quietly, slipping your hand into his. He laced your fingers together in response, and you felt the butterflies flutter around in your stomach again the longer he held on, and those butterflies turned into hummingbirds as you looked up to meet his piercing gaze.

You're not sure how long you stay like that, gazing into each others' eyes, but it's only when a little girl stops and asks to take a picture that you pull away.

"Captain America and Agent Y/N!" Judging by her looks, she seemed like she came from the US as well. "Can I get a picture with you guys?"

"Of course, sweetie," you smiled. You brushed off the weird feeling you got when your skin made contact with Steve's, and gestured for her to come closer.

Steve scooped the girl up into his arms as she held your hand, and the mother snapped a few quick pictures before he let her back down.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed before skipping away.

At 2:20 you decided to leave and head out to the Tokyo Tower early so you would be avoiding any possible long lines. You were up at the observation deck within twenty minutes.

"This is just....wow," you breathed out, in awe of the breathtaking view you got as you stared out the panoramic windows, the reflective walls casting thin rays of light onto your faces.

If you thought the view from your penthouse was nice, this was a hundred times better. You had almost nothing preventing you from being able to see the entire city in all directions. The sun was hanging high in the sky, the skyscrapers piercing the horizon like pins and needles.

Steve couldn't help but let his gaze linger on you, the way your face brightened up at the sight of Tokyo's stunning view, the way you laughed and smiled more than you ever did back home. It was a rare sight, and he wished he could see you in this state more often. Oh, the things he'd do to keep hearing your musical laugh and million-dollar smile.

...

The next day was jam-packed with activities. You took a two hour train ride down south to Osaka, exploring the cup noodles museum, shopping downtown in Dotonbori, and stuffing yourself with delicious pastries along the way. Before you headed back, you decided to stock up on groceries at the local market. 

You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow that night, waking up to somehow finding yourself in Steve’s arms. You both woke up at the same time, confused as to how you had gotten yourselves into this position, but were too embarrassed and tired to ask. 

This time, you decided to stay within Tokyo, immersing yourselves in going to as many districts as you could and doing as much as possible. 

After a long day exploring the city, you were rather exhausted. With a cup of freshly brewed matcha in hand, you stayed quiet for a while as you soaked in the scenery, watching the city come alive late at night.

When Steve woke up from his nap a few hours later, he found you standing by the window. Smiling to himself, he got up, approaching you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin atop your head.

"Hi," you greeted, setting your mug down on the coffee table besides you.

"Hey," he murmured into your ear. You closed your eyes and hummed quietly in response, letting your bodies rock back and forth to the rhythm of your steady heartbeats together.

"Watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu," (I love you.)

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Watashi mo anata o aishitemasu, Cap." (I love you too, Cap.)

You stepped away so you could turn around to face him, and he pulled you back towards him and pressed his lips to yours.

He couldn't help but smile into the kiss, pulling you closer against him.

[miraculouscontent]

Ask Explo--

...you know what, you’re right. Name change effective immediately.

Askplosion #10:

(unrelated to everything by the way but I DEMAND THE ANON WHO MENTIONED “REMARRIED EMPRESS” A WHILE BACK COME FORTH AND ANSWER FOR THEIR CRIMES. IT’S SO GOOD BUT IT’S UNFINISHED AND I’M HOOKED, HOW DARE YOU)

Asks responding to previous posts:

It’s okay! I figured that was what it was but it’s been so loooong.

Ah, wow.

Um, that’s definitely not a part 2; I think that’s more like a four-parter/five-parter or something.

Sorry! No can do!

That’s totally fair!

I think the reason I so quickly agreed with it is like--

I’ve been watching the Inuyasha sequel and it’s not like I don’t think the narrative’s apparent punching bag Moroha (who is fourteen years old) shouldn’t be punished when she does something wrong/sneaky/manipulative, but they punish her as if she’s Miroku (who was eighteen years old).

Basically, I want the punishment to take the age into account, or at least only affect Marinette on a more personal level and not be “Heart Hunter” where they take totally understandable feelings of heartache (remember, it wouldn’t have mattered which miraculous she took because Hawk Moth got the Miracle Box and Fu regardless; even beyond her emotions, I feel like she chose the best option available to her considering which temps she knew the location of) and then punish her for them by memory wiping Fu and taking away all of her temps and giving Hawk Moth the grimoire translation.

Yes!! I really wanted to respond to this one, thank you! (It’s this one and then there was another one talking about Luka and Adrien, then talked to me about how I refer to Luka as “soft” but not in a bad way; I unfortunately don’t remember the whole thing.)

Ahaha, and yeah, I feel you. Anti-salters are a very strange conundrum I still haven’t figured out; like, I get not liking salt, but...

I mean, when I don’t like certain content, I just blacklist it. If I end up seeing it anyway due to cross-tagging or a lack of tagging, then I just blacklist the person themself. You won’t see me going after people for that very reason; I only see what people send/ask me if it’s content I don’t like.

I’m glad you’ve found some peace in this blog! Hopefully it continues to be that way for you in the future!

(and yay, a fellow INTJ!!)

New Asks:

There are female writers? ;P I just assumed they were all locked in a closet until the male ones were like, “okay, pretend to help us here, we need one female writer to claim girl power.”

As for Ladybug all like, “Cute, isn’t she?” I think it was rhetorical (she could also be messing with him but “Glaciator” tells us that she didn’t know he crushed on her so who knows). The writers do this thing where Marinette is all panic-y and occasionally self-conscious as herself, but then as Ladybug, she suddenly gets a bit of an ego. I think it’s meant to be there in order to make Chat Noir look less... idk, “obnoxious” when he starts boosting his own ego; trying to balance the two by giving them both big heads, so to speak.

Honestly, I feel like Adrien needs less screen time. :|

Even when he’s not on-screen, characters are usually talking about him, or you see his face in Marinette’s room/somewhere in Paris. I’m become so jaded by the guy that I don’t even think it’d matter if they remade the series and gave it a “totally good and interesting Adrien.” That’s how badly the show has made him out for me; “Adrien Agreste” the character is just... sigh, I’m so done with him.

And yeah, this whole idea about, “Marinette is [x], we need more AAAAAADRIEN!” comes off really bad, lol, especially when Adrien has very little going for him.

(this ask ends off like there should be a part 2 but there isn’t one in my inbox, so sorry if there’s meant to be something else!)

The exact lyrics according to the wiki:

My wish for a cat who's in love, with our own Ladybug. Is that he'll get what he's always wanted! She doesn't know she loves him, only sees Adrien, But Christmas miracles always happen!

Yeah, especially nowadays, those lines bothers me. Not only does it imply “true selves,” but that it’s Chat who should be getting what he always wanted and Ladybug is the one with a problem.

Like, excuse me?

Probably Stormy Weather, even in the first episode. Ladybug and Chat Noir couldn’t even touch her until they arrived on top of the TV station.

+ With all those effects and shots, it made it feel more action-y than typical episodes.

Marinette, Aurore, Luka, Anarka, Jagged...

basically any name that I haven’t really heard before (”Luka” makes me think of Vocaloid but the Luka there was female), or a name that relates a lot to the character (like “Aurore” for “aurora” since she loves weather things).

dfjbghfkdgfdgnjfdg this anon really like, “I NEED ANSWERS!!!”

It’s as if these characters hit 18 or something and just grow overnight, I swear. I’m hypothetically fine with some more variety in character height (it’s not like the show tries to be realistic, after all), but maybe don’t give us official heights if they’re gonna be this weird/inaccurate.

Especially when they change it just for the sake of a shot anyway. If you watch “Simon Says” when Ladybug and Adrien stand next to each other while looking at the picture of Adrien’s mother, the very next close-up has an obvious difference in their heights from what you just saw.

They’re 3D models!!! This shouldn’t happen!

I... honestly never thought of the “less threatening” thing! Dang!

And yeah, Marinette isn’t helpless or incompetent, but because of the Adrien crush, it makes her that way at times since she’s always falling on him and--

...ugh, actually, yeah, don’t wanna think about those implications. Hard pass.

Gross.

I’m not familiar with that one, though Astruc deletes his tweets all the time (there was one tweet where he confirmed that Luka was poor and it only exists in screenshots now because it didn’t get archived and he deleted it almost like he realized that he was pointing out the blatant classism in the show, oops).

Yeah though, I haven’t seen anything like what you’re describing. Sorry!

It’s okay! Sorry for having you clarify but him choosing and Marinette deciding to never give it back are very different things.

I don’t recall Chat Noir having much purpose in the final fight (in terms of both contributing and actual fighting; I know Cataclysm broke the object to release the akuma but was it needed?) so Marinette might either go cat-less or get a temp. Plagg could also be helpful in his own right because he’s small and blends in with the night, so he could hypothetically sneak up on the bad guy.

Afterwards, there’d need to be a new cat, but Adrien would also have to reconsider his actions and really think about what happened. I could also see Plagg going to Adrien’s house, half to apologize for giving the idea to Adrien that Adrien leave without telling Ladybug, but also half to call him out for giving up without consulting anyone. Adrien is a lot of conflicting things (see Adrien’s passivity compared to Chat Noir’s recklessness) so he’d have to find a middle ground within himself.

Marinette might carry Plagg around in her purse for a while and let Plagg have a say in who he goes to. Plagg might grieve for a bit over not having Adrien around (even if Adrien was flawed, Plagg didn’t ask for any of this so Marinette is doing her best here).

O-oh.

That’s always the rough patch with “endgame ships.”  Once it’s obvious to the audience that they’re endgame, no more effort needs to be put into them.

The other thing too is how Kagami, for example, is friends with Marinette. Even once Adrimi sinks, she’ll presumably stay friends with her. Luka, meanwhile, is Juleka’s brother.

They have lives outside of their love interests. Adrien is so into Ladybug that he doesn’t have that; I mean, Nino is Adrien’s best friend like once in a blue moon.

The entire class is just watching an episode and then calling on raised hands to answer what was wrong with what they just watched.

“Everything?”

“I mean, yes, but I’m sorry, you have to be more specific to get credit.”

I think Aeon herself is fine. It’s mostly just her transformed and that transformed name that I have a problem with (she doesn’t even look uncanny so I don’t get it). I heard there was something wrong with the name “Aeon” but searching the name doesn’t give me anything I would qualify as such so I have no idea. I just wish she was given a little less “I’m programmed to--” (makes her seem less sentient) and more “[anything that doesn’t have to do with pushing the love square]” because I feel like they might’ve done the latter to make her more “likable”? I think fans of anything usually like the “matchmaker” character provided it’s for a ship they like. Also strange that they make her a robot but Max and Markov don’t extensively interact with her, but that’s a nitpick and not a criticism of her character.

...I’m rambling, my bad lol.

(Ohhh, she was supposed to be a mummy? Like, foreshadowing her “dying”?? That went right over my head but I guess that’d be where the name Uncanny Valley came from? No clue.)

Best case scenario is probably the middle or the end of Season 4.

And yeah, it really doesn’t matter to me what they do with the love square. Marinette had gone through too much suffering and the show goes out of its way to show how much stress Marinette is being put under (and also keeping Luka away during episodes like “Gamer 2.0″ even when it makes sense for them to be there, as if trying to make sure Marinette doesn’t have enough moments with him to forget Adrien).

Like, ah, yes, I totally believe that Marinette is in a position where she can make reasonable decisions about her love life while all circles of her life are on fire.

If the Sonic movie of all things can have an interracial couple, there’s no reason why this show can’t, just saying.

And, even with Marinette, she’s white-passing (according to what basically everyone says, I’m really awful about recognizing race so this isn’t my field; I wasn’t aware that Ondine was Asian, for example).

Does Nadja count? Manon’s dark-skinned (I’m still not over the fact that all the kids in this show are dark-skinned; it’s not like it’s a problem from a representation standpoint - though all the kids are also all generically bratty/whiny so there’s that - but the percentages in this show are weird) while Nadja is really light-skinned, meaning either a dark-skinned husband or Manon is adopted.

Though I guess the problem then is that we don’t know, so there’s no established couple there.

Non-Miraculous Asks:

w-who gave you the right to say such things????

Uhhhh, that might be too broad of a question, I’m sorry!

I know this isn’t satisfactory, but I will say that my favorite genre is Fantasy/Romance (it’s why I adore Red Shoes so much; by the way, an anon asked for my opinion on that a while back and I will get to it! I’d need to watch it again to get screenshots) and my least favorite is probably Tragedy/Horror.

I don’t think I’ve watched enough to really be able to say? I’ve kind of been all over but I’ve never fully gone through any of them outside of Miraculous. I’ve seen bits of Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew, Star VS the Forces of Evil (don’t know if that counts), and I meant to watch Yuki Yuna is a Hero but never got around to it. I saw the entirety of Puella Magi Madoka Magica but you guys know how I feel about that one.

Maybe Cardcaptor Sakura by default then? It was definitely not perfect but I liked some of the character dynamics (I also have a clipcut of it - basically where I go through a series/movie and cut out parts I don’t like so it’s only good stuff - so I’m cheating a little) and the male love interest was a tsundere type that I actually ended up liking, which is really rare.

!!! That sounds sweet~ I know Sailor Moon is popular so I’ll definitely take your word for it on that one.

I would also accept a “reincarnated”/”destined lovers” trope if maybe the ship themselves are the one who set it up in the first place. I have a Lukanette AU, for example, where they basically got together and then prayed to the shrine of the renewal god that they’d “always be together,” which ended up allowing them to reincarnate over and over (as if they set up their own soulmate AU ;P) and continuously find each other.

Though I guess that’s not technically a “meant to be trope,” but still, it’s a form of it but where it was totally consensual on both sides.

Also, I finally thought of a show that ended with the ship I wanted: Gargoyles. I didn’t see the entire series, mind you, but I saw most of it and Goliath and Elisa were just... quality, I adored them.

+ With Beauty and the Beast being my favorite Disney movie, they fit right in with my tastes.

I forget that AangToph (I think the “official” name for the ship is Taang, but don’t quote me on that) exists sometimes, maybe because I’ve never shipped Aang with anyone; I’ve got no problems with the ship though.

Ugh, and this is what I mean when I talk about people who set up these reasons behind people shipping something based on what they saw a few people do. It’s like, “you only ship Adrimi/Lukanette to spite Adrienette!!”

Meanwhile, me having shipped all three at one point and then dropped off the love square.

Also, me shipping Zutara has nothing to do with it being dark/edgy because I’ve never seen it that way (intriguing, sure but dark and edgy? lol) and also avoid dark/edgy ships like the plague.

I still laugh at people who are like, “you can’t ship it because it’s not endgaaaaame!” as if shows can dictate how and why I enjoy something. Like sure, if you want to let a show/movie spoonfeed you how you’re supposed to feel, then by all means, go ahead.

I suppose people may be theoretically happier that way, but it doesn’t make for an analytic mind.

I legitimately thought that “AssClass” must’ve been the actual name for something until it registered with me what it actually meant.

And eh, I guess it depends on the comparison and how accurate the comparison actually is? Like, comparing Puella Magic Madoka Magica to Miraculous... they’re not really close at all, but comparing... idk, Bunnyx to Homura or the concept behind “backfiring wishes”... maybe?

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(note that the rest of this post is more Puella Magi Madoka Magica salt so you can stop reading here if you’re not interested in that; I’m not sure if this is all the same anon but I don’t mind letting people vent so I let them go off~)

why can’t we just have nice things

I agree, and I give a little eyeroll every time it’s like, “oh, this person had [miraculous]”

+ even just in general, I feel weird about any show that mentions/implies that real world famous people are [x] or [y] in their show. It breaks my immersion; real world locations are one thing but when it’s specific people (unless they’re made up characters like Santa Claus) or games just--break me.

I also don’t know what to think when there aren’t magical boys but you have these magical girls in this frilly outfits/skirts. The demographic is girls so I presume the reason must be like, “you can look pretty and still beat people up” (;P) but having so many magical girl shows without a hint of a magical boy makes me suspicious that it’s for fanservice. Sailor Moon has Tuxedo Mask but I also don’t know what that guy did outside of the meme of him doing nothing so I’ve got no clue.

(edit: I should correct myself that I’m not talking about Sailor Moon specifically; I don’t know magical girls that well, though I do know there are ones clearly intended for fanservice (you could say that for anything, to be fair, but still). It’s just that I see things like super short skirts or very “questionable” shots and I’m just like, “hm”)

Hmmm, good question. I feel like there has to be a lot but I’m also the type who doesn’t watch a lot of TV lol. I’m just familiar with cliches and tropes and such.

The reason I try not to use “ism”s of any kind is mostly because it’s too broad. Like, you know how the English language only has one way of saying, “I love you,” but other languages like Spanish have multiple?

It’s like that, and sometimes I think it’s too easy to throw those words out there. A “small” (possibly completely unintentional/misunderstood) offense is sexism, and then a “large” offense is called the exact same thing. I’d rather go into why something is sexist than just call it that, y’know? The only exception I make is “classism” because I feel like that’s not as... I dunno, divisive?

Anyway, for that same reason, I can’t answer firmly that, “Madoka Magica is sexist.” I will however say that it makes me uncomfortable with how the show makes out the girls being emotional because they’re young and female and then proceeds to make their life a living hell before they’re old enough to properly answer to it (I know that’s the point but that kind of makes it worse?). It doesn’t help with how all the girls have different personalities, so it’s not like you have only “crybaby girls” who are being taken advantage of; it’s basically like... all girls.

Not helped is the fact that their soul gem not only deteriorates naturally, but it can also do so faster if the girl falls into despair, which then turns them into a monster (and I know it’s kind of like an akuma thing, but the fact that it’s only girls is... I dunno, it comes off wrong?). It seems cheap that the soul gem deteriorates no matter what so it constantly needs fed even if the girl is consistently happy.

I would probably opt for the show being centered more around Kyubey being new to this or something - like, magical girls are a new thing - and then have Kyubey being surprised because they presumed that the soul gem would deteriorate naturally since “emotions are powerful but destructive to the person having them,” but then all the girls team up and help each other work out their problems. Maybe the reason magical girls are usually alone isn’t even because of the grief seed (I think that’s what it’s called?) thing not being able to be shared, but because Kyubey intentionally separates magical girls so they can’t do what the main group is doing, but Madoka is so into the idea that, “We shouldn’t have to be alone,” and so she’s constantly pulling all the girls together, which keeps them healthy.

Maybe Homura’s backstory could be that Madoka originally was more sheepish and more afraid to put herself out there, especially since she was a magical girl (who are encouraged to go it alone), which is why their soul gems were both deteriorating; they were friends but kept more of a distance, or maybe they were a team but that’s all they were. Then Madoka gives Homura the last grief seed to save her and that’s what inspires Homura and makes her see Madoka as something more than a teammate, which is why Homura actively tries to save Madoka specifically (which then encourages Madoka to want to keep everyone together as friends).

In the case that Kyubey doesn’t separate them out of concern of fRiEnDsHiP, but for another reason altogether, and then it’s ultimately their own downfall when they allow the girls to hang out and realize that it’s doing a lot of good for them.

“cute and innocent”

That was exactly it. It’s on Kyubey’s trivia section on the Puella Magi Madoka Magica Wiki.

Before the anime's first dark plot twist aired, head writer Gen Urobuchi said on his Twitter account that the "Kyu" in Kyubey's name comes from the English word "cute". This was a lie meant to further mislead fans into thinking that Madoka Magica is an innocent happy show. In a later episode, it was revealed that "Kyubey" is, in fact, short for "incubator".

In my personal opinion, a spoiled plot can’t be “ruined” if it’s a good plot. If you told me that Kagome was trapped in the Modern era for three years and then decided to stay with Inuyasha at the end of Inuyasha, it wouldn’t/shouldn’t decrease the value when I finally see it for myself because it’s good. That’s not to say that everything should just be spoiled right out of the gate, but it’s saying that maybe your plot isn’t good if you have to rely on shock value to make it work??

I FEEL THAT “ASSIGNING IT TO THE WHOLE GENDER” THING SO BAD. It just adds to my “the girls all have varying personalities so it’s not like Kyubey’s only after emotional crybabies or anything” salt.

I have no idea about any of the stuff about the writers so I can’t confirm or deny them. I will very much agree on the target audience thing though, especially with the whole “keeping the dark plot a secret” because really? Who is this for then? Like, the first two and a half episodes are for one demographic and then the others are--???

I dunno. Me personally, I just like feel good stories. I do like some good conflict and drama (for context, Remarried Empress is basically a webtoon that gives you things to feel salty about and then makes its own salt fic as its plot, allowing for endless streams of feels and catharsis, so I’m definitely not against drama), but there are other times where I just want to feel good watching something.

I feel like the show expects the characters to be selfless/perfect and then punishes them even though it’s their writing that’s causing them to act out. I can’t really talking about “out-of-character” but sometimes it’s just obvious where “we did this because we needed a plot/conflict.”

Like, hello? We don’t need the main characters screwing up; why can’t we just have some feel good thing where they take the day for themselves (seriously, imagine a Miraculous episode where Chat Noir actually tells Ladybug to take a couple days for herself, like maybe someone else gets the earrings for a few days as a temp while Marinette gets to breathe; IMAGINE IT). Not everything needs to be high-stakes to be interesting and you need those calmer moments so that the action-packed ones feel more intense.

SAYAKA DESERVES BETTER.

I feel like the magical girl genre as a whole can be way more complex than it’s made out to be. I think people hear the word “magical girl” and think “cute girls in short skirts talk about girl problems and fight evil with the power of friendship and accessories.”

Ugh, just the mention of Rebellion makes me sigh internally.

Congrats on working on your own magical girl story! I hope it goes well for you!

I know it’s not technically a magical girl show, but there was also Totally Spies that Astruc worked on to some degree (I think there was some characters who were based on/a loose reference to the mains from that show but I don’t remember exactly).

The thing about the female characters suffering is that they could make for good lessons on positively directing one’s emotions (like Usagi from Sailor Moon, for example, maybe having a problem with taking her anger out on her friends, but learns that she can save that rage for the bad guys; “Gamer 2.0″ from Miraculous could’ve done that, honestly, by having Ladybug absolutely WRECK all of her gaming opponents in “violent” (cartoon violence obviously) fashion). It’s just a shame that it’s not taken advantage of.

Sayaka??? Selfish???????

*does not compute*

(Also, I wasn’t tired of them, don’t worry! It was a little overwhelming in my inbox but it’s me who’s allowing all the asks to flow in so the blame isn’t on you lol.)

I’m not sure where this obsession came from with, “you have to be selfless and you’re not allowed to use your powers for yourself.” It’s like the world’s going to end if a character leaves to go Self-Care or something. I think what happened is that shows got this idea that promoting only the giving of others is great and it’s not important to take time for yourself (even with “Gamer 2.0,” it was still Marinette playing games with everyone else, and they treated her dedication and seriousness like a bad thing when she literally did not have time to waste and they didn’t give a reason why it was good for her to take a break, only that she should).

This usually leads to the “demonization” of characters who sport a lot of self-confidence or any sort of ego. It works on both sides; Marinette is a punching bag because of her anxiety and occasional lack of confidence, but if she had an ego as Ladybug, there are parts of the fandom who deem her “obnoxious” (i.e: “Reflekdoll”). There’s a delicate balance between “be confident” and “be humble” and it’s a tightrope act.

[gospelofme]

Ponds Has A Potty Mouth

Disclaimer: YES I know Star Wars doesn’t use a ton of our swear words. But I’m too lazy to look up some good replacements. And this is supposed to be assuming anyways.

Installing the new holoscreen

Ponds was getting frustrated. They had hooked up and unhooked this screen at least 10 times already and still nothing. Aren’t these things supposed to be smart? Why didn’t the delivery guy set it up himself?

“Poor bastard probably doesn’t know how...” he muttered to himself.

“What?” He heard General Windu ask.

“Nothing sir.” Ponds grumbled, placing his head against the back of the screen.

“In the delivery man’s defense, the motherfucker probably didn’t want to be trapped on this floating bitch with a bunch of grumpy clones and their ornery General.” His General spoke up. Ponds snorted a small laugh.

“I thought you didn’t hear me you old man.” The Commander teased. He and his General had a very close relationship. When General Windu was with his clones, he showed a bit more of his personality. When with other Jedi, he felt the need to set a good example. Particularly with General Skywalker. In private, Windu had a bit of a potty mouth and it was something his clones had picked up on.

“Sometimes there are no other words to describe how you feel. And sometimes those words help release pent up emotions. It’s safer to call someone a bowl of pickled dicks than punch them in the face.” That was some of the wise wisdom of the General Windu that his men were privy to.

“Okay, let’s consult those goddamned instructions. Don’t tell Kenobi and certainly not Skywalker.” Windu sighed, opening the small booklet that was included with the shipment. Ponds walked over to him to look over the instructions as well.

“Son of a bitch! Motherfucker sent us the ones that are all in Rodian!! This damn piece of shit had better not all be set in Rodian! I can’t read that!!” Windu exclaimed.

“It shouldn’t be sir. Jax can read Rodian.” Ponds informed him.

“Of course he can. Jax!” Windu barked into his comm, “get your smart bitch ass up here!”

“Kay.” Came Jax’s reply. A few minutes later, their explosives expert arrive.

“The smart bitch ass has arrived. You’d better make that my new fucking call sign.” Jax announced.

“Yeah yeah, read this shit for us and then we’ll talk.” Windu smirked, throwing the booklet to Jax.

The butt dial

Obiwan, Anakin, Yoda, and Plo looked concerned at the holotable. The check-in from Master Windu had been cut short due to an ambush. They anxiously awaited a call back. Suddenly, like the Universe heard them, the call was reestablished, but it was hard to see what they were looking at. It was dark, but there were flashes of light and it sounded like something would bump against the holodevice at times.

“What’s happening?” Kenobi asked.

“I think-“ Anakin started, but was interrupted by a very annoyed Ponds.

“Son of a bitch, that spark shower singed my blacks!” Ponds scolded.

“Hahaha, well at least it was your arm and not your dick!” Windu replied.

“Fuck yeah, poor Chaser.” Ponds pitied the shiny.

“Oh damn, we got some of those metal fuckers coming in from the right!” Windu alerted his troops. Blaster fire and the sound of a lightsaber deflecting shots took over for moment.

“Haha!! Did you see Chaser cunt-punch that battle droid!!” Windu laughed. “They don’t have cunts son!! You gotta just shoot ‘em in the head.”

“Or where the dick would be!” Ponds added. Windu laughed.

“Cover me General, gotta get another blaster charge.” Ponds said, there was suddenly a burst of light in the holomessage and they saw gloved fingers search around.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck, sir...” Ponds seemed to have discovered the transmitting device. The device suddenly showed the gathered Jedi the surroundings of where Windu and Ponds were, it looked like a forest.

“Motherfucker.” They heard Windu mutter. They heard him clear his throat, and then,

“My apologies you heard that Masters.” Came a very dignified Windu.

“Very animated you are.” Yoda noted, giggling a little.

“Er, yes Master. I’ll check-in officially after we subdue these droids.” Windu promptly shut off the device and stowed it away in a backpack.

“There. That should keep it from snitching on us.” Windu gave his Commander a nod.

“Fuck yeah! Hey you droid! Yes you! Do you know me?”

“Uh no?” The droid replied.

“Why not? Your mom was yelling my name last night!!” Ponds yelled!! Windu busted out a laugh as he deflected a blaster bolt over at the confused droid.

Yo Mama Jokes

Ponds and Windu loved trash talking droids. They usually didn’t the get opportunity, but sometimes the Universe saw fit to reward them. The two often alternated yelling some very colorful jokes.

“Yo mama’s so fat, when she skips a meal, the stock market drops!” Windu yelled.

“Yo mama’s so fat, I swerved to miss her in my speeder and ran out of fuel!” Ponds added.

“Yo mama’s so fat, she can’t even jump to a conclusion!”

“Yo mama’s so fat, she was overthrown by a small militia group and she’s now known as the Republic of Yo Mama!” Ponds called, Windu busted out laughing.

“Tell the Admiral one!” He wheezed.

“Oh yeah! That’s a good one! Yo mama’s so fat, if she was an Admiral she’d be called Admiral Snackbar!!!”

“AHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Windu laughed, doubling over.

“Yo mama’s so stupid, when they yelled ‘Order in the Court!’ she asked for fries and a shake!!” Windu wheezed out.

“Yo mama’s so depressing, blues signers come to visit her when they’ve got writers block!”

“Yo mama’s so dumb, she though a quarterback was a refund!”

“Yo mama sucks so much dick, her lips went double platinum!” Ponds yelled.

“Damn son, I like that one!” Windu complimented.

“Thanks! Just thought it up!” Ponds explained.

Their banter went back and forth for a few more minutes. Obiwan and Anakin quietly listening in on the Vigilance due to another unfortunate butt dial.

“Should we say something?”

“Ahaha, Admiral Snackbar!!” Anakin giggled.

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[jhoudiey]

A drunken battle!

Idia has convinced Azul and Yoru that they should play a drinking game at board game club, but an unknown fourth foe has appeared before them! Who comes out on top? Probably the hangovers.

1750 words, full story under the cut.

“Four way checkers?” Yoru asked, looking at the overly complicated checkers board Idia had set out on the table in front of them. He nodded vigorously, setting up the various shot glasses onto the appropriate squares.

“So if I understand correctly, we put our drinks of choice into the glasses, and when our pieces are taken we have to take a shot?” Azul said, looking over the board, already planning the best way to attack. Idia had asked them if they could play a drinking game one day to try it out. They were all still underage, but he’d seen it in one of the anime he’d watched recently and really wanted to try it out. Since Azul and Yoru had been completely dominating him in every game they’d played recently, they agreed to play a single game of his choosing. 

“Why are you setting up for four though?” Yoru asked, Azul had come alone and Ortho was FAR too young to drink underage with the rest of them. 

“Heyaa!” A voice called out from the doorway, “Cay is here to party with the board game club!” Cater said, throwing up a peace sign and sticking out his tongue to take a selfie. Both Azul and Yoru froze and stared at Idia, shocked he would invite someone so unlike himself. Idia wouldn’t meet their gaze and instead muttered 

“He overheard me talking to Ortho about it and invited himself… I didn’t want him to tell anyone… so I said he could come” He fidgeted, still refusing to look at any of them. 

“Well, this at the very least assures my victory” Azul bragged, pulling out his drink to fill all the glasses. 

“Ah...just a second” Idia muttered, grabbing the bottle from Azuls hands and placing it into a holographic chamber, he paused for a second and grabbed the bottles that Cater and Yoru were holding as well. He placed his beside the rest and closed the door, typing a few commands onto the screen that had popped up. A moment later the machine beeped and he nodded to himself, handing the bottles back.

“Whoa what was that!?” Cater asked, excitedly, staring at the hologram, trying to angle his phone to get a photo of it. Idia held out his hand and stared at him, wide eyed.

“Phone” He muttered, staring at Cater. There was no way he was going to let Cater document the whole thing, after all he had only been invited so that he wouldn’t mention it to anyone else and get them in trouble. Cater sighed and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“Promise I won’t take any pics” he said, winking at Idia 

“Are you going to tell us what you did with our drinks, Idia?” Azul questioned, looking at his bottle to see if he noticed any difference. 

“I-I needed to make sure they w-were all equally alcoholic, it wouldn’t be fair if they were all different, so it evened them out” He said to his hands as he poured his own drinks. Azul looked shocked for a moment, before covering his surprise by adjusting his glasses. Yoru saw him and smirked, she knew he would try and cheat his way out of it but Idia had planned ahead well.

“Okay! Everyone ready? Lets gooooo!” Cater cheered, making the first move on the board. 

It took a few moves before anyone was in danger of losing their pieces, but once everyone reached the middle the checkers board became a battlefield. Azul managed to hold his composure quite well in the beginning, until a combined attack from Idia and Cater took him by surprise and he ended up downing four shots in a row. Yoru’s attempt to stick to the outskirts and reach the other side of the board was foiled by Cater, who was able to take at least one piece per turn when he wasn’t focused on Azul. Idia was doing surprisingly well, Yoru wondered in her inebriated state if he’d been drinking as practice so he wouldn’t lose… None of it mattered anyway, Cater was a menace. 

“Ca-Cater- senp-pai...How…. are you so good at this?” Azul hiccuped, leaning forward in his chair, trying to figure out how to save his single remaining piece.

Cater laughed and threw up his hands, “I’ve got sisters so I’ve played my fair share of checkers”

“Whaaaaaatttt???!!” Idia cried from his side of the desolate checkers board “If I’d known that I never would have invited you!” He pouted and laid his head in his arms on top of his side of the board.

“Azul…. Azul...we...gotta team up. We can take him out if we plan” Yoru slurred, trying to focus her eyes on the pieces remaining on the board. Cater chuckled, knowing that regardless of how she moved her last remaining glass he could take it...and if she moved it the wrong way he could take both her and Azuls piece in a single move. 

“How do we even know he’s hic- drunk? He seems too… hic-” Azul glared at Cater who was leaning back in his chair giggling, he turned to look at Azul but leaned too far back and toppled backwards onto the floor. He laid on the floor laughing, holding both his stomach and his head where he hit it. 

“Ahahahaaa this is too much!” he struggled to get up, he couldn’t seem to grasp the table or chair well enough to lift himself off the floor. “Oh wait a minute!” he said, before bursting into another fit of giggles. He created copies of himself and had them lift him back into his chair. “Aha! Now Cay’s got you… wait did you move?” He looked over the board, confused.

“Huuuuuuh? Oh…. I forgot...hehe…” Yoru giggled, grabbing her final piece and moving it violently to the left. Azul wasn’t able to finish his cry of NOOOO before Cater pounced, skipping both of their pieces and standing up proudly, as the victor. Yoru groaned and flopped sideways off her chair to the floor. Azul kept crying “how did this happen” to himself, head in his hands. Idia still hadn’t moved from his position on the table. 

“I’m the king of the woooorrllddd!!” Cater cheered, laughing. His entourage of clones clapped for him and disappeared one by one, he was too drunk to keep them around. He sat back in his chair, looking around at the dejected trio. “Hey now.. No pouting… it was a fair fight!” He smiled at them and took out his phone to grab a selfie for magicam. “Everyone say cheeeeseee!” He grinned, with his back to them so he could try and get them all in the shot. “Perfect!.. Just gotta post this real quickkk….” he started

“No! You can’t post that! At least take me out of the pic!” Azul cried, lunging for the phone, knocking it out of Caters hand. Yoru and Idia giggled at their pathetic drunken brawl from their places on the floor and table. 

Yoru had to hand it to Azul, he was scrappier than she thought he’d be. He was able to hold Cater off for much longer than she’d expected, though she wasn’t sure why they were still fighting, it looked like Cater still hadn’t found his phone. It didn’t take long before both Cater and Azul were seated next to each other half heartedly slapping each others hands away whenever they moved, they were simply too drunk to actually fight. 

“Fufufufufu...what do we have here?” Jade cooed, looking over the chaos of bodies strewn about, shot glasses littering the floor and table. 

“Hehehhehehe Jade, it looks like Azul and Fugu-chan had too much fun playing with the Coralfish and Firefly Squid...how mean… they didn’t even invite us” Floyd pretended to pout, grinning over the state of them.

“Jade! Floyd! How are you here!” Azul cried, shocked to see them.

“Hmmm? Yoru-san called us and said “Your Octopus is crying please come get him” before hanging up, so here we are” He smiled at Azul, a malevolent glint in his eye

“Were you really crying again?” Floyd laughed, peering into Azuls face to look for any trace of tears

“Oh hey! My phone! Aha! Now I can go back to the dorm...I hope Riddle didn’t notice I was gone ehehe” Cater laughed, grabbing his phone and stumbling out of the classroom with it. 

“I wasn’t crying!” Azul objected, trying to stand up

“Shishishishi, yes you were” Idia giggled from the table, he’d moved his head just enough to be able to peer out from his arm.

“Up you get crybaby...ahem… Azul” Jade laughed, grabbing Azul under one arm to lift him off the ground. “Time for bed” He smiled.

“Ehh Fugu-chan, how are you getting home?” Floyd frowned looking between her and Azul. 

She giggled and grabbed onto Idia’s pant leg “Idiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa can I stay in your roooooooooooooooom?” She tried to look up at him, but it was too hard to see him from her place on the floor. 

“Ehehehehehe” He nodded and giggled, struggling to get up from his chair. He reached a hand down to help Yoru off the floor and helped her stand. They leaned on each other for support, and were able to wobble their way to a standing position, swaying on the spot.

“Eeeehhh? ...Okaaaaaaay” Floyd pouted, grabbing Azuls other arm to help Jade carry him home. They all shuffled out of the room, the Octavinelle trio trailing slightly behind Yoru and Idia to make sure they actually made it back to the Ignihyde dorm in one piece. 

“Can we not invite Cater to any more board game club meetings?” Azul moaned from between the twins, who laughed

“Agreed” Idia and Yoru said together, stumbling through the mirror to take them back to Idias dorm. 

***

“Azul...why didn’t you just bring water with you? You’re in quite the sorry state” Jade chuckled, lowering Azul into his bed

“I did, but Idia changed all the drinks so it would be fair,” He pouted into his pillow, curling around it in his bed.

“Ahaha, so sounds like the firefly squid really won the game tonight then” Floyd teased, putting a glass of water near the bed. 

“No, he cheats.” Azul complained, burying his face into the pillow. Jade and Floyd looked at each other before breaking into laughter and leaving him in his bed to suffer what was sure to be a colossal hangover.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Stoke the Fire

Here’s chapter two of Light the Fire

So @regal-roni​ you know how I said it could take a week to a month with me updating... well, I lied.

Turns out it was mostly done and all I needed to do was a little editing. It was intended to be uploaded as one but I like poking the bear ahaha

. . . . / 2 / . . . . 

You immediately sat up straight, wide eyed and staring at the fire. Did your ears just decive you? The look on Kasie and Bella's face confirmed otherwise. You sat stone still and after a beat dared to look at Jack, you were about to open your mouth to say she didn't have to but your eyes instantly closed at the touch of her fingers caressing your neck. Holding you in place, she gently tucked your hair to the side and placed her lips on the spot just below the ear angled slightly towards the back.  

In the beginning it was nothing more than a kiss, open mouthed and tasting your skin and then you felt the pressure, the suction and her teeth grazing against your skin between her lips. It took all your remaining willpower not to moan, shift or move. Your hands and arms were straight down beside you, your fingers curling around the corner of the cushion beneath you. And just like that her lips vanished; you felt a whimper before you heard it leave your lips. Your eyes shot open and everyone bar Jack had their eyes trained on the fire, Jack was looking at you and only you.  

You took a beat then, "Your turn Jack." It was all you could manage; you couldn't even look in her direction but could make her out in the corner of your eye.  

She moved, leaning back into her side of the couch, if you were looking at her you would've seen the slight hurt and worry in her eyes from your non actions and words. That look quickly vanished, her beer back between her lips as she contemplated her next target.  

Before she could answer you rose from the couch. "Going to get more beers, anyone want anything?"

No one said a word, just shook their heads and watched as you purposefully walked up to the house, the ground beneath your feet moving with the amount of alcohol in your blood. You were too caught up with the last few minutes that you didn't hear the steps behind you. Your guard was down, your hand intently rubbing the spot where her lips had been. The screen door swung shut and slammed behind you once, twice and was caught on the third.  

"Been meaning to fix the lock on this thing." Was all she said, your hand froze around the handle of the fridge.  

"Thought you didn't want anything."  

"I don't. Just wanted a word. In private." She shrugged stepping beside you, leaning against the counter top between you and the fridge.  

At her words you started moving again. Opening the fridge and grabbing the remaining three bottles and closing the door again but you didn't move. Staring at the magnets on the fridge rather than at the woman staring at you. She was searching again, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, just the way you liked it. That was half the reason you couldn't look at her right now and the other half was the reddening skin on the side of your neck. Your hand with only one beer in it betrayed you again and went to trace the spot that was directly connected to your brain right now.  

"That bother you that much?" She shifted, turning to face you more, letting her hip rest on the counter for stability. The lean made her seem casual, unbothered even but you knew better. Her poker face was up, the only thing giving her away right now was the lip being pinched between her teeth.  

Your knuckles vacated the area they were just rubbing, coming down to your side. Her fingers wrapping around the bottom of the bottle, not touching yours as she took it from you. "It was just a dare."  

"Then why do you keep touching it?"  

"Because it wasn't there before and.." You had no good answer for her. There was no reason to be touching it, it wasn't sore or bothering you in any physical way. That was the rub. It was bothering you mentally but you couldn't figure out why. Was it because it was just a dare? Why did it bother you so much?  

"A dare you seemed to enjoy."  

You scrunched your eyes shut. She did hear. "Did you enjoy it?" Now you turned to face her. Your question lingering between you, you watched as she placed the beer, she was holding on the counter behind her and then did the same to the two still in your grasp. Once her hands were free her fingers found yours, lacing them together and pulling you closer. Your eyes didn't leave hers, she was still searching for something, looking between your right to your left eye and back again over and over. You couldn't help it when her lips parted, you were so close, your eyes instantly dropped to see what they were about to do but that was it. Until they quirked up into a small smirk and you knew she'd caught you. How could she not? You were that close.  

"I did."  

"We've been drinking a lot."  

"We are celebrating."  

"Right, my one-year sentence."  

"Is that what it feels like?"  

"Not when you're around." Actually, you had that backwards, it felt like hell when she was around and you couldn't openly look and stare at her. Watch her, smile at her like your smile was only for her and touch her. God you wanted to touch her.  

One of her hands pulled away from yours and came up to cup your cheek, you couldn't help it, all your self control faded away at her touch and you leant into her. Your eyes closing, enjoying, feeling the way her skin felt against yours and that was just her hand. "Open your eyes."

You shook your head ever so slightly, not wanting this moment to end because it had to end. She was about to pull away, grab the beers and go back to the fire like nothing had changed. The last thing you were expecting was Jack to lean in, you felt her breath while yours got stuck in your throat. You felt her lips ghost across yours and you didn't dare move.  

"Y/n" She whispered your name like it was sent from heaven, like it was the last drop of beer you were ever going to have, it was so soft but desperate.  

"I'm here."  

"Kiss me." Her nose nudged against yours, making you bend your head slightly for a better angle.

Her lips stopped just above yours, her words knocking down the last wall you had in place. Your eyes opened for a split second to see the fire, the burning desire and want she had for you. You moved into her space, pushing her against the bench, your leg stepping in between hers, your hands threading into the back of her hair, all while kissing her, your lips connected and sparks flew.  

Her hand that was cupping your cheek wrapped around your neck holding you in place, her other gripping at the material by your waist, pulling you closer even though there was no space between you. The kiss felt like it would never end, you didn't want it to end, her tongue ran along your bottom lip and you moaned as you granted her entry to explore. You may have started the kiss but she was going to finish it. She pulled back too soon, your lips red raw from the passion you both shared and your brain kicked in, heaving for breath that you didn't realise you needed.  

"So your question was for me then?"  

She looked at you confused. Barely inches apart, her hands wrapped around your neck. Your hands wrapped themselves around her waist, holding her in place, not like she could go anywhere anyway. "Truth or dare?"  

Realization flooded her face and she smiled. "I'm still deciding."

"Well don't keep us waiting all night."  

You both jumped and your faces fell as you saw all three of your friends huddled in the laundry behind you. Ellie beaming from ear to ear was enough to tell you that they'd been there for a while. You turned back to Jack. "How did you not see them?"  

"Oh hun, I only got eyes for you." She smirked as you rolled your eyes and stepped away. You were trying to be so cool with what just happened but your insides were a mess. That mixed with the alcohol made for a very confusing time.

"I'd throw up if that wasn't so adorable." Ellie walked past you and down the hall. "Hitting the head."  

"The fire kind of died so we thought we might call it a night. Bella's got work in the morning." Kasie reasoned, stepping into the kitchen.  

The night came to a close as you said your goodbyes. Ellie accepted a lift home with Kasie as she didn't feel like taking an Uber by herself tonight. When Jack closed the door and turned to you, you couldn't help but smile, a pink tinge colouring your cheeks. You tried to grab your coat ready to leave but Jack stopped you.

"Guess I should call an Uber..." It was a lame excuse, you could've easily gone home with Kasie but no one really asked and you didn't speak up. Something amazing had just happened and it didn't feel like the moment was over just yet.  

The beautiful woman in front of you, stepped closer, her fingers fisting the bottom of your sweater and pulled you even closer. "I don't think you should."  

"Why's that?"  

"I'm not done with you yet." Her hands moved from gripping your sweater to your hips, grabbing you and grounding you. Her thumbs drawing small circles on your skin, sending shivers all over your body. If she could just do that with the simplest of touches, god only knows how you were going to go once you were both naked in her bed.

Her lips captured yours and you forgot all about it. You forgot about most things actually and let her drive the kiss, her hands moved up, exploring, wandering, feeling. You had no coherent thought until she pulled away from your neck and you suddenly realized she had you pinned up against a wall.  

"You okay?" She looked concerned, her hand coming up from massaging your breast to your cheek.  

A groan was trapped in your throat so you cough trying to speak but manage a smile. Once you could think again the smile just grew with this beautiful in front of you. "On cloud nine." Her eyes sparkled making you close the breathy gap between you and capturing her lips.  

You shuffle and trip and laugh your way through her house. There would probably to be a bruise or two in the morning but you didn't care. Your lips didn't leave hers until you found yourself being shoved back onto a very soft bed. Her touch leaves you for a moment, the loss of contact has you reeling but then she flicks on the light without warning. "Ahh." You cover your eyes with your hand but it gets shoved away as Jack crawls on top of you.  

Her face hovering above yours. Her eyes questioning and hesitant for the first time tonight. "You sure?"  

"You drunk?" The words just spill out but it's the only reservation you have because if there's even a sliver of doubt she has and will regret in the morning you need to run and you need to run now. Her eyes dart to your lips and flick back up, the doubt gone.  

"Not anymore." Her lips ghost over your ear and make a trail down finding a spot at the base of your neck. The whimper that comes is involuntary which only spurs her on.  

She had you lost under her touch, seeing the heavens more than once and then she was yours. You made her make sounds you'd never even heard before, you'd dreamt of this moment hundreds of times before, woken yourself up in a sweat and now. It was like they said, so much better than you could've ever dreamt of.  

"Definitely better in real life." You breathe in slowly, trying to settle your heart rate back down as Jack draws patterns lazily on your back.  

She shifts to get more comfortable. Resting more on her side, propping her head up with her elbow all while happily drawing on your bare back. "100% better than my dreams." She smirks down at your surprised face. "What? You think you're the only one allowed to fantasize?"  

"Never thought someone would fantasize over me.. is all." You squirm a bit under her eyes, you feel a blush coming on which is ridiculous considering you just had amazing sex with this woman and are completely naked with her.  

"Don't start getting shy now. You're amazing and beautiful. Not just on the outside but pretty amazing and beautiful on the inside too."  

"I do have pretty good pelvic floor muscles.." You laugh as Jack playfully pushes you into the mattress.  

.

Her laughter disappears. "Don't hide behind jokes."  

"But I'm so good at it!" You pout, wiggling back and nuzzling into her neck in an attempt to hide your face.

Jack falls onto her back, wrapping her arms around you, pulling you with her. "You're adorable but I'm being serious for a moment."  

"Okay, fine. Can we talk about how jaw dropping, sexy and cheeky you are now?"  

Jack rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh. "Oh, shut up."

"You shut up."

"Make me."

"I will but you may moan a little." You wink and Jack actually blushes. It's the single most adorable thing you've ever seen but don't dare tell her that.

All of a sudden Jack was quiet and you knew she was just about uncomfortable talking about herself as you were about yourself. She is such a tough, confident woman at work and around friends but when it comes to the moment, the heart, she's as human and uncertain as anyone. Your lips curl into a small smile as you shift your hands to push up on the mattress either side of her so you can look down at her properly.  

Her arms wrap tighter around your middle, letting you ease your full body wait down onto her. You elbows come up to rest either side of her head while your fingers play with her hair. "I mean it. You're amazing Jacqueline Sloane." Your nose brushes against hers to lighten the sombre mood before kissing her lips softly.

Nothing more needs to be said, she holds you close and you kiss each other slowly, lazily, just exploring and enjoying the moment. You tried so hard to fight off the heavey eyelids and the need to yawn but a yawn finally comes through in the middle of a kiss.  

"Am I boring you?" Jack laughs nuzzling into your neck, letting you breathe through your extra long yawn.  

Shaking your head as the yawn finally passes. "It's almost 0200. As invigorating as you are, I do need some sleep tonight."  

She presses her lips to your collarbone. "That late, huh?"  

You roll onto your side, making sure Jack turns with you, her head still tucked and her lips still on your skin like a magnet. "You'll have to let go eventually." She made a grumble and you cupped her cheeks bringing her lips to yours. "I'm not going anywhere unless you kick me out."

"Never."  

"Then do you prefer the little or big spoon?" You brush your nose against hers, drawing a smile from her lips.  

"Turn over."  

You do as you're told and feel her curl around you, her knees tucking in nicely behind yours and her lips back on your neck. "You keep kissing me and I won't be able to sleep." The feather light kisses continued from behind your ear down to your shoulder.  

"Good night."  

Her arms hold you tight, unsure if it's more a comfort to you or her. "Night." You relaxed into her, you could feel her breath against your skin as you drifted off to sleep in her arms.

. . . . 

There you have it. I’d say was it worth the wait but you really didn’t have to wait that long. This story has been sitting in my editing pile for so long I can’t believe it’s actually uploaded! 

Have a good night!

[fieryanmitsu]

Talented Fingers | A3! Week 2020 – Day 1 (Itaru/Izumi/Tsumugi) | 18+, NSFW

It’s been a while since I’ve written, unfortunately, but when I saw that A3! Week was happening, I just knew I had to try to whip something up!

So, here’s my entry for Day 1 of A3! Week 2020~ We were given three prompts for each day to choose from… And, because I like to challenge my imagination (read: torture my brain), I decided that I would use all three prompts in each entry, haha.

Since one of the prompts for Day 1 was Link Skills, I just knew that I had to go with “Talented Tutors”, which features two of my favourite A3! boys: Itaru and Tsumugi. But, I will warn everyone now that this is a completely mindless, self-indulgent and spicy piece of nonsense, hahaha. I LOVE Izumi as a character as well, and I love her paired with both Itaru and Tsumugi, but couldn’t choose between the two considering the prompt… and so this happened.

Note that this entry is NSFW, but the rest of my entries should be SFW (unless something drastically changes). So if you’re under-aged or uncomfortable with NSFW content, please do check back again!

TALENTED FINGERS

PROMPTS: Director | Link Skills | Firsts

CHARACTERS: Izumi Tachibana, Itaru Chigasaki, Tsumugi Tsukioka

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi/Tsumugi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ rating, NSFW, contains smutty/sexual descriptions and situations, tutor/student fantasy

“I’m home!” Izumi announced tiredly as she walked into the first-floor lounge of the Mankai dorms. She had been helping her friend’s theatre troupe with painting background sets all day and she felt completely beaten up. She was sure that her knees would be bruised tomorrow and that her back would be in a world of pain when she woke up – her arm was already starting to feel like jelly.

“Welcome home! You’re back so late – you must be exhausted,” Tsumugi greeted from his spot at one of the tables. Piles of papers were sprawled out in front of him.

“GJ. Welcome home,” Itaru piped in from his spot seated across from Tsumugi. There were stacks of paper laid out before the other young man, as well. Two cups and a nearly empty pot of coffee also sat on the table between the two.

“This is an odd sight. Don’t you usually work in your room, Itaru?” Izumi asked as she walked over to the pair.

Instead of replying, Itaru simply sighed and took another sip of his coffee with one hand. With the other, he lifted one of the papers and handed it to Izumi.

She glanced at the paper and saw that it was a chemistry worksheet covered in messy hand-written responses. However, the amount of pencil marks was almost completely overshadowed by harsh red ink. Itaru’s handwriting was scrawled all over the page, circling wrong answers and writing comments in the margins. On the top right corner was Taichi’s name.

“I asked Itaru to help me with looking over the students’ homework since he used to work as a tutor as well. It’s almost exam time, so they all wanted some extra help,” Tsumugi responded with a sheepish chuckle.

“I didn’t know you worked as a tutor before, Itaru.”

“Back when I was a university student, I tutored as a part time gig. It paid well, you know,” Itaru responded with a shrug, taking a moment to tap a few buttons on his phone screen before turning back to the worksheet. Izumi had a good feeling she knew exactly what he had spent all of his earnings as she briefly stared at one of his games running automatically on his phone.

“But, wow, it looks like there’s still a lot of work ahead of you… It’s almost midnight already,” Izumi remarked, glancing at the papers on the table and nudging through them lightly. While there was a large pile of papers with red marks, there was also a significant stack that was unedited.

“Hmmm, I suppose so. Itaru’s been working on correcting worksheets while I’ve been making some study plans based on what areas they’re struggling with.”

“Yeah, usually worksheets don’t take this long to work through…. But, Taichi’s homework is a disaster… and don’t even get me started on Tenma… It’s taking me three times as long to go through theirs than the others’…” Itaru sighed again.

“Do you need any help? I don’t have any tutoring experience, but if there’s anything I can do, please let me lend you two a hand,” Izumi offered.

“You wouldn’t mind? Maybe you could go through the Japanese homework? It’s just checking off if they wrote the kanji properly and in the right context, so I think that you should be able to handle that,” Tsumugi replied as he shifted through the worksheets on the table.

“No problem! Oh! I’ll make us a new pot of coffee! My friend also gave me box of cookies as a thank you as well – let’s share them together!”

“Ahhhh, caffeine and sugar – the best nutrients for our brains~ Want to feed me one? Since my hands are busy?” Itaru asked with a teasing smirk.

Izumi rolled her eyes and plunked the now-open box of cookies on the table.

“Nice try, but that smile won’t work on me!”

“Ah, well, it was worth a shot,” Itaru lamented as he helped himself to one of the cookies, mumbling a quick thanks through a mouthful of crumbs before he picked up his pen again.

“Oh, Azuma was telling me about this bakery the other day,” Tsumugi remarked, examining the box. “But, thanks again for helping, Izumi. I’ll leave the worksheets here for you.”

“No problem – glad to help!”

After brewing a new pot of coffee, Izumi grabbed herself a mug and sat down in front of the worksheets that Tsumugi had collected for her. As she took a sip of the coffee, she couldn’t help but stare for a moment at the two men in front of her. It was a striking image – two handsome young men bent over their work with serious looks of concentration, pens flying across the pages.

The Mankai Company students were certainly lucky to have access to not one, but two talented tutors. She hadn’t been a bad student back in her school days, but she had always been middle of the pack when it came to academic subjects. She couldn’t help but idly wonder how it would have been if she had been tutored by Tsumugi and Itaru. She had seen them both explain concepts to the students before, and they were both always so clear and easy to understand. Maybe she would have had an easier time in school.

As she focused on the worksheets in front of her, listening only to the scratching of pen on paper, the ticking of the clock and the occasional sipping of coffee, Izumi felt her eyelids grow heavy. She had been doing physical labour for close to eight hours, and it was now close to one in the morning. She tried to shake her head to wake up, but soon found herself completely nodding off….

“… Izumi… Izumi… Wake up, Izumi…!”

Izumi’s eyes snapped open as she heard someone call her name. Tsumugi and Itaru were staring at her with furrowed brows.

“Eh?! I-I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to drift off on you two!”

“So you did fall asleep on us,” Itaru sighed. “And here I was hoping you were just resting your eyes. You have some nerve, falling asleep on your tutors.”

“Huh? Tutors? Wait… what’s going on here?” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing her surroundings.

She had expected to be in the lounge at the Mankai dorms, but instead, she was in her bedroom back at her parents’ house. The three of them were sitting at a coffee table with worksheets and textbooks spread out before them. Looking down, she also realized that she was in her high school uniform. She idly noticed with a cringe that the skirt was a tad tighter on her than she remembered it being when she was in school – she really had to cut back on the rice…

“Why are we in my room? And why am I wearing my high school uniform?!”

“Ahaha, you must still be half-asleep, Izumi,” Tsumugi chuckled. “I know we usually tutor you at the public library, but it’s closed for emergency repairs from a water main break right now, so we’re here at your house instead.”

“And as for your uniform… well, we did ask if you wanted to change into something more comfortable first, but you were so eager to get started on studying and didn’t want to bother. But, despite your eagerness, you fell asleep…” Itaru remarked wryly.

Izumi felt like her head was swimming. What the heck was happening? Was this some kind of lucid dream? Was it because she had been wondering what it’d be like to be tutored by Tsumugi and Itaru that she had suddenly dreamed of them tutoring her?! She couldn’t believe how embarrassing this was – especially since she was in her high school uniform. What was she even supposed to do in this situation? Maybe she should pinch herself. But, before she could do anything, Itaru suddenly leaned towards her with a smirk on his face – a very seductive smirk, she couldn’t help noting.

“You know... you've been a naughty girl, falling asleep on us... Naughty girls need to be punished,” he drawled, as he inched closer to her, so that by the time he said ‘punished’, it was right in her left ear. She shuddered and felt a pleasant shiver shoot down her back.

"That’s right… Maybe we need to do something to wake you up,” Tsumugi added, closing in on her other side. “Perhaps… this will wake you up?”

And then, she felt Tsumugi’s tongue lick her ear, and she let out a yelp as he took her right earlobe in his mouth and started nibbling on it.

“Aaah, Ts-Tsumugi!! St-stop, that tickles! Nnngg-!” Izumi protested, but instead, his tongue was now licking up the back of her ear and she heard herself moan.

“Now, now, Tsumugi, that’s not a punishment at all – you’re much too gentle,” Itaru purred before he brushed aside the hair at her neck, his fingertips feeling like fire. Then, suddenly, his lips were on her neck and she yelped as she felt a sharp pain. Did he just give her a hickey?!

"Itaru!! What are you doing—!”

Both Itaru and Tsumugi were now nuzzling either side of her neck, their breath puffing against her skin, and she felt like her face was on fire. This was bad! This was very bad! But, she also felt a tell-tale shot of pleasure uncoiling in the pit of her stomach, and a stirring between her legs.

"Now, let's see if you've been paying attention...” Itaru said, lifting his face from her neck. “I was just reviewing dissociation with you. Have you solved the problem yet? Can you tell me the chemical equation for the dissociation for sodium chloride? Don't forget to provide an explanation if you want full marks."

"H-Huh? Sodium chloride?” Izumi squeaked, her mind trying to catch up with what Itaru was saying – it was very hard to focus when Tsumugi was sucking on the fingers of her hand. “U-Ummm, what was dissociation again?" How many years had it been since she’d looked at a chemistry textbook?!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really weren't paying attention, Izumi. Were you distracted while I was teaching you?" Itaru scolded, placing one long finger against her lips before she could respond. His finger then slid down her chin, tracing down her neck and stopping at the collar of her shirt. "Maybe... you really aren't comfortable in that uniform. Let me help you loosen it up."

The next thing she knew, Itaru had pulled off the ribbon tie around her neck and was slowly unbuttoning her shirt. How was he doing that with one hand?!

"Itaru!!" she protested. She knew that she should button up her shirt again, because this was going nowhere good fast, but couldn’t muster the strength in her arm when she saw him flash her a crooked smirk. Instead, her heart fluttered in her chest – if only she didn’t find that smug face so attractive!!

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her right hand.

"Izumi..." Tsumugi looked at her with the saddest puppy-dog eyes and she felt her heart shoot up her throat. Gosh, he was so, so cute. "I had asked you to finish filling in the kanji on this worksheet, but you’ve only filled in two of the blanks… I worked so hard to make up this worksheet – were the questions too dull? Is my teaching boring you?”

“N-Not at all, Tsumugi!! You’d never bore me!” Izumi protested immediately, her mouth moving faster than her brain. All she could think was how she could stop this angel from looking so disappointed.

“Maybe… I should do something to make my lesson more engaging?” he asked softly, the light in his eyes had now turned from puppy-dog to something distinctly more dangerous. She felt Tsumugi’s hand settle on her right leg and whimpered as she felt his hand creep up her thigh, his fingertips tracing delicate circles across her skin.

Suddenly she felt a chill on her chest – her shirt was now wide open, and then she felt two hands push gently on her shoulders, and she was splayed on her back.

“It’s not good if you aren’t paying attention to your tutors, Izumi. Keep your attention only on us this time,” Itaru purred.

Itaru bent down and began kissing the top of her left breast. She let out a gasp at the sudden contact, but it quickly turned into a moan as he sucked harder and left another hickey. His left hand came up and grasped at her bra, quickly undoing the conveniently-located front clasp, exposing her breasts to the open air.

“Ahhhhh, I-Itaru,” Izumi gasped as his hand cupped her left breast and began to massage it gently, his fingers rolling her erect nipple. His mouth closed over the right breast and noisily sucked and kissed.

Before she could think too much more about Itaru’s ministrations, Tsumugi’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“That’s right, Izumi… let us teach you how to feel good.”

She felt him spread her knees apart and push up her skirt. He gently trailed his fingers down both of her legs, and she twitched at the ticklish sensation. Then, she felt one of his fingers trace the line where her panties met her thighs. The feeling of the edge of his nail against the sensitive flesh made her groan, her voice becoming louder as he moved his finger over to her most sensitive spot.

“You’re such a quick learner, Izumi, you’re already so wet that it’s soaking through your panties…” And indeed, as he pressed and stroked her, she felt her juices soaking through the thin layer of cotton.

She yelped as she suddenly felt Itaru’s teeth lightly scrape across her breast and his left hand tweaked her nipple, as if he didn’t want to be forgotten. A shot of pleasure coursed through her and she felt her back arch off the floor.

“Nnnnng, I-Itaru!”

Before she could recover, she let out a gasp as Tsumugi’s finger moved the panel of her underwear aside and plunged a single finger into her.

“Ah… ah…. Ts-Tsumugi…!” She could feel a gush of hot liquid ooze out of her opening at the sudden entry.

It all felt so good. The sensation of both Itaru playing with her breasts, and the steady pump of Tsumugi’s finger inside of her. She could feel a pressure building up inside the depths of her stomach and she let out another loud, wanton moan.

“… Izumi… Izumi… Wake up, Izumi…!”

Tsumugi gently shook Izumi’s shoulder as she whimpered again in her sleep, but she wasn’t stirring from her slumber.

They had moved the young director to the coach when she’d fallen asleep in her chair about half an hour ago. But, suddenly, they heard her groaning and calling their names. They could see that she was squirming on the couch and was panting heavily. Concerned, they had decided to check on her.

“She seems to be having a bad dream… Should we try harder to wake her up?” Tsumugi questioned, looking up at Itaru.

“Hmmm, yeah, she’s sweating a bit, maybe she’s getting sick… it would be better for her to sleep in her bed—” Itaru started to respond, but was interrupted by Izumi. Moaning his name. In a very, very erotic voice.

“Nnnnng, I-Itaru!”

Itaru’s eyes widened in shock. The young director’s brows scrunched up and her lips were parted in a pant. He had never seen such an expression on her face before. And the way she had moaned his name sent blood rushing to his groin. He immediately clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle the choking sound he had made. He had no idea what she was dreaming about, but she was giving him bad ideas and his mind was about to kick into overdrive—

A moment later, she let out another moan.

“Ah… ah…. Ts-Tsumugi…!”

Tsumugi immediately felt his face flush. He was sure that if he looked in a mirror, his face would be red as a tomato. His eyes instinctively flickered to the juncture of her thighs as she clenched her legs together in another squirm. He felt his brain short-circuiting as his imagination jumped to the most inappropriate conclusion—NO, he couldn’t just assume that! Maybe she was dreaming about something else. Though he was secretly hoping that she really was dreaming about him—

“I-I’ll wake her up!” Tsumugi nearly shouted, cutting off his train of thought, his voice cracking in his desperation to cover up his embarrassment.

He quickly shook her shoulder, a little rougher this time.

“Izumi! Wake up!!” he said again, probably louder than he intended.

Finally, Izumi’s eyes snapped open, and she saw Itaru and Tsumugi staring down at her, both looking at her with anxious faces. Maybe she was still groggy, but they also looked quite red-faced.

One second passed in silence as she stared at the two men. And then another. And then, two things hit her like a truck. One, she remembered every detail of her dream. Two, she became distinctly aware that her panties were soaking wet. She could not believe it. She had never had such an intensely vivid and sexual dream before. In fact, this was the first time she could even remember having a wet dream at all. A wet dream about the two men who were crouching right in front of her!!

Izumi shot up into an upright position, heart racing and face flushing furiously.

“I-I’m so s-sorry I fell asleep! I-I’m not feeling well, so I’m going to go back to my room!” she quickly stammered out before swinging herself off the couch.

“Have a good night!” she added quickly before she stumbled out of the lounge and practically ran to her room, leaving behind two very hot and bothered tutors.

I can’t believe this trash fire is my first contribution to the A3! fandom, hahaha. I’m sorrynotsorry for this. I had way too much fun writing this, so I hope you enjoyed it as well!

-Anmitsu