#the movie is great and attempts to offer an explanation but it too is also wrong

[ixcaliber]

this is a liveblog now

every piece of revue starlight media that takes place after the finale of the series and insists that hikari immediately fucks off back to england is fundamentally incorrect and i will accept no argument otherwise

[moviesteve]

The Virginian’s ambitions aren’t that great. It wants to be a normal, everyday western like they used to make, in which man’s-gotta-do men negotiate morality in a lawless world, a baddie wore a black hat and a fair lady was open to a bit of courting as long as it was respectful. Can such a western be made? Is there an audience for it? The TV show The Virginian, which this isn’t, was one of several long-running series with high production values and fine actors. It ran for 249 shows over nine years, a way behind Bonanza (430 episodes between 1959 and 1973) and Gunsmoke (635 episodes between 1955 and 1975). Together, with the likes of Rawhide, The High Chaparral and The Big Country these shows went to town on the genre, working through all the permutations the western could offer and grinding out the last dregs of sympathy for it. By the time they were done, the western was dead. Clint Eastwood kept going, a lone voice, but precisely the sort of movie that The Virginian is – modest in budget, and desiring only to tell a tale of the old west with no allegories or meta-statements or fancy claims of any sort – simply couldn’t get made any more. Since then, there’s been a revival in the fortunes of the western, of sorts, with films like 3:10 to Yuma, The Salvation, Slow West, The Proposition, Django Unchained, Bone Tomahawk, Meek’s Cutoff and First Cow, brilliant all, but they all had ambitions, often revisionist. The bog-standard oater really was toast (to really mix the metaphors). Which brings us to the meat of The Virginian, based on Owen Wister’s novel The Virginian: Horseman of the Plains, which was praised for its authenticity when it was published in 1902 and led to a stampede of authors writing me-too versions of the same. Director Thomas Makowski and writer Bob Thielke stick largely to the original book’s story – about the dealings between the Virginian (hooray) and Trampas (boo), the Virginian and the Judge, who sees him as his successor, and the Virginian and fair lady Molly, who he will woo if she’ll look his way. All this seen through the eyes of a fancy New York writer, Owen Walton (the echo with Wister is clear), who is getting an introduction to the Wyoming of the late 19th century. Molly and Owen It’s a cast full of people who have the right faces for the job. Country star Trace Adkins also has the voice as the Virginian, a big rumbling gravelly thing that appears to come from his boots. Steve Bacic plays Trampas as a scowling, belly-crawling no-good to the Virginian’s upright man’s man. Victoria Pratt plays Molly, a teacher, we’re told, though Pratt seems to have decided on a bit of saloon-gal swishiness. And, with an “And…” credit, Ron Perlman is the Judge – upstanding, four-square, rumbling back at Adkins whenever Adkins rumbles at him in the scenes they share, like two volcanoes facing off. Brendan Penny plays Walton, the “tenderfoot” through whose eyes and ears we see this unfamiliar (is the idea) territory where justice and manners are rough and much needs patient explanation. Except, obviously, it doesn’t. After thousands of movies and TV shows, Walton’s narrator figure – never named in the original book – is in the way in the 21st century and that final scene, as the Virginian and his fine lady Molly walk off into the sunset while Walton trots along awkwardly beside them actually admits as much. There are other problems, like the piling on of Western cliché early on – a whipping, a near-hanging, a quick-draw shootout, a testy card game, rustlers, Indians – done breathlessly. It’s interesting in these opening scenes watching the actors attempting to put back in with their performances the air that poor pacing has sucked out. After that… kind of nothing. A formless almost-story of one minor event after another, with the odd death-out-of-nowhere maybe meant to spice things up. Until it all comes to a close with straddle-legged guns-blazing shootout. It’s not terrible, but it’s not terribly interesting either. The Virginian – Watch it/buy it at Amazon I am an Amazon affiliate © Steve Morrissey 2023

[dolliedarlin]

tokyo revengers | shinichiro ⏤ 22:52

not proofread ; please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes made ; mechanic shinichiro x florist reader ; inspired by lola bunny x bugs bunny moment in space jam (loved that movie as a kid!)

shinichiro’s first impression on you could have gone better, that’s for sure, but in all fairness, he didn’t expect you at all. you with your radiant smile, dazzling eyes and alluring voice greeting him as he walks past on what he thought was a regular day heading into his shop. with a sudden weakness knocked into his knees by your beauty, the tools and spare parts piled up in his arms didn’t stand a chance and fell to the floor with him.

the disheveled man didn’t even get the chance to be embarrassed as he was immediately entranced by you once again, who rushed to his aide and helped him pick up all that he had dropped. it wasn’t fair; how could you be so pretty? were those stars in your eyes? and why do your lips look like candy? does he smell flowers?

“a-are you okay, sir?”

“m-me?” shinichiro snaps back into reality from the panic in your voice, meeting your eyes, you nod frantically, worry swimming in your (e/c) pools, “i-i’m great! why’d ya ask?”

“well you just fell over all of a sudden when i greeted you earlier…”

“oh!” the embarrassment finally sets in, “th-that, right…umm - i guess i just got distracted by something…” his voice trails off as he finishes the explanation to his clumsiness, getting lost in your ethereal presence once again.

“what did you see?” you asked, looking around in curiosity and sending the mechanic into derangement. he can’t say that you distracted him, he’ll sound like a creep! he joins you in looking around, frantically searching for an excuse.

“th-those flowers!” he points towards a pretty bouquet being displayed at the new shop’s window, “they’re really beautiful!”

“you think so?” you ask with a new glint of excitement in your eyes, which has the dark haired man nodding along almost excessively, his grin attempting to stretch out to his ears, “thank you so much, i arranged those myself,” you suddenly look bashful as your gaze turns down to look at your fidgeting hands. so cute…so cute! shinichiro mentally gushes, his pupils almost turning heart-shaped to accommodate his lovestruck fever for you.

“wait, you’re the new shop here?!”

“that’s right,” you chirp happily, excusing the misleading shock in his tone. did he not want you here?

“oh no…” shinichiro mutters under his breath. how could he possibly concentrate on his work if there was such a beautiful lady, who’s kind and bewitching and exactly his type right across the street?

“what do you mean by that?” you pout, anger evident in your voice as your brows furrow at him.

“what?”

“why do you sound like you don’t want me here?”

“uhhh…” the man in question begins to sweat nervously. how could he answer you this time?

thankfully that misunderstanding was quickly resolved with a sincere apology and a box of a dozen cupcakes decorated to look like flowers.

“i’m really sorry (l/n)-san, i didn’t intend to come across as unhappy about you being the owner of the new shop across from me,”

your forgiving nature makes you cave and accept his apology without any further explanation, you didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot so you happily shared the cupcakes with him too and went about business as if nothing happened.

most mornings where you went to open up your shop, you would often encounter shinichiro and the two of you made it a ritual to wave and greet each other good morning from across the street, it wasn’t deliberate for shinichiro to also make it a morning ritual to walk into his shop’s front door whilst greeting you but now you carry a small first aid kit wherever you go just so you could offer him some bandages for any cuts and scrapes he may gain from being around you.

it wouldn’t be a lie to say that it was because you wanted to be helpful to such a sweet guy but that was only the partial truth. the other reason being entirely selfish of you. there was something about the kind but awkward mechanic. he had a charm of his own that rivaled all previous men (and women) that tried to pursue you romantically. despite your relationship with shinichiro being entirely that of neighboring shop owners, it occurred to you that his sincerity came through much more than those that came before him trying to gain your affections. the entire situation was quite laughable really; shinichiro never approached you with any amourous gestures, instead he never failed to greet you a good morning, he helped shoulder your concerns and worries as a new shop owner, he kept you company when you were lonely and helped with your growing business by making deliveries for you at no extra charge.

“i just want to help you,” was his reason, “it like helping you (l/n)-san,” you remember the soothing smile he flashed you which had you clutching at your chest. To think that such a goof could affect you like no one else…

he made you happy.

“thank you for keeping me company sano-san,” it was his lunch break and he was eating away at his store-bought onigiri at your counter. he sometimes had the best timing because now you felt safer knowing someone was around while you were putting up hanging flora on an unreliable, tottering stepladder.

“it’s no trouble, really, i enjoy being around you the most, (l/n)-san,” even though you weren’t in the safest position, you snuck a glance back at him just to see his face turned away with the wobbly smile as the tips of his ears glowed an adorable pink. he’s always so adorable, you giggle to yourself quietly, not expecting him to notice but smirk, regardless when he unexpectedly does, “is something on your mind, (l/n)-san?”

“fufu~ it’s nothing sano-san,” stepping down from your final hanging plant, you tuck away your step stool and dust your hands down on your work apron partially stained with the chlorophyll and pollen from surrounding plants.

“the place looks so forest-y! it’s amazing!” shinichiro gushes, admiring your handy work. to think that your beautiful, soft hands could create something equally as beautiful but it’s to be expected from someone as perfect as you.

“thank you so much, sano-san,” you smile brightly at the man, hoping that your customers ring with the same sentiment. it was then when it happened…

just as you step forward, shinichiro spots an teetering plant pot beginning to loosen from its hanging perch above you. even though shinichiro wasn’t as tough as his gang member friends, he was tougher in his mental strength as well as within his heart, both pushed him to act when he needed to most and now was one of those times. launching himself forward with a shout of your name, shinichiro manages to push you away from the falling plant only to be the one that was injured in your place.

“sano-san!” you cry out as you rush to the fallen man, the scene nostalgic and reminiscent of your first meeting, almost giving you butterflies if it weren’t for the panic rapidly spreading through your chest. Checking him over, he seems to have endured bruising and cuts along his upper back and shoulders only. It was a relief but you weren’t out of the woods yet, leading the mechanic to your back room, you rush around for your first aid kit and get to work.

no words were spoken but it was comfortable. Shinichiro admired your rare beauty up close, finding your look of focused attention in tending to his injuries, captivating. He was shirtless but neither of you felt embarrassed of the fact, you too attentive to his well-being and him too distracted by your pretty lips, pretty eyes, pretty nose and pretty hair…pretty everything really. he could get used to such vip treatment, maybe he should injure himself more often. his thoughts almost make him laugh.

“don’t look to worried, i’m okay now thanks to you (l/n)-san,” shinichiro reassures, anything to keep your furrowed brows from making another appearance. you’re cute when you worry but if he sees it too often on you, he’ll surely become greedy for it and who knows what he’ll do then!

“are you sure you’re okay?” no matter how cute he looked bandaged up and grinning boyishly up at you, you needed to stay focused and make sure his well-being is taken care of first.

“positive, are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and sweet, as sincere as his kind eyes. maybe it was time to give in…you can’t win against such a dangerous man.

you sigh in relieved defeat and smile at him, your eyes half lidded in want that shinichiro barely has time to catch onto, “sano-san, thank you~” you voice with an additional sugary essence that has the man’s heart racing in his ears at a higher frequency. this is the first time shinichiro has ever heard such a voice coming from you and he doesn’t know how to process it. he was conflicted on whether he should be reacting so feverishly to you or not. how embarrassing! not again! he swears that you know what you’re doing to him and it’s just unfair…

“it was nothing,” he gulps, steadying his heart and breathing to smile up at you from his seated position, “i just didn’t want you to get hurt,”

“that was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me~” without warning, you take him by his cheek and pull him into a deep kiss, your eyes shut closed in bliss whilst shinichiro’s eyes remain wide open. his mind took a moment to try and process the situation but eventually gave up in favour of returning the kiss. he’s imagined getting to kiss you multiple times and speculated on how it would feel, how your lips would feel and taste, now that he was finally pulling you close and getting to kiss you back, all of his daydreams were out the window, they can’t even begin to compare to how puffy-soft your lips were nor their uniquely addictive taste. all shinichiro knows is that this must be what being in heaven is like.

pulling away to catch your breath, you call out to the dazed mechanic but receive no reply in return. you’re only met with a dreamy sigh before shinichiro begins falling to the side and eventually…faints.

“sano-san!”

thoughts? ; did you dolls watch that movie too? ; if you could title this mini fic, what would you title it?

navi.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

this is a continuation of the other one

Y/N stares at him for a long moment, arms crossed and poking her tongue into her cheek. “Why do I feel like I'm Ariel and you’re the sea witch trying to get me to sing into a shell?”

Harry blinks once. “Sorry, what?”

“Oh, right, that was—that was ‘89, wasn’t it?” Y/N bites back a laugh at the scowl that rolls over Harry’s expression. “After your time, I suppose.”

But Y/N isn’t laughing when she has to spend the next two weeks braless. And although she spends the first day being petty under Harry’s keen eye, by the third day, she’s turned the predicament around in her favor.

“Hey, Harry.” She says one night, stirring her pot of pasta on the stove as she sips her eleven dollar wine. “I have a question about our arrangement.”

Harry, who has been leaning over the counter to soak in the aromas of the food that he longs to taste (and also to get a look at Y/N’s cleavage in the v-neck t-shirt she’s wearing), cocks his head to the side and clicks his tongue. “If you're trying to reduce your sentence, don’t even try it.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” Y/N murmurs, trailing her lip around the rim of her wine glass as she leans against the counter. “I was just wondering if it has to be only braless with a shirt on top, or if I could wear just a bra or bralette.”

Harry blinks once, his mouth falling open in surprise. “I—what?”

“Like, I have this little cotton Calvin Klein bralette, and it’s super comfy, and still gives me some support, but my cleavage and such is still decently on display.” Y/N clarifies with a smug grin, setting down her glass against the fake marble counter as she stretches to reach the spice cabinet. “I think that could fulfill our agreement, no? You know what bralette I’m talking about, right? You’ve probably seen it when you’ve been snooping around.”

Harry looks at her carefully, trying to catch the trick behind her all-too generous offer. He replies in a measured tone, leaning against the fridge as his eyes glue to the way her chest heaves as she teeters forwards on her tiptoes to grab a condiment. “I know the one, yes. Peachy pink, right? With a thick band and slightly ruffled fabric at the center?”

“That’s the one, yup.” Y/N pops the last letter of the word, wiggling her fingers to try and grab the oregano from the highest shelf. “It’s a nice number, I think, and going around braless for so long does my back in sometimes.”

Harry pushes off the barrier he’s using as support, drifting towards Y/N as she stands before her cupboards, one hand propped against the counter to boost herself up as the other fishes for the small container a few inches from the tips of her fingers. He stops right beside her, looking down at her with that same calculating gaze he had across the room. He’s still trying to sus out her angle, but little does he know that what she’s trying to implement is going to work out for both of them.

She’s grown quite fond of the extra attention he’s been giving her, and for some odd reason, she feels a deep sense of pleasure every time she catches him staring at her chest. Maybe it’s the way his eyes glint longingly as he ogles, or the way he’ll chew into his cheek or along his bottom lip or into the side of his finger as he follows the outline of her cleavage, or maybe it’s that when she catches him gawking, he’ll hold intense eye contact with her for a second before casting his gaze away to some other unimportant object.

Maybe it was that one time yesterday where she’d managed to pull an actual reaction out of him. They had been watching a rerun of a Scooby Doo movie, and she could feel his ghastly eyes pinned to her bust, probably because she had lied down on her stomach across her sectional sofa as he had sat on the floor in front of it, so when he turned his head, her chest had been less than a foot away. And as if that wasn’t enough, she had purposefully flushed it against the couch cushion below to make it seem extra plump and appealing, which would have knocked the air from Harry’s lungs if he still had them.

He’d released a soft whimper so broken and needy, Y/N had to fight off a conceited grin to avoid letting him know she was doing this to him with actual intention. She’d pretended not to hear it, but she had allowed herself to indulge the flare of satisfaction that rose from watching him shift his sitting position a bit, as if something were growing heavy between his thighs. His actions had vaguely made her wonder if ghosts could even feel arousal, and if they could, she hoped he was. It was the perfect revenge, because she at least knows that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Not with anyone else, at least.

Y/N watches as Harry reaches an arm up, easily reaching the bottle she’s attempting to retrieve. He swipes his hand across the container, the motion managing to knock it off the shelf and into her awaiting palm. She’s learned that in order to touch objects, he has to put in quite a bit of energy and concentration to succeed in breaking through the dimensional barrier that separates the living from the dead. Garnering the slightest contact can sometimes drain him a great deal, so when he does make it his mission to touch something, he does it with as little impact as possible to save his energy for later, in case he wants to grab something for an extended period of time, or grasp a heavier weight that would require more exertion.  

“Thanks.” She smiles up at him innocently, blinking her lashes with a slightly sultry air as she closes the cupboard slowly.

Harry swallows heavily, glimpsing down at where her chest is still heaving from when she’d made a grand effort to collect the ingredient she needed. He hates how his little cheeky plan had recently become the bane of his undead existence, given that Y/N had recently begun using it to her advantage. But he can’t complain, because he’s getting exactly what he asked for. He just wishes he could get more.

His voice comes out low and strained as his eyes coast back up to meet her own, which are dancing with smug amusement. “You’re welcome.”

“So what do you say?” Y/N asks, uncapping the spice and sprinkling a liberal amount into her sauce. “Think we could tweak our deal?”

Harry pulls himself back onto the counter, tapping his fingers against the surface without making a sound. “I suppose.” He replies after a moment, eyes flickering to Y/N’s chest once more as she leans down to taste the sauce. “The bralette should be fine, as long as it’s not too padded.” He shoots her a cheeky grin. “I like a bit of nipple, you know that.”

“You’re gross.” Y/N scoffs, shaking her head as she sets down the wooden spoon on the stove. “I'm gonna go change, then. Watch this for me, will you?”

And Harry does rather diligently, inhaling the flavorful aromas rising from the stove. He wishes, for the billionth time in his thirty odd years of death, that he could taste food. He knows he doesn’t need it, but even just having its essence pass over his tongue would be enough for him. He misses pasta, he thinks, staring longingly at the noodles boiling away on the stove. And pizza, and fish, and steak, cooked perfectly with a delicious side of mashed potatoes and gravy, just pink enough in the middle that it’s still tender—

“You didn’t burn down the kitchen. Good job!” Y/N’s voice calls from behind, and the ghost turns around with a retort on his lips that quickly falls away once he sees her.

She’s put on the bralette just as she said she would, and it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of. The cotton is thin enough that he can see the clear outline of what he wants through the article, and the halter neckline lands low enough that he can see every dip and curve of her breasts. A band of her stomach is exposed beneath the labeled elastic lining the bottom of the fabric, and the soft skin seems to call to Harry, making him desperate to touch it. Y/N’s decided to swap her sweatpants as well, it seems, as she’s now dressed in a loose pair of heather grey shorts that sit above her belly button and barely cover the curve of her ass. The loose legs flutter up with her every movement, and if she were about to bend over just a smidge, he could—

“How’s this?” The girl asks, flicking her loose hair over her shoulder with a simper. “Does it meet the requirements?”

Harry clears his throat, his words coming out as a pained groan. “God, you’re a fucking bitch, you know that?”

Y/N sputters into a round of airy laughter, coming to stand before him with her hands perched on her hips. Her tone is innocent, but her true intentions are written clear across her face, obvious in the way her lips twitch with evil delight. “How so? I’m abiding to our terms!”

“You’re giving me the world’s worst case of blue-balls, is what you’re doing.” Harry bites back, his sharp jaw clenching and full lips pressing into a bothered grimace. “And you’re doing it on fucking purpose.”  

“You made your casket, now lie in it.” Y/N states brightly, shrugging her brows with finality.

“Harsh.” Harry mumbles, but he can’t fight off the amused grin that tweaks his dimples into place.  

Harry slips off the counter again onto his feet, not being able to stay still. There’s a peculiar buzzing sensation coursing through each of his ghostly limbs, and anytime he stays put, it intensifies to the point where he feels like he’s going to explode into a shower of static.

He saunters up behind Y/N, looking over her shoulder as she regains her previous activity of mixing the contents in the pot while they simmer their way to completion. Despite not being able to touch her, he can still smell her just fine, and her homey scent of chamomile and jasmine are ever welcomed. She just smells so much like a girl, for a lack of a better explanation, and Harry hasn’t been this close to one his own age since before he passed. It’s driving him to the brink.

“I’d give you a taste if I could.” Y/N's soft, teasing voice echoes against his ears as she cranes her neck to look at him. “It’s a family recipe.”

“Yeah...” Harry locks eyes with her for a moment, and his hand instinctively reaches down to grasp at her waist. Instead of being met with the warm sturdiness of what he knows would be her silky skin, he’s met with the typical icy fizzing sensation that constantly haunts him whenever he tries to make contact with a living being. His digits pass right through her hip, though she barely seems to notice, the only palpable indication of his attempt being a cold breeze wafting across her flesh.

He knows it’s something that is extremely easy to brush off, usually as a simple draft from the air conditioning, given the similarities between the two experiences. And that’s exactly what she appears to do as she gives a light, dismissive shiver, not paying it any mind.

The ghost tries his best to keep his disappointment from registering in his mood, and his tone instead fills with an unreadable emptiness that only he can truly interpret. Below it lies a double meaning, and it has to do with way more than just the general desire to be able to experience the taste of good again; it holds a certain longing that pertains to a deeper type of hunger, but again, only he can truly decipher it. “Yeah, I can only dream of it.”

[chastiefoul]

secret. | itafushi

in which Fushiguro and Itadori are dating in secret.

and it was going all great and good

until Itadori accidentaly kissed Fushiguro in front of their whole group of friends.

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Needless to say, it was kind of a great night.

With both, 1st and 2nd year trio hanging around in the common room watching some stupid movie—that’s what they decided to call it after Itadori chose it- cramped around each other, because no one really wanted to give up the couch and sat on the floor.

Well, not really everyone is cramped up. Maki—of course, got to sit alone on the single couch all because she won the rock paper scissors tournament, and when that settled no one really wanted to rechallenge the scary master of cursed weapons now, did they?

Panda and Inumaki had also luckily managed to win the double couch, already making themselves comfortable. And given how unlucky the first years track record was—like having to fight a literal special grade cursed spirit on their very first mission, the three of them had to sit pressed against each other on the another double couch available there.

It was right then Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki made an unspoken agreement that as soon as their damn white-haired teacher comes back from his usual shenanigans, they would rightfully demand another place to sit they deserved immediately. Literally these guys had to risk their lives every time a mission comes up and they couldn’t even get a proper common room where everyone could sit comfortably.

Though, it’s not like these situations didn’t bring certain advantages to certain boys who are dating in secret.

The atmosphere was strangely quiet, only the sound of the tv continued along the nightfall. They’re all focused on the movie that Itadori had specially hand-picked from his personal collection. He felt strangely smug about that—fortunately no one has said anything about it.

But the thing is, being the guy who recommended to film means that you’ve already watched it. And it’s only normal to find some parts of it were pretty boring when you already knew what’s going to happen.

Itadori yawned, feeling the drowsiness coming. Kugisaki that was leaning to him mumbled on his right shoulder, “You tired?” Her eyes still on the moving screen. “Nah, just sleepy,” Itadori responded, finding himself staring Fushiguro on his left. He thought about how great it was if he could snuggle up against the boy and just sleep right then, but couldn’t, since they both agreed to wait for more time until telling the group about their relationship.

It wasn’t long before Fushiguro noticed the lingering gaze, returning the stare with one of his own. “What?” He whispered exasperatedly, yet gentle, like a newfound fondness in what he considered to be annoying before. Itadori just smiled, letting out the quietest mutter he could manage, “Nothing, you’re just too pretty I couldn’t help it.”

The raven-haired male only cringed at how cheesy it sounded but still blushed, nonetheless. “The embarrassing things that came out from your mouth sometimes..” He held the cushion pillow closer to his face, in an attempt to hide the color that was creeping up to his cheeks, though it wasn’t really doing much since the room was already dim.

Suddenly Itadori felt a sharp nudge on his right side, making him double over in pain. “Shut up with your whispering over there, some of us are trying watch!” Kugisaki hissed, clearly infuriated. “Salmon,” Inumaki chimed in, seeming like agreeing to what the redhead had to say.

Itadori only chuckled without any remorse.

“Fine I’ll be quiet! Geez. This could be considered bullying, y’know,” he mumbled the last part, Kugisaki made a face at this, ready to give him a second violent nudge. Itadori raised both of his arm, surrendering. He could feel Fushiguro’s body shook, holding his laughter. Itadori softened.

If he could see Fushiguro’s smile then all is good.

Another fifteen minutes passed, Itadori couldn’t take it anymore. He’s extremely sleepy. As good as the movie was, it’s not really fun anymore to watch for the second time, especially for someone who got easily bored. He let out another yawn,

“I think I’m gonna go back to my room, enjoy the rest of the movie everyone, good night.” Everyone offered a curt hum, one or two of them mumbled wishing him a good night as well.

He got up, giving Fushiguro a small peck under his eye.

It was not until too late and everyone had stared at him that he realized, he just kissed Fushiguro in front of them, the very people who they’ve been desperately hiding the relationship from.

Itadori would be fine with some cheering, or a hundred bombarding questions, or maybe something else, really, anything besides this complete and utter silence. This unbearable stillness that demanded explanations about what it was that Itadori just did.

“Th-there was an eyelash on Fushiguro’s cheek!”

Even Fushiguro’s demon dogs knew that wasn’t a very smart answer.

“So like a normal person you decided to pick it up with your mouth?” Maki asked, drawing her hand up to fix her glasses’ placement.

“That’s unsanitary,” Panda said disapprovingly while Inumaki only nodded along.

“What?! How was it different than kissing a person?” Itadori retorted, Fushiguro wished that the older male would just stop talking. None of the thing he said had helped their now futile attempt in keeping their relationship a secret.

“So you were kissing him then?” Kugisaki smirked, the four of them succeeded on cornering Itadori to where they wanted.

“There was no kiss, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Itadori stubbornly deflect, bringing his gaze elsewhere. “No? So nothing like the one like last week when both of you were in the kitchen making dinner?” Maki said, now wearing a similar smug smirk like Kugisaki. “Or that time at night after a mission before you both went back to your respective rooms?” She continued, merciless.

By then Itadori and Fushiguro’s faces had turned red in shame, the pink-haired boy a spluttering mess, the younger boy had his face so deep on the cushion he’s holding, wishing it would open a hole similar to a shadow puddle he summoned on a daily basis and swallowed him already.

“Right, I also saw you two on the training ground a few days back, underneath the tree, K-I-S-S-“ Panda followed, tone mischievous.

“Ah!! Stop, stop!!” Itadori cut him off, before he could totally die out of mortification.

His friends already knew, they already knew and didn’t say anything to him. He remembered all those times thinking he was being sneaky when it turns out, they all already knew, even worse, they saw it all!

“I can’t believe none of you guys said anything until now!” Itadori yelled, though it lacked bark seeing his neck still in a color similar to his uniform’s hood. “Please, it’s not like we had to see you guys kiss to know you both are dating, you flirt with him in broad daylight every damn day, have some shame!” Kugisaki yelled back, now standing up pointing his index finger sharply to the other male.

“Wha-well, in my defense, Fushiguro likedit!” He blurted out, making the entire room spared their attention to the shadowcurses-wielder.

If Fushiguro didn’t want to die before, now he definitely does.

“Oh? Why are my cute students still up this late at night?” Said a familiar playful voice, making everyone turned their heads to the source of sound. Gojo had come back from whatever business he was attending to. Honestly no one asked anything about it anymore, the guy’s too vexatious.

Itadori saw this distraction as an opening, he dashed past his teacher, grabbing along Fushiguro with him.

“Nothing at all, Gojo-sensei, me and Fushiguro were just about to go back to our own room!” The older male shouted, running to the direction of their rooms.

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It seemed like they were both saved, because Fushiguro honestly didn’t know how to respond to that kind of thing. Relieve washed over him, seeing the sight of his own room’s door. A safe place. But forget about that.

Fushiguro thwacked Itadori over the head, it didn’t hurt, it never did. “Are you an idiot, saying things like that in front of everyone?” He sighed relently, his cheeks somewhat still a bit warm. He was actually glad by the sudden development of the event, Itadori really looked like he was really troubled then.

“Ehh?” Itadori leaned in upon hearing that, putting his both of his hands on the dark-haired male either sides, trapping him against the wall between their room. He’s pouting. “But you do like it, right?” His eyebrow furrowed in worry, searching Fushiguro’s expression.

The latter man only squirmed at the sudden proximity; his face returned to a color of crimson.

“Of course I do,” he mumbled, looking away. Fushiguro’s eyes glistened with peeking moonlights, his eyelashes moved gently along the breeze of wind over the opened window. What a stunning sight, Itadori thought.

He sneaked a hand below his lover’s jaw, leading his stare back to him. The usual goofy expression on Itadori’s face was gone, replaced by a serious one. Like finding a chore that had to be done immediately, the urgence on the boy in front of him was pulling Fushiguro in, he shivered in excitement.

Finally their lips met, for a moment, nothing else mattered.

It was only a quick kiss, but still sweet nonetheless, considering the smile they have on their features.

A realization dawned upon them suddenly. Perhaps the real problem here all along was that they need to stop kissing in places like hallways if they really want people to not know. They only looked at each other, knowing that the matter was far from over since they practically ran away from the situation.

They can only imagine how troublesome tomorrow’s going to be.

“We don’t learn, do we?”

“I guess we don’t.”

They smiled.

[falcqns]

Hey, hey it's me ❤ I'm in the mood for some angst, hmmm, the girl is having a huge crush on Henry since they met and they are friends for years but on her thirtieth birthday he made a huge party and when she wanted to confess her feelings for him she found him with her best friend in her bed. Thanks in advance ❤

Amnesia

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: way too descriptive explanation of eating a piece of schnitzel off a fork (i got carried away), bratty!henry, slightly toxic!henry, violence towards women (slight), swearing, angst, alcohol consumption.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I wasn’t sure if you wanted a happy ending or a sad ending, so I wrote both! Hope you enjoy ❤️ I also listened to Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer while writing this, so it may be slightly based on that song haha.

You had met Henry at Comic Con in 2013, when you had gone to see his panel for Man of Steel, and got the opportunity to ask him a question. Your question intrigued him, and shortly after the panel, you were approached by Henry himself, who was also going to the Game of Thrones panel. He remembered you from his panel, and the two of you sat together. You spent the rest of the day together, and you ended up joining him and the cast of Man of Steel for drinks that night.

After Comic Con, you two stayed in touch through Instagram, and eventually you gave him your number. A few months later, your job relocated you to London, and he offered for you to stay with him, to which you accepted. You two were great roommates, and even better friends. But, this didn’t stop your feelings from blossoming.

Everything about him was attractive to you. From the way he always had a slight scowl on his face in the morning, giving you and Kal only grunts as responses until he had a cup of coffee, to the way he would get sucked into his video games and not realize over half the day passed by without him. You loved the way you could make him snort if he laughed hard enough, and that his sides were ridiculously ticklish. You adored how much he loved to cook, often calling you into the kitchen to taste his new recipe of the week. But, your favourite thing about him was how he treated you.

Even though you were not an actress, he never treated you as anything but an equal. He was always so interested in your work, and would always be the first person to congratulate you when you reached a goal you had been striving for. He was the one who brought you soup in bed and took care of you when you were sick without a second thought, and held you whenever you needed a good cry. Your friends often referred to him as your husband because of how much he cared and looked out for you. You never put much thought to it however, until your mom asked you if you two were dating when he joined you at a family gathering.

He had stood up to go and get himself a beer, and brought you back your favourite drink and some of your favourite foods on a plate without you even asking. He then sat next to you, and engaged in a conversation about NASCAR with your dad, uncles, and grandfather.

Your mom leaned over ad whispered in your ear, “Are you two together?”

You gave her an alarmed look, and shook your head vigorously. “No, mom, we’re not. Why?”

Your mom’s eyes drifted over to Henry. “You two sure seem like you are. Might want to talk to him about it, because the way you look at him as if he hung the stars and the moon specifically for you suggest different.”

You had shaken it off, and thought nothing of it until you were back at home the next night, and really thought about what your mom said. Did he like you, or were you just reading into things too much? You shook it out of your head, and rolled over to fall asleep.

But, when he called you into the kitchen to ask you to taste his attempt at making schnitzel for the first time, you thought about it again. You watched as he offered you a piece of the cooked meat on a fork, and you opened your mouth to accept it. You noticed how his eyes were glued to your lips as they wrapped around the fork, and how he slightly bit his lip as you pulled the meat off the utensil to chew it. You instantly smiled at the taste of the food, and Henry let out a breath both he and you didn’t know he was holding.

You told him it was delicious, and you watched how is eyes lit up in joy. He did a little happy dance, and instantly blushed when you giggled your way out of the kitchen.

The next time you thought about it was when you two were sitting on the couch, watching The Sound of Music, and you drifted off just as the Von Trapps were performing at the festival and escaping. Your head had called onto his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you like he always did. But then he did something unexpected. You woke with a start when he lifted you up, shifted his body so it was lying down on the couch, and laid you back down right onto his chest, you head coming to rest under his chin. “Thought this might be more comfy,” he had said, and you smiled and thanked him, before your eyes refocused on the movie, no longer tired.

You noticed all of these things, but you failed to notice how much of an interest your best friend had taken in him. He was never interested, he only had eyes for you, but he did notice.

He noticed how when he wasn’t in the room, and you were on call with her, she would laugh normally, but when he entered the room, she would laugh differently, as if trying to entice him with small, annoying and EXTREMELY squeaky giggles that made him want to claw at his ears. He had never taken a second look at her. He was head over heels in love with you, why would he look at your best friend when he could stare at the goddess of beauty that was you? He’d never thought he’d have a chance with you, so he settled to love you from afar until you found your person, at which time he would resolve to look for his. It wasn’t the healthiest mindset, but it worked for him.

When your 30th birthday had rolled around, Henry decided to be the loyal best friend and roommate he was, and throw you a birthday party. He and Kal decorated the house (more like Henry decorated the house and re hung the decorations that Kal pulled down while “helping”), bought a bunch of booze, and food, and invited all your friends (and your’s and his mutual friends), and your family, along with his (minus the children. Children and drunk parents usually dont mix well.).

He noticed throughout the night that you had become slightly more distant from him. Usually at parties, you would be glued to him like the sea urchin you had gotten stuck in your foot at age 10, but you gradually stopped seeking him out. Then, his eyes landed on you, talking to another guy.

A cold, sick feeling chill ran through his bones, and he instantly recognized it as jealousy. his first thought was how dare you speak to another man? But, then he remembered, that you and him were not together, and the guy had every right to talk to you. So, he headed over to the kitchen island which was serving as the bar, and decided to drown his jealousy in alcohol. His body would pay for that in the morning, but at that exact moment he couldn’t care less.

When you had stepped outside with aforementioned guy, he picked up the vodka and chugged as much of it as he could, desperate to get wasted. After a few more drinks, he felt sufficiently drunk. Then, your best friend sauntered up to him, and Henry was surprised to find that he could tolerate her for more than 30 seconds. The two of them struck up a conversation, and what surprised Henry even more was he didn’t push her away when she touched him, kissed him, or even invited him upstairs to “fool around.” Maybe alcohol wasn’t so bad after all.

You however, were having a great time. You and your friend Cody had stepped outside to continue your conversation, as Cody was pretty quiet, and the party was rather loud. You two had just stepped into the kitchen when you looked around for Henry to introduce him to Cody, who was a huge fan of his. You didn’t see him, but when you brought it up to Cody he just said, “Oh, I lose my boyfriend at parties all the time. He’ll be here somewhere.”

You two ventured around the house, but didn’t find a sign of Henry. So when you asked your mom where he went, you were shocked when she told you that him and your best friend had gone upstairs. You immediately raced upstairs thinking that you were going to break up a fight. He had never liked her, and often had to leave the room when you were FaceTiming with her, because she just “annoyed him to the point of wanting to pull an August Walker” he said. You’d always ignored it, because your boyfriends had never gotten along with her, and you just always assumed it was because she was protective over you.

But, when you walked upstairs and found his bedroom and bathroom, the spare bedroom and bathroom, and your office empty, you opened the door to your bedroom, and your heart instantly broke into a million pieces. He was butt ass naked on your bed, balls deep in your best friend, who was also completely naked.

You gasped, and Henry immediately stopped his movements and his eyes snapped to you. The widened, and he immediately sobered up before swearing. “Shit, Y/N.” He said, before pulling out of your best friend, and covering himself. He watched in horror as your eyes welled up with tears and you ran across the hall to his bedroom to lock yourself in. It was only in that moment that he realized he was in your room, not his. He immediately redressed, and ran across the hall to his room, and began banging on the door.

Your best friend scoffed at your reaction, redressed as well, and then joined Henry across the hall. “She’s just being dramatic.”

Henry looked at her confused. “Dramatic? She just caught us, her two best friends, fucking in her bed. She has every reason to be upset. She is not being dramatic.” Your best friend rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms. “Then can you get her whiny ass out of there so we can finish what we started?”

Henry turned around quicker than Pietro trying to save Clint. “No. What happened shouldn’t have happened.”

She rolled her eyes and stomped her foot like a child. “So you used me?” Henry scoffed.

“I’d say you used me.”

“How?”

He stared at her in amazement at her sheer stupidity.

“You CLEARLY used the fact that I was heartbroken and drunk. You’re always seeking me out when I’m around, and you change from this person who seems barely tolerable to a complete and utter insufferable bitch.” He didn’t allow her to speak, instead pounded on the door.

“Y/N! Let me explain!” He begged, and tried to ignore the way he could practically hear your best friend roll her eyes beside him.

“No! There’s nothing for you to explain. You made your feelings perfectly clear. I’m just sorry that I wasted 7 years being friends and being in love with you just for you to fall for my ex best friend.” You heard both Henry and your ex best friend exclaim, but you didn’t listen to a word they said, instead grabbing Henry’s AirPods, shoving them in your ear, and turning your music on full blast before laying in Henry’s bed.

Outside the door, Henry and your ex best friend were in a straight up crazy bitch fight.

“SHE’S BEEN MY FRIEND FOR LONGER!” She screamed.

Henry got right in her face, and screamed right back at her. “I’VE CARED FOR HER AND LOVED HER FOR LONGER THAN YOU HAVE! YOU USED AN AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, LOVING, CARING, WONDERFUL WOMAN TO GET TO ME! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“SHE WOULD HAVE NEVER WENT AFTER YOU, OR EVEN ADMITTED HER FEELINGS! SHE’S PLAYING WITH YOUR FUCKING MIND! I SAW A FUCKING OPPORTUNITY TO GET LAID BY HENRY MOTHERFUCKING CAVILL AND I FUCKING TOOK IT! SUE ME!”

Henry grabbed her arm, and shoved her towards the stairs. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT CONTACTING HER AGAIN, BECAUSE SO HELP ME GOD YOU EVEN TALK TO HER, I WILL RUIN YOUR FUCKING LIFE! I’VE DONE IT BEFORE, I CAN DO IT AGAIN!”

She ripped her arm out of Henry’s grasp and slapped him across the face before storming down the stairs and out of the house. When he watched as no one even gave her a second look as she passed, he knew that everyone hated her just as much as he did.

He tried pounding on the door again, but you didn’t answer, so he resolved to just rejoin the party. It was painfully obvious that you needed some alone time, and he was more than willing to give it to you at the moment, he needed to cool down as well.

(happy ending starts here. If you want a SAD ending, click HERE.)

The party cleared out less than an hour later, and Henry took it upon himself to clean up. The mess wasn’t too bad, but the living room could do with a sweep and the garbage needed to be taken out. He had a feeling he’d be out the majority of the next day, and he didn’t want you doing anything. He planned on spending the rest of the day making it up to you once he woke up.

He finished cleaning, and set the garbage next to the front door. He might be a 6’1 burly ass man, but he wasn’t crazy enough to go out after dark, who knows what’s lurking in the shadows out there.

He searched around the house for Kal, and became slightly panicked when he couldn’t find him, but then remembered he had put him in his bedroom before the party started, because he gets too excited around big groups of people, and Henry didn’t need stains from spilt alcohol all over the house.

He grabbed the set of keys that he had for the doors in the house that locked. Your room, his room, the basement, and your office all locked, so he had made sure to keep them on the same key ring. He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door once more, but as he suspected, you didn’t answer. He unlocked the door, and was immediately jumped by Kal. He gave Kal some pets, and let him run down the stairs and out the doggy door in the kitchen to go pee. Henry walked in the room, and his heart clenched in his chest at what he saw.

You were curled up in a ball on his bed, with his AirPods in your ears blasting music. Your eyes were puffier than hell, with tears stains all over your cheeks. Originally, he was going to move you to your bed, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t be sleeping there until you burned the sheets and got new ones, so he pulled the comforter over you. He pulled his AirPods out of your ears and put them back in the charging case. He took your phone and plugged it in, before turning on his TV and putting on Family Guy for background noise while you slept. Kal came bounding up the stairs seconds later, and growled when he saw Henry standing close to you.

“Oh, you’re taking her side now?” Henry asked the pup. Kal barked softly in agreement before glaring at his dad until he moved away from you, and then hopped up on the bed gently.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. I was an asshole, wasn’t I?” He said, glancing down at you once more. Kal laid his head on your hip, and growled at Henry again.

Henry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I know. Your dad’s an idiot. I’m going. Protect her, ‘kay?” He said as he walked out of the room, and Kal huffed while snuggling closer to you and closing his eyes.

Henry closed the door, and felt his exhaustion and extreme drunkenness hit him. He looked at the stairs to his right, and decided against trying to walk down them. He then walked right into your open bedroom, and looked around. He had never really gotten a good look at your bedroom before, but he absolutely adored the way it was decorated.

You had done everything in your power to make it look comfy. You had faerie lights all over, as well as LED’s on the ceiling trim. You had a small sofa with various throw pillows and multiple comfortable blankets on it. You had a huge fluffy rug on the floor, and your bed had a insanely comfortable comforter, and a good 7 or 8 pillows on it, mostly throw pillows.

Henry pulled the throw pillows off the bed, and tossed them onto the couch, before climbing in. He was instantly overwhelmed by your scent. It was in your pillows, your comforter, even your stuffed elephant named Bubbles that you slept with every night. He hopped out of your bed once more, and brought Bubbles over to you, placing her under your arm and against your face. He went back to your room, and climbed in your bed, and fell asleep wishing you were in his arms.

The next morning, Henry’s body jerked awake at 5 am, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. He limbed out of your bed, before remaking it, and walking over to check on you. Kal jumped off the bed at the sight of Henry, and allowed him to come closer. He stopped at Henry’s feet and pressed himself against his legs, which signified he wanted some love.

Henry squatted own, and gave his fluffy boy some pets, and hugged him back when kal crawled in between his legs and rested his head on his shoulder. Henry chuckled.

“It’s gonna be fine buddy. Daddy’s gonna make it up to her, and maybe she’ll even agree to being your Mommy.” He said, and Kal licked his face before walking out of the room. Henry walked over, and climbed in beside you. He pulled you, into his arms, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stirred, and tried to pull away from him when your eyes focused on his face, but he was too strong.

“I am so fucking sorry.” He whispered, and you said nothing as you buried your face in his neck, tears coming to your eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just, I was drunk, and in love with you, but I thought I couldn’t have you. I saw you with that other guy, and I just got so jealous. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I didn’t stop her. But, I should have.” He whispered, tears present in his voice as well. “Actually,” He said, pulling you closer and running a hand through your hair when he felt tears land on his neck. “I should have told you how I felt years ago. I should have told you how much I was drawn to you, and how much of my mind you occupy when I asked you to move in. I should have been honest the whole time, and I wasn’t. I am so fucking sorry, and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you just give me a chance to show you how much I love you. Please,” He begged, and you slowly nodded.

Henry’s heart exploded into fireworks. He pulled you close against his chest, and ran his hand up and down your back. Henry continued to talk to you, but you drowned it out as you were lulled to sleep by his scent, voice, warmth, and love.

You didn’t forgive him yet, and he didn’t expect you to. But, he loved you, you loved him, and most importantly he was sorry, and you’d knew he’d spend the rest of his life proving that to you.

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

SapioSexual

★☆ AN: So, this prompt is dedicated to anyone attracted to nerds and science. Look I’m terrible at chemistry so I made Kuroo a jack of all trades while still being ace at chemistry. Also, thanks to @succulent-momma​ and @drabbles-blurbs-words​ for editing this for me.

★☆ Summary: It’s not Kuroo’s fault, not really. It’s not his fault that every time he opened his mouth to talk like that you just wanted to throw yourself at him. 

★☆ Warning: Explicit sex, Size Kink, and Rough sex. Read at your own discretion. Kuroo x Fem Reader. 

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Kuroo considered himself fairly handsome and was well-liked by most people. Except by his teammates who nicknamed him "demon captain". And of course, Kenma who would frequently throw some jabs his way. But he was nice to girls. In fact, he was a gentleman to every girl he met, only accompanied by mild playful teasing when the moment required it. Most girls, in his humble opinion, wanted his attention and frankly desired to date him. Except for Y/N.

He would never forget that particular day in 2nd year when she turned him down in front of his team. Kuroo and Kenma were heading home after volleyball practice accompanied by Yaku and Yamamoto, who were heading out as well.

Kuroo, noticing Y/N, called out, "Y/N-chan!"

Y/N turned around to see Kuroo waving at her, to which she only frowned in return.

"So, Y/N-chan, when are you going to take up on my offer of going on a date soon?"

"Over my dead body," she murmured before flouncing away.

Yaku had burst out laughing, enjoying Kuroo's embarrassment. Yamamoto tried to spare his senpai's feelings knowing the pain of being rejected all too well. But it was just too satisfying to watch smug Kuroo get turned down. Yamamoto collapsed in howling fits. Kuroo could even see Kenma hiding a smirk underneath his long bangs while trying and failing to look absorbed in his PSP.

She perplexed the hell out of him. He didn't understand where he went wrong with Y/N. In fact, she only displayed uninterest most of the time he attempted to talk to her.

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  However, he finally started making headway in his third year. Y/N, lo and behold, was in his class. Making it easier for him to talk to her. She was resistant to his efforts at first, but one particular day she let her guard down.

"Y/N-chan, how did you do on your chemistry test?" he inquired, looking at his 98.

He could feel her glare, and so Kuroo looked up to shoot a smirk at her.

"An 85. Probably better than your score," she huffed.

"Not today, sweetheart. Looks like I win." He sat back in his chair and radiated smugness.

Y/N leaned over from her chair to look at his score, and he could see her eyes widen in shock.

"How? You had two practice matches this week against rival schools back to back! When did you get the time to study?" Y/N blurted out.

"I'm flattered you know so much about my schedule."

She avoided eye contact and cleared her throat. "Don't get it twisted. It's hard not to know when that's all you've talked about for two weeks."

Kuroo's smirk just got bigger. "And here I thought you don't listen to poor old me. I'm smarter than you think I am. I don't need to study a lot to get adequate grades."

Y/N seemed a bit incredulous.

"Then why isn't your rank higher?" she challenged.

"Well, we can't all be ranked second like you. But you're right. My rank could be better if I tried more. But I don't need to because my grades just have to be good enough to play volleyball and get into a decent university. It's not like I'm going to be a doctor."

Y/N stared at him for a moment before requesting if she could look at his test to see what she did wrong. Kuroo shrugged and gave it to her.

He could feel Y/N's inquisitive gaze on him the rest of the day. But every time he turned to see, her long dark hair hid her face. It was puzzling, to say the least.

As the bell rang and he was about to leave for volleyball practice, Y/N stopped him.

"Kuroo, next time there's a chemistry test can we study together?" she asked him almost shyly.

A bit dazed by her request, he only nodded, to which she responded with, "great! See you tomorrow."

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Days began to fly by with Y/N still somehow talking to him, their topics ranging from academic to inane intellectual discussions.

"Ne Kuroo, do you think there's any truth to Jurassic Park? Like theoretically, can we bring back dinosaurs?" she asked him one morning after biology.

He blinked at the question and put his mechanical pencil down. Y/N reminded him too much of a particular beanpole dinosaur enthusiast in that moment.

"Not really. Because think about it, not only would we need to have a perfect DNA replica to duplicate, meaning the bullshit explanation from the movie of filling the missing DNA structures with DNA from modern species wouldn't work. But we would also need to recreate the environment these creatures thrived in. The current Earth right now is colder than they're used to. Then we would also have to recreate the same food sources. These dinosaurs didn't evolve to eat grass or cows. Plain and simple, they wouldn't survive."

Y/N's face brightened. "Exactly! Oh, and did you see the new dinosaur they discovered in Hokkaido? It's called Kamuysaurus. It's a different species of Hadrosaurid." She continued enthusiastically explaining to him what made the Kamuysaurus different from other Hadrosaurid species. It was kind of boring, to be honest; he wasn't much of a dinosaur fan, but he listened intently, feeling satisfied knowing that Y/N's attention was solely on him.

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The next week as Kuroo was walking home with Kenma, he noticed Y/N going inside a bookstore.

"Kenma, I'm going to go ahead, alright?" Kuroo said as he watched Y/N curiously.

Kenma looked up to see Kuroo staring at Y/N. "She's just going to yell at you again."

"Don't worry; I got it handled. See you tomorrow." Without waiting to hear his childhood friend's response, Kuroo ran to catch up to her before she left the store.

The store's bell jingled, and an employee welcomed him inside. He walked around for a bit before finally finding Y/N in the back, intensely reading a book. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Y/N jumped and let out a squeak. She relaxed, seeing his smirking face "Kami-sama! Kuroo, don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!"

He chuckled at her reaction and stepped closer into her personal space. Looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of what she was reading.

"Stars and constellations? Since when are you into astronomy?" he asked.

"Well, it's a fairly new hobby. Chichiue and I are planning a trip to the mountains to chart stars. I thought it would help me to know what we are looking at."

She tried to move away to put some space between them, but he just grabbed her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Hmm, need some help?"

She turned around and cocked her eyebrow at him. "Let me guess you know some things about astronomy too?"

He just ignored the sarcasm in her voice before going on a tangent. "Well, did you know at the center of every galaxy is a gigantic black hole that is gradually sucking everything inside? That's how we got the image of a swirling galaxy that we know today. Just in the Milky Way alone, there's about ten million to a billion other smaller black holes."

Kuroo stopped to glance at Y/N, who was looking back at him keenly, before continuing.

"And the name of the supermassive black hole at the center of our galaxy is-"

"Sagittarius A," Y/N finished almost breathlessly.

Kuroo joked, "guess you also know some things about astron-"

He failed to complete his sentence when Y/N yanked him down by his school uniform and captured his lips. Her kiss was harsh and greedy as she tried to swallow him whole. He reached over and lifted Y/N to steady her against the bookshelf. He separated for a moment to observe her, captivated as her ample chest heaved up and down.

"Kuroo," she whimpered out while clutching his school uniform.

Y/N grabbed his red tie and tugged him closer. Unable to deny her, he slanted his lips over hers.

 Kuroo was honestly so confused; why was she kissing him in a bookstore of all places? Did she have feelings for him? He supposed she had to have felt some attraction. Otherwise, she wouldn't have jumped him in the middle of a conversation. But if she did, when did it began and how? Because as far as he knew, nothing about himself had changed except they were talking more than usual. Their previous conversations included him being flirty and Y/N doing her best to walk away. But now they could spend hours arguing over their shared answers on their organic chemistry homework.

Still, all those questions disappeared when he felt her tongue intertwine with his and suck. Letting out a groan, he pressed her harder against the shelves and bucked. Y/N gasped and grinded back against his clothed cock. Kuroo could feel his member stirring at the soft sounds she was letting out despite gnawing on her lips. She was impatiently trying to rub against him, unable to get a satisfying rhythm.

"Here…here," he urged, grabbing her legs and tugging them around his waist.

She complied and clutched him closer before reigniting their kiss. Y/N was just so impatient and greedy, she coaxed him to get rougher by nibbling on his lower lip.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Do you always get so needy?" he panted.

He needed a minute. Just a minute to get himself together. Because if he made contact with her hot cunt one more time, Kuroo was going to lose it. He was going pull her panties to the side before plunging his hard cock inside of her. And he didn't think getting disciplined for obscenity in a public place was something either of them could afford right now.

SLAM!

The two of them startled and pulled apart to hear a customer apologizing to the bookstore's employee. A book was dropped on the floor.

He reluctantly lowered Y/N back on the floor and let her go. Y/N was looking anywhere but at him, as she tried to fix her appearance and make herself look presentable again.

Kuroo stepped forward. "Let me."

Y/N just nodded as she looked at the floor. He raised her chin to gaze into her eyes as he fixed her long-ruffled strands of hair.

"There. Perfect." His words meaning more than what he implied.

Kuroo waited for her as she paid for her astronomy book and followed her outside.

"Kuroo, it's still early. Do you wanna grab something to eat?" she asked once both had stepped out.

He blinked at her question, wondering if this was a date but decided to not let the chance slip by.

"Sure, I know the perfect place." He grabbed her hand and ignored her flustered pleas to let her hand go.

By the time they arrived at their destination, Kuroo had noticed Y/N had stopped all her protests. Finally, feeling relaxed and secure in his presence.

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Several months and dates later, Kuroo and Y/N found themselves at his house while studying for an upcoming chemistry exam.

"So, almost all stoichiometry problems can be solved in four simple steps. First, you balance the equation. Convert the units of the given substance to moles. Then calculate the moles of substance yielded by the reaction. Finally, convert the moles of the substance to the desired units. Sounds easy enough, right?" Kuroo asked, looking up from his notes to see Y/N eyeing her worksheet nervously.

"I-I'm going to be honest with you. I have no idea what any of that means," she grumbled.

He grabbed Y/N and pulled her close to him on the bed they were both occupying.

"Here. Watch me do it, and then if you have any questions, let me know."

Kuroo went through the process slowly. When he finished, he looked up to see Y/N gazing at him earnestly with a prominent flush on her face.

He stared back curiously, not understanding why Y/N was peering at him like that. Usually, she gave him those looks when she watched him play volleyball or if he acted particularly sweet that day. He shouldn't have been that surprised when she shoved her worksheet aside and pounced on him.

Y/N desperately clung and kissed him thoroughly.

"W-wait Y/N. We still have work to do," he gasped while turning his face away.

She didn't seem too perturbed and instead started nibbling his slender neck instead.

Hang on, why was he hesitating if there was a willing and rutting girl on top of him?

Kuroo tried to grasp her waist tightly and switch their position. But Y/N was having none of it and pushed his grabby hands away.  She swung her leg over his waist and pushed him down. With her position, her skirt had ridden up and showed off her legs. He couldn't help it as he caressed her silky-smooth skin and started making his way up her skirt. But before he could touch her lacey panties, she once again shoved his hand away.  Y/N carefully steadied herself and started rocking against his jeans.

It didn't take long before his dick started stirring with Y/N grinding on top of him. Trying not to upset Y/N's pace, he carefully unbuttoned her lacey blouse to expose her black bra. Kuroo shoved off the garment off her shoulders so he could knead her breasts through the cotton bra. Perhaps she got impatient from the lack of friction because soon enough, Y/N was unzipping his jeans and pulling out his dick. She pumped it a few times and asked Kuroo to help. While she was getting his dick hard, Kuroo pulled down her panties. She lined up him up quite nicely.

Y/N quickly rammed his cock inside of her, so fast that Kuroo almost missed the pained whimper from her mouth.

"Oy, slow down," he groaned while feeling her walls constrict around him. Kuroo tried to remove himself from her embrace, but she held onto his hips tightly. She started pushing herself up and down on top of him, letting out whimpers at the feeling of being so full.

He could feel her slick building up from the added ministrations and coating his length, making it easier for her to descend on him. Still, it was a tight fit. Bordering on pain and pleasure. He could see the tears in her eyes, so Kuroo once again tried to get her to slow down.

"Sweetheart, we got all the time in the world."

"Tetsu, I.. I need you so badly," she moaned while simultaneously shoving the rest of him inside her.

"Fuck!" he let out after seeing her be filled to the brim and her mound connecting with his pubic.

Y/N was a panting and crying mess, trying to accommodate a cock that was clearly too big for her.

He felt a little ashamed and guilty for liking the way she looked on top of him. But sex with Y/N was always so nasty and filthy. He remembered vividly how desperately she begged for him to take her virginity after school one day. So, Kuroo cut his practice short (the one rare time he did) and took her to the nearest love hotel where he proceeded to fuck her senseless for an hour straight. Still, he remembered feeling despaired afterward because he had wanted to make love after a romantic date for her first time.

His musing got cut short when Y/N started bouncing on his cock mercilessly. She let out choked sobs each time she slammed back down. The bedsprings began squeaking, and the frame of the bed banged against the wall. So much so he would no doubt have to explain about the dent later to his parents.

Soon enough, he could see Y/N becoming tired, her breathing becoming more and more labored.

She begged, "Tetsu, help me."

"I don't know, Y/N. You got yourself in this mess-" Kuroo let out a loud groan when he felt Y/N purposely squeezing his cock.

Kuroo pulled the cups of her bra down to reveal her heaving chest. He sat up on his forearms to thoroughly suck the peaked breasts while keeping one hand on her hips to control the thrusts. The wild bouncing was now replaced with rhythmic rocking. He knew from experience that she liked to stimulate her clit along with penetration. So, each time he entered her, Kuroo held her hips still so he could grind against her more. It worked, her body started shaking and becoming restless from the extra stimulation.

"Tetsu, I-I'm…" she didn't finish her sentence.

"Fuck, I can feel you milking me. Shit, that n-never gets old," he replied, feeling helpless as her orgasm spiraled out of control.

Feeling that the opportunity now was perfect, he quickly reversed their position. Kuroo rammed his cock back inside of her and made sure to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He had to bend a little to make sure his taller height was able to accommodate her. But the position was perfect for deeper penetration, especially when he pressed his chest against the back of her thighs. Y/N was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, so she only got louder and louder from the new angle. He covered her mouth with his hand; however, her muffled sobs were only subdued to a point. Her keening was still audible to anyone who might pass by his room. He let out a grunt when their bodies connected, creating a loud wet slap that only served to turn him on further. No longer able to hold back, Kuroo didn't stop himself from the telltale signs of his own impending pleasure. The base of his cock tightened, and he came inside of her.

He moaned and let Y/N go, settling his face nicely on top of her sweaty and warm chest. Kuroo thanked whatever deity out there that Y/N had been on birth control since their first time. He had the privilege of hitting it raw and hopefully would continue to do so until she said otherwise.

The two laid side by side for a couple of minutes, trying to catch their breaths before he turned on his side and clutched her closer.

Kuroo grabbed Y/N's face and started peppering it with quick kisses, "I love you. I love you so much. You did so good, baby."

Y/N was too tired to participate, so she returned the kisses halfheartedly.

"Not that I mind, babe. But what was that about? I thought we were supposed to be studying," he teased with a smirk.

Y/N shrugged and replied, "I think intelligence is sexy and a turn on."

The smirk on his face crumbled, and he facepalmed.

Y/N frowned at him. "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't have told me that. Now we will never get any studying done," he replied with a groan.

[techno-woman]

WELCOME TO THE FRIEZA FORCE, MY DEAR

(FRIEZA X READER)

::The following story takes place after DragonBall Fighterz villains arc. I do not own any DBZ characters. Enjoy the story!::

It has been over a month since you had returned to your own body after Frieza kicked you out despite you accepting his offer to join him. Honestly you didn’t have much to keep you here on earth anyway since bad luck had a habit of shooting down your spirits. It all started when you had graduated from high school; your dad suffered from a stroke and eventually succumbed to it within two months, your brother was killed in a car crash with your mother two years later, and just recently you had broken up with your boyfriend whom you’ve been dating for four years after finding out that he was cheating on you with another woman. You’ve at least managed to keep your job at a fast food restaurant thanks to your hard working attitude,however; your heart has been closed off since the breakup and you were tired of all the misery in your life so far that it wouldn’t have even mattered if you ended up robbed, murdered or worse.

Then one day you found yourself linked up with Frieza. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how much of an evil prick he was after the way he spoke to you for the first time. He was obviously not a happy camper when he noticed you were controlling his body and not him. Although you couldn’t necessarily blame him since body snatching wasn’t your cup of tea either. Frieza had openly expressed his disgust towards you many times and while his attitude may have annoyed you to no end you somehow oddly find some comfort in it. Perhaps it was because you too had days where you just had to let out your frustrations though it was all in private. You’ve powered through mentally with Frieza because the sting of your ex’s betrayal was still fresh. But working with the tyrant hasn’t been so terrible not when you had experienced his amazing power which would’ve been found in a comic book or a superhero movie. You felt invincible, untouchable almost like a god and you loved it especially the flying part.

The link you had with Frieza had become more stronger with each battle and along the way you encountered Nappa, Captain Ginyu and the Ginyu force, Cell, Goku, Vegeta, Krillin,and the rest of the z fighters. Through them you experienced each of their own unique powers and got along with most of them. Even Frieza was showing subtle signs of him warming up to you which you were grateful for. But deep down you couldn’t help but develop some attachments to the emperor of the universe himself. You weren’t sure if he had felt the same way as you when he had offered you a position in his army after you both took out Android 21 and you knew for a fact that you wouldn’t make a good soldier since part of Frieza’s requirements to joining the Frieza force included strength which you weren’t confident about despite how well you were doing with the link. But of course if it meant that you could start your life anew and leave your misfortune behind then you’d gladly take it. Then afterwards Frieza had warmly welcomed you to join his forces when Android 21 was taken down at last. You smiled at the thought of being in space looking at the stars and planets while riding in a spaceship boldly going where no human has ever gone before. Suddenly Frieza, Cell, Ginyu and Nappa immediately began charging up when their powers had returned to them, getting ready to attack Goku and the gang and before you knew it Frieza chased you out of his body so he could fight Goku without you holding him back. Devastated and heartbroken at the tyrant’s actions you took to the skies leaving Frieza to exact his revenge on his sayian nemesis.

That was the last time you saw him and you never got to tell him how you felt about him. You shook your head as you headed into work wiping away your tears deciding that you were better off without him anyway. You didn’t have much to offer to a guy like that except for your loyalty and love which you doubted that he would be capable of. Two hours in and the events of last month had already been pushed to the back of your mind as you worked hard cleaning dishes, prepping up food, and sweeping up the floor. The lights flickered faintly above and you thought to yourself that the light bulbs must be starting to give out. You were wiping down the tables when a random guy came up to you in an attempt to flirt with you but you ignored him completely.

“What time do you get off, cutie?” The man asked you.

“Sorry sir but I cannot indulge such information to someone I do not know.” You said with a customer friendly tone which surprised you internally to hear such words coming from your own mouth. Apparently you picked up some of Frieza’s elegant speech pattern while you were linked with him.

The man looked surprised in a happy way. “Fancy way of talking, eh? Then how about you let me take you somewhere fancy to eat after you get off?”

“No thank you.” You said as you started to get irritated with him. The lights above you started to flicker.

“Don’t be like that, baby. I can treat you real nice.” The guy insisted.

“Please sir, I have work to do and I am not interested. Have a nice day.” You told him as you kept your tone friendly while your temper was rising. The lights flickered faster causing several of the staff and customers to look in confusion.

“C’mon don’t tell me that a pretty face like you already has a boyfriend?” Inquired the guy.

Now it was starting to get too personal for your liking as the memories of your ex flowed into your mind like a stream of water. Anger was bubbling up as the flickering lights intensified causing everyone to become concerned and even scared. “That is no concern of yours. Now please leave me alone and have a nice day.” You clenched your teeth as you managed to say in a sweet tone while keeping a grip on your temper. You were getting ready to head back into the kitchen when you felt a hand grab your arm and pulled you back.

“What’s the matter, bitch?” The guy hissed. “You think you’re too good to have a good time with guys like me?” He smelled like he hasn’t bathed in a week and his grip on you grew tighter.

Your coworkers and a few customers saw this and attempted to get him to let you go. But the guy insisted that he was your boyfriend and that it was no one’s business.

“SHUT UP JACKASS! YOU’RE NO ONE TO ME!” You yelled angrily at him and at that same time the lights that were flickering above you exploded. Everyone in the store screamed and covered their heads as glass fell upon them. A fire broke out causing several staff members to grab fire extinguishers and put out the fire.

The customers ran out screaming in panic as you were also running out of the store. You didn’t know what was going on but you did know that this had never happened in the restaurant before. So why now? Sounds of police sirens were drawing close as was the firefighters and you just hoped that no one got hurt. Suddenly you felt arms grabbing you by the waist and you were then carried off by someone.

“Hey! Let me go!” You exclaimed. “Put me down! What do you think you’re doing!”

“It’s just us, human!” Said a familiar gruff yet friendly voice.

You turned to see none other than Captain Ginyu of the Ginyu force. “Ginyu!” You cried as you instantly gave him a hug.

“Don’t forget about us, sheila!” Jeice said happily.

“Hey Jeice, Burter, Recoome, Guldo! It’s great to see you guys again!” You grinned as you saw the rest of the Ginyu force. “But how did you know where to find me?”

Ginyu pointed to the scouter on his face. “We detected your ki with these and by the looks of it your ki skyrocketed to another level!”

You looked at him confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Didn’t you see what had just happened at the restaurant?” Burter asked pointing back to where your job was.

You felt your heart sink as you came to realize what they were talking about. “I did that?”

“You sure did!” Recoome said with a smile.

“But that’s never happened before. I don’t understand why it would happen now.” You said still trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

Ginyu looks at you with a sympathetic expression on his face. “Perhaps it’s because you were linked with Lord Frieza and that his ki has awakened yours.”

You looked up in surprise. “Really?”

“That’s the only explanation that I can think of. But let’s get you to Lord Frieza first.” Ginyu said taking off into the sky with the others.

“So Frieza wants to see me now after he booted me out?” You said in a sarcastic tone.

“My apologies, huma-“

“It’s Y/n.” You interrupted Ginyu.

“Y/n. Please forgive Lord Frieza. He has been humiliated twice by Goku and needed to get his revenge for it.” Ginyu said.

You huffed. “Did he succeeded?”

“All I can say is that it ended in a stalemate.”

“Figures.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t mean to speak out sir but is no one going to say anything about y/n here being a woman?” Guldo asked.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You asked with a small smile.

“No. Not at all. Just surprised is all.” Guldo said.

Minutes later aboard Frieza’s ship....

Frieza stood by the window as you entered with the Ginyu force leading ahead.

“Lord Frieza, we’ve brought the human with us.” Ginyu said as he bowed.

“Excellent work, Captain Ginyu.” Frieza said in a happy tone while turning slowly to face you. “It has been awhile my dear. You look so much lovelier in person.” He smiles his usual smile that you had come to recognize as his causal expression.

“You don’t seem surprised that I am a girl.” You said observering him and then noticed his tail wiggling about almost like Frieza was glad to see you in the flesh.

“I had Nappa keep a close eye on you afterwards since Saiyans can be easily passed off as humans when their tails are well hidden that is.” Frieza said as he approached you.

“Well no wonder why Nappa has been absent lately.” Guldo mumbled.

You turned your head to glare at Ginyu and the others. “Scouter my ass. You already knew where I was at, didn’t you?”

“Easy Y/n, we weren’t lying about the scouters picking up your ki level. Besides even with Nappa we aren’t familiar with the city you were living in.” Ginyu said.

Frieza cleared his throat getting your attention back onto him who was directly standing in front of you face to face. “As I was saying; I had ordered Nappa to watch over you after the Android 21 incident. When you left I sensed a slight change in your ki and made a mental note to look into it after I delt with that damned Saiyan Goku.”

“I was told that it was a stalemate.” You said.

Frieza grimaced. “It would not have been such a stalemate if Cell hadn’t tried to steal my glory for the last time.” His tail curled up much like how a fist would ball up in anger.

“Did you....kill him?” You asked.

“No, of course not. Goku’s eldest son already did him in with Maijin Buu.” Frieza said. “But enough of that. I believe we have much to discuss about your future here on the Frieza force.”

“Thanks but there’s a concern that I’d like to address with you. Namely my sudden ki rising. Captain Ginyu said that it was the result of our souls being linked together. Is it true?” You asked.

Frieza watched you before motioning for Ginyu and the others to leave the room. They did so without hesitation and now it was just you and him alone. “Indeed it is as you were told. The slight increase of your ki didn’t happen when you and I first met but after destroying Android 21 was when it changed. I have surmised that while you were linked with me your ki was being amplified by mine thus causing it to grow with each battle we’ve faced. Though it is not as strong as mine it’ll at least give you a bit of an edge to defend yourself with.”

“How long do you think it’ll last?” You asked.

Frieza closed his eyes and sighed in annoyance. “Don’t you understand what this means exactly? I’m saying this is permanent. That this newly awakened ki is what you’ll be living with from now on.”

You were dumbfounded at this. You now had powers of your own and yet you were unsure about how to handle it. Or if you could handle it. “Oh boy.” You covered your face with your hands as you rubbed your eyes with them. “This is a lot to take in.”

“For you I have no doubt that it is.” Frieza said flicking his tail casually. “Fortunately you will have plenty of time getting use to it in my army.”

“I probably might but there’s also the issue of controlling it. Before the Ginyu force picked me up I was getting upset with this one guy trying to make a pass at me and when I lost my temper the lights exploded above us.” You told him.

Frieza hummed with curiosity. “Certain emotions often trigger such power like yours. Perhaps that will be something we can work on together.” His tail then slowly wraps around your waist as he pulls your body into his. “I’m sure that you will find it most enjoyable.”

You blushed at how close you were to him and even more so when his tail pulsed. “Frieza? Just to be honest with you, I’m still upset with you for kicking me out.”

“I had a score to settle with Goku. You of all people should understand that. Especially with the amount of time that we’ve spent together sharing the same body.” Frieza said in a stern tone as he took your chin into his hand. “It’s Y/n, yes?”

You nodded.

Frieza smiled his mischievous and cruel smile. “Welcome to the Frieza force, my dear y/n.”

[hypnobyl]

could you do some fic about swanqueen.. like where regina and emma are friends but secretly have feelings for each other and one of them confesses after having too much wine?

also wanna ask if you have any advice or starting to write fics? i’ve found that i just really like to rush when writing and find myself in writers block a lot because i always want to get to the point and the exciting stuff. also just suck at wording things and writing in general lol

I thought a lot about your question. What I did was just write a lot of little short things. Not everything has to be a novel. If you have a huge idea and get stuck on exciting moments, follow that passion and write those moments first. Build from whatever inspiration you have.

So, write a bunch of really short things, just little moments, to get the hang of your style and voice. It's a great way to practice wording. If you ever want prompts for these moments, hit me up!

And if any of those little pieces strike a chord with you, start asking how did the characters get there? Where are they going? And build the context from there.

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“I would not have guessed you’d be into this sort of movie,” Emma said between bites of popcorn—the snack, too, was surprising: buttery, salty, and totally unhealthy. She couldn’t quite parse how the woman who limited Henry’s fast-food intake was so enthusiastically enjoying a microwaved bag of heart-attack fuel.

“I’m full of surprises, dear.”

Regina likely hadn’t meant that to sound flirty. Like, definitely hadn’t. Emma stared at the television screen, a piece of popcorn held in front of her lips for a moment too long. In the few short months that she’d been coming over on Friday nights for movies and drinks, she’d been forced to confront the fluttering of her emotions caused by Regina’s attention. But now, she realized her feelings were taking too much control. She was seeing and hearing what she wanted, not actual reality.

“Definitely,” she replied after tossing the popcorn into her mouth and crunching away. “You’re very mysterious.”

“Sarcasm?”

She glanced over and caught Regina’s wry smirk. “Oh, no, definitely not.”

They returned to the movie, and Emma gnawed on her lower lip as she tried to banish the enticing image of Regina being happy. She didn’t offer up genuine smiles often, although Emma was seeing more of them lately. Of course, Henry could evoke them at the drop of a hat, but Emma found various ways of provoking positive responses—like texting silly emojis during meetings and bringing a bag of Skittles on tough days.

An explosion flashed on the screen, and Emma attempted rather futilely to refocus on the plot. She reached for another handful of popcorn and brushed against Regina’s hand. The small touch jolted through her, and her mind dove back into reassessing each of their interactions.

She cleared her throat. “I think it’s time to break open the wine.”

Regina stood to fetch the bottle from the fridge, and Emma followed after to snag a few glasses from a cabinet. She knew her way around Regina’s kitchen by now, and they moved around each other with practiced ease. Regina shifted behind her, placing a hand just over her lower back to establish her position and presence, and Emma hated how much she felt at home.

She was too sober.

“You got the white I like,” Emma noted as she placed the glasses on the counter.

Regina huffed. “I thought a safe pick was better after the faces you made last week after each sip.”

While Emma hoped this was some sign that Regina paid attention to her wants and needs, she took Regina’s explanation at face value. It was more likely that Regina wanted to avoid her acting out. Whatever the reason, she was grateful for the kindness because she could all but chug her glass without wanting to scrape the taste from her tongue.

“Thirsty, hm?”

“That popcorn was super salty.” Emma could feel the warmth already spreading through her, and some of the tension bled away. “Super good, too, but that salt, y’know?”

“Perhaps some water would have been a better choice, then.”

“No, wine is good,” she said too quickly. “Super good.”

Regina gestured back to the living room. “Shall we?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

As the movie crept toward its climax, Emma downed another glass. Feeling bolder, she scooted a little closer on the pretext of easier access to the bowl of popcorn. Their thighs came into contact, and Emma tried to sit as still as possible to avoid drawing attention. She really didn’t want Regina to inch away.

The main character delivered a powerful line before enacting a magnificent feat of physical prowess, and Regina snorted. Emma echoed the noise, which sparked more of a real laugh. Despite the movie’s tension, they laughed, and Emma tossed a bit of popcorn across the centimeters between them. It landed in Regina’s cleavage, and the wine helped Emma decide to try and retrieve the food. By the time her brain caught up with her actions, she had her hand down Regina’s shirt.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.”

She jerked her hand away, leaving Regina’s blouse tugged low to reveal the edge of a lacy black bra. Stop staring, she commanded herself. Please, she amended a moment later when her eyes refused to travel back to Regina’s face. Everything felt very warm.

“Emma?”

“Yeah?”

Regina gingerly adjusted her blouse, and Emma finally looked up.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

Emma’s emotions tumbled around her stomach, sloshing through the alcohol and getting mired in past pain. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a burden. I’ll go.”

Regina’s hand settled on her knee, effectively holding her down with the barest of touches. “You’re not a burden.”

Lip trembling, Emma shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ll—It’s…”

“What’s upsetting you?” Regina paused the movie and turned to better look Emma in the eyes. “I may poke fun at the cricket, but his advice has… it’s helped a good deal. I need to better express myself, or so he says. I enjoy our evenings together, but I’ve noticed you’ve become jumpy as of late. Have I done something to cause you to drink more? Do you need to be drunk to bear my company?”

“No!” Emma shook her head too fast, causing the room to spin. “I just…”

“You just?”

“You’re so hot.” Her face flushed bright red, but she was too unsteady to get to her feet and flee the emotional moment, like she wanted to. Instead, she let her verbal vomit fly. “That’s like too rude, but it’s true. I like you. Like a lot. And I want you to want me, and my brain is like reading everything too much. Between the lines, or whatever. I don’t even really watch the movies anymore. I can’t. I’m just thinking and thinking about like oh god, our hands touched, and you did your make up so good and your lipstick is so red and I can’t stop looking at your lips and what if we kissed?”

To stop the flow, Regina answered the question by leaning in. Because she interrupted Emma’s tirade, the kiss was mostly teeth at first, but Emma was quick to shut up.

[physicalturian]

[G] Gentle summer - Rengoku Kyojuro x GN!Reader - Part 4

[Contains spoilers from the movie, and the manga] [No pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18]

Words : 9 671

Archive of our own

Warnings : none

--- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

“I didn’t know you were that good at drawing,” It was Uzui, he was trying hard to keep his voice down, but the man was loud by nature, just like Rengoku. He did not receive an answer from the person he was talking to. “Maybe add-“ The sound of a hand being slapped echoed, “There was no need for such violence,” He said, almost whining. But he had too much of an ego to whine, he simply complained. More was said but I was not awake enough to understand it fully, nor to comprehend what was going on. I even thought for a moment, they’re going to leave, but that was too much to ask from the Sound Pillar and whoever was with him.

At first, when there was no more sound, I tried to fall back asleep by getting more comfortable on my pillow. As I slowly fell back into slumber, I was startled awake once more by a delicate voice, “Don’t do that! You will mess it up,” my surprise did not stop there when a hand squeezed my hip gently, followed by a warm breath on my face, “Keep your eyes closed, I really want to have a nice picture of you,” If I hadn’t been told to keep my eyes closed, they would have widened the second he spoke. I needed to reply, but while his lips were very close to my head and hidden, I believe I was on his shoulder.

Making it seem like I was moving in my sleep, I angled my head slightly towards his, my mouth against the fabric of his outfit. “You are holding me,” I mumbled, not knowing what I wanted to convey. It felt nice, it also felt daring for a man who had no shame in delaying a simple kiss. Did I want him to let go? No. Did I feel embarrassed? Perhaps lightly, yes, after all we had company. But what I really wanted was for him to tell me why he was holding me, or maybe even hold me tighter. I was fully aware that those thoughts were not the most appropriate when we were not even together and even less so with spectators in the room.

“And you are very comfortable,” He whispered back, a smile in his voice but I couldn’t see his face. I felt his nose nuzzle my hair, his lips closer to my ear now, “And I can’t really let go, your legs are tangled with mine,” I gripped the fabric tighter, to hold myself back from getting up and moving right away. It was not appropriate to be this close, I should be getting off of him and leaving, but I did not want to. No matter how inappropriate it was, I could not feel more serene in his embrace. “Oh it looks good! We should wake them up,” “No, no, they look so adorable like that! Let them sleep a little bit longer. Sanemi’s gone, so there won’t be any ruckus.” The gentle voice replied to Uzui.

“Well, I’m off too. See you ‘round, young girl,” For a moment, I thought they would be leaving. Those words indicated so, but instead, there was a pause, followed by the soft voice asking Uzui to stop, which he did not. A moment after, his voice was very close to us, “Wake-“ the Sound Pillar’s words were cut short, I sat up quickly, with wide eyes and noticed Kyojuro’s hand around the grey-haired man’s throat as he sat up with a chuckle, his eyes were not displaying such emotions, “Don’t. You were loud enough the first time, Tengen, for us to hear you,” His hand never leaving the man’s throat, he glanced behind him and said, “Welcome back Mitsuri! Thank you for the drawing, would you mind leaving it here?” She nodded quickly, her cheeks flaring up as she hurried off with a smile.

When the Fire Pillar’s attention returned to Uzui, his gaze was once more light-hearted as he let go and smiled, “You’re a bastard, I like you-“ Uzui croaked, his own hand on his throat as he tried to make it less painful, “But you two should fuck already, it’s painful to see-“ Still with a laugh, Rengoku got up and stood right in front of the annoying pillar, his gaze never leaving his as their chests pressed against one another, “A great advice I will not heed!” He said confidently. The energy dripping from his tone so early in the morning threw me off, but I couldn’t help but observe the interaction. He then slapped a hand on the Pillar’s shoulder and chuckled, “After all, you are not the Pillar of Love, I would rather ask Mitsuri,”

As he guided him to the door, the Sound Pillar complained, “You know I have three wives? I know shit man, I know how to please-“ In a more serious note, Rengoku brought Uzui’s head to his level by pushing the back of his head forward, “I will not ruin this by rushing it, understood?” I couldn’t quite catch what he whispered to the Sound Pillar, but I saw him let go once more as he laughed, “So, thank you for the offer, but I will do as I please. Now, leave and be careful on your mission, friend,” He patted his back to encourage him, then pushed him outside before sliding the door closed.

There were a few complaints when Rengoku wouldn’t open the door again, we waited for the grey-haired man to stop before talking once again. “That was rather brutal,” I remarked, talking about his actions towards the married man. Kyojuro laughed softly as he picked the drawing from the floor and walked up to me, sitting back on his futon, “Well, he startled you,” He shrugged, adding, “Maybe I was also startled and reacted instinctively,” he then put the drawing on my lap then looked up at me with a grin, I quirked a brow tiredly, asking him what he wanted.

“Do you think she got your drool on the paper? That would be very detailed,” He asked with a smug smile, I quickly brought my hand to my mouth and wiped what I believed would be wet but it was completely dry, “I do not drool-“ “But for a second you believed me, that was so cute,” He cooed, making my cheeks heat up as I averted my eyes from his bright ones and looked back at the drawing Mitsuri had done. She had quite the skills, and her brushstroke was so detailed it brought her art to life. There were no colors, but she put more pressure with her coal in certain areas, giving it different tones. It was beautiful. “I am keeping it,” I stated as I delicately placed it on the floor next to me.

The moment it was down, Rengoku threw himself on my lap to grab it and brought it back in front of us, “We should ask Mitsuri to make another one! I want to keep it too,” He threw me a glance, his gentle gaze turning into a smug expression for a second before he leaned in, his cheek against mine, “Unless we keep it here and make this our room, I think it would be better than making her draw another one, don’t you think?” Letting my hand slide to his, I took the paper from his hand and put it to the side as I slowly turned around to look at him. With our face this close, I could only hope he would not move and let me kiss him. But that was wishful thinking.

Before I could fully face him, his hand was on my mouth. I think he must have figured out what I was about to do when I did not say anything for what was probably too long for him. He now had a bright grin on his lips as he looked at me with a certain pride while slowly making me face him. Is he flattered by what I tried to achieve? I wondered, still looking at his beautiful smile. Then he leaned in, our nose touching. I tried to pry his hand away from my mouth, but he was not moving, instead he pressed a kiss on the back of his hand where my lips would have been and laughed softly, “I love your determination, a very bold move…” He then rested his forehead against mine.

“You’re not making this easy at all… You don’t listen much either, but it’s alright. I will be the patient one,” He chuckled softly before kissing my cheek and standing up, his hand leaving warmth on my face not only from the heat of his skin but also from the embarrassment I felt at his gentle rejection. It was not entirely a rejection, but more of a delay, once more. “You will forgive me for acting recklessly, I find it hard to focus on anything when all I think about is your lips on mine, Kyojuro,” For a moment, he almost stepped forward but only his upper half moved; his feet kept him grounded as he threaded his fingers through his hair and laughed softly.

The redness on his cheek brought a certain delight to my person as he looked to the side, laughing nervously again. It gradually turned into a louder one as he tried to cover his mouth but could not keep quiet. Had I said something that funny that he had to burst out laughing? Thinking it was slightly annoying to be laughed at, I stood up and put away my futon, trying hard to ignore the laughing man. When I was about to leave, he grabbed my hand and with a red face asked me to forgive him, “I am so sorry- It is the nerves! I am so relieved I am not the only one whose mind is plagued by the thought of being alone together,” he slowly calmed down, his hands cradling my face but keeping a certain distance.

“I can see we are dancing around one another, but hearing you say that brings me such relief, I have no explanation, but it feels very nice,” The Pillar said with confidence, the bright smile back on his face. If it feels nice simply thinking about it, you should kiss me, is what I thought. Instead, I pulled his hands away from my face. “Good, enjoy that feeling while it lasts because this was my last attempt at making you cave before the festival, Kyojuro. From now on, I will be like a mountain: I will be unmoving and will not bow, understood?” I huffed, a short smile drawn on my lips to show that, while I was being serious, I was also being partially playful.

The man’s eyes widened at first before softening as he nodded, “Very well! I admire that, a strong will is very important, yes,” He paused and placed a hand on my head, letting his slide to the back of it before tilting it slightly, “But how strong is the mind when the body is desperate?” His tone was low and cunning at the same time, I felt shivers run down my spine. I could almost hear my resolve shatter for a moment, but I quickly got a hold of myself when Rengoku let go of me, his fingers trailing down my jaw before dropping at his side. “Oh well! We shall see, don’t you agree?” He asked once more with that stupid, beautiful, smile on his face.

Composing myself, I dusted off nothing from my attire and held my head high, “Yes, we shall. I am sure we both have things to do, I will see you then,” With a curt nod, I left the room at a very self-aware pace; I wanted to scurry off but doing so would clearly show how into my head that man had gotten. I had some dignity to keep, a simple head-tilt and an almost kiss would not be the end of me. Shaking my head, I took a controlled breath and cooled down, calming my beating heart in the process. It should not be hard to spend an entire day without thinking of the Fire Pillar, to not feel the excitement for what was to come tomorrow nor to remind myself of how good it felt to be held by him.

Now that’s having the opposite effect of what I’d expected, I thought as I entered the kitchen. I was glad to be greeted by the girls upon arrival, they managed to change my mind by giving me a few things to do around. As I was doing them, Sumi called out my name, effectively bringing my attention back to her, “Genya came back and is being treated, I also believe the Sound Pillar and the Wind Pillar both left a few moments ago,” The black-haired girl hummed, thinking of what other information she had, “The Love Pillar came in earlier today, but she will have to leave a bit later in the afternoon,” She then gave me a curt nod as a way to tell me she was done.

Thinking for a moment, I asked her to wait before rushing off, “Would you mind warning Kyo- The Fire Pillar that the Love Pillar will be leaving soon, I am sure he would love to catch up with her while she is here,” I paused, hesitating a moment. The little girl was looking at me with insistence, trying to have me spit out what I was holding back. Her lips twisted into a smirk, catching me off guard to see such an expression on her lips, “Why don’t you go tell him yourself? Aren’t you two lovers? Did you two have a fight? Aoi won’t kill you for slipping away a few minutes to tell him, I can make sure of that!” She flexed her biceps to show she was serious, making me chuckle as I lowered her arms.

“No fight, nothing happened. Today is a day I am focused, and he is very distracting,” I explained with a short laugh. The youngling did not miss a beat as she brought her hands to her cheeks, grinning from ear to ear, “Because you love him? The way you look at him-“ “What is it about the way I look at him? I always look at everyone, it is called being observant,” I huffed, making the entire kitchen laugh. Looking up, I saw the two other young girls had paused their activity and were looking at Sumi and I. It was Kiyo who spoke up, “Love has created heroes, but even more idiots,” She quirked a brow in emphasis.

I gasped a laugh. They were in a great mood today, at least in a mood to tease me which I hoped they would do to the fool I had taken a liking to. It would not have been fair if I was the only one to undergo their playfulness. “Well, if I had known you were both in such a good mood, I would not have opened my mouth,” I laughed again. Kiyo stood in front of the doorway, stopping me from leaving. It surprised me how much nerve those little girls had today, but I was willing to go with the flow for a bit longer until it was too much. “We will deliver the message,” She said with a serious expression, her head dipping forward as she placed a hand on her chest comedically. Slowly she raised it and grinned mischievously, “If you promise to let us help you get prepared on your wedding day!”

Stammering, I gently pushed past the girl, making them all laugh at how my face had heated up, “No such thing will happen anytime soon-“ “What thing?” I heard his voice right next to me as he made his way up to me, standing by my side as his hand naturally slid to mine, holding it tight. Speaking louder than the girls, I said, “Nothing, they are feeling rather impish today,” I threw them a glance that told them to keep quiet, but their smile did not leave their face.

Naho strolled up to Rengoku and looked up at him innocently, “Will you two get married?” she asked, her eyes jumping from him to me. The man did not falter one bit as he tightened his hold on my hand and brought me closer to him, “We have yet to talk about it!” Pressing a kiss on the back of my hand, he then let go and crouched by her side and continued, just as confidently, “When we’re decided, I will be sure to tell you girls-“ He threw me a glance, his eyes piercing mine with an expression I couldn’t decipher as they trailed down to my body before looking back at me. He quickly looked back at the young girl, “You could help us on the big day if we ever-“

I could not listen to this anymore. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I told him about Mitsuri then hurried away. Why am I upset? What even are the odds of us getting married? Why am I even considering it? To do so, we’d need to come out victorious in the fight against Muzan, we’d have to both survive… So, why think about future projects? That was too hopeful, I did not want to hope too much. I was fine with giving him- us, a chance, but thinking of a future where everything was fine seemed too idealistic. And yet, I could not bear the thought of seeing his expression decompose if I told him it would not happen, because we were not sure. And it’s that uncertainty that made my stomach churn.

An uncertainty that stopped me everywhere I thought I could go. The very same uncertainty that almost made me step away from this pure happiness this man brought me. Only hope could balance uncertainty, but hope did not work well with reality, with facts. It entered one’s mind when one felt like the odds were against them, when one was ready to gamble on their life. I did not want that, I wanted to know our efficiency, how well everyone was trained, I wanted plans, hope would not lead us anywhere without the necessary fighting power.

“Cheer up, I don’t want to beat your ass if you’re all sad and shit,” I had not realized my feet had brought me to the dojo until I heard his voice. I was sure I’d find Genya there but was still startled upon hearing it. “Oi, did you lose your damn tongue when I was away or something? You never were the talkative type but- shit-“ When I interrupted him by throwing him on the ground he grunted in pain and pulled me down with him, this was a familiar greeting. Gyomei had taught us to stay on our toes, and if I was able to get the best of Genya, it meant he had let his guard down.

He proceeded to insult me as we fought, wrestled would be a better term seeing our bodies on the ground. I was in a worse position than him considering my attire, but I still managed to keep control for a while. The scarred man did not talk much, except to swear and grunt in pain, I only mimicked the latter. It felt good to let out some steam in a rawer way. While talking with Gyomei had greatly helped me with the decision I had to take, I still did not like the situation I was in. I felt like I had no control over anything, like I had to rely on what some would call fate which seemed foolish, and yet, the longer I thought about it, the more inclined I was to do so. Fate, hope, the future, all those things were out of my control, and I hated it.

Fighting like this with Genya alleviated the pressure I felt in my chest, it felt exquisite to only be focused on the present. The only things I had to think of was hitting, dodging and keeping the upper hand, it did not seem too hard until the man started fully using his force instead of practicing. I was good, I was aware of my skills and of who taught me, being trained by a Pillar was a great honor. But it’s that same man that taught Genya everything, the only difference between him and I was that he had anger to spare. I did not.

As we wrestled on the tatami, I could feel it burn my skin from some of the movements I made. Almost the entire fight I managed to keep him off of me, somehow, until he flipped me around violently once again and brought a wooden sword to my throat, grinning like a maniac. His eyes were flooded with adrenaline, his hands were gripping the wooden item enough that his hand turned white. He was holding back from pressing it further in but did not move from sitting on my stomach. I could see he was struggling to keep himself in check, as if he needed the bloodshed, as if I had been a real enemy and he was trying hard not to take me down.

This was perhaps one of the reasons why people in the mansion feared the Shinazugawa brothers, their thrill of fighting, the way their eyes lit up with excitement when engaging in combat. Their constant frown and sheer strength must have played a role in the fear people felt, too; some would also say their aura was aggressive, but they had never seen them fight. And that was a sight to be frightened of, nothing like their powerful stroll inside the mansion.

“You lose,” He spat, sweat beads rolling down his forehead as blood colored his nostrils. I suppose I did manage to get a few hits on him, perhaps that’s what brought the anger in. Pressing the blunt blade against my throat, he gritted through his teeth, “Say it, you fucking lost,” I could see in his eyes he was too into it when the pressure only increased, I tried to push him off, but he did not budge. I could hardly speak if he pressed a blade to my throat, and slowly I could feel my heart racing in my ears from the lack of air my brain was getting. When I tried to utter the words he wanted to hear, only a wheeze escaped.

When I tapped his side with force, he said I should give up because I had lost. I tried hard to keep my calm, things like this often happened when I would train with him, and they often would be under control. Except Gyomei had to intervene during those… losses of perspective. And this time, he was not around. Whatever I would do, the scarred man would not move, his eyes were lost somewhere and I did not know what he was seeing but it was not his friend in front of him, it was not me. As my vision started to blur, I suddenly felt the weight on my windpipe leave, then heavy steps echoed.

“I don’t think that’s how training works, young Genya!” Rengoku’s voice rang close by, as gentle hands helped me sit up, it was Mitsuri. She checked my throat for a moment, while Kyojuro was holding Genya’s arms behind his back. The Fire Pillar called my name in half-panic, half-confidence, it was an odd mix, but I managed to let out a sore chuckle. “How do you-'' Knowing he was asking me how we’d usually handle such situations, I stood up and grabbed the glass of water that was set near the door, ignoring Mitsuri’s words as she told me to stay put. “Like this,” I then splashed the water on Genya’s face, effectively bringing him back to us.

He stopped struggling against Rengoku’s hold so I signaled the latter to let go, knowing he had calmed down. Before I could even say a word, Genya rushed off to stand outside on the veranda, not feeling comfortable around so many people after such an event.

While I was still standing, my eyes locked on the back of the younger slayer and as I pondered what I should tell him to reassure him; my vision got blocked by the familiar kimono in front of me. “Songbird, are you alright?” his hands gently trailed from my hand to my neck where he winced, as if feeling the pain with me, upon seeing the damage. I thought my heart had calmed down after their arrival, but once Kyojuro was next to me, no matter what I tried there was no way to calm my heartbeat. “Can you talk?” He asked, I nodded in response. Laughing, he then gestured with his head for me to go on, “I can’t be sure you’re alright until I hear your pretty voice!” He stated with a smile on his lips.

With my hands in front of me, I asked him to lower his tone. I was fine with compliments, but the others did not have to hear them. “I can talk, Kyojuro. I am fine, it simply got a bit out of hand,” His thumb brushed over the sensitive skin on my neck, his eyes riveted on it too, lost in thought. I was about to reassure him once more when he looked around quickly, then leaned in and pressed a kiss on my neck before pulling back and smiling kindly. My first reaction was to gasp, my second was to pull him closer and to kiss him. The second did not happen. I was too shocked, positively so, to do anything. He seemed to have been enjoying my baffled reaction when he tilted his head forward once again, asking with that smug smile of his, “Shall I do it again?”

I stared into his golden orbs for a moment, trying to find the proper words to express myself. Yes, do it again, please. Let’s not wait until tomorrow, kiss me. Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind, followed by, I am willing to pull you to the side and make you understand how much I want you. I want to turn this cheerful smile into one of pleasure, but that was too much too soon. Still looking at him, I thought it was a lot of almost indecent actions for a man that held himself back from kissing me simply for not having given me flowers. But I played along, I had said so this very morning that I was going to be unmoving, and a mountain I would be. “You are more mischievous than I thought you were, but I will not fall for it,” I whispered, “No matter how beautiful you are at this very moment,”

He stared at me in awe, which left me puzzled. I am sure my words did not bring such an impact on him, if anything it made a playful spark of his falter before burning even brighter. Not knowing what to do, I changed topic, “You should have let Mitsuri intervene, if Genya had fought back harder he could have hurt you and you have not entirely recovered yet,” I explained, crouching to grab the wooden sword from the ground to tidy up the mess we had made. When I rose from the ground, Kyojuro asked me to look at him and took my hand in his.

Humming inquisitively, I asked him wordlessly what was going on. His face reddened at first, his gaze askance before settling on mine, “You rushed off earlier,” he trailed off. It was unlike him to act in such a way, but I felt my heartbeat rapidly increasing. This was not the time to have that talk, I was about to tell him so when he said a bit louder, more confidently, “Do you not wish to get married? Ever?” I quickly covered his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise. It made two of us, two people caught off guard.

“Do not put words in my mouth. I have never said that” I sighed as I slowly uncovered his mouth before continuing, “Now is not the time to have this conversation. Would it be alright to talk about it this evening? Without people around…” Seeing how worry was painted all over his face, I wanted to relieve that worry by kissing it away, but I held back. Instead, I glanced around; Mitsuri was outside and Genya had his back turned, it seemed like the perfect occasion to do what he did to me. Using my kimono sleeve, I held it with my other hand and brought it to his mouth, covering it then pressed my lips against his. In comparison to his hand, which covered all sensations, I could feel how his lips moved behind the fabric, and it brought butterflies to my stomach.

When I pulled away, cheeks aflame and body a few degrees higher, he hummed in agreement. Worry had left his beautiful face and pride was now on his features, “Tonight, then. I will take care of your bruises too-“ He paused and looked at me with a knowing look, at least a knowledge he was convinced of having when he spoke his words, “I am starting to think you want me to take care of you,” I had to laugh in response, shaking my head slightly, “Were you not the one bedridden a few days ago? I am perfectly fine, if anything I will have to take a look at you,” He laughed too, running his hand through my hair gently as he stepped away and took a good look at me.

Quirking a brow at him, I waited for him to speak. His tone did not match his words when he said enthusiastically, “Disheveled and sweaty suits you! I can’t wait to see more of it,” Then as he was about to leave, he turned around, glad to see my flustered expression when he added, “That was cheating, what you did with the sleeve…” He beamed, his cheeks turning a few shades darker, “I liked it,” Rolling my eyes I told him to go, only to have him burst out laughing, his head thrown back as he left.

Waving both the Pillars goodbye, I closed the door behind them and called Genya’s name. I’ll admit it was a bit stern, which might have been the reason why he only grunted in response. Repeating his name without the strictness, he said my name in the same tone as mine. “Are you pouting?” I asked in surprise. That got him going since he stood up at a scaring speed to stand in front of me, “I don’t fucking pout, the Pillars ruined the fun” Chuckling, I pushed him away, “I do not believe we have the same definition of fun. Mine does not entail almost passing out, yours?” Clicking his tongue against his lips, he turned around and went to grab the wooden sword, his frown never leaving his face. I grabbed one too, in case he started something out of the blue, and waited.

“What’s with the orange one? When did that happen?” He nodded my way to get me to talk. “I will take the apology first, rooster. Only then will I be willing to gossip,” I huffed a laugh as I removed my haori to have at least a little more movement. At the same time, the man tried to punch me. Before he could touch me, I slowed his action by wrapping my haori around his wrist and forcefully turning him around to hold his arm behind his back. “Or perhaps you should talk to me first? Maybe try Gyomei? You seem a lot more angry than usual, Genya,” I stated as I let go of his arms and kicked his back to push him far away from me.

He almost stumbled but used the wooden sword to balance himself as he straightened his back, “Talking never helps, just uncap the fucking lid and let the pressure out or something,” He grumbled, his eyes were darker than usual and for a moment I could almost see how pained his mind was from how his look was clouded by confusion and anger. I found solace in knowing he was not too far gone since I could read his expression but also because we were still fighting bare-handed or with a sword. Those weapons were not his best play, if he really wanted to fight me he would have taken his shotguns. It meant everything was under control. For now.

“I disagree. I find it quite helpful to talk. Surely, Gyomei could enlighten you somehow. If you need a hug-“ he huffed sardonically before I could finish talking and ran towards me, “I don’t need that,” While it pained me to say so, I sometimes preferred dealing with Sanemi than Genya. The older brother knew when to close his mouth and sit down, he knew there were things that needed to be done. Genya did not care much. He rarely got wounded, which meant he rarely needed care, but it also meant he was always up for intense training. Gyomei had ingrained in our head that training hard mentally and physically gave great results; Clearly the rooster-like man aimed for the latter considering his little care for interactions.

Dodging his hit, we then started sparring without any more words. Although I would mostly describe it as putting up with his tantrum more than anything else. Since this was the only language he understood, I thought I’d take the opportunity to still have a conversation with him, even though he seemed determined to take me down. I was surprised by how much energy he put into this without even getting sweaty, or tired. “If we are going to do this-“ I dodged a hit and continued, a bit out of breath, “I will make the best of it,” I swore under my breath when he almost hit the back of my head with how fast he was but managed to avoid it.

“Since when are you two together-“ He insulted me when my knuckle grazed his cheek as he took a step back, I held back a laugh and replied, “We are not yet together. It is called courting,” I stated as we exchanged blows a few more times. His face did not brighten, he was still as sour as when I entered the dojo, except his eyes seemed a bit clearer. He was listening, he was not just being a feral man. “I am surprised you are surprised, I was starting to think everyone in this building knew about my… infatuation for him,” I scoffed. It quickly turned into a cough from how out of breath I was getting and how much damage my windpipe had taken.

“I knew,” He said off-handedly, his hands gripping the wooden sword by his waist as he pulled it out. I reacted just as fast and drew mine, the clutter of the wood colliding making my ears hurt with how much strength had been put in the attack. “Why now?” He asked. I quirked a brow in response. Was he asking for the full story of how Rengoku had said he would court me? “Why now? It’s stupid. There is a war coming, and you’re trying to find love?” For some reason, it ticked me off. I respected Genya, we had great memories together but now was not the time for him to open his mouth. He was trying to rile me up, that is what he did to get someone to fight with more anger. He wanted that. He needed more aggressivity in this sparring.

I took a deep breath and smiled, “I see what you are trying to do. Since it is immature, I will ignore what you said and humor you a little longer, does that sound fair?” I grunted all throughout my sentence from each blow Genya aimed my way. It was getting more brutal; his strikes were more precise which meant he was focusing. I knew he was getting into it when he rolled up his sleeves and inhaled deeply. “I’m not doing anything, I’m just saying it’s useless, you should spend more time training, clearly you’re lacking,” He commented.

He was getting under my skin; I do not know why it got to me more today than any other day. Perhaps it was because he did not care one bit about how I felt about the situation, nor had he asked either. I could ignore his bashing of my skills; I was still holding up against him after all… But his blatant disdain for my feelings hurt. I did not want to feel hurt, so I turned it into frustration, which was not the best play. His eyes met mine, then he smirked before continuing between hits, “Courtship is a distraction,” he stated.

“Could you remind me where I asked?” I said with as much sarcasm as possible. “What’s the point of all this if you’re not even sure you’ll both make it?” He worded it as a question, but his tone did not invite me to answer. He was almost brainstorming his opinions. So, I kept my mouth shut and kept sparring, “The man can barely fight, what difference will it make on the battlefield-“ “He is almost fully healed. He is a Pillar, he is strong, and anyone can be useful once we are out there. It’s not about strength, it’s about strat-“ His eyes fueled with rage when he gripped my sword to stop me from moving and pulled me close. “Of course, it’s about strength! The weak die out there, don’t you get it?”

I tried to pull back my sword, but he held on tight, “You know what makes you weak? Caring. Don’t do that shit to yourself, it’s lame,” When he let go, I reacted out of the blue by kicking him in the stomach before aiming for that same spot with the tip of the sword, “It is all about perspective-“ “Don’t get all wise on me! If you’re out there and he gets killed, what do you do? Uh?” His words hit me harder than I thought they would. What would I do? Cry? Cry and keep going. Why would I cry? We barely did anything together. Regrets? Yes… Regrets of not having done anything, regrets for missing out on all the things we could have done if we had both survived.

I do not want to live with regrets. Is that what frightens me? To miss out? To want to do things with him and not do them? I won’t have any regrets if we both live. That sentence let the door open for hope to enter the game and I did not like it one bit. So, I have to do the best of what I can while I can. Looking back at Genya, I furrowed my brows and calmly said, “I would keep my head high and keep going,” It annoyed him. “Bullshit!” It must have been the straw that broke the camel’s back since he stopped weighing his words, for the little he did before. “He will die out there!”

A knot formed in my throat, I felt sick. I did not want to listen to him anymore. I did not want to hear his words. As I spoke them, I wondered if my words felt confident or if I was fooling myself, “Not if we defeat Muzan,” I uttered, my face boiling in embarrassment and anger. “We are expendable, don’t you get it?” “Well, I will not die out there. And I will not let him die either,” I was speaking a lot faster. Even behind a mask of faux-composure I was aware of how out of my comfort zone I was. “You think you have any say in this?” I had not realized we had stopped fighting, I started feeling smaller and smaller the longer I was listening to Genya. What was the point of all this? He was right, we will die out there, so why spend all this time with a semblance of happiness? I was fooling myself.

And yet. This small fire inside my chest, this spark, would not die out. I did not want to give it a name, I knew its name, but I did not like it. It motivated me to speak once again, “I do, because if there is one thing I can control it is my actions. And I will do my best to keep him safe, I will keep an eye on him. If he gets hit, I will act faster than I ever did, I will help him,” “Why go out of your way for him? It’s just puppy love, a crush, whatever you want to call it, it’s not worth your time-“

I surprised myself perhaps more than I surprised Genya when I raised my tone, “It is! It is worth my time, understood?” Rengoku Kyojurou was worth my time. I wanted to give him all of it, if he allowed it I would simply sit by the veranda with him all day. Being by his side was comforting and I would be content with just that. With that feeling of warmth, of peace. I could not care less what state this war would have left us in, I just wanted him. “Why?! Why would you do all of that, for him?” He barked, a vein popping on his forehead. “Why are you so determined to put in so much effort just for him?!”

“Because I love him!” I finally let out in frustration, perhaps even in a scream. Short, but concise. I love him, I repeated in my head. I love him? I love him. I looked down at my hands then met Genya’s eyes, they had softened slightly, “I love him, I…” I trailed off, feeling my face burning from the heated argument. When I brought my hands to my cheeks, I almost thought I had a fever but knew better. We both stood silent a moment, to give us both time to calm down and take in what had been said.

“Do not tell anyone that,” I finally whispered, earning a short chuckle from the man. “Don’t think I need to, you announced it to the whole fucking estate,” He was right, I had not been the most discrete in blurting out my feelings like this. I still hoped no one had heard it, I am sure everyone was busy and had other things to do than eavesdropping on our conversation. It took me a moment to fully realize what I had just admitted. Saying it out loud did not help my predicament, what was I supposed to do with this new found clarity? Nothing had changed. I still feared losing him, or… leaving him behind.

“Still with the long face? Cheer up, it’s annoying to see you like this,” Genya said as he shoved my shoulder while walking past me. I stopped him suddenly by grabbing his shoulder and digging my nails deep in his skin. “Did you do this on purpose?” I asked, talking about him riling me up for no reason. “Who cares?” “I do. I need to know if I have to beat your ass to a pulp or if I need to thank you,” He laughed loudly, his hand gripping mine in a painful manner to remove it from his shoulder. “Then I didn’t do it on purpose- at least you’ll fight seriously this time instead of being a sappy piece of shit,” I had to take a sharp intake of breath to hold myself back from grasping a handful of his hair to pull him back.

“Sure. Let’s do another round, even with a crushed windpipe I can take your sorry ass down,” I scoffed cockily. He managed to rile me up earlier and I was in the mood to do the same to him, we had to start things on equal footing. A regretful decision when he pulled my arm over his shoulder and threw me to the ground, “I’ll make you my fucking rug,” Wincing, I welcomed his threat with open arms and started fighting back.

It lasted a long while, clearly the man needed to let out some steam. After what felt like ages, I felt it in my muscles that I had gone over my limit and could not go on. It required a full argument to convince Genya to ask Gyomei to train but once he was convinced I was able to leave the dojo sorer than the previous day had left me.

While I tried to focus on the pain I was feeling physically, I could not escape the redundant thoughts that kept going around in my head. The only way to forget about them for a while was to keep myself busy until the evening came. And that’s what I did. Aoi needed help around the mansion and was willing to accept my help; usually she wouldn’t, saying that I had better things to do, but seeing the state I was in, battered and exhausted, she rolled her eyes and pointed at the sheets.

It was only after a few hours that she came up to me, her small hands on my shoulders to force me to look at her, “You look like a ghost- A murdering one at that with the blood on your kimono, you should get changed,” Taken aback, I looked down at my attire. I had to squint my eyes to see the droplets adorning the fabric, “Ah yes… You are right, I should indeed,” She stood in front of me longer than necessary, that’s when I knew she had something else to add. Prompting her to do so, she huffed her chest and with a determined frowned said, “If you love him tell him,”

Panicked, I glanced at the closed door and felt relieved as I looked back at her. With a nervous laugh, I replied unsure, “I don’t think- Ah, where did you hear that?” Do not say it, please, do not tell me you’ve- “I heard you, I was walking by, and I am fairly certain you meant Rengoku. So, tell him,” Her tone told me she knew it was a fact, it was a statement. Shaking my head, I told her it was not that simple then bid her farewell. Upon crossing the threshold, her voice resonated behind me, “If you don’t do it, you’ll regret it!” She was probably right. But being right did not provide me with the courage to do anything about how I felt. It was too much too soon.

Focus, think of something else. Your thoughts are your own and you do not need to have them plagued with constant dilemmas. I scolded myself. It did not do much to change my thoughts, but I could have at least said I tried.

As I made my way to my room to get changed, I heard my name being called and turned around with an inquisitive look. “It’s the evening! Can we talk now?” Kyojuro said softly as he stopped in front of me, out of breath. Giving him a glance, ogling even, I noticed how sweaty he was. His hair, while often disheveled, was even more so than usual. “Did you train?” I asked at the same time he did, albeit more worryingly so, “Did you fight?” We both laughed shortly, then I nodded, pointing at the few stains of blood on my attire, “Technically, it’s training but Genya is rougher than most. There was some blood shed but all is good, do not fret,” I explained, letting the Pillar lift my sleeves to take a look as he turned my face to eye me from closer.

I closed my eyes to avoid meeting his, I knew too well what would happen from the proximity and warmth of his touch. Yet, I was enjoying how his hands would brush my skin with his rough movement. It was only rough due to his frenzy, he wanted to make sure I was alright.

Once he was done, he still held my jaw. His breath tickled my face when he spoke again, “Can we talk?” I smiled, at how he ignored my question and as I was about to reply, he pleaded, “Please look at me, I do not know what I did-“ Oh, I messed up, was my first thought before opening my eyes in panic and cradling his face in my hands, “Nothing- You did nothing!” His expression softened, but worry was still written all over his face, “I was smiling because you ignored- never mind, you did nothing wrong. I just need to get changed, then we can talk, I promise, I am not avoiding you if the thought ever crossed your mind,” Smiling at me, the Pillar leaned against my touch and placed his hand over mine, taking it away from his face to hold it.

“It may have, I will be waiting for you in our chambers-“ “Our?” I asked with a smirk as his face turned a multitude shades of red, it followed up to his ears. He quickly let go of my hand and took a step back, his chest rising quickly when he turned his face to compose himself. Once he had, he said, “I will be waiting! Have fun!” “I am simply changing my attire, I hardly think fun would be the word I would use,” I teased. My chest filled with delight when he looked at me again, a frown adorning his blushing features. I held his gaze, smiling tenderly until he mirrored my smile. “You are playful tonight, I will endure it because you look very cute with that mischievous smile of yours,”

I threw my head back, laughing a moment before returning to my senses, “Nothing mischievous here, I am merely enjoying your- how do you say it? Bashful expression, was it?” Before he could reply, I gave him a curt nod and left to get changed. It did not take long to do so, nor did I want to stay away from him too long in case he thought I was running away from the problem. Was it even a problem? Nothing had occurred yet… I had simply hurried off at the mention of marriage.

It was no surprise to see the Pillar sitting in the middle of the room when I slithered inside upon having gotten changed. What did catch me off guard was how tense he seemed to be, sitting right there, hands on his knees, expectant. Before I could even open my mouth, he spoke, “I trained with Mitsuri earlier, but I’m good, I promise-“ This was the confident man I knew, he stated those words like he was trying to motivate recruits, “Now can you tell me why you ran off earlier? I really, really want to…” He stopped himself from saying anything else. If I were not biased by my earlier realization, I would have thought he wanted to continue his sentence by ‘marry you’.

Humming, I joined his side and sat in front of him, “There are not many ways to say this,” He seemed alarmed by how I started, I immediately continued, “I am afraid of thinking of what could be, because… we are not sure we will both make it. I do not wish to-“ My throat tightened, I did not think it would have been that hard to open up about it to him. And yet, I averted my gaze to fiddle with my fingers a moment before looking back at him, a short smile on my lips. “I truly like you, or else I would not be courting you- nor would I be excited for tomorrow to come but-“

“There is no but! That is all I need to hear, I am reassured-“ I needed to cut him off, while he seemed over the moon, I was not at ease at all, “I am not. I am not reassured at all, there is so much I wish to do with you, so much,” I had to pause to calm my speech, hearing how inarticulate it was becoming, “But I am afraid we will not have time- that is why I do not want to think of marriage. Because deep down, I am dreading the moment when I will fall during battle. The moment you- the moment I will realize that thinking of what could have been, hurt. Because with you, I see opportunities, I see-“ it was getting harder to speak, there was a heavy weight in my throat. No matter how hard I tried, it was not leaving.

Blinking the tears away, I chuckled nervously while trying to wipe the tears with my sleeve, “It is unsure what will become of all of us once we are fighting Muzan, and I hate that uncertainty. It blocks me, it holds me back, and I don’t know what to do. I have a hard time being as optimistic as you are, Kyojuro… But I can promise you, I will fight hard enough to stay alive if I am ever taken down-“ Taking my hands in his, he brought them to his chest. And tilted his head to kiss them gently, his eyes ever so wide. “Don’t say this, please, it might bring bad luck,”

He then continued, cooing me closer as he wrapped my arms around his waist. I tried to stop him but let him pull me closer, it was a strange position, but it still elated a laugh from my person, “You won’t fall during battle, you are a very skilled fighter, we both are. Master Ubuyashiki has a plan, we must trust him,” He explained gently, his hand sliding to my back as he reassuringly rubbed it. “Plans go awry,” I stated. He chuckled, “Then we’ll make other plans! I’m sure we can come up with something great on the spot,” I let out a huffed laugh, he was right, but would it be enough?

“It’s not just us two out there, we will all be fighting Muzan together,” “How do we know if we are strong enough?” He hummed a moment, resting his chin on the back of my head while thinking. Then he exclaimed, “We will have to be, how else am I supposed to watch over you if I die? How else can I see your pretty face if I’m not here with you?” I hit his arm with a certain force upon hearing his words, “Do not say that… you will jinx it, please,” He apologized quickly, a silence settling between us. I was still not convinced about anything, I was good with living day by day, but I knew he found comfort in thinking of what will be once we won. It was not even hope, it was confidence. Or perhaps foolishness?

With his arms wrapped around mine, Rengoku spoke softly, “There is no need for you to think of the future, as long as you are willing to live through each day until you reach it. Because once we are there, in that future that some longed for, some dreamt of, or some feared of hoping for- once we are there, everything will be alright, everything will be better,” Oh, was that what I wanted to hear? Is this why I am crying? Why does it feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder? It shouldn’t be that easy, I thought. I was sobbing, it felt nice. It took a lot of restraint to not crush Kyojuro in my hold, I was still aware he was wounded.

He must have felt my hesitancy as he tightened his hold around me and with only a whisper in my ear saying, “Hold on,” he tilted us to the side to lay us down on the futon. I thought we were done talking about this, when Rengoku smiled against my scalp, “I will be with you in that future, I promise,” Laughing through the tears, I buried my face in his chest as I mumbled, “No more speeches or beautiful words, I will run out of tears,” He apologized quickly, laughing oh so beautifully as he held me there.

We stayed like this until dinner was ready. It felt perfect. I would have fallen asleep here and there if not for the many times he said, “Don’t fall asleep”

I had an excuse, fighting and crying were both exhausting, not that I would use those excuses. Instead I stayed awake, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

We had to leave the futon to eat, which we did. It was followed by a walk outside like the first night I had spent with him, except this time we held hands right from the start. We did not say anything about it, simply enjoying one another’s company.

It was an eventful night, yes… But my mind was made up now, I was going to fight with all I had to make him smile the moment we realized we are in the future we have been talking about. It was going to be hard, but it was also going to be worth it to have him happy.

Tomorrow was going to be even more worth it after all the waiting we had done. I fell asleep with butterflies in my stomach thinking of the day to come; fireworks and the person I have been longing for were the perfect mix. Nothing could ruin it. I was going to make sure of that.

[Part 5]

[mgsheadcanons]

(Nobody asked for this, but I decided to make a little gift for my followers🖤 I added some less popular characters, because.. Well, because I can:) )

Preference “How they spend Valentine’s day with you”:

Ocelot likes the idea of another one special day on which he can express his feelings to you. The day before Valentine’s day he acts like he forgot about the date, only to surprise you with coffee to bed, pink and white chrome balloons and confetti all over your shared place and present you a small gift. When you open the box you see a little necklace shaped as a rose gold horseshoe with tiny rubies. He tells you that he wants luck to follow you all along your way. Depending on your wish how to spend the day, he has two plans. If you prefer something energetic, he takes you on safari: you drive around, watch the wildlife in savanna, take pictures of beautiful landscapes and enjoy your joint activity. If you wish for something calm, Ocelot is ready to spend the day on the base, watching movies and cuddling, play some board or video games.

Don’t expect Big Boss to be off the beaten track and active in the questions of romance. He prefers to avoid too funny activities. Due to his lack of fantasy he sticks to a classical scheme: he invites you to a fancy restaurant. He also presents you a new beautiful dress, while he himself dresses in a tuxedo. When you reach the restaurant on a lux cab, you find out that the whole place is reserved just for the two of you: a big hall with high walls, white silk curtains and decorations. In the middle of the space there is a white fortepiano and a musician playing a slow and yet quiet music. The waiter takes your clothes away and another one brings out a huge rose bouquet. The rest of the evening you spend drinking wine, eating delicacies and listening to the pianist, playing only for you today.

Kaz finds nothing special about this day, but it will be fine by him if making a special occasion out of it makes you happy. If you are happy, he is happy as well. Cooking is one of his guilty pleasures, so he finds some nice recipes for you to cook together. You have much fun while hanging in the kitchen, and you also notice that he is more relaxed than usual which makes you smile internally: your joint activity is good for both of you. When you finish cooking, leaving the kitchen a little messy, according to his plan, he went to make the table and light up candles. As soon as you finally sit at the table, he pours your red wine and tells you some warm words about how happy he is to have you and what you mean to him. At the end of the day he makes a hot bath with flowers for you both.

As Venom Snake finds out that you want to have a special occasion on Valentine's Day, he will be stunned at first, not knowing how to react - why would you like to? Don’t you already know how he feels about you? He won’t argue with you, god no, but he will disappear for some time before coming back to you asking you to go with him. He guides you to the landing zone, where Pequod is already waiting for you, without explanation asking you to get in. You hear a quite strange sound and ask about it only to know that it was water. As you are getting closer, the sound is growing louder and then you see a giant waterfall. The helicopter landed on its top and Snake helped you to get out. He stands behind you cuddling you tightly with a chinon your shoulder. He doesn’t say anything but, as usual, he makes it all clear with his actions.

As Skull Face finds you desired to celebrate the Valentine’s Day, he will be annoyed at first, because he thinks it’s stupid, which is gonna upset you. The moment he feels how sad that made you feel, he softens and says that he doesn’t need a calendar or "damn" western traditions to show his love for you. He is an old school romantic, so you two take a jeep, put all needed things in it and he’ll take you to some beautiful place where the two of you can observe the landscapes, enjoying each other's loving embrace, eat your favourite cakes, have long discussions. He is sure to put his jacket on your shoulders, because you don’t move much and will get cold fast. When the sun is no longer high in the sky and the light is about to disappear, he gives you his arm, inviting you for a slow dance in the sunset.

When Psycho Mantis sees your controversial expression, he won’t be shy to read your mind to figure out what is upsetting you in order not to provoke even more negative emotions by asking about the problem. Once he understands what the matter, he will be the first to come to you and hug you properly, kissing your top of the head and asking if you would like to make some special plans for the day. He doesn’t feel great about public and overcrowded places, he would prefer it somewhere where you could have more privacy. If you tell that you want to stay at home and chill, he would be more than happy. He brings you a sea of sweets and biscuits and hot chocolate with marshmallow.Finally you two stay inside and watch TV, he doesn’t let you do anything or go to the kitchen for more hot water when you switch to tea, doing everything himself instead.

Liquid Snake will surprise you with his positive attitude to your idea of celebrating Valentine’s day. He hasn’t prepared you any special gift yet, but instead he offers you to go shopping. You liked the idea, so he takes you to one of the most famous and big shopping areas. You attend every shop you like, you try on outfits and show them Liquid , while he sits outside the fitting room and watches you closely with a pleased grin on his face. After you finished with the several shops, he couldn’t help but join you at searching for new outfits for himself too. You also visited a jewelry shop to get you a new necklace and earrings. If you want, you can have a ring too. Everything you wish for, Liquid buys you. As a final note he takes you to the restaurant to celebrate with champagne and nice dinner. He also presents you red roses when you areback home.

Raiden has a romantic side in him, so he will be glad to celebrate Valentine’s day with you. He asks you about your attitude towards this day and your mood in advance in order to understand how to plan everything properly. He wants it totally romantic like in classic romantic movies, so he orders a bouquet of white and red roses and turns on some tango music. He feels that he is not good at cooking, so he simply orders dinner. He wants it all to be perfect and you notice that he acts nervous, so you reassure him that you love the occasion he organized for you. And you were not hypocritical - you actually like it how he makes an effort to make you happy with him. After the dinner he asks you to go out with him and will show you the night sky, opening up for you about his dreams about far space and adventures, only to end up laughing together.

Monsoon’s a dick about all this Valentine’s stuff, just as about the majority of other issues, he will read you a lecture why the whole concept has no sense. But he will follow you whatever you come up with, because after all he does care about you, even if he doesn’t show it. He is grumpy about all your attempts to hug or kiss him, but he doesn’t stop you either. Knowing him, you decided to go for a walk to the park where you shouldn’t meet many people. As you walk through a lively alley, he slowly walks behind you, looking like a guardian with arms closed behind his back. Your safety is a priority for him, so it takes only his threatening smile to turn some annoying strangers away. When you reach a quiet part of the park, you try to take his hand, he doesn’t protest but instead puts his arm around you without saying any word of discontent and continues walking.

Jetstream Sam doesn’t take Valentine’s Day seriously but he doesn’t make a scene either. For him it’s just another reason to have fun and spend some together. He takes you to the secret place (he refuses to tell you where you go), only to surprise you with a trip to the amusement park. He takes you cotton candy, popcorn and drinks of acid colour. He’ll try to win you a big toy in a shooting gallery but will miss the limit and smile awkwardly, shrugging - he is a swordsman, not a shooter after all. Then you ride every attraction that you like. You also go to the horror house and if you are scared, Sam won’t take his hand away from you, keeping it on your waist and hugging you tighter when something makes noise next to you. At the end of the day you go to the big wheel - the most romantic part of the journey.

[lilyclawthorne]

Through The Looking Glass Ruins Thoughts

what's this? I wrote this post after getting sleep instead of doing it at 3am in an attempt to not accidentally write something that is literally just incorrect for once? amazing.

oh so we're starting off with pain for Gus immediately :(

willow is tough as nails tho, that part is true

gus has a bad girl coven t-shirt!! glad to know the order came in lmao

pls I love his prerecorded message that's so cute

willow's arm is broken :(

I love Luz giving Gus even more nicknames. I like to think it's cause she remembers how excited he was about the first one.

Gus? Different types of magic?? ............... multi-tracker Gus???

BRAXUS IS SAFE THANK TITAN. also braxus is with his dad 🥺

we just met them but I think I love them?? also im a sucker for Felicia Day and she sounds adorable here.

so matt was a glandus kid, and also has an older brother who picks on him. wonder where he fits into this glandus dynamic though since he was expelled. he was construction too so he would've been in classes with Bria.

galderstones is very clever, seeing that they sound a lot like gallstones, which are just hardened deposits of bile. rocks made of witch bile probably are very powerful

love that planet of the humans was considered an implausible movie

I always forget amity is so good with kids, it's really sweet to be reminded of it

Ed and Em definitely know Luz has a crush on Amity and I'm here for it

"accidentally texted a poem to their mom" Ed's date is nonbinary pls?

obligatory name meaning bullet point: Phillip means "lover of horses" idk what to do with that but there it is

going off of that, Bria means "noble", Gavin means "white hawk" and Agnarr has some type of meaning to do with "warrior"

someone give Agnarr his butterfly sanctuary RIGHT NOW

love how excited to help out Luz Amity is when she suggested she'd show her around the human realm

"im not surprised he couldn't handle glandus"?? wasn't he expelled??

aw I love that Bria wants to make things better at Glandus

"if I catch you playing with anymore bugs I'll make you eat them" ok never mind somethings off about her

literally she's just breaking shit now, like doesn't even care about historical preservation man wtf

ok now I just hate Bria

"I heard it has the power to control the weather, and summon ghosts" I bet you its all illusions

interesting the diary is from the 1600s. I know some are theorizing about this human being Belos, which would then require an explanation for that length of time. perhaps its the magic from the palismen extending his life? if this were the case though, that means there's a chance that this great great great great grand parent clawthorne may have personally known a younger belos and gives some validity back to the belos is related to the clawthornes theories, just with much more generations between them

hey owl house crew please don't do this to me. literally started crying as soon as I saw Luz's face 😢

aw I love that the keeper was just excited to have a visitor at the graveyard

"we gain no powers from them so we're the least likely to use them" hmmm this is interesting. the stones feel like the kinda thing below probably would want for himself or his coven, so the fact that illusionists decided to protect them and keep them from falling into the wrong hands is interesting. I know I've theorized about bards being more hesitant on belos and his reign and I had a very stretched out theory about illusionists being possible to follow in that way of thinking but now it feels a little less stretched out is all?

"this is exactly how it was at glandus" look I can't help but wonder if he wasn't expelled and actually left of his own choice

pls why did that illusion work on Gavin he's literally so dumb

Bria you little shit you brought this on yourself, it's so fucking creepy but you kinda asked for it. but also I love that she thinks it can't even touch her and it does. I think that really emphasizes how skilled Gus is that she can literally feel his illusions

also the keeper is so right, Gus is so clever!! was kinda shocked to see all her spells that had worked but she just couldn't see them

ok that was very sweet of Matt to offer to help build the defenses and also aww he and Gus are definitely friends now.

Emira brushing Amity's hair and yelling at Ed for picking his skin, she really is the eldest daughter

AHH I LOVE HER HAIR

I swear to god if she gets in trouble for this im gonna fight

I also love that she chose a different color instead of just letting her roots grow out. I think it kinda shows her not wanting to look like either parent. But also purple is all matchy matchy with Luz

of course Luz got Amity her job back 🥺

THE DOOR THE ECHO MOUSE SHOWS IS LITERALLY EDA'S DOOR

this old clawthorne family member who told Gwen about the human literally knew this human personally, she had to! how else would his door end up in their backyard.

AHH IM SCREAMING AND CRYING OVER THE KISS. no really though, younger me is crying happy tears again because I can not believe we can see this stuff on children's programming nowadays, I love it so so much.

[skellebonez]

Hope you don't I uhhhhh, send another prompt, this time with Nagi and Wukong with prompt #9? BECAUSE I CAN'T RESIST, YOU WRITE HER SO WELL!

I am always up for writing Nagi! This is quite a little different from my last full, but hopefully this tone is also very good!

How long have you been standing there?

Sun Wukong was intimately aware of nearly everything on his home of Flower Fruit Mountain. Not entirely everything, that was not possible given the way nature worked, but more than enough. He knew the names of every single monkey, young and old, in his little court as it were. He knew every turn on every path and every cave. He knew exactly who could make it here and how and how likely they were to have the monkeys alert him to their presence.

So when there were footprints that most certainly did not belong to him or any of his monkeys... yeah, he noticed pretty fast. And his pool of options for who they could belong to were limited.

They didn't belong to MK, his shoes had a different tread and he was almost convinced his student either owned multiple pairs of the same shoes or he was just the kind of person who wore his only pair shoes until they were falling apart. They certainly didn't belong to Iron Fan or DBK, completely wrong sizes, and Red Son would have made a much louder ruckus if he managed to get over the inner beach.

They almost looked like his own, which made the thought "Oh shit did Macaque actually try to come here the asshole" shoot through his mind before he decided... no. No, if he had his monkeys would have also been absolutely going off the tree trunks to get to him.

This only left one possible explanation to who left the prints, and Wukong couldn't help but sigh and shake his head at how long it took him to realize. There was only one person aside from MK that would arrive on the island without making his generals come to him instantaneously, regardless of form now that they were used to her. Now he just had to figure out why she was here and where she went.

~

The where was pretty simple to determine. Just follow the footprints in the dirt. She had clearly not come here with the intent to explicitly hide her presence, she could and very well would have used the trees if that was her intent. So whatever she was here for was something she did not mind being caught in... or she was distracted enough by something else to not care.

It didn't take him long to find a little clearing somewhat into the island, one he didn't have much use for himself but he kept maintained for his court. It was surrounded on all sides by tall trees bearing fruit that provided shade, sparse patches of bushes with berries and moss covered rocks spattered between them. There was a little pond to one side as well, one they used frequently and often attempted to invite him into (and, honestly, more often than not he used to take up the offer before his sucessor training had begun).

None of his monkeys were anywhere near the pond like normal on a warm day like this, however. No.

Instead they all surrounded... him.

Not him him, obviously. There was only one true Sun Wukong, Handsome Monkey King and Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Unlike Macaque, however, this him was not simply similar in imitation details. This him was an exact copy down to even how his nose scrunched up when he laughed.

Nagi was clearly having more than a little fun in his form, using her monkey tail to catch and gently toss baby monkeys to the elders (who caught them with ease and no fear of them falling) when they tried to jump on her during her "performance". He tried not to think of why she would be here in his form, performing something for his court where he could catch her. Why she might take his form instead of Macaque's to "do good needs in the asshole's name" as it were. That's what she would normally do if she wasn't feeling... up to much else lately.

He didn't recognize the speech she was giving in particular, but he thought bits and pieces of it had sounded similar to a movie he had caught MK watching on his phone when he arrived a bit too early for training one morning. Some kind of action adventure movie, possibly. But the monkeys clearly recognized it and were watching in a mix of rapt attention and barely held in hooting laughter as his voice repeated the words.

He had to admit, as Nagi finished her recitation with a bow and the monkeys applauded her performance, she made him look pretty cool for a moment there.

"Having fun?"

That lasted for all of 2 more second before Nagi's normal squeaky voice escaped from his mouth in a startled yelp and all of his monkeys scattered in different directions with laughter and smiles on their faces still.

"How long have you been standing there?" The shape-shifting snake demon asked with a frown, although the corners of her mouth threatened to start lifting at any moment it seemed. While he had caught her off guard it seemed his assumption that she wasn't worried about being discovered was pretty close.

"Long enough to know you've been putting on a show," Wukong said with a laugh. "Were you trying to make me look cool or was that just a side effect of pretending me be me?"

"Oh please," Nagi allowed herself to smile now, and Wukong felt it slightly surprising to find how used to hearing her voice come out of his own face he was becoming. He'd seen and heard it enough by this point that it felt almost normal. "That was at least 50% my amazing acting chops and you know it!"

"Maybe," Wukong said with a smirk and a shrug, coming up to one of those mossy rocks to lounge on it leisurely. "But I don't think I saw quite enough to make a judgement."

Nagi raised a brow in confusion as he waved his hand in her direction and it took her only a few seconds to realize what he was implying.

"Are-are you asking me to perform a movie scene as you?" Her voice raised in disbelief and she was clearly holding back laughter. "You want to watch yourself be Han Solo or something?"

"Sure, why not?" Wukong shrugged with an easy smile. "You seemed like you were doing pretty good before. Dazzle me with your acting, Nagi."

After a moment of disbelieving silence... Wukong and his returning court of monkeys could very sincerely say she did.

[tenshindon]

if i think about tien fretting over chiaotzu and yamcha’s safety one more time i think i might explode so For Once i’m writing out my thoughts in the main part of the post :)))) under the cut of course :))))))

We all know that Tien’s concerned over Chiaotzu’s well-being all the time, like that’s a defining part of their relationship. Even when they’re already dead Tien’s still horrified at the prospect of Chiaotzu dying during their spar with Piccolo. However it isn’t until Resurrection F that we’re given a notice that Tien’s concerned over Yamcha as well. Whether this was a development exclusive to Super or it’s just been a background thing that’s only now manifesting in the subtlest of ways, we will never know <3 Either that or my memory of Everything Ever is very hazy <3 however I will talk about it anyways because my brain is decaying as we speak because holy shit 

Like through Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z, we repeatedly see Yamcha extending his heart out to Tien: Yamcha repeatedly pleading with Tien to reconsider learning the mafuba, Yamcha granting Tien reassurance before he goes off to fight Tao and subsequently understanding Tien needs time alone after the fight, Yamcha wishing to stay with Tien and Chiaotzu in the afterlife, and so on. From these instances alone, we know that Yamcha is certainly more open about his affection and care towards his friends (which is a whole post I can make on its own, Yamcha’s incredibly emotionally intelligent and it’s so good).

However this type of care isn’t exactly reciprocated towards Yamcha- or not as obviously, anyways. Which isn’t all too surprising; pardon Chiaotzu and especially by Z, Tien’s very reserved and generally just keeps to himself and Chiaotzu. 

However, as aforementioned, Tien remarks that he left Yamcha and Chiaotzu behind away from the fight. It’s a rather innocuous line when you think of it: on the surface, Tien’s just clarifying- well, he just left Yamcha and Chiaotzu behind because he feels it’s too dangerous for them. But then you have to ask the question: since when did Tien have authority over what Yamcha did? And why was Yamcha so willing to listen? Was Yamcha just not clued in on what was happening and Tien figured he wouldn’t tell him? 

Chiaotzu is understandable; despite Chiaotzu being just five years younger than Tien and thus being in his early 40′s by Super, Tien still treats him like a younger brother and as his guardian. So when he so casually adds Yamcha to this- to just so naturally say “I left Chiaotzu and Yamcha behind. The danger seems too much for them,” it just really makes you think a bit. Because Tien made a conscious decision to leave Yamcha behind for his well-being.

In this instance Tien is putting Yamcha on the same- or at least similar level as Chiaotzu, someone we’re all very well aware that he would literally kill someone for, even if that someone is himself. The meta explanation for this could very well just be Toei didn’t want to bother giving Yamcha and Chiaotzu anything to do during the movie, and since they were already perceived as the weakest among the cast it was much easier to leave them out of it entirely (though that’s a rant for another day). The issue that arises however is that Toei accidentally (or maybe intentionally) adds a layer to Tien and Yamcha’s relationship, or at least shows us that Tien does care about Yamcha’s safety and shows some type of growth to Tien. As I talked about before, Tien is reserved and doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve- so for an action like this to occur on his part, it demonstrates a great leap in his development as a person and opening up.

And the thing about this is that it’s not entirely out of Tien’s character to leave people behind to protect them- it’s completely in character, in a way. During the Saiyan Saga, Tien initially attempts to dissuade Chiaotzu from attending the Saiyan fight, forming a similar excuse as that it would be too dangerous for him. With an instance like this, it shows us that if Tien isn’t confident he can protect Chiaotzu on the battlefield, the most he can do is make sure he’s at home and assuredly safe. He does this again during the Cell Saga by leaving Chiaotzu at Roshi’s abode, once again asserting that it would be too dangerous for Chiaotzu.

During Z Tien doesn’t show this type of concern towards Yamcha, which isn’t wrong or even irrational. Amidst Z, Yamcha was more than capable of taking care of himself and looking after his own back; Tien didn’t reason it would make sense for him to look after him. Not only that, but Tien and Chiaotzu’s relationship is just seemingly more natural to him: he’s known Chiaotzu since he was a child, it makes sense for his care to be more open and at the ready. Tien knows Chiaotzu and his boundaries, and vice versa.

The important thing about Tien though, as I already mentioned right- he’s reserved. Coupled with the fact he was raised by Shen and Tao of all people, it’s probably hard for him to make deep connections with people, let alone traditionally express care. That’s why Chiaotzu is such an anchor for him: he’s really all he has at the end of the day, if not himself. And he’s already demonstrated he’d rather die than live without his brother.

Shifting to Yamcha, it’s... a topic that really should be touched on more. When Yamcha dies during the Saiyan Saga, the anime offers a particular reaction shot on Tien. It’s not much all things considered, but it does allow the viewer to be able to identify that Yamcha’s death had somewhat of a significant impact on Tien specifically, as he’s the only one with an isolated reaction shot (which is especially telling considering Krillin was friends with Yamcha longer and logically would be more devastated and more deserving of a singular shot. He gets this, however by actually checking on Yamcha’s body but I could touch on that whole topic another time). Later on in the Cell saga, Tien is subjected to watching Yamcha die (or be on the precipice of dying) again via Dr. Gero; Tien is the first of the Z Fighters to show up to the scene, thus giving us another Tien-specific reaction shot.

Obviously, Tien’s reactions to Yamcha and Chiaotzu differ severely; we’ve already gone over why Chiaotzu has a greater bond to Tien, and despite the friendship Yamcha and Tien have been able to build over the years it would be near impossible for Yamcha to ever be totally on the same level as Chiaotzu. But at the very least and looking at the Resurrection F dialogue, Yamcha’s deadly experiences have had a lasting impact on Tien.

It wouldn’t be improbable to assume Tien suffered from guilt from Chiaotzu dying during the Saiyan Saga- he even warned Chiaotzu about coming along, so being helpless to protect his brother as he watched him be bashed before he ultimately kills himself could have been certainly traumatizing. Chiaotzu’s death in the Saiyan Saga, in my opinion, is more devastating than his King Piccolo death.

Against King Piccolo Chiaotzu was killed swiftly, and he was at least able to leave a body behind. Of course, there definitely comes feelings of guilt at the fact Tien was the one who instructed Chiaotzu to get into danger in the first place- which is probably why he’s more open to the idea of letting Chiaotzu sit a fight out in the future. During the Saiyan Saga, Chiaotzu is thrashed over and over again and rammed against mountains while Tien is found in a similar position of being physically incapable of protecting him. The whole display definitely lasts much longer than the King Piccolo incident, and it’s far more agonizing as Chiaotzu telepathically communicates with Tien during this. All for it to culminate in Chiaotzu uselessly sacrificing himself, Tien even hallucinating Chiaotzu amidst delirium.

Tien best shows his care through action and protecting those he loves- he’s just incapable of verbally saying he cares and thus best does it through service. For Tien to implicitly order Yamcha to stay away from the fight with Chiaotzu, it shows us that he harbors similar feelings of fear, guilt, and care that he does towards Chiaotzu towards Yamcha as well. Tien does his best to keep Chiaotzu away from fights because he’s afraid of losing him again because he wasn’t strong enough to protect him- it’s a fair-enough bet to wager this fear extends towards losing Yamcha as well.

Which not only makes Tien’s underwhelming reaction to Earth blowing up so fuckinnnn aggravating like oh my god like fucking he actually kept his loved ones behind and they still died can you imagine the fuckin turmoil and angst jesus christ im going insane Also this is why I needed a fucking scene of these three knuckleheads talking about chiaotzu and yamcha staying behind like toei im begging you throw me a bone LMAOOOO

[mallowbees]

4,555 words

POV: Logan centric

Characters: All ts sides

Warnings: Let me know if i need to add any!

From the anon writing prompts^!

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‘Waking up as a cat, however, was a surprising first.’

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This was… less than ideal. Hoping down from the edge of the blue duvet onto the floor, Logan stared down in disdain all four of his paws landed with a thud. This was not the first weird situation he had found himself in, being an incorporeal figment of someones personality living without the all the grounding rules of reality often resulted in odd occurrences on occasion ranging from simple to bizarre.

Waking up as a cat, however, was a surprising first.

Logan's tail flicked as he padded through his room. His desk, usually only to his hip, now towered a foot or two above him as he stood on the dark blue rug below. Faintly he could hear the noise of a conversion from down stairs with acute clarity, but he couldn't make out a word being said. He could only hypothesize his sudden transformation had possibly altered his senses as well as his physical form. That seemed to be the case based on his earlier experience 7 minutes, 46 seconds ago and counting.

Logan had tried shifting into a human form upon awakening. Confused and dazed buried under his blankets, that he quickly realized where much larger than usual, or he was, as it turns out, much smaller. However this proved not to be like a simple wardrobe change or a shift that he would under usual circumstance be able to complete. He took a few minute to asses the situation after that.

Now staring up at the deep blue almost black of his door, the next most rational step was to attempt to have Roman change him back. As he usually seemed to be the causation of these things, though not always intentionally. He would also have to avoid Patton preferably, lest he agitate the others allergies with his current form, or worse, Patton begin doting on him. Logan's fur ruffled.

Honing in on the gold door knob, he knew he should have no trouble jumping up to it with the cats average jumping height without running being 5 feet, but the matter of actually opening the door would provide to be difficult without hands. He could just meow loudly at the door until someone came up, but he’d prefer to save that for a, ‘last resort’.

Logan lowered himself to the ground, calculating the general trajectory he could need so he wouldn't just throw himself against the wood. He leaned forward and down on his paws and wiggled in anticipation; He lunged. Logan was air borne, he swatted the doorknob hitting it with his paw, bound off the door with his back paws and he was back on the floor. He regathered himself from the sudden burst of energy. First attempts are often not the successful try. Logan backed up a bit further from his original trajectory point, and began to try again.

--

A time and multiple tries later, Logan stood proudly in the now open and somewhat scratched up doorway. It had admittedly taken longer than he had anticipated, having gotten distracted more with actually trying to catch the doorknob rather than open it having not been accounted for, but he was now free from his own room. And free to go in search of Roman.

Padding down the hallways past the various doors of bedrooms, he could hear everything much louder. Along with conversation, the hum of the refrigerator and tv was also more noticeable than on average. Slinking to the edge of the stairway, Logan could tell the tones of the voices were Patton and Roman, as well as a movie playing. He tail flicked to the side. Having both of them together would provide to be quite the obstacle if he was to get to Roman, and the living-room was a very open to anyone who happened to walk through, which was inconvenient for not bringing attention to himself too. He could wait for them to finish the program they were watching and hide out by the stairs up in the hall, hearing the music number, people laughing, and a door opening on the show he couldn't tell what it was to estimate how long was left but-

Logan froze in the air as he was suddenly lifted up from the floor. Chattering indignantly he found himself suddenly face to face with a confused Virgil. Virgil held Logan in his arms, pulling him to his chest facing him so he was no longer suspended in air. He seemed to ask a question as he lifted a hand gentle up to Logan’s face. It seemed, despite the sudden rude attack of picking Logan up unprompted, Virgil did intend to bond with the random cat he found in the hall, in this case. He wiggled and bonked Virgil’s hand with his head, intending to get him to withdraw it, as there was no need to extend an offer for trust, as Logan already trusted Virgil.

However given the chuckle he suddenly felt rumble from Virgil’s chest he quickly realized his own mistake in cat behavior and went to do anything else, but he was suddenly overtaken by a warm contentment as a hand was placed on his head, beginning to pet him. Logan closed his eyes leaning into it and purred. Very loudly, even to his own ears. Virgil seemed to make some sort of surprised delighted noise and momentarily withdrew his hand with it; Before Logan could think better of himself, he was quickly swatting and pulling Virgil’s hand back to him, rubbing against his shirt.

Virgil said something but he didn't really take note as his ears were stroked, he couldn't understand his words at the moment anyway. Logan briefly had a fleeting thought that this cat transformation was influencing him stronger than he had initially realized, but it was long forgotten with his own figurative motor going and the warmth of Virgil’s hold.

--

Logan had completely melted in a grinning Virgil’s grip by the time he was carried down stairs.

Roman and Patton laid in a partially destroyed blanket fort, now just sitting on the piles of pillows and blankets on the couch, singing along as Moana played on screen.

“Yo guys, since when do we have a cat?”

Patton’s head immediately swung around, nearly launching himself off the couch, his foot getting caught on a light blue comforter, his face lighting up. “Cat?! Oh my gosh we have a cat?  I love him can I hold them?!”

Roman blinked in surprise at the new arrival, the slower of the two to respond verbally. He swiveled in his sitting position to look on as Patton stood up making grabby hands to the cat in Virgil’s arms. “I… have no idea where that cat came from, where on earth did you find-”

“Him I think?” Patton now had the cat in his arms, holding him almost like you would hold a baby; The cat just purred.

Roman nodded. “-him.”  

Virgil shrugged as he shifted the cat to a better suited grip in Patton’s arms. “He was just standing staring down from the top of the stairs when I came out of my room, I’m not sure where he was before that.”

Roman hummed as he got up from the couch and approached the other two, taking a moment to give the black cat some brief loving pets as well. The cat merped when the sides finally stopped, blinking up at them with deep bright blue eyes that seemed to come out of a daze.

“Well that's certainly odd! Do ya think he came from the imagination maybe?” Patton gaze turned to roman.

Roman ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, I’m usually pretty good at keeping the door shut Pat,” He stated, before wincing. “But it wouldn't be the first time I accidentally left it open however, I will admit.”

Patton gave Roman a reassuring pat on the shoulder with his non cat holding arm. “Don't worry about it kiddo! It happens!”

“Yeah and when it happens it usually cause a mess that takes like a week to clean up.” Virgil countered before putting his hands up. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Roman waved him off sheepishly.

“Uhh, anyway do you think maybe hes one of those, what are they called, those things of your that just kind of, pop up?” He grimaced slightly. “Bad explanation.”

“Oh oh!” Patton interjected. “Like those glowy flowers we had for while growing in the storage closet?”

“Drifting daydreams?” Roman gazed over the cat with a skeptical eye. “Perhaps? Though he doesn't seem particularly sparkly, or dream like. And I haven't really been think of any cats more than usual.”

Virgil hummed in consideration.

Roman just stared down the cat, the cat stared disgruntled back, having been watching the three.

Patton cut through the pause. “Soo, can we keep him?” He held up the cat carefully, a bursting smile on his face. The cat looked displeased.

His expression dimmed as Roman and Virgil shared a look. Roman grimacing and Virgil’s face a mix of sympathy and ‘i don't think this is a good idea, we care barely take care of ourselves, we cant take care of a cat’

“I don't think this is a good idea, we can barely take care of ourselves, we cant take care of a cat.” Virgil said.

“But!! He’s only gonna be here for a little while probably, and we cant just leave him to fend on his own in the mindpalace!”

“Pat you are literally allergic to cats, you could inhale his fur and die.” With that Virgil looked uncomfortably aware that Patton was the one holding the cat.

“Well, more likely sneeze like you’ve had pixie dust thrown in your face, but I agree with nightmare before christmas over here. That doesn't seem like a grand idea as far as keeping him. But! I also don't think we should just let him roam.”

Patton tilted his head. The cat shifted slightly in his hold so it was much looser. “Well what can we do with him then?”

“We could put him in the imagination with-”

“Woah!”

“Ah!’

“Great beard of Zeus!”

And with a hiss the cat darted out of Patton’s arms, skid across the floor passed Virgil’s shoes, and bolted down the hallway of the mindscape.

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Logan ran, the shouts of the others behind him as he zoomed down one of the many connecting hallways as fast as his paws could carry him. The only thought going through his mind saying run, the sudden restless energy seemingly coming out of nowhere, and hearing at least one of the others following after him only spurred him on. He skittered past the bedroom doorway, sliding on the laminate and knocking his own bedroom door back closed as he ran straight into Roman’s open door.

Entering the large room Logan flew by the papers covering the floor on hopped up onto the desk, almost sliding off the ledge as sheets went flying off instead. He could still hear the others calling out for him but not anywhere close, presumable having lost track of him. The moment seemed to subside as the tension started to ebb from Logan. He reflected, dumbfound, at his behavior and sat down on the desk corner, absentmindedly fixing his fur with his paw. This momentary lapse in logical thinking, in human logical thinking, flustered him at his lack of self impulse control as a cat.

The others had seemed to be debating something about him while he was in Patton’s hold, and he could almost feel the conflict in the room when instinct of some sort, he could only guess, encouraged him to bolt. An odd thing to warrant running at full speed from a non-threatening situation, but his cat body supposedly disagreed with his rational brain.

His ear twitched as he heard the voices seeking him, now getting further way. Going down a different hallway it seemed. Patton cooing for him and Roman calling out fading away, Virgil likely with them as well, just less vocal. Now presented with an unaccounted for minor difficulty in being turned back, the best course of action would be to stay as far away from from the others to avoid physical contact with the other to reduce the amount of stimuli that could induce a reaction, while also somehow alerting them to his unfortunate transformation.

Perhaps he could write some sort of message, that would be the most straight to point way to inform them, without being physically direct. Looking around Roman’s desk, the cherry wood stained with paint and markers, it was only covered in one or two papers that were left on its top and a pair of scissors. Looking around the room it seemed he had knocked the pen holder off as well in his earlier haste. Logan realized while he had been in Roman’s room many times prior, he had very seen it from this angle. Being a cat sitting on his desk, obviously not. Though the room itself had not changed at all.

It was still the same large room, white cream walls and intricate swirling wall trim. The desk he was sat upon, the vanity adjacent to it, and the bookcase all appeared as they usually did, and dull white glow from the fairytale-like door to the imagination cast over them. The fairy lights on the walls cast as a main light source however, tacked on the walls next to Roman’s ‘prince’ bed, a canopy bed with tall cream and gold drapery, hanging down in twisting towers of fabric, soft and delicate, easily ripped. A thing that could easily offer him the highest vantage point in the room.

Logan involuntarily found himself lowering slightly. The fine sparkly drapery was perfectly climbable, he could just make his way up and see the room much better. Surely, he could find a pen much easier that way. Logan wiggled and a resounding ‘no!’ echoing from behind him as he pounced and launched himself up onto the curtains, claws digging in as he quickly began pulling himself up them.

He panicked as one of his claws got caught up in the fabric. Logan wiggled wildly and flailed his paw in all directions trying to untangle himself. He could feel hands attempt to pluck him from his mess and began to wiggle more. he was caught and something was grabbing him and he did not like this. He was lifted upwards and his claw came out from the drape, frenzied he did what felt natural and now latched onto the hand holding him so he wouldn't fall. He was dropped to the floor while at a loud exclamation came from the side who had been muttering as he tried to release him. Logan, now on the floor, meet Roman frazzled eyes with his own and fluffed up as large as he could.

Roman glared down at him for a moment, saying a word Logan could only guess was a swear before his shoulders slumped and he sighed, holding his slightly scratched hand. Logan stood his ground as he slowly held his hands up and conjured a water bottle and a band-aid. Roman didn't seem to be trying to hold him now and Logan felt a pang of regret as his heart rate came down and he watched Roman tend the wound. Before he knew it Logan padded over to the wary creative side and rubbed against his leg. Roman huffed but gave him a quick gentle pat.

His ears perked up, turning his head as Virgil entered the room, quickly followed by Patton. He skittered back a bit as Pat rushed pasted him to Roman who just laughed and waved him off, showing the small scratches. Virgil said something, the only one still standing in the doorway.

Logan suddenly remembered his search for a pen now that everyone was in the room. Running over to the scattered pens and papers, he heard Roman groan, as he had apparently just noticed that specific mess he had caused, as Logan picked a pen up in his mouth. Not the most ideal thing but it would do. However, it was quickly pulled out of his mouth by Virgil. Logan hissed up at him in annoyance, Virgil hissed back. As Virgil reached down to pick him up and presumably move him away from the pens, Logan decided he was not getting picked up again.

The cat bolted once more, a frustrated yell from one of them as he narrowly dodged Virgil’s grip, practically using him as a spring board in the process. Virgil probably would have been successful in grabbing again if he hadn't slipped on the pens scattered on the floor. There was a concerned call from a conflicted Patton but Logan was off once again.

No one had followed him this time it seemed, Logan noted. He had concluded he likely couldn't get any pens with the other sides around. Bur looking around the kitchen all pens seemed to be put away, not that there logically should be pens in the kitchen anyway, but there usually was. Any and all of his personal pens were stored in is room, which the door was now closed to, thanks to himself.

Claws tapping on the tile Logan leapt up on the marble counter-top. There wasn't anything up there either, aside from a few unwashed dishes. The room still smelled like microwaved thai noodle leftovers too. His ears flattened as the smell was much stronger as a cat. He could try doing things to indicate who he was, but that would require going right back up the others again, and he wasn't sure about trying that direct of a method after those other stunts he had pulled.

Logan's eyes drifted to the far hallway, this one a little darker. He could hear loud cackling laughing coming from down that way, and it wasn't a movie playing either.

Perhaps the others had some spare pens lying about.

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Logan strode down the hallway, which usually seemed much darker than it actually was now that he was in it, likely dew to his current senses. The sound of Remus cackling somewhere down the way getting louder. The hard wood floors transitioned to light grey carpeting and Logan entered the other half of the mindscape. It seemed Remus was somewhere to his left from what he could tell, so Logan took a right and found himself in the living area.

Scanning the floor from next to the coffee table, he couldn't see anything that would indicate any writing utensils laying about. He quickly scaled up the side of the dark grey couch poising himself on the arm of it to get a better view. It was immaculately clean in here, much more organized than their current mess.

Searching around the room once more from his perch there still didn't appear to be any stray items he could write with that were visible. Going across the cushions he hoped down from the other side of the couch. While perhaps not the option with the best success rate, his next option he planned to take, was searching the next most likely place he would be able to find something to communicate with, where most of the sides personal stuff was stored. The bedrooms.

Logan was usually someone who respected the other sides privacy in his own option. But he found as a foot tall ball of fur and claws he didn't find himself caring much. Walking into the corridor he could still hear Remus, who was clearly doing, something, in his room, and he didn't intend to tread into it with him still there. So Logan now stood in-front of the door on the other wall, a pale yellow door that was thankfully cracked open slightly, Deceit’s room.

Slipping through the small opening Logan immediately froze. Staring into the lush room, he found himself making direct eye-contact with a startled Deceit who kept his gaze as his office chair slowly stopped spinning. Logan's ears flattened but he took a cautious step forward. Deceit tilted his head to the right before slowly holding his hand down and out to Logan.

He didn't seem particularly bothered by the sudden addition to his room surprisingly, one would think deceit would be more bothered by an intrusion of privacy. Regardless of how unbothered he seemed, Logan wasn't going to take any chances of getting to close, lest he get pet again. He padded past him and hopped up on the desk. Deceit made some sort of remark but otherwise did nothing about him invading his space. There was a tank with a snake right in-front of the desk inlayed in the wall that he hadn't noticed from the floor: Logan sniffed the glass but he couldn't see the snake inside at the moment. Looking around the other edge of the glass he searched to see if he could see the snake. The door suddenly banged open and Logan fluffed up.  Pushing himself to the corner of the desk, Logan watched Deceit turn around with Remus now in the room.

–

“Hey double dee!” Remus exclaimed slamming open the door easily with a wide grin. “Guess what I just-”

He blinked in surprise as his ivy eyes locked in on an un-amused deceit and some sort of small grey puff on the corner of Deceits desk. Hissing, not at deceit, but at him.

“Congratulations Remus, you've now startled the cat.”

“The cat?” Remus parroted bewildered.

“No, the dog that is clearly here.” Deceit drawled. “Yes the cat Remus” He said as he rolled back a bit to give some space to the cat pressed against the wall. “He made him self at home a minute ago after slinking through my door.”

“But that can’t, that doesn't,-” Remus looked genuinely stumped, somewhere between recognition and conflict on his face. “-but Roman’s still in the light sides commons?”

Deceit’s eyes narrowed as he quirked a brow, leaning forward in his chain, now intrigued. “Oh? What does this have to do with Roman?”

“I was gonna turn him into a cat! I made a potion and everything yesterday!” He gestured to the door behind him. “I used some dragon bones and swap slug water and magic powder and a piece of his hair and everything!” He lamented dramatically.  “But I was just down there and hes still the same boring him! I was gonna watch emo and debbie downer freak out about it but everyone was down stairs except for logic!”

Deceit froze for a minute, what had just clicked in his head clearly clicking in Remus’s head too as his face lit up with realization.

“Remus,”

“Dee dee.” He grinned guilty.

“Where did you get the piece of hair you used for your potion?”

“Off their kitchen table...”

“And who exactly was last at the table?”

“Roman, i thought, but there was a jar of crofters sitting out too...”

They both turned to the cat, who still couldn't understand them.

Deceit leaned back to face the somewhat calm cat, staring back at them with curious eyes.

“Logan?”

He certainly reacted to that.

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Logan jolted as Deceit very clearly said his name to his face.

Remus cackled loudly practically wheezing while Deceit gave him an un-amused glance. Logan looked rapidly between the two for some insight. Deceit tried to say something to Logan as he usually would.  

He tilted his head as he spoke, still not understand what was being said beyond a single word. Deceit turned to Remus and asked him something before looking back to him. Logan watched them both with calculating eyes, this was certainly not who he expected would be the ones to realize his situation. Though connecting context clue’s he had a guess of who changed him in the first place. Remus nodded to something Deceit said and ran off down the hall. Logan just sat patiently, as the wasn't much he could do for now, though he could run once more if need be.

Deceit suddenly smirked and gave Logan an, albeit very clearly patronizing pat, it was sympathetic in nature. Logan couldn't help the sudden loud rumble that came from him, despite his best efforts, slightly leaning against the gloves hand. His ears flatted in embarrassment as Deceit pulled back looked stunned, but quickly put himself back together. Thankfully doing nothing more, if only for Logan’s own self-respect.

Remus returned skidding around the corner holding a sloshing bottle filled with a saturated pink liquid, it almost glistening in the light.

Logan was suddenly picked up by Remus and he dug his claws into the puffy sleeves as he was transported to the dark living-room. Deceit briefly scolded Remus lightly but the latter just shrugged with a teasing smirk. Logan fluffed up again when he was set down on the floor, the others much taller than him standing up, but before he could do anything the cold liquid suddenly splattered onto his head. His thoughts briefly became fuzzy as he felt his senses dull and felt a similar flip of when they changed from as suddenly, opening his eyes once more after getting a grip on reality, Logan, the human Logan, stared up at the ceiling.

–

Logan blinked a few times at the sudden change in lighting and sound feeling a bit disoriented, a dull throb behind hid eyes, but not painful.

“Whoo! It worked! Aaand you didn't turn into a glob of mutated human flesh!”

Logan tilted his head back glaring slightly at the delighted Remus looming above him with a grin.  He adjusted his glasses slowly sitting up and regathering his bearing.

“Thank you for the lovely visual Remus.” Deceit quipped. “And I’m sure this totally was what Logan expecting for this morning, so my apologies.”

“Always here to please! In more ways than one.” Remus shimmed next to deceit who rolled his eyes with a slight smirk.

Logan stood up, fixing his hair which seemed to have residual fluff from the transition and re-adjusted his tie. “It is quite alright Deceit. And I would also like to apologize for invading your space, and will soon be leaving your metaphorical hair. However, to be clear i take it Remus is the one responsible for my sudden feline attributes?”

“Yep!”

“Unfortunately.”

“Ah. I shall have to take that into consideration then.” Logan nodded to himself.

Remus stared blankly with a smile tilting his head. “What?”

He reassured him. “Nothing of concern or malicious intent, merely an event to take into consideration when future events may take place. As they say, ‘keeping receipts’.”

Deceit raised an amused eyebrow.

“But I believe I shall be leaving now. And hopefully reconciling any mishaps that may have taken place by some cat in the past hour and 32 minutes I was away. Goodbye Remus, Deceit.”

“Don’t look froward to seeing you again Logan.”

“Bye Nerd!”

And Logan sunk out.

–

“What d’ya you think he meant by mishaps?” Remus looked to Deceit while picking his ear.

Deceit hummed. “Gossip seems to find its way around when you live in one persons mind, I suppose I could find out later and let you know.” He drawled with a smirk. “Secrets are my thing after all.”

“Whoo!”

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.