#so it'll have to wait until summer vacation

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God i want to write a raine whispers character study SO BAD.

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In a Summer Haze

CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Happy 4/20, 🥰 (belated by a few hours because I passed out 😏 yesterday before finishing the fic)

Warnings: Drugs (Weed): Shotgunning

Smut: Mommy(N), Oral (R), Fingering (R), Overstimulation, Double Sided Strap (R/N).

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha truly loved everything about you.

Like the way your nose scrunched up when she'd tell you a silly joke, or how you'd pull the car over to guide ducks through traffic, but her favorite thing was how you smiled when you settled into her embrace after every long day.

What she especially loved though, was how pliant you were for her. If she wanted to try something new, you were always on board.

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Marijuana wasn't new to the redhead, but it is for you, and with how long it's been for her it'll likely have the same sort of effect on her. It's something she hadn't dabbled with since she graduated college all those years ago. Starting a company took too much time and energy, she hadn't the time for such frivolities as the CEO.

Until now that is, she was waiting for you to return from the kitchen in your Summer beach house as she rolled a fat joint. This was the first time she'd been on vacation in over a decade, she hadn't gone off since she started working. Natasha was a workaholic to her core, and if not for you she'd never stop and smell the bud.

"One scotch on the rocks for the hottie in my bed," you sang as you entered the room, "and a virgin Shirley Temple for me of course."

"Your bed?"

"If I didn't make you buy this place, it wouldn't be either of ours," you affirmed with a glare, "Plus, what's yours is mine, remember?" you flashed your ring at her as you slipped her the drink, and softly pecked her lips, pulling back with a refined grimace at the way she tasted.

Natasha chuckled, "It might not taste the best, but trust me detka, best orgasm of your life."

"How would you know?" You huffed, sending her a warning glare as you settled down on your side of the bed, she only smirked, "I lived many a life before you Y/N," she paused her talking to seal the joint, holding steady eye contact with you as she licked across the paper, then she used her fingers to seal it seamlessly.

"Which comes with experience," she finally continued on, she placed the joint between her fingers and slowly crawled across the mattress until she was straddling your lap. With her free hand she cupped your face, slowly running her thumb over the apple of your cheek with clear affection, "This life is my favorite though."

"Natty," you softly aired your insecurities with only a whisper of her nickname, "Shh, don't overthink it moya lyubov', just relax for me."

Natasha lit the tip of the pristinely rolled joint, she allowed the embers to burn until the smell of the ganja flitted between the both of you.

"Watch me," she lifted the joint to her lips, her eyes stayed locked in on yours as she inhaled with careful precision. You nearly killed her with just how adorable you looked, as if you were still that bright young intern at her company learning the ropes. Your brows were deeply furrowed, and your nose was scrunched as your eyes drank her in. "Your turn detka."

Natasha flipped the joint, she held it up to your lips, and after a moment of intense staring you took the wetted piece between your lips and sucked hesitantly. For a second it was going well, but you overdid the pull before Nat could take the joint from you, and now you were spluttering as smoke billowed from your lips.

"Gotta pace yourself detka," she mused, and you looked to her through your bleary eyes to see as she took yet another hit without a hitch.

"How are you so good?" You whined, and she chuckled softly as an idea came to her, "Here," she gripped your chin, nails softly digging into the thin skin as she did, you watched her take another slow drag off the joint, the embers at the end a bright orange as they crackled loud enough to fill the deafening silence. Natasha used her free thumb to part your lips, and before you knew it she was transferring the clouds of smoke to you through a soft kiss.

Something about focusing on her pillow soft lips made the process much easier. She softly whispered for you to inhale, and this time you did so without a need to break the kiss apart. Natasha used that to her advantage as she slid her tongue over yours, and was rewarded with a desperate moan that even she unexpected.

Everything was on a new level, you'd never felt anything like this in your life, and you were still deciding if you wanted to again. This sort of heaviness had settled into your limbs, it felt like if you tried to stand they'd be like cement blocks stationing you in place. Then in direct contrast every nerve in your body was alit, the callouses of Natasha's fingers normally were unnoticeable as they trailed over your skin, but as she runs them over your arms you shivered.

"How you feeling detka?" Natasha was amused, she could see the haze in your eyes had set in within mere minutes. She's sure you didn't even realize it, but you'd been sat there with your lips parted ever since the kiss ended.

Mindlessly waiting for more she hopes...

"Like a caterpillar," you noted seriously, and she nearly chocked on the heavy cloud of smoke she was holding in her lungs, "How so?"

"I, hm," you paused to think, it was your truth, but as is the case for most you couldn't fathom how to explain it, "Colorful," you tried, and then you pouted as she giggled in your face.

"I'm not going to tell you if you're being mean!"

Natasha set the burning joint down carefully on the bedside table, then she cupped your cheeks, "I'm not being mean, now go on."

You sighed, "You know how they scrunch their bodies to move?" she nodded with a practiced straight face, "Well, it kinda feels like my brain is doing that just to think. Like it's squeezing tight, then it's just flopping down as if we ran a marathon. Up. Down. Up. Down. It's strange."

Natasha nodded with a smirk, she went to lean in for a kiss but apparently you weren't done, "Also, they eat leaves, and now I smoke them."

Natasha snorted, "Yeah, you do," she reached over to the table to put the joint out for now, "My sweet little lightweight," she teased.

Before you could protest her very true to form statement she captured your lips with hers.

Never in your life did you imagine anything could be better than kissing your wife, but in this moment you realized the only thing better than kissing her, is doing it while being high.

There was a dull ache steadily increasing in between your legs the more she kissed you. Her tongue simply devoured your mouth as you put up no fight, and her hips ground into yours in a calculated motion, building you up unbearably.

"Please..." You begged, and the woman was grinning from ear to ear, "What is it detka?"

A whimper left you as she'd stopped touching you so intimately, you desired having her close. Natasha's pupils were blown, and you weren't sure if your eyes were deceiving you or not, but it appeared like the light green hue darkened.

"I need you mommy," you canted your hips up, pulling a surprised groan from your lover as she too was overly sensitive, "Wanna be your last best orgasm, please, make us the best!"

"You're already my best detka," she attempted to peck your worries away, and in a move to speed the previously tedious process along she trailed her lips over the taut skin of your jaw, her hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt and in one fluid motion the fabric was gone.

"Mommy's going to take such good care of you detka," she whispered hotly against the column of your throat, the hot air she expelled had you squirming as it fanned across your skin. Nat giggled as she felt the way your throat shivered beneath her lips, you'd moaned when her teeth scraped over your skin, "Such a sensitive girl."

The journey to between the apex of your thighs was provocatively slow, her focus on your breasts had you writhing, but you held no real complaints. Every mark she sucked into your skin only brought you closer to your release. Natasha had barely touched you but you felt like you were on the verge of combusting.

"Fuck, you taste so good detka," Natasha lost the need to tease you as soon as her tongue slid over the plush skin of your thigh. Your essence was intoxicating in taste and smell, she inhaled deeply, as if she could hold onto your scent forever this way, her chest was now heaving with such an intense need. A need for you.

Natasha buried her face between your thighs. There was an unlocked carnality to the way her tongue moved through your folds. She's always been a passionate lover, but this went deeper. The woman wasn't even coming up for air, and that willingness of hers to suffocate just to taste you brought you crashing over a blissful edge.

That success didn't stop her either, your bodies writhing and your screaming only encouraged her as she fucked you straight through your orgasm. Natasha was honestly drunk on you, like you were the finest Bordeaux and she was savoring every last drop. Through countless orgasms she continued to eat you out like a fiend, the way tremors of your thighs rippled against her face blew her massive ego up.

Once you reached a point of overstimulation, your legs having tightened around her head in a way that made her dizzy beyond belief, she decided it was best she showed your cunt some momentary mercy. She slowly curled her tongue while buried deep inside you, and as more of your essence spilled from within you she greedily lapped it all up for a final time.

When she finally pried your legs open she was lifting her head up to look at your expression. Your face was a picturesque reflection of bliss. There was a glaze to your bloodshot eyes that gradually tipped over the edge, the tears of satisfaction enhanced your beauty really. After your gasping had tempered you wore a smile, and Natasha mirrored it as she hovered above.

“How you feeling now?” Natasha chuckled when you rolled your eyes, “Like a happy caterpillar, maybe soon I’ll be a butterfly.”

“Oh, I can help you fly baby,” you quirked a brow, and the redhead winked before giving you a nonverbal answer, her fingers entered you and that had your back flying off the bed.

"Oh God," you cried out as she thrusted her fingers into you with little regard to your increased sensitivity, “Oh fuck,” if anything she was exploiting this limited timed response.

Natasha found your inability to speak amusing, the profanities you were just screaming faded out into incoherent babbling interrupted only by involuntary growls from deep within you. There had never been a moment like this for you two before, Natasha was a premium lover, but this experience was clearly next level.

Natasha swiveled her thumb over your clit, "There you go detka," Natasha husked hotly against your lips as you shrieked against hers, "Scream for me Y/N, scream for mommy."

Natasha watched you coming undone, propped up on her elbow she watched with rapt eyes as your mouth flew open, and eyes screwed shut.

"Open your eyes," she tapped your temple, and you hazily obliged, "Such pretty eyes detka," she smiled at you with relative ease, as if she didn't even have to focus on her hand that was jackhammering into you. Holding eye contact with her as she fucked you was dizzying, add on the way she dripped onto your thigh, and it launched you into the best orgasm of your life.

Successfully topping herself as the title holder. She’s long since ruined you for anyone else.

There was nothing more beautiful than seeing you with your lips parted, a melody of moans leaving your lips via your throat as your eyes rolled back into your head so far she was sure you could see your brain. As you worked on coming down from such a glorious high your lover sweetly peppered your face with kisses.

Once your were relatively cognizant she met your lips for a sweet, sensual kiss. There wasn’t much of a rush for either of you to part, you were quite enjoying this moment of reprieve. Because as great as she made you feel just now, you honestly needed a break, and tasting your essence on her tongue was helping to build your dying arousal back up. Something you weren’t used to either, usually after about five big O’s you were ready to tap out, but the drugs coursing in your system surged your libido on.

“Mommy wants to fuck you with her cock,” Natasha growled out her desires as you’d just separated to breathe, she felt you tense a bit, “Come on detka,” Natasha pleaded with a pout, “Just one more, please, mommy needs this.”

You meekly nodded, you could never deny the woman such relief. Not when she worked as hard as she did to provide a life for the both of you, and it’s not like it came at your expense. Her pleasure came with promises of your own.

Natasha slid the strap inside of herself, she nearly buckled at the knees due to the large intrusion, but she managed to hobble back over to the bed where she slid your end into you slowly, with a care you could feel in your chest.

“Can I move?” You could hear the strain in her voice, she was desperate, that much you knew as her slick cunt was pressed atop of yours. She was also considerate, so even if she wanted to fuck you both into a state of bliss, she would wait until you’d adjusted to your longer side.

“Go ahead mommy,” you sighed, “I’m ready.”

Natasha pecked your lips, a silent thank you, before she pulled out, walls clenching around her end to keep it more sturdy as she rammed her hips back into yours. With every thrust her ability to hold her end dwindled, instead she began to let it remain anchored in your cunt while she chased her overdue orgasm down.

Seeing Natasha in such a state only drove you crazier, her hands held your hips in a bruising manner as she chased down what was owed to her without holding back. In an attempt to help you clenched hard and rutted up to meet her thrust down, and that seemed to do the trick. Natasha bit into your neck to conceal her screams of pleasure, and as her walls held the strap tight in their fluttering state she was able to throw you over as she was calming down.

The two of you moved together, helping to prolong the both of your euphoric states until you were whining due to sensitivity. Natasha nuzzled her face against the side of your neck, her tongue prodded at the drops of blood that were dribbling from the mark she’d just left. A soft wince came from you as she lathed her warm tongue over the marred skin to soothe it.

“You did so good for mommy,” she coo’d as her lips kissed a line up your neck until the slotted perfectly against yours. The taste of your arousal mixed with undertones of copper laced your tastebuds as she explored your mouth. It was a slow kiss until it wasn’t, a momentum picked up as her nipples brushed over yours, you could feel your walls fluttering around the strap again, but when her hips moved you felt more pain than pleasure, so you whimpered.

“Shh, it’s okay love,” she pressed a kiss to your cheek before nuzzling her face back into your neck, “Get some rest, you’ll need your strength for round two where mommy plans to ride your pretty little face, my precious built in throne.”

Natasha’s heart fluttered alongside your soft giggles, they were her favorite sound to elicit. While laying atop of you she can’t help but feel grateful that she gave you a chance, that she let herself love something more than her career. Because you’ve now opened her life up to a joy she never would’ve imagined possible, and one she couldn’t fathom living without anymore.

“Mommy,” you called out to her after a few minutes and she hummed tiredly, “Yes detka?”

“I feel like a pretty butterfly now,” you admit, your high clearly still lingering, “You are a very beautiful butterfly, now close your eyes detka.”

“I love you very much,” you whispered, and the redhead smiled, “I love you most Y/N.”

“Nuh uh,” you denied with a shake of your body that jostled the tired woman, “Go to sleep Y/N!” Natasha groaned, and you giggled wildly beneath her, “Oh God, you’re a total giggler.”

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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒕

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: Every summer, he's a little taller. Every summer, his voice is a little deeper, a little richer. Every summer he's more handsome. And as you both grow together, so does your love.

A story of love blooming between two individuals over many, many summers.

Chapter Warnings: **Depictions of Drowning** - read with caution

Choso Art By: NC9__

AN: I've been itching to write a Choso only fic lately and I've had this summertime romance fic in my head for the last few days that I thought he'd be good in! It'll be a childhood friends to lovers shortfic (like five chapters) and I hope you all enjoy! Here's the prologue!

**Also while not all chapters contain adult content, the themes of this story are targeted towards adults, so minors DNI please.

You were nine years old when you laid eyes on the ocean for the first time. 

You remember it clear as day, your parents' sudden turn of fortune allowing them to splurge on more luxurious things. Suddenly you were gifted with new toys, new clothes and shoes, new furniture in your home. And your parents…well, they decided to purchase a beach house for vacations. So fun. So exciting. So new. You’d never gone on family vacations before unless it was to visit your grandparents. That was boring. But this…this was something new and shiny and wonderful.

You’d never been so excited to get in the car and go, your mouth moving a mile a minute as you bombarded your poor mother with questions along the way. After many hours of curling up in the car for naps, many pit stops and what seemed like an entire day to your young mind, you finally arrive at your new vacation home. 

Your dad unloads all of your bags as you bounce around the house. It’s homey, comfortable, already furnished and most importantly, you can see the ocean from your living room windows. You watch the waves roll in one after another, barely able to contain your excitement. You beg your parents to take you to the beach, to let you see the ocean as close as you can. After some negotiating (unpacking your bag and a quick snack), your mother rushes you off to the beach, leaving your father to inspect the rest of the house.

“We’ll have a girls day. Just you and me,” your mother beams, holding your hand tight as you descend the stairs from the pier.

There is so much to take in here: seagulls screeching in the distance, the crashing of waves rolling into each other, jet skis zipping past, all new sounds filling your little ears. The graininess of the sand between your toes, the warmth and softness as it runs through your fingers. An hour later, after many sandcastles and moats have been built, you stand where the sand meets the ocean, barefoot with wide eyes drinking in the vast amount of water ahead of you. The soft foam of the rolling water kisses the tips of your toes before crawling back out to sea. 

Your mother has gone to get you both drinks at the boardwalk, the sun finally beginning to drain you both. Before leaving, she made you promise to stay seated under the beach umbrella until she gets back. Any other day, you would listen. You really would. You’d stay glued to your spot, waiting patiently for your mother to return. But this is your first time at the beach. Of course you want to know more about this massive wonder only a few steps away. So your tiny feet inch forward. 

The sudden chill of the water makes you gasp in shock when you feel how much colder it is in contrast to the scorching sand on your feet just seconds prior. It takes you a moment to adjust, shivering slightly as you wade forward. The water soon reaches above your knees, the push and pull of the current sending more shivers up your body as the cold reaches higher and higher. The current pulls and you lose your footing for the briefest of seconds before it pushes you back to standing. You giggle, deciding you love the ocean more than you’d thought.

You wish you knew how to swim. You think you’d swim all the way to where the sky meets the ocean if you could. The horizon. That’s what you remember your mother calling it just earlier when you’d arrived. You decide you’ll ask your mother for lessons when she gets back. But for now, you’ll only go out until the water reaches your waist. That won’t be too bad. You push forward, your heart pounding happily as your little mind rapidly fires off questions you hope to soon have answers to. 

I wonder how much water is in the ocean?

Can I drink it?

What’s that smell?

Why is wet sand so squishy?

What if there’s mermaids?

Or what if there’s a shark?

All of your thoughts are racing through your head so fast, you don’t realize you’re inching further and further, deeper and deeper into the waters. Eyes locked on the horizon, you fail to notice how deep you’ve gone…until your footing is lost beneath you. You feel yourself drop, feet hitting soft sand, your face barely above water enough to breathe but you launch yourself up, gasping in an attempt to get as much air as you can. And then you’re down again, feet kicking, toes pointed to the point of cramping, desperately trying to find the ground again and only sinking further. A dark shadow rises to loom over and you peer up just in time to let out a shrill cry as a wave comes crashing down on you not a second later. 

The first thing you feel is frozen, the sudden iciness of the deep waters shocking you to the point you can’t move. You try to inhale, only resulting in your lungs being filled with fluids. But it’s enough to make you move, your arms and legs thrashing wildly as you try to resurface to no avail. 

You peer up again. The reflection of the sky above waves tauntingly at you, teasing you by being just within arms reach, and still you are unable to get to it. You can just barely make out the rays of sun over the surface of the water, your eyes burning with an intensity you’ve never experienced before in your nine short years on this earth. You wave your arms, kick your legs, try your hardest to get closer to those rays only to feel yourself sinking lower, getting further.

Your lungs are on fire, ears throbbing with the roaring whoosh of water as the ocean pounds against your eardrums relentlessly. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, not even able to enjoy the relief it brings your eyes as you stupidly try to breathe again. You can’t even help it. Your body is doing what it knows to do, what it needs to survive. 

And you, at the tender age of nine, soon begin to realize that even as your body fights, your chances of survival are minimal.

You wish you knew how to swim.

Your head hurts, the pain beginning to seep into your bones as your limbs tingle. Everything hurts as the undercurrent of the waves tosses you back and forth, rolls and twists your body painfully. But more than anything, your heart hurts as your mothers face comes to mind. 

The disappointment and fear she’ll surely feel when she comes back and sees you’ve moved from your place under the umbrella. That you broke your promise to her and now you’re nowhere to be seen. 

You see your dad’s face, twisted with agony when he gets the news. 

Even as your nine year old heart comes to terms with your impending demise, you can only wonder if your mom will be angry with you. You hope she won’t be. You hope she’ll know how sorry you are. That you should have listened. You should have stayed.

You wish you knew how to swim.

The burning in your lungs subsides. The muffled noise of breaking waves fades. And your mind stops racing. Your mind just…stops altogether. There are no thoughts lingering in your head, no more fear, no more pain. You’re just there, floating in the abyss. 

And then you feel it, a lifeline hooking itself quite literally to your shirt, yanking you up and out of the depths below and guiding you roughly to the surface as the ocean tries to drag you back. You feel the rays of the sun warm your skin again, the heat radiating all the way to the marrow of your bones. The gusts of wind slapping against your face quite literally revive you; a visceral cough racking through your body. It’s disgusting, putrid, all the salt water stinging both your throat and your nostrils as you retch, gag and expel the remnants from your body.

You feel your back gently hit the sand, someone’s small hands holding your face as they hover over you. You can’t see straight, your vision blurring as you squeeze your eyes open and shut to rid yourself of the salt water still assaulting your corneas. 

Whoever is holding you is talking, but it’s muffled. You can barely make out anything they’re saying. They’re holding your hand, pressing their ear against your nose, talking to you and you can just make out a “someone’s coming to help you”. Then there’s another person crouching next to you. They grab you, pulling you to them, holding you so tight you almost feel like you’re underwater again. And it takes no time at all for you to realize it’s your mother: the familiar warmth of her body, a heartbeat you’ve known since before birth. There’s no doubt in your mind it’s her. She’s not angry with you like you thought she’d be but you can hear the fear in her trembling voice when she speaks to the person you assume saved you.

Your mother swipes at your eyes and your vision clears, your gaze focusing only on her. Then she dips her fingers into your ears and you feel the water spill from them, her voice becoming clearer. Next to you, the person who pulled you from the water speaks, voice soft as they ask if you’re alright.

You tilt your head from your mothers chest to give a tiny nod. With clear eyes, you can finally see their face. It’s just a boy, a kid maybe your age or a year older. He’s got wide brown eyes that stare straight into yours as he inches closer to you and your mother. His dark hair is wild and unkempt, tied up in two pigtails. Even wet, they poke out every which way. 

“You almost died,” he gasps, not bothering to filter himself. “You gotta pay attention out there!”

“You saved her?” Your mother asks, and you can hear the shakiness in her voice still. The little boy nods.

“Yep! Me and my brothers were playing over there–” he points off to the side where two younger boys and a small baby sit under a large umbrella. 

“What’s your name?” Your mother questions.

“Choso,” the boy answers with a wide grin. He’s got a large gap where one of his front teeth should be and it makes you smile. “I take care of my brothers when we come to the beach, so I’m always watching to make sure they don’t get hurt. I saw a wave take her under so I went to help and–”

He’s cut off by your mother suddenly yanking him into her embrace, squeezing you two together tightly. “Thank you,” your mother sobs into his hair. “Thank you so much. You could’ve died, too. You have to be careful, too. Both of you. You have to be careful.”

She holds him and you to her chest, sobbing in joy and relief that you are both okay, both safe. You feel strange, your mom cradling you in one arm and this stranger you just met two minutes ago in the other. But your eyes find Choso and he doesn’t seem to be sharing the same sentiment. He looks shy, embarrassed, his cheeks a bright crimson as your mom continuously thanks him for saving you, calls him your guardian angel.

His gaze meets yours, brown eyes swimming with what you think are tears and he gives you a shy smile that you just as shyly return. You know from that moment that you will be seeing Choso again. And though the day did not turn out as expected, when you crawl into bed that night and replay the events of the day, you think the day turned out even better. 

You think back to the look on Choso’s face when your mother held him, thanking him profusely. She wanted to meet his parents to thank them as well, and was surprised to know that his mother and father were not around much and so the brothers entertained themselves for the most part. This wouldn’t do, so your mother took him and his brothers home after treating them to dinner. You think about the tender smile Choso gifted you with when you agreed to come back to the pier to play with him and his brothers later in the week. Yes, you could say today was a good day. And you were hoping to have many more with Choso.

You were nine years old when you laid eyes on the ocean for the first time.

And you’d almost died.

But you were also nine years old when you were saved from that same ocean. 

And you laid eyes on the love of your life for the first time.

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August 16, 2019 (Davis's last Friday of his Summer vacation):

(Davis (in Scorpi's body) and Chao are shown on the steps, looking exhausted from the heat. Squiddo of the Flexers walks up to them)

Davis: So, any idea on what's going on?

Squiddo: Well, some Electroid kids decided to overload the AC system. Now it's broken.

Chao: Can you fix it?

Squiddo: Yes, but it'll probably take until at least Sunday. So I'm afraid you're just gonna have to wait this out until then...

Davis: Oh come on! Seriously?

Squiddo: Davis, we're doing the best we can to fix the problem, okay?

Davis: *sigh* Okay...

(Squiddo walks off)

Davis: Let's just get to our next short of the night with "Trevor! in Journey to Sector 5-G".

Chao: Yeah, I second that...

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For this week, we spent most of the night showing different CN pilots from the early 2000s (specifically ones that aired as part of CCF's Big Pick).

Surprisingly, we got away with airing the pilot of Megas XLR (originally known as "Lowbrow"), even though the show was written off for taxes, meaning it could legally never air again anywhere.

And yes, as I said back in October, our personal Fridays set was based on the set from the Powerhouse Era back in 2003 (as seen by the coloring of the walls, and the picture of Townsville in the window).

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Hi! Could you do a Shibaman x Reader? Reader and Shibaman are childhood friends. They like each other but they don't know that. They are out together with Tsuji and Todoroki and Reader gets hit on by a random guy from another school making her uncomfortable. Shibaman steps in and tells him to back off. They finally confess to each other.

This is so cute omg my heart is fluttering!!

Thank you for the request and I apologize for the wait!

I hope you enjoy!!

Much love ~ ember

My Girl

Pairing: Shibaman x fem!reader

Wc: 1.58k

Warnings: so so much fluff

Today feels off. Not necessarily in a bad way, it just feels different. You are on your way to meet up with your best friend, Shibaman, at your favorite coffee shop. The two of you have grown up together. Your parents were high school friends, so naturally the two of you became very close to each other. But today feels different.

Despite going to different high schools, you and Shibaman have diligently kept a schedule of meeting up once a week, at a minimum. It wasn't until now that you realized, it is becoming more common to meet up with him. Rather than once a week, it's closer to three to four times a week. Not that you are complaining, it's just different for the two of you to see each other so much, while going to different schools.

Today, for some reason, you have butterflies in your stomach thinking about meeting up with Shibaman. It’s out of the norm for you to get butterflies thinking about anyone, but today, it feels different. Walking to the coffee shop, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach increasing, yet as you are greeted with a smile and a wave from Shibaman, all of it disappears, and it's as if the two of you are the only two in the world. It's always been like that. Whenever you see him, you instantly feel better. Even still with familiar feelings, something is different about today.

Today, his eyes are a little brighter, his smile a little wider, and his demeanor is more invested in you, even just walking up to him. He seems much more excited than normal. Today is different, but it's a good difference.

At the coffee shop, the two of you talk about anything and everything together. Everything from how your days went, to the fights that are happening at Oya High, even random conspiracy theories that you think of on the spot. And the entire time, his eyes are glued to you, without a single care of the other people around the two of you.

What you didn't know is that Shibaman has discovered that he has been in love with you for almost the entirety of your time in high school. The summer before your first year of high school, you and your family went abroad for a summer vacation. You personally did not see much of a change, but when you returned, Shibaman saw a different woman, with the same personality you had before. He saw a woman who had seen new things, and experienced new experiences. A woman who was smart, and strong. Mature, yet still able to let out her inner child when she wanted to. He didn’t realize it at that moment, but he saw the woman that he has always wanted to be with. Of course, he didn’t tell you, and he doesn’t plan to until he knows how you feel about him.

Seeing his eyes fixated on you, taking in every word that you speak, as if it'll be the last time he hears you makes you blush from across the table, something that he won't comment on, but will notice immediately, that you feel something too, but he is still unsure.

After about an hour of the two of you talking and hanging out, Tsuji and Todoroki walk into the coffee shop. Seeing that they are eying you, you bring it to Shibamans attention, not knowing that the three of them are always together, and that you are the only person he sees other than the two of them. He waves them over, and introduces you to them.

“Todoroki, Tsuji, this is y/n, my best friend.” He says with a small hint of a smile, yet his eyes are staring daggers at the other two.

“Nice to finally meet you, y/n.” Todoroki says, giving you a small smile, and pulling up a chair.

“Yeah, I’m glad we finally get to meet the girl Shibaman won't shut up about.” Tsuji says with a smirk that disappears immediately when he looks at Shibaman. You missed it, but Shibaman was looking at him as if he was going to end his whole world.

The four of you sit in the coffee shop for a while longer, enjoying each other's company, unaware that your regular hangout with Shibaman would soon be all four of you. After sitting with them for about two hours, you finally departed to complete your nightly duties, homework and such, with the promise to meet up in a couple days with all of them again.

As the days pass, you become closer with Todoroki and Tsuji, as well as still have some days alone with Shibaman. But that unfamiliar feeling continues as well. The butterflies now accompanied by thoughts of how great a boyfriend Shibaman would be. What you didn’t know, is that he has been thinking the same thing for years now. He wants to be with you so bad, but he doesn’t know how you feel, not yet at least.

Hanging out with the Todoroki Faction of Oya High is something that you rather enjoy. No matter where you go, you have the sense of protection, and you know that the boys would do anything to protect you. It actually almost landed the boys in a holding cell multiple times. They protect you, and you support and take care of them after they get into fights. In the months that you have been hanging out with the three of them, you have never felt more safe.

The four of you decided to go to the local carnival for a night of junk food and games that nobody ever wins. Walking around with them, the people who knew who you were with didn’t dare get in your way, as you jump from one carnival game to the next, until you find one that you want to try. Finally you come across ski-ball, something that you have a secret talent for.

“Hey, y/n, we’re gonna go get some food, do you want anything?” Shibaman asks, knowing he won’t be able to pull you away from the game.

“Can you get me a funnel cake please?” You ask, earning a hum of approval, and a small smile from the tall boy.

The guys were gone for about twenty minutes, and that was just enough time for a guy from Suzuran to take notice of you. Not knowing who he would soon be dealing with, he walks up confidently, and starts up a light conversation with you, to which you didn’t think much of. It wasn’t until he started getting a little too close that you began to feel uncomfortable.

Before you know it, Shibaman is by your side, taking immediate notice of your uncomfort.

“Y/n, can you hold the food? I think him and I need to have a conversation. Todoroki, Tsuji, stay with her, this won’t take long.” He said with a tone colder than you’ve ever heard from him.

As the two of them walk away, you are left with Todoroki and Tsuji, who are clearly on edge, and are guarding you as if you are from the royal family. You’ve seen the boys fight, but this was different. This energy was something you’ve never felt from the three of them.

They know about Suzuran, however you’ve never heard of the school before. When Todoroki explains that Suzuran is one school that nobody messes with, you’re immediately on edge with them. To your surprise, Shibaman returns with minimal injuries, though he does have a black eye and a busted lip. He walks up with an odd sort of pep in his step, considering he just got into a fight.

“Well, should we go find another game?” He asks, keeping his full attention on you, as he awaits your reply.

“Yeah but only a couple more, it’s getting a little late.” You say, grabbing onto his arm. He knows you’re on edge after seeing him come back after being punched, so he lets it happen. However, the butterflies in his stomach, and the light pink that is dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two.

As the night continues, you find yourself alone with Shibaman. Todoroki and Tsuji left for their homes, and you took Shibaman to your house to help him get cleaned up. Sitting across from him with a wet rag and some bandages for his lip. He can’t help but stare at your beauty as you focus on cleaning him up. As he stares at you, you finally look at him, seeing how deeply in admiration he is of you. You feel the heat illuminate from your cheeks, and you turn away, hoping he didn’t see you blush.

In his typical calm manner, he lightly cups your cheek in his hand and brings your eyes back to his. Before you even know what to think, his lips meet yours is a soft, sweet kiss. Pulling away you stare at him, unable to form a coherent thought. You find yourself pulling him in for another kiss, this one gentle yet passionate. After a moment, you pull away, and lean your forehead against his.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He says giving you a soft smile.

“I’m happy you did, finally.” You giggle in response.

“By the way, you’re my girl now.” He says looking into your eyes.

“I always have been.”

[jooniperbonsai]

Posting Schedule, Updates, & Announcements

Hello!

Dropping in to give some important updates and news!

First of all, I'll be heading to Seoul in a little over a week and will be gone until April 5th! My birthday happens during that span so I am finally having a much-needed vacation and celebration. I look forward to all your messages and comments because....

I've been working on Chapter 3 and that should be out before the end of this week! So far it's sitting around 10k in terms of length, but I feel like I still have a way's to go so bear with me! I want it up before my trip.

Finally, I have some exciting news:

You can anticipate at least two more fics heading your way this spring and summer. One shots? Series? Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see where these projects take me.

Coming this April:

I'll Give You the Sun (sundeity!Hoseok and moondeity!reader (afab)) (s, a, f)

"I'd give you the sun if you asked me You could have all of the time You could have the stars and the trees When dividin' up the universe You could have mine." -"j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you)" by Delaney Bailey

Destined to fulfill an ancient prophecy claiming he will ascend into greatness on the day of the kingdom's first total solar eclipse, Hoseok is jaded and cynical over his lack of choice in becoming the king and god of the Solar Kingdom. He's even less pleased that his coronation is to be shared with the future king of the Lunar Kingdom, whose family has held shaky ties with his since the creation of the universe.

But when the moon fully overtakes the sun and bathes everything in darkness, the ascension of gods and kings doesn't seem to be all the that the fates prophesied. Now Hoseok is a god, a king, and bound to you, the true Queen and Goddess of the Lunar Kingdom.

Coming Late Spring/Early Summer:

Vienna Waits for You (vampire!taehyung and vampire!reader (afab)) (s, a, f)

Slow down you crazy child Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two (oooh) When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? -"Vienna" by Billy Joel

It’s lust. It’s power. It’s drugs. It’s him. The way he can look at someone and know not just what they want, but what they need. Money, sex, freedom. It's all the same, the way humans will trade themselves away thinking they're buying time. But he knows that's how none of this works.

Time. That's something he knew you didn't have. Still, he gave it to you, even though it wasn't his to give. Now, while he owns the streets of Paris, his past choices are coming back to haunt him and he can't run from the memory of a life he once loved, and all the things he left back in Vienna, including you.

->This fic is within the same universe as My Bloody Valentine. While you don't have to read it, it'll provide a lot of context from the first one

I hope you are ready to love these characters as much I do. I am so excited to continue developing them. Despite my side ventures into other stories, I am having a blast writing Thanks for the Sub, and I hope my lovely Jin biases out there are feeling fed and appreciated (don't worry Jimin, Yoongi, and fellow Namjoon biases, there's ideas in the works for you too). I don't plan on abandoning that project any time soon.

Thanks again for all the love on past chapters of TFTS and My Bloody Valentine. Please give the next chapter of TFTS lots of love when it comes out. -h

[cloveswifey]

The Holiday

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader!pregnant x Amelia!Daughter

Type: Fluff

Words: 1.7k

Y/N and Rafe were excitedly getting their daughter Amelia ready for their family vacation to Spain.

They had been planning this trip for months, and it was finally time to head to the Washington House to meet their family Sarah and Topper to start their adventure.

Y/N was packing the last of their suitcases while Rafe was getting Amelia ready to go. "Are we going yet?" Amelia asked impatiently, as she danced around the living room in her new summer dress.

"Not yet, sweetie," Y/N replied. "But we'll be on our way soon. Are you excited to go to Spain and see the beach?"

Amelia nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! And I can't wait to see auntie Sarah and uncle Topper too!" She smiled, a gapped toothy grin.

As they gathered their bags and prepared to head out the door, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she had forgotten something. Rafe noticed the look on her face and asked, "What's up pretty girl?"

"I feel like I'm forgetting something," Y/N said, wracking her brain.

"Did you pack your swimsuit and your pregnancy pillow?" Rafe asked.

"No, I packed that already," Y/N replied.

"Did you remember to bring Amelia's teddy bear?" Rafe suggested.

Y/N's face lit up. "That's it! I almost forgot."

With Amelia's favorite stuffed animal in tow, they made their way to the Washington House. As they arrived, they were greeted with hugs and excitement from Sarah and Topper.

"I missed you guys!" Sarah said as she ran up to y/n to hug her. "Hi gorgeous girl, are you exited." She smiled to the small girl on y/n's hip.

"Yeah!" She squealed in excitement.

"She can't wait to explore the beaches and go on the slides." Y/n spoke.

"And sandcastles!" Amelia added.

"That sounds like a great idea." Y/n gasped, "We'll have to find a beach where we can do that."

"Do you have any other plans for things you want to do while we're in Spain?" Sarah asked.

Topper and Rafe loaded up the car as the three chattered away excitedly in the backseat.

As they were on their way to the airport, Rafe tried his best to entertain Amelia in the car. He started to sing her favorite song, but Amelia was not interested and instead looked outside the window.

"Hey, princess, do you want me to tell you a story?" Rafe asked, trying to catch her attention.

Amelia turned her head towards her dad and said, "Yes, please! Can you tell me about a princess and a dragon?"

"Sure thing," Rafe replied with a chuckle. He got into the story and began to weave a tale of a brave hot-headed princess who confronted an evil dragon terrorizing her kingdom.

As Rafe continued to tell the story, he noticed Amelia's eyes were getting heavy. He smiled, knowing that his storytelling abilities had won again.

"Did you like the story?" he asked her, as she started to drift off.

Amelia nodded sleepily, "Yes, Daddy. Can you tell me more stories when we get back from Spain?"

"Of course, I can always make time for my favorite little girl," Rafe replied, grinning from ear to ear.

As Amelia slept soundly, Rafe turned to Sarah and said, "Looks like the story was a hit, huh?"

Sarah smiled back at him, "Of course it was. You are such a great dad, keeping Amelia entertained like that."

Rafe smiled and said, "Anything for my little girl."

They continued towards the airport with a sense of excitement for the adventure that awaited them in Spain as a family.

As they boarded the private Cameron plane, Amelia could barely contain her excitement. "Daddy, how long until we get to Spain?"

"We should be there in a few hours, sweetie. Are you excited to try out the waterpark?" Rafe asked, as he put his phone down.

"Mhm! I can't wait to go down all the slides!"

"And I can't wait to relax by the pool. I'm so glad we decided to take this trip before the new baby arrives." Y/n adds, placing a hand on her growing belly.

"Me too. It'll be nice to have some quality family time before we become a family of four." Rafe says.

"I'm excited to try some of the local cuisine. I heard the seafood here is amazing." Sarah says from behind us.

"And I'm excited to see all the historical sites. There's so much history in Spain." Topper adds; I never took Topper as a history nerd.

As the plane continued on its journey, the family chatted excitedly about all the things they wanted to do and see in Spain. They were looking forward to making unforgettable memories together.

As the private plane landed in Spain, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her. The long flight had been tiring, especially with her pregnancy, but finally, they had made it.

The group disembarked and made their way to the baggage claim. Rafe and Topper took charge of the luggage, while Sarah chattered excitedly about the activities she wanted to do on their holiday. Amelia, on the other hand, was bouncing up and down, eager to explore the all-inclusive hotel they had booked for their stay.

As they stepped out of the airport, they were greeted by the warm Spanish sunshine and the sight of palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. Their hotel was only a short drive away, but it gave them all a chance to admire the beautiful scenery on the way there.

When they arrived at the hotel, they were greeted by a friendly receptionist who welcomed them and checked them in. The lobby was spacious and air-conditioned, a welcome relief from the heat outside.

Once everyone had their keys, they made their way to their rooms. Y/N was pleased to see that their room was on the ground floor, making it easier for her to get around. Amelia's excitement was palpable as she raced around the room, looking out the balcony and marveling at the view.

After everyone had put their bags in their respective rooms, they met up in the hotel bar for a welcome drink. The all-inclusive package included unlimited drinks, and they couldn't wait to take advantage of it. They toasted to a great holiday and relaxed in the comfortable bar stools, enjoying the beautiful view from the window.

As the sun began to set, they decided to explore the hotel's facilities. The pool area was impressive, with several pools for different age groups, and a poolside bar. Sarah and Topper headed to the adult-only pool, while Rafe and Amelia made a beeline for the children's pool.

At dinnertime, they made their way to the hotel restaurant, which offered a delicious buffet spread with various options for everyone's taste. The live cooking stations with chefs dishing out piping hot pasta and paella were especially popular with the group, and they filled their plates with a little bit of everything.

After dinner, they took a leisurely stroll around the hotel grounds. The evening entertainment was just starting, and they could hear the music coming from the bar. They decided to check it out and found a lively atmosphere with a family-friendly show being performed.

As they made their way back to their rooms, they all agreed that they had made the right choice in booking an all-inclusive hotel. They were tired but happy, excited to see what the rest of their holiday had in store for them.

The next morning, Y/N lounged in a poolside chair, watching as Rafe played with their daughter Amelia in the pool. Amelia squealed with delight as Rafe lifted her high in the air and then gently dunked her, creating a big splash. Y/N smiled at the sight, feeling glad that they had taken this family vacation.

Behind her, Sarah and Topper had decided to go for a walk on the beach. Y/N and Rafe had opted to stay back at the hotel and spend some quality time with Amelia.

As Rafe continued to play with Amelia in the pool, Y/N took a sip of her cold beverage and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. She couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of relaxation, knowing that once their new baby arrived, things would inevitably get more challenging.

Y/n had fallen asleep on the sunbed as the warm Spanish sun beat down on her. She was seven months pregnant and the baby was kicking away inside her. She had been feeling tired lately, so she was grateful for the chance to relax and soak up some vitamin D.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and she jumped slightly.

"Hey beautiful," Rafe said, his voice soft and gentle.

Y/N turned over to see him holding her pregnant belly and smiling down at her. She couldn't help but smile back, feeling overwhelmed with love for him and their unborn child.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he repeated, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi," I mumbled, before stretching.

YIn smiled and leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around her. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I wanted to check on you and the baby, Rafe said, rubbing her belly gently. "How are you feeling?"

'I'm feeling good," Y/n said, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of Rafe's touch. "Just a little tired, that's all."

Rafe leaned down and kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Well, you should rest as much as you need to." He spoke, "We're here to relax and enjoy ourselves, remember?"

Y/n nodded, feeling grateful for Rafe's support and understanding. As they lay there, Y/N couldn't help but wonder where Amelia was. Rafe seemed to sense her thoughts and spoke up.

"Sarah and Topper have taken Amelia to the water park. I thought we could have some alone time," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can't wait for this baby to come out, so I can give you another."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her body as she realized they had the whole afternoon to themselves. She snuggled closer to Rafe, feeling content and at peace.

AUTHORS NOTE

I might make this a series… depending on comments?

Sorry for late posts, I’ve been on holiday and I’m waiting in the hotel lobby to leave right now 🤣, as soon as I’m home I will make sure to post, as I have lots lined up ready for you to read.

[gwydionsart]

I feel like I've barely drawn at all the past few years. My sketchbook reflects this, having started drawing in it Jan 2018 with about a third of it still blank as of last summer. So I have been making genuine attempts to sit down and draw more. Feeling out of practice, a lot of the time I would copy images instead of freehanding (collages 1 and 3), but I tried not to rely solely on that (collage 2), and lately I've been feeling more confident. So I'm just gonna post my progress here. Because that's kinda what this sideblog is for, lol.

I used to be able to say "if you wanna know what I'm into at the moment, just open my sketchbook". For the past year, that's been true for the first time in quite a long time. It feels nice.

Thorfinn showed up first, working on him while on vacation last year. Meant to draw him more, but it took me quite a while just to finish the one (gosh I'd drawn, like, one, small picture in the two years prior?).

But then my One Piece phase hit, and I realized that I had only ever attempted to draw Sanji maaaaaybe once about 15 years ago? lol So I practiced until I felt comfortable enough to try it without copying. Not all the final results made it into this post, and I'm still not super satisfied, but all the random headshots really helped get me back into the groove.

The random guy in the middle of the second one is an old OC named Xander that I was never fully happy with his design (the drawing was an attempt to update it, though I'm not sure I was successful, lol). And we've got a couple very boring Zukos - I hadn't drawn him in like a decade so I went as simple as possible.

Characters I haven't had a lot of practice with, though, are superheroes in general - I drew Spider-Man a fair amount, like, 30 years ago, and I'd attempted some version or other of Robin a couple times, but I tend to find all the details a bit intimidating. So I finally sat down and practiced drawing some of my favorite comic heroes. X-Men '97 got me to finally draw Gambit for the first time and that lead to me rereading some of my Batman/Robin/Nightwing comics and drawing Dick and Damian as well. Pretty far outside my comfort zone, but I quite enjoyed it.

Lately I've been filling the pages with some King's Quest, but I'll save that for a future post (maybe lol). I've got maybe only a fifth of my sketchbook left, which is especially great seeing as how it is completely falling apart and being held together by duct tape and a prayer. XD It'll be nice to finally be able to move on to the new one I've had sitting around for a couple years now, waiting to finally be opened. If you for some reason decided to read all my ramblings, kudos to you! lol It's just nice having somewhere I can get this kind of stuff out on occasion.

(References taken from the Vinland Saga anime, One Piece anime/manga, X-Men: The Animated Series, Batman and Robin comics, and Nightwing comics.)

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update

I do not have much to report. I wrote maybe 500 words last week and most of them are probably trash, I'm in that "how do I end this scene" thing where I write a bunch of stuff and get stuck and try again until I hit something that works.

Anyway, I spent a lot of this week not writing, not because I didn't want to, but because I had gotten so far behind on certain parts of my To Do list that it just consumed my brain and I could not write in peace until I got it taken care of.

The good news is, it is very nearly all taken care of. I am very close to feeling back in control of my life again enough that I can get back to writing.

The Celebrate Bleach prompts came out this week and I've only got three weeks, so I really ought to get on that, but my brain is not capable of Having Ideas at the moment, so I have given myself until next week before I have to start having any ideas. I really want to have something to contribute, and I'm trying to come up with stuff to do that incorporates characters out of my usual circuit. Also, my kids' summer vacation starts next week. We'll see!!

Sorry I don't have more to report, but it be like that sometimes.

Oh wait!! I just remembered, I'm getting a new computer!! It's a pretty basic lil guy, and I'm getting it so the kids can use the computer I use now to game on over the summer, but it should be very lightweight and it'll be easier to move around, and I'm hoping that maybe writing from different parts of the house might spark some imagination/productivity.

[suvidrache]

summer nights

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 601 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: bonfires on the beach

Kano went wherever he felt like going. He didn't like spending his money unnecessarily. He liked to save his money for things that he thought were necessary and for things that he needed. Until he met you. At first, he didn't spend much money. He didn't think that you would stay in his life. He liked people who were hard to get. When you wandered into his life, he had a hard time catching you. Almost everyone hated him, except for you. When the days became months. He started to spend more money on you. He enjoyed seeing you happy and giving you almost everything you wanted. Sometimes, he liked to tease you and pretend he wasn't going to get you the item that you wanted. In the end, you always wound up with it.

When you talked about a vacation, he wasn't sure.

"Kano, I think we should go on a vacation!" You said, smiling happily at him as he sat at the kitchen table. He had been lost in thought before you interrupted.

"A vacation? To where?"

"The beach!"

"I'm not sure…"

"Please, it'll be fun!"

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. Hang out, visit the beach, maybe we'll see sharks?"

"There are no sharks on the beach. They live in the sea."

He couldn't resist the terrible joke.

"Alright, we'll go. When are we leaving?"

"Whenever you're ready to." You said, still smiling at him.

"Alright, give me a few days."

In the few days, he took care of his clan and let them know about his temporary leave. He never once told you about his criminal life. Although he did think about it a few times. He didn't want to risk it, though. He couldn't have you getting into trouble for the actions that he did. Once things were cleared up, he was ready to go after packing his belongings. He was about to leave with nothing, but you insisted on him taking a bag of his clothes. He needed something to wear between the days. He couldn't go naked. Public nudity was illegal, and it would save money on having to buy new ones. The trip was short, and you arrived early at the hotel. Kano checked in while you carried the bags. Kano grabbed the key and headed over to help you. The hotel wasn't very big, so elevators weren't a thing. There were no stairs either. You walked down to your room, and Kano held the door open for you. You set the things down, and he followed after you. He had no intention of unpacking any of his things. It would have to be something that you did if you wanted it unpacked.

You sat resting for a moment or unpacking the things. Then, you spent your time waiting for the sun to start going down before you and Kano headed out to the beach. You were wearing swimming clothes, and thankfully, Kano was too. You carried your towel, and Kano carried his towel down to the beach. You found a lit bonfire and sat down next to it. It was starting to go out, but you managed to relight it. Kano sat down next to you and looked up at the sky. 

"The stars are out, love."

You looked up at the sky and smiled before laying your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and looked out at the sea. He was hoping to see a shark, but unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything in the water. Especially from a far distance away.

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[whalyrae]

Hope you’re having the best vacation. I’m about to start uni this week..so my summer is now over :,) Just because I miss it so much, could you post a little teaser/snippet for dwm? Plz plz 💜

hi hi ! yes it was perfect I saw my friend and I cried before to get on the train because I'm a crybaby :')

oh uni is a big step in life... good luck !! It'll be fine, don't worry! if i can give any advice from someone who did a year before giving up, it's to go to all the classes and not wait until the last moment to study 😭

and yeah, of course I'll share a little snippet for the chapter 6 !! I don't know when I'll be able to post it because I really want to post the chapter 3 of The old guard before! But I'll do my best to post it as soon as I can ! thank you not to forget my writings and to be patient 🥹

"We've all noticed it, I think," Jin replied, crossing his arms and looking thoughtful.

"But if she's really an omega," continued Taehyung, "why did she hide it from us? Would she be... afraid of us?" Taehyung's question left the room in silence. Everyone had heard about your misadventures with alphas, the behavior of your parents, and your brothers and sisters, who were themselves alphas. And even though Jimin had always been the exception to the rule in your life, and now the other boys, you still had a certain reserve towards alphas. And that was as a Beta. So if you were an omega... “It's not as if it matters anyway,” Namjoon affirmed, “whether she's a beta, an omega, or even an alpha, she's with us, she's part of the pack. But it's true that I'm wondering why she's hiding it from us.” Namjoon was right, and everyone agreed with him. For them, naturally, it didn't matter whether you were an alpha, a beta, or an omega. You were who you were, whatever your nature. “It’s easy, we can just go and ask her." Yoongi stood up, ready to leave the apartment, "there's no point in speculating and making yourself feel bad," he continued, giving Jimin a gentle look, "I'm sure she'll be able to help us clear up this issue. She's the best person to tell us about it. "

[hydrus]

Version 576

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I had a great week. The program should be less laggy when busy.

full changelog

improved file access latency

I reworked the client file manager's locks to be more fine and sophisticated. When you have several importers working in the background, and particularly importers handling large files, the client will delay access to your files and thumbnails far less, and generally not at all. I have been thinking about the specific change I intended to make here for a while, but this stuff can be tricky and I wanted to think and be careful how I did it. All tests so far are proving good, but let me know if you run into any trouble.

Secondly, when you do have file access lag, the mpv player now waits more politely. It won't hang the UI any more; it'll just sit on a black screen until the video file is ready. You can roll off to another media and come back, close the media viewer entirely, whatever you want.

misc

Managing 'import options' in gallery downloaders and thread watchers and their sub-downloaders should be a touch easier this week. I have replaced the static 'set options to downloaders' buttons with a dynamic button that appears only when the current selection of downloaders actually differ with what the main page has set. That pages and their downloaders have unsynced options has always been a complicated concept that I have had difficulty highlighting and explaining, so I hope this improves things a little just by osmosis. I also fixed a bunch of holes and bugs in the system.

Thanks to a user, we now have support for .doc, .ppt, and .xls Microsoft Office formats. A whole bunch of old stuff should now work, and it should get word counts in several cases. This requires a new library, so users who run from source will want to rebuild their venvs to get the tech.

If you noticed that colour picker controls would take several seconds to open and close, it shouldn't happen any more! It was a weird hack I injected to get around a Qt bug, and it seems to be fixed in the current version we use. However, if you find you suddenly cannot select any colours in the gradient square of the colour picker, that it feels like your mouse is drag-clicking the whole time, then I guess the bug wasn't fixed for you, so let me know!

future build

I am making another future build this week. This is a special build with libraries that I would like advanced users to test out so I know they are safe to fold into the normal release. More info in the post here:

next week

I have two more weeks of work before my Summer vacation. I'll try not to start anything too big and just do cleanup and little fixes.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Adjusting

Note: I played this last bit in little bursts, in between testing out some lighting mods for the game that I'm still curating for my own personal gameplay. So things in certain scenes might look suddenly different lighting-wise, I just kept playing my save while testing them out! It might change a bit more in the future until I figure out what I like exactly!

After an eventful night with the girls, Sigrid is up early in the morning to eat some random leftovers in the fridge for breakfast. She's feeling a little down, and Scarlett notices. She sits beside her.

Scarlett: Hey Sigrid, how are you feeling today?

Sigrid: Oh, hey Auntie. I'm okay, just pretty tired. Still getting used to the sleepless nights.

Scarlett: Yeah, this time is hard in terms of the adjustment. I can only imagine what it's like with two babies.

Sigrid: How did you do it?

Scarlett: Well every baby is different, but this seemed to work for me...

Scarlett spends time explaining some tips and techniques to Sigrid to hopefully help her adjust to parenthood. By the end, Sigrid is feeling more confident, lifting her mood some.

Later that morning, Scarlett, Sabrina, and Anya head to San Sequoia to try their hand at power walking. Sabrina is past their due date and trying to get this baby to come, one way or another.

Sabrina: I really hope this works! They said walking is one of the best ways to help induce labor.

Anya: Don't worry, even if this doesn't do the trick on its own, we'll keep trying!

Scarlett: The exercise is good for us anyway!

Anya: You're telling me, married life has made me soft! I gotta get back in shape!

The trio enjoy a good power walk, stopping occasionally for water breaks before continuing on. Sabrina doesn't feel any different after the walk baby-wise, but the three definitely feel good about themselves after some exercise on a beautiful summer day!

Unfortunately, Anya is unable to stick around for long after their workout sesh, so she leaves early while Scarlett and Sabrina explore more of the neighborhood. They stop in the gardens next to the fountain for a chat.

Scarlett: So, we're almost to the finish line! Be honest, how we feeling?

Sabrina: Like a beached whale.

Scarlett can't help but laugh at that one.

Scarlett: Oh honey, I know the feeling.

Sabrina: Sometimes it feels like I'm going to be pregnant forever.

Scarlett: Yeah, I know that feeling too. It'll pass, and soon enough you'll have your little boy in your arms, and you'll miss this even if it was miserable at times. Just know, you're doing an awesome job.

Sabrina: Thanks, Mom.

Sabrina's hands gently clutch their belly for a moment.

Sabrina: Oh, he's kicking. Wanna feel?

Scarlett: Do I?!

Scarlett's eyes are full of wonder and awe feeling her grandson move around.

Scarlett: Oh, he's a strong one! Hi my boy, Gramma can't wait to meet you!

Sabrina: Tell him a little louder so he'll get the hint it's time to vacate.

The two laugh.

Scarlett: You heard that. It's time for you to make an appearance! Don't worry, the world's not so bad out here. I think you'll like it.

Scarlett looks up at their child.

Scarlett: Oh my baby... having a baby...

Sabrina: Mom, don't get all soft on me now.

Scarlett chuckles, feeling her eyes mist ever so slightly.

Scarlett: If I don't do it, who will? Let me have this one.

Scarlett straightens up and plants a big kiss on Sabrina's cheek.

Scarlett: I love you, hun.

Sabrina: I love you too, Mom.

[negligenceatbest]

Where we Start is Where we End. (Where we Live is Where we Die.)

Summary: You lost everything in the apocalypse. Everything you ever cared about, that is. After bouncing from survivor groups to other survivor groups you decide you can't live like a rule book anymore. So, you decide to travel the map and end up in Baltimore, MD.

You expect nothing more than to find a place to lay your head down and sightsee for a few months before keeping it going to the next place, like you had before. The apocalypse was a free vacation Afterall.

Maybe it'll start to cost you one day.

Relationship(s): Yandere Cult leader Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Five: Anti Fruit Snack Association.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: this took me forever to post it was basically done but was sitting in my drafts bc i had to rewrite some parts. to those still reading this series ty for ur patience and without further ado let’s get into it :))

Sometimes, you wonder what life would be like if the apocalypse didn’t happen at all. If on that spring evening so many years ago, the sun didn’t fall, and the human race didn’t turn where you would be? And though, it’s inevitable and probably (certainly) nothing you could’ve done to stop it, what if you could have? What if someone could have?

To be known as the hero who saved all of mankind. And to be known as the hero who helped. What would that have been like? You didn’t know and wouldn’t know in this life, but it was still fun to think about. To be looked at differently than who you once were. Then who you were now.

But even if it wasn’t you, and there was somebody else, somebody with more credentials and more experience or maybe just somebody who looked better on screen to say that they saved the human race… What kind of life would you be living right now, in that universe?

You would probably have finished high school and would have made something of your life. You would have traveled like a normal person, maybe meeting that guy you met the other day and his dog like a regular person. Making blatant conversation that did nothing but further your relationship that was yet to come. Then, you could’ve been regular friends. Like regular people in regular situations. Maybe become something more like regular people do.

That would be your preferred normal future.

You wouldn’t have had to scavenge for your food, visiting stores with high claims secretly just so you could get your fix not to starve. You wouldn’t have to wear the same outfit for days on end just to ensure you had enough clothes before you could find some place to wash them again.

There were many things you wouldn’t have to do again, and vice versa. You wished you were in that universe now.

But unfortunately, you aren’t and will never be. You will grow old on this planet that houses living corpses that seek food in their warm counterparts. They will always seek you out, cold eyes gazing into your warm ones. You will keep moving and they will always be slightly too close behind. Always a little too close for comfort.

You, a warm counterpart, will keep killing until you die. Whether it be for self-defense or for food. It’s a kill or be killed world and you will never have the hands of a saint.

*****

Lightning bugs only coming out during the summer was one thing you were regretful to learn multiple years ago, their tearful existence leaving you like the seasonal apple trees your grandmother used to plant in her field over the acreage of her farm.

You had only seen them a couple of times in your life, their beauty lighting the dark and bringing you to a path of wonder you would follow blindly on your own accord, a trail of bright light following behind you as you went. These bugs had lit up the dark and you had experienced fireworks in your own hands. These bugs were wonder and faith, you would wait plenty more summers if it meant having a chance to see them again. Even in the apocalypse.

Right now, you sit in a tire swing far from the house you squat in, humming a song you grew up listening to and reading the journals you just couldn’t seem to stop reading. This time, the writer, Will Graham, talks of his childhood. Nothing too explicit, and nothing too subtle. Mostly of his adoptive father and this Hannibal character. You were growing curious if the writer would ever come back to the house. You would like to put a face to the penmanship.

Most of the writing in these journals were comedic in a sense, but you can tell the writer has struggled. You shook your head at the thought and realized that everyone alive had struggled now. Still, it wouldn't be fair to pity someone who didn't ask for it.

Your legs kick slightly as you swing softly in the tire and chew on some fruit snacks you had gone to find the other day. They tasted a lot like if fruits were chemicals, but they were still good, so you didn’t care. You turned the page with your free hands pinky and thumb and read that page as well, hoping you wouldn’t finish these journals all so soon and if you did that there were more somewhere else.

Maybe reality shows were onto something when tv was still a thing. People really were interesting sometimes.

You continued to read one page after another, never growing tired of what they had to say. On one page you had read of Will finding an abandoned dog he named Winston, a male dog who was terribly hurt and not much of a people person himself. The writer had gotten close enough by feeding him and being as non-threatening as possible. Soon, after Will gave the dog treats, they became inseparable. You wondered if it really was the treats or if it was true animals could tell good people from the bad ones.

You counted back the date, thinking of the already older dog being even older by now. Winston probably was already a senior citizen by now in dog years. It would be nice to meet the dog before you left if you could.

If you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be so surprised either. It wouldn’t be the first time something didn’t go right. You really started to wonder about the owner of the house now, thinking that maybe he had moved elsewhere.

It would be sad, but plausible. You had done so as well, why couldn’t he? You shrugged to yourself subconsciously.

Tires rolling over gravel halted your thoughts as you fell out of the tire swing and back onto your blanket that held your booklets and fruit snack wrappers. The ground was soft as you fell with an ‘oof.’

The house seemed farther away now that someone was here and you kind of sighed as you wished you had brought your binoculars. It was probably the owner anyway so you weren’t that worried, but you hoped they wouldn’t be that freaked with someone lounging in their house.

You mean, imagine if you came home and someone was sitting on your loveseat reading your diary entries laughing at your painstaking memories and was eating fruit snacks that you weren’t even sure we’re safe to consume. To your defense though, they were the good type so that does kind of make it better. Anyways, you suddenly really wanted to hope the owner would be a good person.

Maybe you were too nonchalant about staying in another survivor's house. You should have just looked elsewhere. Somewhere without a fireplace or hot water or plumbing. Yeah, no. You would take your chances fighting off the anti-fruit snack homeowner (if they were anti-fruit-snack.)

You doubted it.

You slowly made your way back to the rustic house and trying to put on a welcoming face. You thought about how you would tell the person you had been staying in their house for days without them getting mad. You didn’t know if they would take that well at all, so you decided to just not add any more fuel to the fire and not tell them about reading their diaries.

Hopefully, it all goes well.

*****

After Will had finished talking to Hannibal in his office, he decided to look for Kylo. As tired as Will was, his dog was more important than sleep. He was family. Family doesn’t leave each other behind.

If Will was being honest, the temptation of a silk duvet and matching pillowcases to rest his head on were something he had all but wanted to say no to. He had all but wanted to decline Hannibal's invitation, but he concluded long before that the safety of his dog (his family) was more important than sleeping like a king. Will would rather sleep in his dog stuffed barn, covered in fur and kisses and warm as a coat than to even choose leaving his dogs behind for a one-night arrangement of velvet comforters and feather pillows.

What good would a night of comforters and cloud like wonder do if after all that, his dog was nowhere to be found or even worse? If he had took that offer, if he had even thought for a second that it would be something worth more than finding his dog alive, then Will would have truly succumbed to the world he lives in now. Will would then know that he was better off being dead then ever being compared to anyone in this stupid suburban hell.

But Will wasn’t that person, not yet anyways, and somehow he knew he wouldn’t be-even if it was only for awhile.

The night was pitch black and cold, drawing a shiver from Will as he walked in silence. The small amount of light illuminating from street to street was sadly only coming from inside the curtain covered windows. It had shown a pathway, all the way down to the third to last house before the street ended with a turn, it was the only house without lights on and Will had known that that was Arleen’s house. If not because of her upkept garden he could slightly see, then because of the sleek cruiser parked out front that hadn’t been driven in years.

Damn, Will thought to himself, that is one hell of a ride.

And it sure was, too. Though Will wondered if there was any way to get it back up and running again. It wasn’t a priority in the first place so he didn’t care. Will had made it to the house, walked around to the side door and knocked once, twice, thrice before he stopped and looked around, still on edge. He waited a while, before he knocked again and heard a hard bark.

Will sighed as he heard that bark, a relieved feeling swaying over his nerves. A feeling almost like he had been high and was as relaxed as ever. His adrenaline crashed downwards and he felt himself sway as he stood. He was so tired. Will soon saw the porch light and urged himself awake for a little while longer. He would be asleep soon, it’s fine, he told himself.

The door opened and Arleen peeked over in her white night dress and curler filled hair, she sighed in relief finding it was Will. Not even saying anything she urged him in and pushed him into the living room, guiding him to the sofa. She guided his sitting figure to a laying one and pushed off the extra pillows to where he only had one for his head to rest.

Will followed blindly, trusting her undeniably and opened his mouth to speak as she left the room for a moment. She came back in less than a minute with a comforter and thick blanket to stack on top of each other. Will took them from her and just as she was about to leave and turn the light off he had called out to her, noting how everything went so fast.

“Mrs. Bradshaw?” Will queried.

“Yes, William?” She turned around with a small smile, she could tell his night hadn’t been well and she hated seeing the boy like that. Such a sweet child who’s only flaw was having one too many dogs, it didn’t matter though because as she saw it, he was doing them a blessing.

“Uhm..” He hesitated, “Are you not gonna ask me why i’m here?”

“I already know. It’s written all over you.” She laughed, “Plus it wasn’t like I wasn't expecting you since I woke up with Kylo scratching at my door.” She finished. Will nodded in understanding and assumed Kylo was in the house somewhere. He let out a small hum and opened his mouth to say something else before he was interrupted by a tired voice.

“Let’s talk in the morning over breakfast, okay? Beauty sleep is required of those over 50.” Will nodded, sinking further into the warm blankets. “Now, goodnight.” She said and Will returned the words and blinked as the room turned black. Soon, Will was laying down staring at nothing in particular except for the dark and only then did it occur to him how drained he was. He felt like he had never slept, and his only hobby was seeing how long he could go without blinking.

His eyes burned and he closed them, cuddling more into softness. It’s okay, he knew it, Hannibal would take care of the mess he made, and maybe he would finally kick them out. No it wasn’t a maybe, Will thought, He would.

It was handled in a different way, obviously. But We all know that.

[harvlekinkey]

Just for one night

Got inspired by @caswens hc (here) and decided to write something between episodes 1 and 2 of season 3.

Just a quick oneshot!

“Excuse me?“

This voice could only mean one thing and neither EJ nor Gina were sure about how to respond to that.

Ricky kept going in order to break the awkward silence.

“Do you... have room for one more?“

Still no real response, both Gina and EJ simply looked at each other. The former visibly panicking but successfully hiding it with a smile. The latter more regretful, no smile hiding his reaction in sight.

As the awkward silence became more uncomfortable, Ricky tried to break the ice once again, just as unsuccessful as before.

“Group hug?“, an awkward smile underlined his try.

“I think we should... Hug it out, eh?”, Gina suggested as she made a move. Awkwardness was in the air and no try would help it.

“Yeah let's... Hug it out, I guess.” EJ reluctantly approached Ricky after Gina as the three of them indeed hugged. EJ always hated Ricky's timing ever since auditions for High School Musical: The Musical happened. Given, he was with Nini and Gina wasn't really the best to be around.

But Ricky being late, him being unprepared and not knowing what he was even doing annoyed EJ even though he barely knew this kid.

In theater, that's a no-go. And Ricky's been a huge red flag on two legs.

“Well, that was awkward.”, Ricky whispered. Louder than he intended but luckily, no one heard his words.

Unfortunately, Ricky didn't change.

He always picked the worst timing possible.

“Well uhm... I'd have to check. Weren't you supposed to go on vacation?”, EJ turned back to Ricky trying to be his nicest.

“Change of plans. Just like theater.”, a joke could have lightened the mood. But not in this case, Ricky's arrival ruined the mood for EJ already.

Good thing he didn't talk about her.

“Just needed some fresh air. And what would be better than summer camp?”

“Okay, I'll let you two alone. Already late.”, Gina kissed EJ on his cheek, waving Ricky goodbye before she left and ran off towards her bunk.

“No one's here anyways. I'd have to check tomorrow morning if we could have a spare bed for you. Given, we got one but it's broken. We'll get it fixed and then... You get your own bed.”

EJ's frustration was vocal but Ricky was too tired to waste any brain cells on that.

“And until then...”, EJ proceeded.

EJ's words surprised them both resulting in Ricky going back a few steps and EJ rolling his eyes before letting out a sigh, smiling.

“I'll just get back to my car and sleep there.”, Ricky put his bag down next to his soon-to-be bunk before aiming back for the door.

“What? No! That's totally uncomfortable.”

“So I'd suggest to share a bed until you get your own. It'll only be one night.”, EJ continued.

“No what I meant... Listen, Carlos is asleep and we know he wouldn't want anyone and I mean anyone interrupting his sleep. The other guys don't know you yet and I'm the only one awake so...”

“So...?”, Ricky continued, digging deeper.

“Woah, what? Okay pretty boy, you're really getting straight to the point.”

Ricky's compliment made EJ chuckle. Not in a mocking way, but in a sincere one.

“Yeah whatever. It's late and auditions are tomorrow so...”, EJ continued as he proceeded to take off his shirt.

Ricky did the same, quietly trying to get a new tank top out of his luggage which he then put on.

“This really seems to be a very common occurrence for us.”

“What? Two pretty boys changing?”, Ricky grinned.

“I was just saying.”, EJ smirked before getting into his bed, pulling his blanket away.

“What are you waiting for? Wanna come in for a cuddle?”, EJ kept mocking Ricky.

“Jerk.”, Ricky rolled his eyes as he kept grinning.

As Ricky got into EJ's bed the latter threw the blanket over them, turning to face the wall.

“And remember...”

“I know... Just for one night.”

EJ rolled his eyes. Ricky grinned.

[ginjithewanderer]

[Homare Arisugawa] Emotional Orange SSR — Backstage — Poolside Memory — Part 2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Thank you Rina for the raws!

Translation under the cut

Izumi: It's a travel magazine.

Azuma: I read that magazine from time to time, too. Their articles are very tasteful.

Guy: Are you going on a trip somewhere?

Homare: Yes, actually—

Hisoka: ... Arisu, we're out of marshmallows.

Homare: Have you already eaten my backup supply!?

Tsumugi: We're back.

Azuma: Tsumugi, Tasuku, welcome home. Were you out doing street acts again?

Tasuku: Yeah. ... That said, how come you're all gathered here?

Homare: Ah, actually, I was planning on taking a solo trip. I was just looking at a few things in this travel magazine.

Tsumugi: Ooh, how nice.

Hisoka: ... Get me lots of marshmallows.

Azuma: Hehe, he's like a cat you're leaving behind to watch the house.

Guy: Have you found any nice locations?

Homare: Yes, I thought this hot spring resort seemed nice, but...

Tsumugi: Oh, they talked about this resort on TV a while ago. Apparently the inn is making a buzz lately because it was done by a famous interior designer.

Tasuku: Well, popular inns like this one are definitely completely full around this time of year, though, right?

Homare: Yes, that is true. Of course this summer will be-

Azuma: Huh, this rental vacation home is...

Izumi: Do you know it, Azuma-san?

Azuma: ... Just as I thought. The owner of the vacation home on this page is an acquaintance of mine.

Azuma: Just the other day, they posted on Inste saying a reservation had been canceled, so...

Azuma: Should I ask them if it's still available?

Homare: I appreciate the offer, but it's much too big for just one person.

Azuma: Then, why don't we all go?

Homare: What if our schedules don't align and we can't go to the resort pool!? 

Tsumugi: ... Mine is flexible around this time.

Tasuku: I'll be free after a performance, too.

Guy: Mikage and I can coordinate something around this time as well.

Homare: And so the tables have turned completely.

Azuma: What will you do? If you do want to travel alone, you can just say so.

Homare: ... Naturally, I've decided we should go. Let's all make unforgettable summer memories together!

Azuma: I'll contact them, then.

Tsumugi: How will we get there?

Tasuku: The car should be good...

Homare: ... I thought I would have to wait until next year again, but I see I was too hasty with that.

Izumi: (Hehe, Homare-san seems happy.)

Izumi: It's great that you get to go with everyone, isn't it?

Homare: Indeed. You'll be going, too, of course?

Izumi: ... Yes. Please let me join you!

Izumi: Wow, this is beautiful...!

Tsumugi: I love how spacious it is.

Hisoka: It's nice and cool here...

Homare: It really is splendid! I'm already feeling poetic inspiration welling up inside me!

Tasuku: Why don't you give your poetry a rest, just for today?

Izumi: What should we do for dinner?

Azuma: It looks like the owner filled the fridge with all sorts of ingredients.

Guy: ... With all this, we can make anything we want.

Tasuku: How about a BBQ then?

Izumi: Since you even brought me along with you, I'll take charge of cooking!

Hisoka: ... We'll just be having curry again.

Tasuku: No doubt about it.

Izumi: Is there something wrong with that!?

Tasuku: That way, it'll be more of a camping trip than a BBQ.

Homare: Since we're here, why don't we each prepare one dish?

Homare: After we've finished, whoever's cooking we decide is the worst will have to play a punishment game.

Guy: There aren't many difficult dishes to make at a BBQ, but that sounds good.

Tsumugi: That sounds fun.

Azuma: I don't mind it, either.

Homare: It's decided, then!

Homare: We're free to do whatever we want until dinnertime, so let's think about what to make at the BBQ.

Guy: Understood.

Izumi: Whoa! There's a pool in the garden!

Tasuku: Huh, it's big. Should we get in soon?

Azuma: I'll hold back on that.

Hisoka: Me, too. Changing clothes is a pain.

Homare: Unfortunately, I didn't bring my swimsuit. I'll pass my time relaxing with a book.

Tasuku: ... Then why did you choose one with a pool?

Tsumugi: Ahaha... there, there.

Part 3