#they’re like…so nice to the path when they don’t deserve to be

[bereft-of-frogs]

I’m re-listening to the battle of Jedha audio while doing boring stuff like waiting for my sandwich to be ready at the cafe, boring work tasks, etc (and waiting for my audiobook listening hours/credits to reset on Spotify/libro.fm) and

the part where Silandra is like ‘we should check our biases and not just be suspicious of the Path of the Open Hand just because we disagree with them and they’ve been critical of the Order’ when the listener knows they’ve already killed two Jedi and then it immediately cuts to the mother planning to release the Leveller into the holy city I—

[monstrifex-art]

Howls in the Heights

Art and story by me, for the TF anthology Shifts from the Shelves.

Story:

Smoke hung in the air like an unanswered question. Between the blotchy wallpaper and the liquor-stained floorboards, the poker room couldn’t accurately be described as “nice.” But Donovan owed me a favor, so for the time being this space in the back of his bar was mine. The faint music of a jazz combo leaked under the door, distant and a little sad. I stretched, twine running through my fingers as I looped it around the tack pinning a balding man’s mug-shot to the wall.

“That one’s kind of handsome,” Rita mused from behind me.

I scoffed and shot a glance over my shoulder. Rita stood close enough that I could smell her perfume. She was watching me map my thoughts on the wall with casual amusement, her dark eyes skimming lightly over the collection of newspaper clippings and photographs.

“Maybe he was. But he’s not looking so good anymore.” I uncapped a pen and drew a large red X over his face. “Handyman Wharton was a real piece of work. But no one deserves to die like that. These murders… in all my years of investigating, I’ve never seen anything like them.”

“Mmm, sounds to me like he had it coming,” she breathed as she leaned her chin on my shoulder. Rita was beautiful in a way that made it hard to think straight. She had wavy hair that fell like a black curtain on one side of her face, eyelids and lips done up in a matching smoky coal. Tonight she wore a cocktail dress that poured smoothly down her curves. The thin fabric left very little to the imagination.

Rita and I had crossed paths in a couple chance encounters over the last couple weeks. She had a habit of turning up just as things were getting interesting, and making just about everything a little more complicated. For some reason she seemed to take a shine to me. We’d started spending nights together, and she proved as enthusiastic between the sheets as she was on the dance floor. Maybe more so.

“I’m getting close,” I murmured softly. “All these bodies—there’s a pattern here. Crime barons, crooked cops… someone is making a power play for this city’s underworld. Whoever they are, they can’t hide from the truth.”

Rita slid off my back and glided over to the card table where she’d left her lighter. She sat, one leg crossed over the other, and took a long drag from the mouthpiece of her cigarette holder.

“I like watching you think, Detective. It’s like watching an old car struggle up a steep road.”

“This car still has some miles left in it,” I chuckled. “See here—Wharton was a regular at the Glass Eye. You remember, where we met at the craps table. And here, if my sources are right, Wharton was smuggling ammo for the Pinstripe gang. They’re based out of Turnstile, where you took me to see that boxing match. Hell, if I didn’t know any better Rita I’d say…”

Something cold ran down my spine. Old instincts flared to life, telling me I’d just stumbled into something big. My eyes flitted from headline to headshot, arcs of twine adding up in an intricate equation. My thoughts clicked like a typewriter, checking hunch against evidence, step-by-step. It was impossible but… the data points aligned. How could…

“Ahhh… starting to put the pieces together, are we, darling?” Rita’s voice found me from far away, as if I was at the bottom of a well. I turned to face her, limbs numb.

“You…”

She smiled, white teeth flashing in the smoky gloom. “Of course it was me, dear. It was all me. All along.”

“But… the bodies. They were torn apart. How did you…”

She laughed in that pitying little way she did when she knew something I didn’t. The melodic sound of it almost made me want to laugh with her.

“Mhmhmm aww, you still look so confused! Don’t worry sweet thing, this one is above your pay grade.” She stood with a little flourish, like a magician’s assistant. “Here. Perhaps a demonstration will make you understand.”

A part of my mind, not sure which, suddenly sounded alarm bells. An instinct to run pumped through me, made my heart beat fast and my perception sharpen. Rita was just standing there, but some awareness deep in my hindbrain was screaming danger. Predator. Flee.

I gritted my teeth. Not yet. Not when I was so close to the answer.

A shiver ran across Rita’s pale skin, starting at her back and working out to her limbs. I could see her hair stand on end. She stretched, luxuriating in the movement. Her lips parted, and a long sigh streamed from her throat like a release of pressurized air. “Hahhhh… You’re about to see who I really am, dearest.”

A quiet snapping noise, then another. Dozens of meaty clicks inside her like the sound of dislocating joints. Rita pitched forward, bending double in a violent motion that knocked the card table behind her slamming to the floor. She gasped, lurching upright with an ecstatic grin on her face. Her eyes! They had changed, darker around the edges and brighter in the middle. Her pupils reflected light like burning headlights. I couldn’t look away.

“All the rest, it’s an… affectation. Like a favorite dress that I wear around town.”

Her elbow-length gloves were starting to tear. I could see dark fur through the rips, black claws cutting neatly through the satin fingertips. She groaned, and I could hear the timbre of her voice roughening. Something cracked in her legs. Her feet shifted, pushing her taller inch by inch as they extended into long sinewy paws.

Her dress clung tightly to her curves as her frame broadened. The cloth strained, her collar line deepening as the flesh of her shoulders and chest rippled with new bulk. I could see her nipples pressing through the black cloth, erect with sensation.

She gestured to the dress, to her glittering necklace and sheer stockings. “This, all these pretty things. It used to be me… Gruuhh.” Her voice faltered as an involuntary growl rattled through her. She smiled sweetly, regaining her composure. “But not anymore.”

The fabric gave with a loud tearing noise as a large tail, black and shaggy, thrust out behind her. She took a few balancing steps forward, then reached up to brush the hair out of her face with one clawed hand. Her breathing was coming deep and heavy now, hot fog mingling with smoke in curls around her smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling. I do love our little song-and-dances. Being the stunning vision on your arm is a treat! But the real me can’t dazzle a cocktail party in quite the same way.”

She grimaced, and I could see her teeth lengthening into interlocking fangs. Fur crept down her face, pressing in at the edges of her cheeks and trailing down her nose.

She blinked and stared deep into me with those burning eyes. “I clean up pretty nice, wouldn’t you say? I certainly had you fooled!” She cackled with a wild abandon that approached madness.

Her shaking laughter choked off into gasps as she convulsed with another surge of growth. The wet sounds of her bones rearranging were almost drowned out by the noise of her widening hips and shoulders finally tearing her dress to ribbons. I could just see her face masked in shadow, distorting and stretching as her mouth extended into a snout full of pointed lupine teeth. Rivulets of saliva dripped from her black lips.

I stumbled away instinctively, felt the pins of my map wall dig into my back. Stray clues drifted to the floor like leaves. I could feel my cheeks burning hot as I tried to look away, but I couldn’t pull my eyes from her nakedness as it was torn free before me.

Between gasping breaths, she laughed violently. “YOUR FACE!” she snarled, muzzle curling into a feral grin. “You weren’t this SHY when we MADE LOVE LAST NIGHT!”

She was right, of course. I had seen every inch of her in our evenings together. But there was something about seeing her this way—it was rawer, deeper, more intimate and carnal. I was enraptured with a fascination that had never possessed me during our previous dalliances. I couldn’t understand it. I was hopelessly lost in the rhythm of her shifting flesh. Why? The scene before me was horrific, so why was I feeling this way?

“You’re… I just… I…” I stammered, struggling to put words in order.

“You still WANT me, DON’T YOU?” She was shouting now. “I can smell your desire… What is it you always say? YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM THE TRUTH, DETECTIVE!”

That was it. I was more attracted to her now than I ever had been before. What was wrong with me? Why did my heart feel like it was about to pound its way out of my chest? I shut my eyes, turning away with a strangled cry.

“I don’t understand! Please… I can’t, I don’t…”

“LOOK AT ME, DARLING.”

I blinked toward her, seeing only blurred glimpses. I saw the fur bristling from muscle-laden thighs, the tattered sweat-soaked remnants of her dress stretched over her rippling abdominals. God, parts of her were still so human. She wasn’t an animal or a person - she was something monstrous in-between. She was a terrifying beast, but she was still recognizably… her.

“LOOK AT ME!” she roared, and the room shook. I cried out, and opened my eyes to behold her entirely.

She was beautiful.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

I stepped toward her, and fell into her arms as she embraced me. We fell together to a gasping heap on the floor. We began anew, pressing ourselves into one another with bestial fervor.

The case would have to go on a little while longer.

[lookingfts]

Dialogue Game - Prompts #15 and #16

#15 - “If I don’t say this now. I’ll always be stuck in this moment never being able to move forward” and “We were just kids, you know?” (Anonymous)

Anthony has very carefully arranged things so that he would never be alone. 

Every moment of his day has been at Siena’s side, or drinking with Ben, or listening to his mother fuss over last minute plans. All to avoid this exact moment - in a quiet room with his thoughts, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.

He can’t breathe, he can’t - this isn’t how it’s supposed to feel. But he’s already gone so far down this road.

The door clicks open, and he straightens himself out. Maybe Ben with some hair of the dog. God knows he could use it.

Anthony turns, and whoever he expected to see - it isn’t her.

“Hey,” Kate says shyly, her arms crossed over her chest. She’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt - she’d declined his invitation to the wedding, which hurt but wasn’t surprising. But she’s there, in the back room at the chapel, and he knows what this is.

A goodbye.

“I just wanted to see you,” she presses on when he doesn’t say anything. Always so brave, always so willing to step onto the ledge while he shrinks back. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” Anthony says dryly, almost bitterly. He’s so overcome with the desire to grab Kate and kiss her, take her right here against the wall. It’s been so long since he’s tasted her, since he’s felt her, and it pains him to think he never will again. “You?”

Her eyes shine, but she steps forward, her hands smoothing over his lapels. “You look nice.” The tension that has always strung between them remains, tinged with nostalgia and something else that he still can’t name, after all this time. “It’ll be good, Ant. This is a good thing.”

The words are hollow, and they both know it, but they’re good at pretending. It’s all they’ve ever done, with the world, with their families, with each other. “Why are you here?” he asks quietly. He has to know. Even if it will just slice deeper, he has to know.

Kate tugs at his collar once before letting go. “I’m not here to ask for anything,” she says, shaky but determined. He has always been in awe of her strength, trying desperately to steal it for himself. “What happened with us - we were just kids, you know? And I don’t know if it was ever…real, for you. I don’t know if we were in any shape for anything real.”

Two people drowning in grief, stepping into adulthood before their time. Burning everything and everyone in their path. Maybe if it hadn’t happened the way it did, they could have supported each other. Staggered their heartache. But the timing was never on their side.

“It was real.” That’s all he says, and all he needs to say. Kate nods, something solidifying in her expression, growing more resolved.

“If I don’t say this now, I’ll always be stuck in this moment, never able to move forward.” Anthony envies that she thinks she can leave this moment behind. He’s not sure he ever will. Even as it’s happening, he thinks he’ll encase this moment in amber and look back on it as the moment that his life could have been different. “I know we fucked it up, but it meant everything to me. You still mean so much to me, and you always will. Maybe it’s really selfish to tell you this before you walk down the aisle to her, I don’t…I don’t know. I’ve just spent so long acting like nothing mattered, and I didn't want you to think that you never mattered. You deserved to know.”

Kate exhales, a weight lifted, standing on her toes to kiss him. It’s quick and rough, and over before Anthony can properly return it. 

“Good luck,” she says hurriedly, wiping her face, and she’s gone when he blinks.

And Anthony thinks he’ll never be alone with his thoughts again. Because Kate will always be haunting him.

#16 - “Do you know how scared I was?” (Anonymous)

Anthony is head-to-toe trembling when he reaches the room where his wife is - according to her text. Logically, he knows she’s okay, but he doesn’t quite let himself believe it until she’s in front of him. Her ponytail is a little askew and she looks tired, and her ankle is bandaged, but she’s okay.

“Kate,” he breathes, and she’s already reaching for him as he scoops her up in his arms. He holds her so tightly, too tightly, but she doesn’t protest.

“I’m okay,” Kate whispers, and her voice calms something agitated in his chest. “Baby, I’m okay. I promise.”

“Do you know how scared I was?” He got the broad strokes from her message - that she went for a run and got dizzy and tripped on the sidewalk, and a good Samaritan waited with her until an ambulance arrived. “You haven’t been feeling well, why would you-?”

Her cheeks flush, and she looks down at her hands. All week, she’s been run down and a little nauseated. But that’s his wife - she hates to be weak, always pushing herself to overcome her own perceived shortcomings. “It was stupid, I’m sorry. I thought it might make me feel better to move, get outside. The last thing I wanted was to scare you.”

Anthony knows he’s a little more sensitive than most about things like this. After everything they’ve been through, he just doesn’t know what he’ll do if it’s not okay. If he loses the person he loves most in this world, again.

Taking his hands in both of hers, Kate looks up at him. “I have to tell you something.” He tenses, and she laughs quietly. “It’s not bad. Actually, it’s…”

Tears brim her eyes, and he doesn’t know how to feel. She’s telling him everything is fine, but she’s obviously emotional, and he doesn’t know if his heart can take any more terrifying news today.

“I, um, I told the nurse about how I’ve been feeling. And she had a hunch and…she ran a test.” A smile breaks on her face, and realization swells in his chest before his mind can properly wrap around it. “I wish I could tell you in some special way, but I can’t wait. I’m pregnant.”

It feels like ages before he comprehends what she’s saying, but his eyes are already wet. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And it’s healthy, we’re healthy, everything is okay, I just-.” She laughs thickly, and shakes her head. “Can you just kiss me, please?”

It’s barely a kiss, just their smiles pressing together, but Anthony already knows this will forever be one of his favorite memories.

[moralofallthestories]

CK s6 part1 spoilers‼️

This is going to be mostly my rant on ep5 and some plots from the previous episodes

- My heart BREAKS for Tory, it’s like the writers just decided to add more on top of the misery from her story last season. S5 the girl broke up with someone she loves and cares about for Kreese’s plan, ended up hurting herself badly and had no one by her side the entire season, and now they just decided to kill off her mom just when her life is starting to get better. What did she do to deserve this??

- Look how quickly Daniel and Johnny moved on to Hawk for their selections literally after they all learned about Tory’s mother’s death, like if you both are such good senseis, wouldn’t it be nice to actually give a shit about Tory and her grief?? Instead of making if about yourself, how about we actually go console her and making sure she’s okay or at least be there? Both of them are such bad mentors for the kids, first is how they handled Kenny’s situation after he got humiliated with the accident, Johnny only spoke up when he’s fighting for Devon and Daniel rlly favors his kids than his other students. If any of these two even showed the same attention and support to Kenny and Tory, I’m sure neither of them would actually quit Miyagi-Do so quickly on the spot. Some sensei they really are huh.

- Robby my man, I get that going to the Sekai Taikai is important for you but are you really gonna do nothing after your girlfriend’s meltdown about her mother’s death? At this point this show’s writing is so bad I don’t wanna hear about any “they probably did this off-screen” kinda bullshit no more. I swear if part 2 has any point of showing him standing on the moral high ground accusing Tory of switching sides like what he did to her in s5 imma riot, cancel my Netflix subscription along with my family plan :))

- Based on s5 and what we’ve seen so far, my headcanon for Robby & Tory is that he’s the one that usually texts her first and he texts more but she’s not good with it, she’s not good with expressing her emotions either so sooner or later they’re gonna face this communication problem in the relationship (of which the problem was clearly shown before in s5 when they “broke up”)

- While the privileged kids talking about their top colleges and applications, what Robby and Tory had was the Sekai Taikai - underdogs in the top 4

- Devon, my girl…not a good decision…why you choose to go on that path

- I can never like Anthony he really gets on my nerves

- Bad writing with all those conflicts overall, hated how they handled Kenny’s character especially trying to embarrassing him for the flag fight. I was hoping to see him and his brother in more action but you can never expect too much from Cobra Kai writers I guess

- The baby storyline continues…the most boring and unnecessary storyline that ruins Johnny’s character as a father and a sensei

- CK really has this type of half assed writing throughout all seasons why am I surprised lmao

The good part:

- Sam & Tory’s reconciliation and their apologies to each other, the sleepover pillow fight was so cute and I love seeing both of them are so done with Johnny’s instigating

- Robby and Tory’s promise of standing together

- How Robby found himself & his confidence again after seeing Tory showed up, this is what partners influence each other

- Robby & Tory’s little nod to each other whenever one of them is fighting someone else, no words but it means so much more

- Johnny & Mike’s fight - it has to be purely a fan service kinda fight but I’ll take it

- Hawk & Demitri’s fight, unnecessary but it surely was entertaining

- Kyler’s redemption, I’m actually happy they didn’t give him a glamorous redemption and try to change him completely to let him join Miyagi-Do, it’s nice to see that his frat boy personality is still there

- Kwon’s fighting skills are some real deal

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 4; part 5: fools in love

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

luke hughes x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | oops. finger slipped 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i don’t regret it at all. love you more than you could even imagine luke ❤   tagged: lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 i love you too ❤

bboeser congratulations on finally going public. you guys have such a solid relationship and it’s only going to get stronger as you get older ❤

user03 wow i love this

nicohischier honestly glad it’s always been him. he treats you exactly how you deserve to be treated and if that’s not the true definition of a ‘perfect boyfriend’ then i don’t know what is 😊  | yourinstagram ❤

_quinnhughes now aren’t you glad we got you back home? 😊❤  | yourinstagram absolutely ❤  luke is my home 🥰

user12 so glad someone loves luke as much as the fans do 😊

elblue6 my babies ❤

trevorzegras you managed to hook all the brothers on your line at some point, huh? respect 😉  | trevorzegras but in all seriousness, congratulations to the both of you. the journey to where you are now was far from perfect but you managed to get there and hopefully you’ll stay on that path for the rest of your lives ❤  | yourinstagram that’s the plan trev 😊

user07 can we get some context to the pictures? please?  | yourinstagram of course! first pic: the dinner where he asked me to be his girlfriend, second pic: us goofing off one night a while ago, third pic: a very recent kiss we shared & probably one of my favorites, fourth pic: the most gentleman thing luke offered to do was tie my shoe even though i can do it myself, fifth pic: thought we needed a random kiss pic, last pic: we were at a park and luke decided he needed a nap. he looks so cute, don’t you think? 😊

jackhughes picture perfect couple. so glad you finally posted about it. was starting to feel like i had to do it myself 😂

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jamie.drysdale the goofiest and also sweetest couple i have ever known 😊

jackhughes remember the rule, luke. break her heart and you’ll have to deal with me and quinn 😏  | lhughes_06 luckily i don’t plan on breaking her heart 👍🏻 besides, i am not scared of you. quinn maybe but not you 😂

trevorzegras the luckiest dude alive honestly 😏  | yourinstagram right? 😉

user12 i really love seeing this 😊

colecaufield was actually not expecting this but i love it

edwards.73 you guys are such a perfect couple

bboeser love this a lot. never seen either of you so happy before 😊

_quinnhughes you’ve got the best girlfriend ever so if you screw this up, i will never forgive you 😏

user04 the boys being incredibly protective of y/n makes me wish i knew someone like them 😔 they’re perfect

elblue6 soulmates 🥰

user08 so luke how did you finally make it official? we need to know  | lhughes_06 it’s a long story  | yourinstagram when i got back from vancouver, he made me a nice romantic dinner and he got me a ring i've been wanting forever. then he made a big speech about how much he loved me and he started rambling so i shut him up with a kiss and then he asked me 😊  | user08 awe so cute 😊

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_quinnhughes they’ve always been super close so it can’t really be a surprise that this happened 😊

lhughes_06 in our defense, it was the first time in a while we had actually been able to see each other. i was not about to let the opportunity pass me by again ❤

edwards.73 they’re lucky they’re a cute couple

nicohischier 😊

trevorzegras if they weren’t such a cute couple, i would hate how lovey-dovey they are 😊

colecaufield this was the trip that you broke up with julia, wasn’t it?  | jackhughes yes. couldn’t stand her hating on my best friend anymore. had to be done  | yourinstagram oh so i'm your best friend now? how sweet 🥺🥰  | jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised. you've known this forever 🙄

user13 and people ask me why my standards are so high. i mean you broke up with your girlfriend because she didn’t like y/n, both you and quinn as well as a few other hockey boys are so protective of y/n and have threatened to kick luke’s ass if he hurts her, and luke does anything for her. she deserves happiness and you guys are doing everything you possibly can to make sure she feels loved. And that is why my standards are so high ❤  | yourinstagram they just do what any guy is supposed to do when they care. if nobody can show you that same amount of love, then they don’t deserve you. you deserve happiness too, love 😊❤

user09 i love that y/n gets along with not just the other hockey boys, but the fans as well. she is truly the best  | lhughes_06 the love of my life for sure ❤

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[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daugther

Chapter XII

The sun stands high as we all line up at the entrance to the vale to walk between the dragon’s formation. Garrick just gave us our instructions and so far, we are (mostly) ready to go in. But there are still some … questionable people who have to make our lives harder.

“Can I ask a question?” Luca says in front of us. Have you ever met the human version of a headache? “Oh, this is going to be good” I whisper annoyed while pinching the bridge of my nose.

Garrick nods, but the ticking of his jaw shows how annoyed he really is. Me too, buddy.

“Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already made it through, and I talked to some of them …” “That’s not a damn question” I hiss out.

This is already nerve wrecking without her yapping … why can’t she just shut up? Garrick’s eyes find mine, amusement obvious in them before he turns back to Luca.

“It’s just … some of them said there is a feathertail.” Oh?!

“A f-feathertail?” Tynan shrieks. “Who the hell would want to bond such a thing?”

Amari, please help me survive these idiots. Rhiannon shakes her head in disappointment, but Sawyer looks intrigued. “Professor Kaori didn’t say something about a feathertail” he says. “I have every dragon memorized he showed us, and I didn’t see a feathertail.”

“Nerd” I whisper with a teasing grin. He just shoves my shoulder while smiling. “As if you don’t have everything remembered” he grins back.

“Look. Feathertails don’t bond, so relax. If there is really one, then it is probably just curious. When you are up, stay on the damn path. You don’t walk alone but in your squad. It doesn’t get any easier so whatever you do, not following the rules and instructions for example, you deserve whatever happens to you, kids.”

Well damn, thank you for that. But his “pep-talk” did the job, because everyone is finally quiet. Even Luca, who looks like she is about to shit her pants.

A woman I’ve seen a few times around steps forward and ushers us to stand in one line. I am at the very back, Ridoc in front of me. “Talk” she orders.

“Nice day for presentation” Ridoc jokes. I choke out a laugh. “Yeah, the air is nicely fresh with a lingering smell of death” He joins my snickering.

Sawyer in front of Ridoc shakes his head in disbelief.

“You two need to be studied because how the fuck can you two always be so …” he struggles to find the right word. “Unhinged” Garrick.

“Yes right. So fucking unhinged in the wrong situations?”

We look at each other, then back at our curly haired friend. We shrug. “Amari, give me patience” Garrick mutters while stepping away, shaking his head in disbelief just like Sawyer did moments prior.

“See you after the stroll” the senior wingleader says and steps to the side, revealing the dirt path leading through the vale. Let’s go into the dragon’s den.

The first dragons we pass after a few minutes are red ones, three of them. They’re incredible huge but nothing beats the black beast.

“I can’t see their tails” Tynan shouts from the front. Is he dumb? “Yeah, let’s go, scream into their faces. I am sure they’ll like that” I murmur sarcastically, loud enough for Ridoc to hear me. He snorts but doesn’t turn around.

“I need to figure out which one I am going to approach during Threshing” he shouts again. Amari, give him brain please.

“There is not a single reason why he should bond a dragon. He would get us all killed before he figures out how to get on top of one” Ridoc snaps. I try to surpass a laugh but don’t say anything against it, because he is right.

While Ridoc and Sawyer are talking about who they’d like to bond I let my gaze wander around, accidentally making eye contact with an orange one. Bowing my head, I turn away.

“What the hell?” Tynan, again. “What now fucker?” I hiss to myself.

Violet and Tynan are bickering in the front while everyone stares to the right. What-Oh.

At the end of the line is a tiny yellowish, no – golden, dragon. That must be the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. “Maybe it’s a mistake” I hear Sawyer say. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.”

Suddenly he lunges at Tynan, grabbing his collar while he hisses something in his face.

“What the fuck is going on up there” I ask Ridoc. “I think Tynan said something to Violet about her being weak and that she should bond the little dragon. Matching her weakness.” he whispers.

Oh gods, he really has no shame.

“Someone should kill it before it bonds” Tynan chokes out, not noticing the feathertail swinging it’s head into his direction. Is it glaring at him? Cute. “Someone should kill you for being disrespectful in front of dragon’s” I hiss at him.

We get back into formation and start walking again. Aaand … Luca is complaining again. Or more like insulting the dragons. And hasn't even been five minutes. Violet and her talk about folklore and about wyvern.

“You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Rhiannon asks with a dumbfounded face. Lucas face is beet red when I catch sight of her, obviously embarrassed.

“Don`t be ashamed of yourself Luca. That`s your parents’ job” I call in her direction, making her gasp, offended. The two boys in front of me can’t hold their laughter.

We are walking near a set of reds who kind of look annoyed. Shit, time to shut up if I want to live. One of them steps a foot forward and open its mouth.

“Fuck” I curse as fire streams through the air into Rhiannon’s direction. Ridoc gasps audibly. The scent of sulfur and … death fills the air as everyone holds their breath.

‘Please don’t be Rhiannon. Please don’t be Rhiannon’ I beg quietly in my mind.

The red one steps back to his prior place and I look to the side, hoping it wasn’t- “You okay, Rhi?” Violet calls forward. “Yes, but Pryor…” she answers with a shaking voice. Thank god, it wasn’t her who got incinerated.

“Oh my god, the smell” Luca complains again which makes Violet turn around furiously. “Do you even have a sense of decency?” she spits, not noticing the two greens stepping in her direction.

“Violet” Ridoc whispers horrified. The girl immediately turns around and comes face to face with the dragons. She bows her head, and I can see her lips moving, talking to them when they start sniffing her. Oh… The armor! Teines scales! I could kiss Mira right now.

They sniff some more while Violet still talks to them and then they are retreating. Before I can ask her if she is okay, I feel something … different.

It’s like a lingering presence at the entrance of my mind. I subtly let my eyes scan over the dragons and the path but can’t notice anything different. The presence still there.

When I make eye contact with the red one from before it looks interested. A loud grumble interrupts us, and I think I see its eyes widening for a second but that could be my mind playing tricks on me.

I didn’t even notice another squad member being torched, only when we are out of the vale I notice Luca missing. Sawyer confirms my suspicions.

“She got … incinerated.”

“Thank god, finally” I breathe out in relief but snort the next second and slap my hand over my mouth as my squad members (minus Tynan) break out in loud laughter. Garrick looks at me in disbelief, again.

I shrug. What a day.

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Hey! How are you doing? If requests are open and if you're comfortable, may I please have an Amagai x Reader make up sex scenario where when he was a total meanie he dumped her, but when he became nice again he was the sweet man she fell in love with, but she made him work for her trust back? If not, don't worry about it! It's not a life or death situation. Thanks!

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[5.5k] Pairing | Amagai Kohei x afab!reader Summary | kohei never realised how much he'd lost until she was gone, but fate has their paths (and tongues) crossing once again Warnings | 18+ smut, angst, exes to lovers, poor amagai writing as usual, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, petnames (baby, dollface), fingering, i think thats it? Authors Note |  hi nonnie! I'm doing alright! um...I'm so sorry this took so long, university got hectic and I lost time to write, thank you for being patient! Thank you for the request...7 months ago ToT I hope you enjoy it, I'm still getting back into the h&l swing!

Kohei Amagai stared at the words on the screen as he read them with a sunken solemn look in his eyes. Had he known what he knew now, he would take all his chances just to return to the day it happened and prevent it. People shouldn’t have such an empty feeling in their stomachs on their birthdays, especially their eighteenth. They should be out with their friends drinking until they’re stumbling home at silly hours of the morning, praying they don’t wake up with horrid neck cramps from heads hanging over toilet bowls. Yet he stared at the words with nothing but a dark bedroom with his once neat space littered with clothes on the floor and old photobooth photos strewn on his sheets.

You can no longer contact this number.

The first time he saw it, the day after she ended their relationship, six months ago, he scoffed. He laughed in disbelief and confidently told Ryo she’d return shortly. He took the short straw on that one. He turned his phone off, placing it face down on his nightstand and sat up, crossing his legs, and taking one of the photos between his fingers. He remembered vividly the moment it was taken. Last July, at the local festival. Her hair was down, and he’d spent hours the night before bleaching his roots. In the photo, she smiled from ear to ear, scrunching her nose at him and placing a kiss on her cheek. His thumb gently rubbed over the paper, a sombre smile seeping onto his lips at the memory of how many coins he'd spent that day on tokens for games and the sundae they shared by the duck pond. Such fond memories made with someone who yes, really deserved better.

Ryo Suzaki threw his head back over the back of the booth’s seats, waiting for Kohei to make his mind up on what he was going to order. A small part of him regretted letting his best friend invite him out for dinner, but at least it was at the comfort of a cheap restaurant instead of the overbearing fancy ones they used to go to. This one was smaller, cosy with dim lighting and a social buzz in the background. Wooden seating in the centre of the place with leather booths lining the walls, the ideal place to just hang out and forget the world. The waiter shortly arrived for the second time and took their order, Ryo was pleased Kohei was smiling this time and using his manners like a normal guy.

“Took you long enough.” He jested, leaning forward.

Kohei rolled his eyes playfully, “Okay, some of us are still getting used to all the options. Anyway, thanks for hanging out.”

“Anytime. Happy birthday.” They raised their beers and clinked them together, taking mouthfuls. Kohei abruptly stopped though, almost choking on his drink. Placing his glass on the table calmly, he tried to keep his eye contact, “Yo, you okay?”

“Uh, yeah!” Kohei nodded, “Just drank more liquid than I could swallow.” Ryo shrugged and began to tell a story about his family’s vacation from a few weeks ago. His voice fell upon deaf ears, Kohei’s vision blurring between his friend and the woman sitting giggling with her friends at the table diagonal to their booth. His chest tightened watching her smile glow, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen her smile like that, where her eyes crinkled in the corners. Perhaps she had never genuinely been happy at all with him, the smiles she gave him put on just to cope with his attitude. He wouldn’t know. She still dressed the same, always abiding by her sense of style. She wore her hair the same too. God, it struck him straight through the heart like lightning to a pole. She continued rightfully. He focused back on Ryo in front of him, dialling back into the part of the story where he ate soap thinking it was a sweet treat. Man did Kohei know that feeling well.

The second time Kohei faced his ghost was in the corner shop near his old high school, Senomon. LED ceiling lights had never stung his eyes more than they did in the dark, usually, the sky was still awake when he’d loiter around before, which was not regularly, Ryo used to do his bidding. Truth be told, he had no idea what he was really looking for, if he had scanned that snack shelf once, he’d scanned it a million times.

Lights whirring above his head, and the shallow chatter of other customers drowned out by his hyper-focused headspace. And there it lay, gummy snakes, her favourite. He bought so many of those a week in the past, small things bring the biggest satisfaction when it comes from someone you love. His head spun, lost in his maze of memories of what once was that he couldn’t hear the approaching footsteps and next to him, the owner’s presence going unnoticed however as Kohei stepped to the side, letting them have space. He watched the hand grab a bag of gummy snakes with vigour, no elegancy because who does that? If you’re hungry, you’re desperate to take what you love.

“I recommend gummy snakes. You’ve been staring them down like they’re gonna kill you.” The voice was a young woman’s, but it held no humour. He hummed, hoping she’d leave but he watched her feet remain stable on the linoleum.

“Feels like they are. They were an old friend’s favourite is all.” He murmured, taking a deep breath in.

“Must mean a lot if you’re locked in like that, huh?”

“Yeah, m’just wondering if they’re still her favourite.”

The silence between them lingered, Kohei grabbed himself a bag, turned on his heel and almost dropped that bag of gummies. His stomach dropped, heart thudding like a brick just struck him. He blinked, opening his mouth to speak but he lost his words.

“They are. And I’m surprised you still cared, honestly.” Y/n looked him up and down and found some sort of satisfaction in seeing that he hadn’t touched up his roots for a while and donned sweatpants. Kohei dropped his head, shaking it slightly before giving her a polite smile. Even under the store lights, her eyes still glistened to him.

“Yeah, I deserved that, but yeah I do.”

She paused, checking the time on her phone. “Are you free right now?"

He swirled his drink with his straw, avoiding her eyes and taking frantic glances at everything around him but her figure, although deemed difficult as they sat at a table for two in the corner of the packed bar, a slight social buzz filling the void between the two. He hadn’t thought the offer through, agreeing too desperately to consider what he would even say to her or if he really had anything to say at all. But the thought that circled his mind relentlessly sat in front of him. Why y/n, the girl he crushed to pieces, abandoned, and neglected months ago, wanted to talk to a shitbag like himself. He bit the inside of his cheek, staring into the rum and coke in front of him. When they stepped into the establishment, Kohei was more than happy to pull his card out and open a tab, not like he used to though. Not to show that he had money and could do whatever he wanted but to pay out of the kindest of his heart. However, he expected her to decline. When she paid instead it punched him in the gut that unlike him, y/n’s world wasn’t about wealth, buying drinks for others was a treat, or maybe she was trying to pull her own power move on him. He deserved that.

“Kohei?” she said softly, sipping her own drink. He sheepishly looked up, almost carefully. For a guy who used to ensure his presence was known, the way his shoulders hunched and did not let a peep out his mouth was like she was looking at a completely different person. Meeting her gaze, his lips pulled into a small smile, dropping the straw, and sitting straight. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered unbearably, he balled his fists slightly in the hope of saving himself the embarrassment of revealing his clammy hands. Even under the soft orange glow of the lap above them, his eyes softened at how her skin glowed, the light hitting all her features perfectly.

“Sorry,” he licked his lips, “how are you? How was graduation?”

Her shoulders relaxed tremendously. The Amagai brat, remembered her graduation date? But why? Once upon a time he didn’t give two shits about how her life was going, didn’t offer to take her to prom or anything. Now he sat across from her, hair messy and in his sleep clothes, asking about her, “I’m good. Graduation was amazing too, surreal though. All those years and I feel like I haven’t learnt anything important. I’m still waiting for my universities to get back to me. Feels so weird not being in school though, like, what am I supposed to do now? So far, I’ve done sleep and look for part-time jobs.”

Kohei smiled with his eyes. Her voice soothed his ears and blocked the whole world out like it was just the two of them again. He sipped his drink as she explained, having no intention of interrupting the moment that felt like a breeze of fresh air flowing through his hair. Oh, how she hadn’t changed. He loved that. Not because it reminded him of what once was, but because she didn’t feel the need to change for anyone despite it all. She wasn’t the problem, after all.

The moment fell quiet, her voice fading and attention diverting to the way his brown eyes had a refreshing shine to them.

“That’s amazing, I’m glad it went well,” his voice was quiet, but the twitch in her smile spoke too many words of discomfort at his change in demeanour. He had listened entirely. “I’m sure you’ll get into your universities, you’re pretty clever and passionate about what you enjoy. Also, that new café in town is hiring, if you’re interested.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, grip on her glass loosening and she blinked three times at him. He stared back, mimicking her almost with a thumping heart. They stared at each other like that for a few seconds before y/n opened her mouth to speak, but her words never made it out coherently, just ‘uh’, ‘i-‘, ‘huh’ tumbling out. Kohei cringed internally at the sweat trickling down his back.

“Uh- thanks,” she choked out at last, cheeks feeling flushed, “why do you remember these things? The gummy snakes, graduation? Kohei what happened?”

He let out a shaky breath, “Why would I forget? And if you really wanna know, I got my ass handed to me in a pretty big, and stupid, fight. You were very much right, I didn’t stand a chance at taking over SWORD, and after that, I took time to reflect, I guess. I’ve doing my best; Ryo’s been helping knock sense into me too.”

“How long will this last?” she mumbled, pursing her lips. She had every right to not believe him, he knew that. But hearing it for real tugged his heartstrings in a way he’d never felt before.

“Forever. I’m really trying. Who I was, he was insufferable, and I hate that it took me so long to realise it. I was awful to you, and I regret it so fucking much,” he looked her straight in the eyes, his voice breaking slightly, “Sorry isn’t enough, I know. But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry, y/n. I wanted to say that sooner, but I also knew you probably didn’t want me around anymore, at all and I wanted you to be happy. You deserve way more and I’m so confused on why you even wanted to talk to me again after how I treated you like shit.”  

Kohei’s eyes glossed over, his lip quivering and his hands gripped his glass until his knuckles turned white. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his heartbeat that pounded in his throat.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” he croaked.

“Like you’re in love with me.” she sighed, but Kohei just screwed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face, elbows perched on the table and hiding in his palms, “No, God no Kohei. Don’t do this.” Y/n shook her head gently, her own eyes struggling to hold back tears as she watched the boy in front of her do his best to hide, but his trembling shoulders gave himself away. When he cried, he cried with his body. Taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes with a napkin, she gently pried his hands away from his face, holding them in her own. Of course, he let her, and his gaze sat on the table while his eyes burned sore.

“Kohei, just tell me one thing,” she ran a finger under his chin, titling his head to face her own. He was still a crier deep down. His adolescence was spent throwing temper tantrums when he didn’t get his way overrode the childhood of crying before puberty jumped him. “did I mean anything to you?”

Another channel of tears streamed from his eyes, but he didn’t blink. He watched her gaze soften but not with pity. With the hand that held hers, he held it tight and sniffed.

“You mean the world to me.”

“If I give you another chance, will you promise me you’ll make it worthwhile?”

He dropped his head, breathing shuddering once again, “Not if you’re doing it out of pity. I don’t want you to do that.”

“Ko, as much as I never admit it to anyone, I feel your absence everywhere. Fuck, I still have our photos.” She raised her voice, hand taking his cheek roughly and forcing him to look her straight in the eye, a kind of desperation in her tone. His tears dried, and he pursed his lips, nodding. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

By the time they had left the bar, the world had fallen into its slumber. The evening skies slipped into rest and the streetlamps illuminated the pavements in the dark, with no silence just the bugs singing their songs and the occasional distant car engine rumbling. The two of them, eyes dried and heartbeats calmed, slowly strolled through her neighbourhood in a much-needed session of reminiscing about the good times they had. Like the day they met outside her school. Both sixteen and stubborn, y/n rushed out her school gates with a face of thunder and Kohei waited for his driver to pick him up. What they weren’t expecting that day was y/n to grip his collar and yank him to her level, demanding him to follow her lead and act as her boyfriend. While Kohei almost scoffed and swatted her away, the desperation that flared in her eyes and the yelling of another guy chasing her – for some reason he never figured out – changed his arrogant mind. And that day changed the whole destiny of their relationship.

Walking down that street felt surreal. Past the house that once was going through renovations, past her flower-obsessed neighbour who had completely planted a whole new set of tulips, the battered bus stop had been refurbished but most of all the entire situation itself was familiar and quite frankly, pained him.

It may not have been much of a deal to her, but his eyes landed on the ‘for sale’ sign outside the elderly couple that lived close to y/n. That brought the reality of how long it had been came crashing on him. Like a breezeblock on his chest. Once upon a time, he spent afternoons helping Mr Osaki mow his lawn, while y/n aided Mrs Osaki with baking for her grandkids. He wondered when they had passed.

“I meant what I said earlier,” her voice woke him up from his trance, and his head snapped around to her, but she stared straight ahead, her home in sight, “I wanna give you another chance. But I want you to prove that you’ve changed. I know it’s stupid after what you did, but I’m not ready to give up on you.”

Dogs barked from the passing houses, the pavement becoming familiar, the same scuff on her neighbour’s wall where he dragged his key along it after they got into their first argument. He’d always remember that one, it was petty. Literally an argument over cleaning wounds, in which he was too proud to admit that he needed her help. He did, very much so that night.

They stopped in front of her front door, the porchlight providing a dim glow. Y/n turned to face him, standing face to face he watched her chew her bottom lip, not really looking at his eyes but jumping around and avoiding his. He stuck his hands into his sweatpants pockets, rolling on his heels as they stood in a silence that dragged, mouths faltering to speak but biting back words.

“Thanks for uh…walking me home.” She sheepishly smiled, gesturing her front door awkwardly. He chuckled.

“Y-yeah, no problem,” his legs stiffened, feet concrete to the ground and swallowing hard. Her eyes, doe-like peering up at him and glimmering under the lamp above. His ears went warm, his mind plummeting into forbidden thoughts at how soft her lips appeared when stood as close as they were. If he leaned down ever so slightly, he was sure their lips would meet. His eyes flickered to hers, then down to her lips as he licked his, “It was nice to see you again.”

She nodded, the way their eyes locked sent shivers down her spine, and the butterflies caged in Kohei’s stomach had finally been released and fluttered violently. An awful rendition of Romeo and Juliet on a Wednesday night, he hadn’t considered her parents. Or her sibling. If his feet didn’t budge like his mind was screaming for them to, his actions could just be the end of him for good. End of their communication, never to see each other even in the streets again. But she was no better for she found the remorse in his face, and how it seemed to soften when he looked at her now, not like he had before they parted, but the same look he gave when they first met. Like she was the most beautiful and fascinating person he’d ever seen. Like seeing a rainbow for the first time, rare and you’re not really sure if you’ll see one again so you cherish the divine for as long as possible before it fades.

Leaning down closer, he parted his lips slightly, watching y/n stand on her toes, her fingers taking the fabric at the bottom of his t-shirt between them to pull him down as she closed in. If they had known their hearts pulsed heavily in a synchronised rhythm, maybe they would’ve met with rightful desperation. Their breaths hot against cool skin, lips ghosting and burnt-out fires inside them sparking for reignition. They were almost there again, almost burning as one and for once in a long time, agreeing on something intimate.

But the cost. The cost of it. The aftermath. If he kissed her now, what would be of them next? He couldn’t do that to her, be utterly smitten over a girl whose judgement wasn’t clear. Like coercing her back to him because for one night he showed a new, better side to him. Kohei’s breathing rattled when y/n’s lip ever so slightly touched his. His fists clenched, clammy from being shoved in his pockets, the magnetic pull between the opposite sides overbearing, exciting, their foreheads pressed together. Y/n’s limbs tingled, becoming lighter the closer she got to him, the final stretch. So close, noses brushing, lips parting, tensions finally dissolving.

Until he pulled away with a shaking breath, his eyebrows knitted and forehead dropping into her shoulder. His arms instead found solace around her, holding her close to his chest, his thundering heart suddenly becoming present. Y/n’s eyes widened, fingers gripping his t-shirt. She was almost there, almost able to fulfil the heat flushing her body and satisfy the voice in her head that told her to shoot her shot again. Why pull back when he was so close? Didn’t he like winning? Wasn’t that his whole thing, having everything to himself?

“No, we can’t- we can’t do this.” He mumbled into her neck, hand finding the small of her back and resting like it belonged there, his other hand on the back of her head. He couldn’t look at her, not while his stomach tumbled, and heart jumped between emotions. “I can’t kiss you to make things better. I was so shit to you and telling you that I’m still in love with you is so fucking selfish and I’m so sorry. You deserve someone worth your time, but not me. Don’t do anything because you feel bad, please, I’m not gonna be angry, y/n.”

Her face dulled when the grip around her fell weak, his voice raspy and muffled but she heard him loud and clear. Wiggling his draped body off hers, hands firmly on his chest but letting his arms stay where they were, she took his face between her palms.

“Would you shut up and kiss me?” She sighed, pulling their lips together. The kiss was rough, desperate but saccharine and needed. Kohei’s thumbs rubbed small circles on her hips, a small, unexpected groan slipping from his throat with the way they devoured each other.

One dangerous kiss had them tumbling backwards through her door, through her hallway and eventually into her bedroom, standing in the middle of it as if nothing mattered. Hands grabbed at his t-shirt, tugging it, and disconnecting the kiss for him to throw it over his head, just to dive immediately back to taste her again. He licked her bottom lip, giving her ass a squeezing and the gasp she released allowed his tongue to dart into her mouth, tongues lapping and relishing in the heat flushing through their bodies and to their cores. His sweatpants grew tight, her pelvis grinding against his, setting off a predatory instinct inside him. He pulled away quickly, showering her neck with wet kisses while they clumsily tore the rest of their clothes off, scattering them around the room until his mind zoned back into the moment where y/n’s hands were tugging his hair and pulling him towards her bed.

Her back hit the mattress, Kohei’s body hovering over her as they crawled to the other end, y/n’s head lay comfortably on her pillows as his lips traced down her column and sternum, one knee bumping her cunt. Her fingers carded through his hair, chest heavy and panting as little mewls slipped off her tongue when he groped and toyed with her tits, laying sweet kisses over the flesh.

“Ko.” She whined, throwing her head back instinctively at the way his fingers dragged down to her clit, sliding through her sopping folds, and rubbing firm circles just like she’d taught him.

He placed a kiss on her jawline, “Use your words, dollface. Gotta tell me what you want.” His voice was low and raspy, lips leaving fleeting pecks along her jaw until their foreheads met, hot and heavy breaths huffing and intertwining.

“I want you-“ she moaned, Kohei’s finger slipping into her pussy, slowing pumping in languid motions, “-inside.” A second finger entered, her eyes screwing shut as the expansion of her brim, clit throbbing and crying for electrifying stimulation. He curled them, y/n bucking her hips in a rhythm that matched his, throaty whimpers leaving her lips as her stomach coiled. She dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex when he repositioned his other arm to rest beside her head.

“Doin’ s’well, that’s it.” His fingers pumped faster, y/n’s eyes fluttering open as the coil in her stomach became loose, spilling on his fingers and down her thighs and a moan drew from her chest. Pulling his hand away, Kohei took his fingers between his lips, licking her cum clean with a sultry gaze and groan, eyes basking in the way the panting in her chest slowed as she caught her breath again.

“Ko,” she huffed, “lemme ride you. Wanna ride your cock.”

“Anything you want, baby, c’mere.” He smirked, mouth reconnecting with hers for a heavy kiss, one that almost ached but the way their tongues tried to dominate each other was too addicting to pull back. Kohei took her by the hips and rolled them over, his back meeting the warmth her body generated and y/n’s legs now straddling him. When they did pull back to breathe again, she sat up, eyes peering down as if she were the most powerful being to exist in his universe. A goddess. Looking down on him like that uncloaked a new type of confidence in her like she was finally able to overpower him in an area he lacked.

“Don’t go quiet on me, I know how loud you can be.” Honey lacing her voice, dripping down his senses and almost making him choke on his spit. Grinding her hips along his crotch, she let the concoction of her arousal and cum slide along his dick, spitting in her palm before taking his cock in her hand and giving it a couple of strokes. With a feathery touch, she swirled her thumb over his tip, listening to the quivering of his breath and grunting strain. With a half-lidded look, she lined her cunt up with his cock, breath hitching when the tip kissed her entrance and slowly sinking down, her walls happily embracing him like a long-lost lover.

Kohei’s hands caressed her thighs, drawing little patterns on her soft skin, and fanning out to grab them, kneading when he bottomed out. He bit his lip, exhaling deeply and groaning out.

“You’re so pretty from this angle, so fuckin’ tight f’me too.” He meant every bit of the sentence, like watching his guardian angel descend to save him, suck him dry of his sins. Eyelashes batting down at him, tits perfect in his eye line and pussy on display for him to watch ride him dry. His chest warmed when her hands lay flat on it, hips rolling while he lazily guided her, the little hums of satisfaction rumbling from her, knowing her clit was hitting the right spot while his cock delved into her further, hunting the sweet spot. “Lovin’ how you still fit me, baby.”

The tension in the room deemed thick, almost stuffy but dissolved when she pushed up, placing her hands on his stomach and bouncing on his cock with a hasty rhythm at first, until she found her momentum and switched onto an auto-pilot-like zone.

“Oh shit! Feels so good.” She grinned, nirvana washing over her. He just seemed to always fit her perfectly.

Kohei groaned at her pussy squeezing around him, a pleasant euphoria in his veins watching her jaw slack and attempt to stay composed around his thickness.

“Taking my cock so well, baby.” He chuckled, his lips twitching into a smirk while her thighs worked. Y/n’s head felt muzzy, pleasure shooting through her and sending her dumbstruck and the way his cock hit her cervix. Kohei rutted his hips to match her pace, devouring the view of her body and watching the way it moved so gracefully despite becoming drenched in sweat the more they slammed into each other. It was when she started clenching, did he groan aloud, throaty, and whiny, dropping his façade.

“Jesus fuck-,” he panted, the pit of his stomach tightening, “Need you, y/n. God let me cum.”

His hands bruised her hips, barely letting her do the work herself but she pushed the burning feeling aside and moved his hands to her waist. He needed her. Just her in that moment. Just her to let him cum.

“Fuck me,” demanding, in control, he was wrapped around her finger, “Say that again.”

His core pulled tight, excruciating that he had to wait to release, “Let me cum, y/n! Please, baby.” He bucked faster, desperation fuelling his muscles and feeling them flex and tighten seeing her smaller frame on top of him, jolt and wail out every time his cock kissed her cervix. Up until now, y/n hadn’t realised how close she was, completely too cock drunk to notice how hot her lower stomach felt and how badly she wanted to be stuffed full. She glanced down at Kohei. Such a strong, bratty character withering underneath her while nestled in her pussy, such a slut for her walls of all things. Hair stuck to his forehead, eyebrows knitted, chest vibrating from the little grunts every time he fucked her to get her to finish.

“Cumming, Ko-“ she moaned out, throwing her head back and letting herself loose. Fully sated, he relaxed, practically dropping his body back into the mattress, thick ropes of cum spilling into and out her cunt. Her body draped onto his, burying her face into his shoulder and matching his panting. Kohei placed a chaste kiss to her temple, giving her back gentle rubs.

“You did s’well, baby, so fucking well. So fucking sexy.”

“You were a good boy too, felt s’good.” She mumbled into his skin, barely audible but the sweet kiss she left reassured him enough. They lay there for what felt like hours, but was only ten minutes, just enjoying each other’s company and listening to their heartbeats fall into a synchronised lullaby.

“C’mon, pretty. Let’s clean up.” He mumbled softly, giving her back two taps and sitting them both up. He pulled out of her, the view of their messes glistening somehow feeling romantic in a way. Y/n rolled onto her back, limbs going limp as she lay facing the ceiling, her sheets becoming more inviting than ever, possibly due to the aching in her legs. Meanwhile, Kohei located his boxers, scooped them up and headed into her en-suite, cleaned himself and slid his underwear back on. He returned with a damp cloth and handled her like she was glass, ensuring his touch was tender before leaving to wash it.

Closing the bathroom door quietly and switching its light off, he turned to find y/n cosied under her sheets wearing his t-shirt and her panties. He wished he’d see the sight every night, as part of a routine in his life. But how life could be unfair. He slipped in next to her, surprised when she tucked her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his torso. Either way, his arms found serenity around her torso, a smile gracing his lips when she hoisted her leg over his hips. The comfiest position in the world, he had to agree.

“I can leave if you don’t want your family catching us.” The words weren’t supposed to come out as gloomy as they did, he just didn’t want to mess things up again.

“I never told them what you did. It’s okay. Besides, if they were home, I wouldn’t have hauled you inside.” She giggled, like a refreshing song in the summer. He blinked three times, opening his mouth but closing it again. “For all they know, we just took a break for studies. It’s not their business, Kohei. As shit as you were, I can handle myself.”

“So, hypothetically, if they did see me again, they wouldn’t jump me?”

“Nah, they’d probably assume we just found each other again and figured it out.” She didn’t lie, he knew her family didn’t really care about what she did. She was the child they didn’t have to worry about. The eldest who could survive the wild.

They fell back into a comfortable silence, listening to the cars outside and skin tingling at fingertips tracing along bodies. He exhaled, his hold around her tightening and snuggling into her, closing his eyes, and relishing in the moment he did have his everything back in his world.

After working up his courage, he spoke out with confidence, “I swear I’ll do things differently this time.”

She froze and stared blankly at the ceiling, processing his confession of lingering feelings that made her heart swell and skip. Slipping from his arms slightly, she propped herself up onto her arm and met his puppy eyes, lips begging to kiss him all over again. With their noses almost touching, she pursed her lips.

“Start over,” her voice just above a whisper, “Let’s start over. We’ll go on dates, and you can show me that you’ve changed and that you love me. If we can do that, then you can call me your girlfriend all over again, all the time.”

His gaze softened, eyes glossy and he nodded. His hand met the nape of her neck, pulling their lips together into a loving kiss, warm and sweet. Just two flames re-lighting and burning together once again, in the dark of night calling the past the past and heading onto a new future.

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South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Confessing To You

Stan

I think that if he liked someone, he’d want to confess pretty early on

But it’d take him a long time to actually work up the courage

His friends constantly encourage him to go for it, and he really does want to, but that anxious nausea in his stomach makes him blurt excuses instead

But eventually he decides that he can’t hold it in any longer

He’d want to do it in person so badly

He bought chocolates and everything

He invited you to meet him at the pond after school

You waved when you spotted him, and jogged over with a smile on your face

You thought you saw him smile back, but as you got closer it didn’t look quite right

You ask if everything’s okay

He opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly claps his hand over it and runs away

The chocolates he was hiding behind his back drop to the snow

Confused, you pick up the box and watch him disappear down the path

He texts you later:

Hey. Sorry I ran away like that. Super lame, I know. I was trying to tell you how much I like you but I got sick so I ran. But I really do like you, Y/n

Kenny

I don’t think he’d feel the need to tell his crush how he feels explicitly

Instead he’d be satisfied flirting with you

Your reactions are all he needs (for a while)

But eventually he wants more

That’s when he decides to confess

He figures it’d be pretty obvious by then, so he doesn’t plan anything too special

But he does need to make sure you know he’s serious

Plus he knows you deserve something nice and romantic :)

So he buys you something; it takes him a long time to save up, but he finally manages to buy a little bracelet

Nothing expensive, but it’s still cute

He would have known you for a while by then, so of course it has your favorite colors

He puts it in a nice box and drops it on your desk one day

He gives his usual childish grin, but you can see something genuine in his eyes this time

“Hello beautiful. I know I flirt with you all the time and it’s funny or whatever, but I actually do like you. A lot.”

Kyle

He might confess early on, he might take a while

I think it depends on your personality

If you show any interest in him, he’ll be more inclined to tell you how he feels earlier

But if you’re closed off and cold, it’d take longer

He just wants to make sure he won’t make a fool of himself

He’d have to spend a lot of time with you, enough time that you’ve warmed up to each other at least a little

Once he’s decided that it’s worth a shot, he’ll go for it

He tries to think of something romantic

Unfortunately he doesn’t have too great of a sense of what’s romantic

He ends up inviting you to the museum

It would’ve been nicer if he wasn’t completely silent the whole time

By the time it’s over you’re more than ready to go home, but Kyle stops you right as you’re walking away

“Y/n! Wait. Please. I’m sorry… this, uh, it was more romantic in my head. I did this because I wanted to tell you that I like you. Like, romantically.”

Cartman

He had no intention of confessing to you

He’s a pretty prideful guy; no way he’s admitting feeling something mushy like love

Eventually he might’ve formulated an excuse to reveal his feelings that didn’t make him seem vulnerable, but his actual “confession” ended up being accidental

Before class started one day, he was debating with some other kids over who the hottest person in school was

He was valiantly defending your place as the second hottest (behind himself, of course)

He ended up going a bit overboard, spilling all his feelings about you

Gushing about your looks, your personality, the way you walked… he was weirdly thorough

And guess who happened to walk in just as he began this little rant?

You stood behind him, dumbstruck

His opponents in the debate smirked when they saw you

Cartman eventually snapped out of his thoughts and noticed their faces

At first he was confused

“What’s with you guys? …they’re right behind me, aren’t they.”

He just slumped over defeatedly

Butters

He’s very upfront about his feelings

If he liked you, he’d tell you as soon as he realized it himself

He doesn’t see the point in waiting

He found himself staring at you across the classroom one day

He realized this wasn’t the first time he caught himself doing this, so he asked himself why

He decided that it was because you were attractive

His heart fluttered as he made the connection; he had a crush on you!

He was practically vibrating in his seat for the remainder of the class

He was way too excited at this realization, and he figured you would be too!

Right after class, he bounced out of his seat and ran over to you

He grabbed your hand eagerly, absolutely beaming while he exclaimed:

“Y/n!! I think you’re really pretty and awesome! I have a crush on you!”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed :) take care duckies <33

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

I vaguely remember you mentioning something once about Color potentially getting kidnapped because he's too nice and honestly that idea has been living in my head rent free. How do you think everyone (Delta, Killer, Epic) would react?

(Also for the record I honestly think that at LEAST one of them would be absolutely willing to commit multiple crimes and/or murder to get Color back)

Tbh I think all of them would seriously consider murder and crimes to get him back. Especially Delta, Beta, and Killer.

Absolutely Killer. The man would absolutely decimate anyone who harms or is a threat to the very few things or people he cares about—Color is right up there.

But I think it’s Epic that actually attempts to convince them not to. Color would not like it if Killer was allowed let alone encouraged to risk his future, freedom, and recovery. Least of all for him, over some thugs who don’t deserve to suffer the wrath Killer would bring down on them. Killer’s therapist wouldn’t like it either.

Plans to attempt to go in unseen, get Color, and get out without encountering or harming anyone may not work simply because Killer wants to kill them. All of them.

Killer is immediately jumping to the worst case scenarios of what could be happening to Color, and he will stop them from hurting him or having fun with him. Color is too important to his stability, and he knows it, and will make sure Color isn’t used against him. He will figure out who did it, why they did, how they did it—and he will prevent it from repeating.

But ultimately Color is Killer’s main focus. He’ll be heading straight for him—and Killer will not care about his future, or his recovery, or anything of the sort if someone gets in his way and tries to stop him. They’re dying. Immediately.

So while Killer tries to get to Color as soon as they get there, I think Epic and Delta would be more focused on making sure a path is always clear for him. Heading off approaching enemies before they can engage Killer, knocking them out and pulling their bodies out of Killer’s path.

They do not want Killer doing something as brutal tearing off limbs or punching through bodies to crush hearts or souls like they’ve seen him do in STAGE 4. He does it all with terrifying, cold efficiency and steps over the bodies to find the next one.

So another goal would be attempting to keep Killer stable and firmly in STAGE 2. He would have a panic attack in STAGE 1 about his “failures” to protect Color—and then it’ll snowball into all his failures to protect anyone and the things in his head will seize the opportunity to only encourage those thoughts. And falling too deep into the past is just asking for STAGE 4.

But when Killer is in STAGE 2, he’s calm. He’s detached and efficient when he has a task. He doesn’t panic or care about mangled bodies and doesn’t slip on blood. His killing doesn’t waste time, a knife across the throat or straight through the soul and he’s moving on. He’s usually making quips and jokes, would gladly engage Delta and Epic on it, but I think this type of thing is where he’s just Determined to finish his goal. To find and save Color, to patch him and have him right back at his side where he can keep him safe.

Thankfully for Epic and Delta, Killer is good at compartmentalization. The man has endured and handle quite a lot of shit, this is just one in the bucket of shit. (Is what he tries to convince himself. Because he doesn’t want to think about what would happen if color would die. Color is strong and can handle himself, and death is merely an inconvenience.)

So I think, in the moment of “get Color back”, Killer would appear to be the one who has it the most together. Because he’s dissociating and detaching from anything that’ll hinder him—and once Color is back, if he had his way, they’ll never talk about it again. (Color will encourage him to let it out, reassure him that everyone is safe and it’s okay to feel what he needs to feel now.)

The one who’ll actually have it the most together would be Epic I think, and his joking and nonchalant attitude would actually keep Delta and Killer calm, too. I think Epic is actually the oldest of the Epic Sanses, and this is where it’ll show.

After Color is okay, though, where Epic can see him and hear him and touch him even, I think Epic would attempt to avoid sleeping for awhile. He doesn’t want to see anything in his nightmares. (Being vulnerable and open seems to be a hard thing for Epic, especially since the guys nonchalant about most things. I think he’ll seek comfort trying to go back to normalcy.)

Delta will attempt to hide his fear and worry, because look! Killer and Epic aren’t worried. But Killer so casually describes awful things that could happen to Color, things that have obviously been done to Killer and he’s saying them so matter of factly, that Delta wants to cry.

Today has brought to light just how awful Delta is as a protector—is what he believes. He’ll try to ignore his feelings of inadequacy and self doubt by focusing on Beta, since that seems to be the only person who he can help, only he seems to be failing at that too, because of course Beta doesn’t want to “stay inside” while the adults save Color. Of course they don’t want to talk to Delta after the fact because he did it anyway!

He was trying to protect them, but it made it worse. I think he’ll attempt to just stay out of everyone’s way—because he can’t help or protect anyone. He’ll focus on spending time on what can protect the people he loves—his gadgets.

Killer would put all the focus on Color and ignore anyone else. Including himself. He’ll swing back into that overprotective-ness and attempt to do everything and anything for Color. He avoids sleep, stays near color’s room (which is basically Killer’s room too already), convinces Cross to help him. Killer doesn’t want anyone coming back for Color, revenge, and even if he may not admit it or realize it himself—anyone else in their little nest.

He doesn’t eat or sleep or do anything that’ll take his focus away from Color unless Cross is there to take over. He attempts to feed, bathe, and cloth Color himself—which Color obviously protests against.

Stage 2 is doing it all with logical efficiency, and he doesn’t understand why Color is so upset about being back where he’s safe. Why he seems so upset with Killer. He didn’t kill anyone even when he wanted to. He did good. (He doesn’t realize that Color needs emotional comfort and help that he currently isn’t capable of giving his friend. He doesn’t see or feel the pain that he himself is in that Color can see.)

He avoids slipping into Stage 1 now that’s he in 2. He doesn’t want to be “weak,” he doesn’t want to be lazy. He won’t let anyone take Color when he’s here—like he did as his stage 1 self. I think this will bring up any fears he has about actually trying to go back into being Sans—that he can’t do what needs to be done. That guilt and morals willl hinder him, prevent him from killing those that need to die. (Of course, actually going back to being the Sans he was is impossible. But now he’s running from anything to do with Sans yet again—running from the past.)

The only ones who’ll probably be somewhat stable after would be Cross and Color, probably. And because Cross isn’t the one trying to pretend everything is fine, avoiding him, or hovering all over him—I think Cross would probably be the one Color goes to for some peace and quiet for now. An opportunity for them to get closer.

I can see a scene where Cross is training in the gym late at night, trying to stay fit and ready and keep his mind off everything, when he suddenly notices that Color—exhausted, still healing from his injuries—is had been watching him silently. And Cross is surprised to see that Killer isn’t nearby, but he doesn’t ask or attempt to send Color back to bed—just goes back training.

Everyone knows Color doesn’t like being stuck in one place, and Cross can only get imagine how trapped and caged Color had been feeling lately, so he just nods in acknowledgment at Color and goes back to punching a punching bag.

There will eventually come a time where, possibly with encouragement from a therapist, Color and Cross herd everyone together into the living room and they all sit down and discuss this—no matter how Killer doesn’t think it’s important (everyone’s safe, stop worrying, focus on the future and making sure this never happens again), how Epic is trying to brush it off (everyone’s been through worse, everyone is safe, Epic’s seen and been through a lot more than this, he shouldn’t be making such a big deal out of it), and how Delta wants to focus on his work. (He can’t be strong like them but his creations can. He wants to keep them all safe and happy and the creations can do what he can’t. ((It’s not all on him to protect everyone, his friends can protect themselves, he already knows this.)).

And Beta. Beta has been feeling looked down on and unheard. They may be a kid but that doesn’t mean the adults get to take their choices away from them. (It is okay for Beta to talk about their feelings instead of shutting down and ignoring it. And they are allowed to be hurt that Delta did what he did even if he was only trying to protect them, and a mistake doesn’t mean that Delta has failed them. Has failed any of them.)

(I can also see a scene where Killer instinctively attempts to discourage Color from being so kind in an attempt to protect him—by parroting everything Chara ever taught him. And Color tries to be understanding, that this is how Killer is trying to keep him safe and that Killer is obviously terrified of losing Color even if Killer isn’t aware of it, but..it’s aggravating. Color’s integrity demands that he not change himself for anything or anyone, that he stay true to himself and his beliefs and his morals.

And Color has to remind Killer that those beliefs he’s currently parroting at him is never what Color has ever believed. Remind Killer that he always knew that about Color, remind Killer that this what he respects about Color. That this is why he trusts Color, why he chose Color over Nightmare. That Color being who he is, is exactly how he got through to Killer and was able to see who Killer was beneath his act.

Color will not comprise himself to make Killer feel comfortable. And Killer knows that.)

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

here’s the resolution to steve’s angsty struggles, in which he finds a path to the future by remembering kindness from his past. enjoy.

(for some reason it’s not letting me link the first two parts but if you check the “losty can actually write” tag at the bottom you’ll find them if you want them!)

They’re all so kind to him; much nicer than Steve thinks he deserves.

He apologizes profoundly to El as soon as he steps back inside. She accepts, hugging him and giving him a shy kiss on the cheek, telling him she “never likes hitting, not ever” but she knows he only did it because he thought he had to protect her, and she loves him for wanting to keep her safe. Then Mike hugs him, too, which is huge because he never hugs anybody anymore, and Mike actually thanks him for being willing to stand up for him and fight on his behalf. A few tears escape at that, but Steve wipes them hastily away and if Mike notices he doesn’t let on. Robin wheedles a bag of ice from the bartender and holds it against his swollen knuckles, teasing him about being a ruffian who starts bar fights at the same time as she’s cuddling into his side and comfortingly stroking his hair. He truly has the best friends in the world.

The Corroded Coffin guys treat him like friends, too, despite what a douchebag he’s been to them, and he wonders briefly if Eddie told them to be nice or if they just are nice and he never noticed before because he wasn’t. He knows their names now. Jeff plays guitar and sometimes keyboard, and has a loud delightful laugh and a clever sense of humor. Grant, the bassist, sings harmony like an angel and is apparently a trivia nut; he invites Steve to join his pub quiz team. And Gareth, who shakes Steve’s hand and waves away his apologies. Gareth, whose red plaid flannel is absolutely ruined with bloodstains, who still manages to smile despite his bruised face as he tells Steve he’s glad to know Janie has such great loyal friends looking out for her. Steve hands over his father’s contact card, in case Gareth’s family wants to pursue litigation against him, to which the younger boy shrugs and replies, “What would they wanna do that for?”

Much kinder than Steve deserves.

He’s the last one to leave the club, after apologizing to everyone all over again, and by the time Steve gets back to his huge empty house it isn’t empty after all because Robin and Dustin are there waiting for him. Eddie arrives a few minutes later with two big cartons of ice cream— “is he a middle aged woman who just got dumped?” Robin teases, even as she’s digging into the rocky road— and between the three of them they fill Steve’s normally desolate and lonely house with light and noise and laughter. The four of them squeeze onto one small loveseat together, eating rocky road straight from the container, warm and cozy and comfortable, and Steve feels as if there had been a layer of sharp thick ice around his heart that he hadn’t even noticed until now when it was finally thawing. He leans against Eddie, heaving a deep, gusty sigh, and Eddie unexpectedly kisses the top of his head.

“You wanna talk about it, Stevie?” His voice is filled with quiet concern.

But he doesn’t, not yet; he’s thinking of something else entirely, a long-buried memory somehow unearthed by the closeness or the nickname or the scent of Eddie’s hair. “Remember when we were little kids,” he says dreamily, “and uncle Wayne used to pick us up after school every day?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah, I remember, but I didn’t think you did.”

“I didn’t, until just now. I made myself forget a lot of things. But now I remember.” He rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “I think it’s because you don’t smell like cigarettes anymore. Now you smell the same as you did when you were a kid.”

“Wait. Hang on,” Dustin splutters. “You guys were friends when you were kids and we’re only just finding this out now?”

“What happened?” demands Robin. “Back in ‘86 I didn’t think you guys even knew each other! Why’d you stop being friends?”

Eddie scoops up a large spoonful of ice cream. “I dunno, people change, life gets in the way,” he says vaguely through his mouthful. “Plus we weren’t in the same grade or anything.”

He’s giving Steve an out, but Steve doesn’t take it. “And I ditched you in sixth grade when Tommy moved to town,” he frankly admits, “because I wanted to be part of the cool crowd, and Tommy said I was a shoo-in if I’d just get rid of you.”

Dustin’s mouth drops open. “Really?”

Eddie shrugs apathetically. “Shit happens. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Steve insists. “Even back then I was a people pleaser, when I should’ve been trying to be more like you instead of them. You knew who you were and stayed true to yourself. I just… became whatever everyone else wanted, even if it was bad, because apparently I didn’t mind being a jerk as long as I had a group of popular kids telling me I was cool.”

“My mind is completely blown,” Robin says, “and we’re gonna need to revisit this topic in a few minutes because I’m dying to hear all about the adventures of Tiny Eddie and Baby Stevie, but first can I just say that you are never allowed to go off and spend weeks traveling with just your parents ever again? Because honestly, Steve, you’re a mess right now. They’ve totally done a number on you.”

“Seriously,” Dustin agrees. “I’ve never seen you like this before. I knew your parents were weird, but I had no idea it was this crazy. Next time they come home, just come stay over at my house instead of hanging out with them, okay?”

“Okay.” Steve doesn’t want to think about his parents anymore. He snuggles further into the couch, shifting to rest against Robin. “Uncle Wayne used to read to us,” he murmurs, “and I used to sit in his lap, and Eddie always let me. He never got mad about sharing. He never got jealous.” He sighs heavily. “I was always jealous of you.”

Eddie scoffs. “Come on.”

“I used to think if my parents could love me even just half as much as Wayne loved you then I’d be happy forever.” Tears spill down his cheeks again, and he scrubs them away with his shirtsleeve. “I had the big house and the expensive clothes and the popular friends, but I used to see you jump into Wayne’s truck after school and you’d both be so happy to see each other, and I used to think I’d do anything for someone to be that happy to see me.” He hiccups out a sob, and Robin drops her spoon to wrap both her arms around him and pull his head against her shoulder. Eddie leans into him from the other side, and he feels Dustin reaching over to rub his shoulders comfortingly.

“I never felt as loved at home as I did with you guys,” he muses. “Max said I should look into being a mentor for troubled kids, and maybe… maybe I could, you know? If I could find a little kid who’s as lonely as I was, and make him feel as safe and happy as you and Wayne made me feel, that would— that would be pretty great, I think.”

“Why stop at one little kid?” Dustin suggests. “You could do some kind of after school program, maybe, for lots of kids. We’d help.”

“We’d totally help!” Robin agrees enthusiastically. “I can see it now— ‘Daycare By Mama Bear’. Steve, you’ll be amazing at that.”

“Nah, not a daycare,” Eddie argues. “I could see you doing more like a Big Brothers, Big Sisters type of thing with older kids. Reaching out to the ones who need help, and then at the same time teaching them to reach out and help other kids too.” He sits up straighter so he can look Steve directly in the eyes. “I agree you’ll be amazing at it though. I mean, look at how you’ve looked after all of us ever since Vecna. You’re really good at seeing who needs a hand and figuring out the exact right way to help them. The kids always say you’re a damn good babysitter, but you’re a lot more than that, too. I think ‘mentor’ is a good word for it.”

“Even your parents would have to be impressed then,” Dustin jokes, but Steve brushes that aside. “Nah, fuck them, they’re awful. I’m officially through trying to impress them. I have more important things to do then worry about what they think.”

“Hell yeah, you do,” Robin agrees, grabbing for the ice cream again, scooping up a large spoonful. “I’d like to propose a toast,” she giggles, and the boys immediately dive in for matching scoops. “To Stevie finding his purpose and forgetting his parents!”

“To Stevie!” Dustin and Eddie chorus, four spoons clinking together, and this time when Steve’s eyes fill up he knows they’re tears of joy.

🍨🫂🍨🫂🍨🫂

[leslie057]

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pairings: jonathan/nancy

rating: light teen (swearing + mild sex references)

word count: 2.4k (chapter 1)

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@jancyweeks day 1: history - her diary as a personal history + a bonus history test incident

𝒩𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 16, 1984

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𝑀𝓎 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌. Actually, how do you forget an exam? Actually. How did I forget? And it’s not even that I forgot, it’s that I never knew. I am still so mad but not as mad as I was. Genuinely have no clue why we were not given verbal reminders for that history test. That stupid little secret of a test, that fucking sub rosa fucking social experiment of a thing to see who looks at her minuscule writing under the date on the board every day! Just tell us. Need it. Out loud. This is crazy arrogant and borderline disgusting of me to say, but she doesn't have a better student than me and I deserved better. It was like a setup. Of course I was taking notes, of course I was listening, of course a lot of it was prior knowledge. It’s the history of America and I’m not an idiot. I just thought a test would be coming up after the break, not before.

I mean it’s all been worked out now, though. 

But it makes me upset, because where was my head? No, I know where it was, my head was here with me. I was simply using it for its escape function. Wild how my ears can be turned on, and my pen will be going and going and going in perfect time with the lesson, but mentally I’m reliving whatever I want to relive. Or don’t want to relive. I’ve been like this since last year. Stuck inside my skull and cannot climb out. Don’t wanna climb out because sometimes I need to be there, it’s nice in there. Sometimes not nice. I brought this up to Jonathan, he said yes he does understand. Shocker. The difference is he’s been in his head for the last sixteen years, and he doesn’t continually think all the awful things that I think. He’s good and decent and he’s sweet and he’s built a strange, adorable habitat up there for song lyrics and checklists and worries. He does so much in one day. I don’t love his work schedule. Working on Friday nights, God. Then at home he does, like, budgeting and reads their bills and shit? I wouldn’t have time to steep in hate for Mrs. Kincannon, either. (He doesn’t hate her. That’s me.) Not that he’s dealing with his trauma or whatever, our trauma, I don’t know, he isn’t. Still, because his many responsibilities burn up the majority of his mental energy, he doesn’t seem to follow the spirals I follow. At least not when the sun's out. He’s a dramatic pessimist, my dramatic pessimist, oh that was fun to write, but I would assume his internal voice has more of a filter mechanism than mine. Could be a self-preservation thing. 

Who knows. But, yeah, neurogymnastics. Neurogymnastics to get me through my day. Each week is a series of extreme highs and extreme lows, lows that I just administer my fantasies to until something new happens. It’s good in the moment. Later I realize that I’ve missed things, spaced out, fell short, and I get all guilty. I feel hypocritical. I’ve fought for my life, why am I not training myself to live it well again. I’m rushing through things because they’re hard. I want to be successful, and this is not the path to success. The pressure is off me and yet all over me. Maybe I shouldn’t care about school, knowing what I know about the flimsiness of this dimension’s edges. Sounds clinically insane. Not ever going to be sure what to do with the fact that I’ve seen a parallel plane, that I was really there. I wish I didn’t care about school. I do care less about it than I did freshman and sophomore year. My grades are forever important to me, but there’s currently a big disconnect between my habits and my academic goals. When I’m at school, I fantasize about it being over. When I’ve set aside time to work, I can’t get through it and I go to my boyfriend. Maybe I am a bad student. Right now. I am. Hard to care about history since I’ve got a lot I would rather focus on. So, right, there are a lot of coercive acts I could be learning about if my teacher calmed down and gave me free time to coerce him. Sorry. 

I cannot stop thinking about what I was able to 

How he knew about the test is beyond me. He’s missed more days, he’s had more distractions, he’s more susceptible to distractions, and to top everything off he’s on possession watch. You know, just making those frequent check-ins with Will. I don’t know what that would look like. I guess you just ask him how he’s feeling, try to gauge the honesty. I would never ever say this but it seems likely to me that Will is still being…communicated with. Accessed. Scary sounds in his ears or something. Sensations. It’s not like he’d say anything! He’s like this meek little mouse, he could actively be experiencing organ rupture and wouldn’t make a sound. This is terrible, but being at their house does scare me every now and then. In a ticking time bomb sort of way. Is their family not kind of cursed? Then I get kissed and forget where I am anyway, so nothing matters. No complaints overall, it is a very nice place for a slumber party. 

My reaction last night was the most embarrassing. How I went from zero to a hundred that fast, how we went from squeaky bed springs and my proposed hickey competition (hate that this is in writing now, but context needed—also I was in a competitive mood yesterday) (he was not) to me whining and crying and essentially hyperventilating because I didn’t understand why he would mention a test when we didn’t have a test. I hate my emotions being played with and all of that bullshit. For some reason I’ve always been on the receiving end of that haven’t I? With boys in our class. Middle school, junior high, that kind of timeframe. At one point I could have convinced myself I was being flirted with. It’s a no, because “all statements.” All pines are conifers, but not all conifers are pines. So all interested boys will tease, but not all the boys that tease are interested. They really were just that eager to let me know my body wasn’t up to par for our age bracket. Pal, are we not eleven and twelve. I cannot be Catwoman for you.

I’m told I’m pretty now, so I’ll count it as a win. 

Anyway, Jonathan was not playing with my emotions, and we did have a test. We did. When my panic set in, it was bad. The pressure was building up in my chest, I thought I was in danger of dry drowning. My GPA is literally the only thing I ever feel in control of. In my arms were two options, have an absolutely miserable fucking Thursday night or risk baby’s first F on her transcript. But then he just looked at me, calm as ever, and said, “Why can’t you ask for an extension? I want you to ask her for an extension, okay?” Which I should have come up with on my own. I don’t know why, but hearing him say that was like. Insane. Made everything feel lighter, light as a feather. He doesn’t do this for himself, but for me—he zooms out, he figures out a way to make things less daunting. He can be so positive when it's a problem of mine on the table instead of his, and I'm like who are you, I love you. I usually have no problem cheating systems, swinging things in a way that's better for me, but requesting an extension? My pride lies in academics, I'm aware of that, I don’t often ask for help there. Want to accomplish things without accommodations being made for me. Meanwhile, school stuff is some of the only stuff Jonathan is willing to seek out help with. He has to. He can't afford to not get help. Not like he can spend an entire evening on one little section of an assignment when he needs to be clocked in at work for five hours. In conclusion, he talks to our instructors more than our peers. I have to respect a teacher's pet.

So, I took his advice. However tricky extensions may be. Kincannon is also tricky. Her iron will and everything. You’re not gonna get one if you always ask. You’re not gonna get one if you haven’t already established yourself as a trustworthy kid. You’re not gonna get one for being an athlete. I wasn’t convinced of the plan at first since she dress coded my mid-thigh skirt last week and had to tell me, on a few occasions, to stop chatting with/distracting my boyfriend. Him being in the picture was so in my favor, though, because he seriously might be her favorite. Personally I wanna say it’s gross; it makes her feel good about herself to cosset sensitive, troubled teens that she wouldn’t give a shit about otherwise. Like, you’re not his mommy, but I’m way off topic. 

We got up incredibly early this morning. We made her a tiny consolation coffee with cream and cinnamon, pulled up at 6:25 I want to say it was? And the conversation was ace. He had messed up my hair a little to hint at a sleepless night, coached me on how to look pitiful when we were in the car. I really hope I didn’t mishear him mumble something about puppy eyes. He was very tired. I stayed as honest as possible, that’s what he wanted from me. I told her I was having a rough time, that grief keeps getting in my way of things. I talked to her about my selective hearing issue. I said I’m an oral learner, I needed verbal reminders, and I said school means so much to me. Hesitantly I pointed out that Jonathan and I are still getting used to our new relationship, and maybe if our assigned seats were adjacent I wouldn't have to get up to talk to him. She was slightly passive-aggressive, but she was understanding. Then I found out I would be testing Monday. New test, just for me. There was something so ridiculous and fun about sitting in class this morning, reading while everyone else suffered. After, I couldn’t stop apologizing to Jonathan for freaking out. He said I didn’t freak out, I reacted, and he suggested I go easier on myself. That distinction felt huge, really huge. 

Right now, I'm desperate to preserve that feeling of lightness, but I’m mad at myself and furious in general. In hindsight I should have savored being comforted a little more, but I was busy having half a meltdown. I’m sure I’ll get to hear one of those soft pep talks the next time something doesn’t go my way. I have so much studying to do, especially since my Special Nancy Test is all writing. I’ve got it, though. I’m fine. Angry but also happy and fine. This will never happen again. I won’t let it happen again.

—

“Uh oh,” Jonathan suddenly murmurs to himself on her bed. 

She swivels at her small desk, not fully ready to turn her attention away from her entry. “Hmm?”

“Sorry, no, you can keep writing.” 

“But why uh oh?”

There's his gentle huff, his eyes flicking upward in annoyance. He holds a necklace she'd tasked him with untangling using tweezers. Its old, delicate chain was in no less than six billion knots. Somehow he’s the only one in the world who has the patience for this. She sure as hell doesn't have the patience for it. "I'm scared I'm about to break it." 

“Break it? Please don’t Jonathan,” she begs on impulse.

“It’s just really far gone. I’m trying.”

And he is. He’s been sitting quietly for as long as she’s been writing. So—long time. She sort of forgot about him over there. “Sorry, I know, I know you are," she says.

He’s silent. 

“You’ve been cleaning up a lot of my messes lately, huh?”

She flips over her journal, nudges it away from the table’s edge, and approaches him. From her desk she couldn’t see the glow of afternoon sunlight streaming onto her quilt. Very pretty. Her personal jewelry surgeon sits there in the middle, equally pretty, possibly feeling neglected. He’s gone the full nine yards here. Pushed up his sweater sleeves, swiped her reading glasses, set out a few safety pins and needles as his supplementary tools. He looks sleepy, the brown of his eyes lighter in the path of the sun. 

Her arms are behind her back until they’re not, and she crawls on top of him. He absently places the necklace on her flattest throw pillow. 

“I said you’re fixing a lot of my messes.”

“I mean…not really.” He’s blushing already, hands awkwardly grasping for purchase at her hips so that he won't get pressed back too hard into the poles of her bed frame's headboard. “If I am, I don’t mind.”

Her lips cushion against this little spot on his jaw that’s so sensitive it kills him, sucking carefully. The action might have the same effect on her that it does him; her heart jumps, swings wide, threatens to capsize in the wet of her chest. It’s that familiar adrenaline response, the uncontrollable energy spike she always gets alongside the realization of oh, we’re touching! She sighs into his skin, and he shudders, a pathetic sound of bliss escaping his throat.

“Okay, well don't start drooling,” she quips. Kisses his pulse point, spittily.

He mumbles something unintelligible, so she keeps on keeping on, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to make the most of the time they have and get some good play in while she can. She’ll have to kick him out soon. She’ll have to study in complete isolation. She dips back, and he follows, she leans forward, and he pulls her closer. “Said I need an extension,” he manages, repeating what she didn’t catch.

“What?”

“If you’re gonna do all this, I need an extension on my necklace project.”

Well, that is definitely going in the diary. 

[olympiansowl]

I was reading this amazing piece here https://www.tumblr.com/bunnynoldo/762986952083587072/let-me-share-an-example-of-why-i-love-how-sauron and it made me realize some parallels between the couples and the gods.

So, both Halbrand and Miriel kinda got out alive of their own “sea trials” and I heard some say that it isn’t the same creature, I also saw someone saying that Miriel’s creature is Uinen and Halbrand’s creature is Osse…I am inclined to agree. Miriel’s creature seems far more gentle 😭

About the Galadriel scene and the ex-temple of Uinen turned into prison. This reminds me so much of Miriel’s position now. Her city turned her into a prisoner. She’s a prisoner at her own kingdom, her home. Not to mention the “Queen of the Sea” thing…

Both Halbrand (when he was at his redemption era) and Elendil have this “she opened my heart to light” thing. Sauron believed Galadriel could be his way to redemption and Elendil said Miriel opened his heart to the way of the faithful again (and this will actually save him at the end)…which reminds me of Uinen getting Osse into the right path after he lost himself.

THE RING AND NARSIL!

Miriel gave Elendil something that, in one way or another, will always connect him to her, to Numenor and to their ancestrals. And Nenya will always connect Sauron and Galadriel, even if only by memories. And it’s funny because Nenya heals things (I hope Galadriel makes a special appearance with this ring in Numenor) and Sauron is out there destroying everything he touches.

Also, Miriel and Elendil remind me of Varda and Manwe…I hope they have the same destiny because following the Silmarillion doesn’t even make sense at this point (and they don’t have the rights…) and since her death isn’t mentioned on the appendix 🕊️🕊️🕊️ yes, hope is the last one to go and I’m gonna die on the “she deserves to live” hill.

And there are things that makes me believe that Galadriel might go to Numenor…

1 - She’s out there hunting Sauron like an exorcist hunting the devil

2 - There’s a scene (the puppets/dolls one) that shows Galadriel taking Miriel out of a dark hole…I don’t think that this is the “oh it’s because Miriel is on the faith path again” because, at least to me, Miriel was always on the faith side, but she was faking to be a non believer due to the way the city treated her father. She promoted Elendil right after Galadriel appeared. And Palantir said that Miriel would only find darkness on Middle Earth (reminded me of Elrond and Arwen convo about Aragorn) which was the place Galadriel convinced Miriel to go… I think she will either use Nenya to restore Miriel’s vision or she will save Miriel from something.

3 - They’re at the “making the same thing twice” arc. Galadriel brought Halbrand/Sauron to Eregion. He came back to it and destroyed it. She appeared to try and save the day. Galadriel kinda brought Sauron to Numenor too and convinced the Queen to help him. Sauron is on his way to destroy it. She might as well go there too. It would be nice if she brought Elrond this time…just for precaution.

[the-library-of-wonderland]

Yandere!Linked Universe x Reader (Part 1???)

“You Spoil Me”

Featuring Time and Wild

Sorry if they’re OOC! I really tried to be honest! Also I know in my last post I mentioned Warriors being here but I couldn’t think of anything for him. Very sorry to the Warriors fans for that!

The way each hero spoiled you left you breathless every time. If only you knew why they poured their attention on you so much.

Time

You honestly didn’t expect the older hero to buy you a new tunic when the chain made it to town. Yours had been sewn and patched up so much over the group’s travels that there was probably no fabric from your original one at this point. It was quite the relief hearing about a clothing shop that was in the nearest town that you almost begged Time to let you guys take a quick detour. Although just the mention of needing a new tunic was enough for Time to let you guys stop there. He didn’t want his darling to be sad. When you made it to the small town he offered to look around with you, making sure you wouldn’t leave them and to help look for the clothing shop. “Here it is, let’s see if they have anything you like (y/n).” Now there you were, offering to pay for the tunic and 3 extras he made you grab (“Just in case anything were to happen” he had told you). “Now my darling, there’s no need to argue. I’ll gladly pay for it, after all, you’re giving all of us a small break by bringing us to town,” The older hero smiled down at you as he spoke. You smiled back at him at the gesture, “Okay, but do I need to pay you back later?” “Only in some hugs dear.” You giggle at his comment, unaware of the dark look he had started to give the man working at the shop. The man had been eyeing you up the entire time you two were there. It was truly disgusting how that man could stare at you so, you deserved the world and more, that man could never give it to you. Looks like he had a job to do later.

Wild

You let out a small gasp at the cozy interior of Wild’s home, for some odd reason you had expected it to be more messy. You put that thought aside though as you looked at the nice dishes and platters on his dinner table. “Oh this is so cozy Wild! No wonder you love it here so much,” you smiled at him as you spoke. “Yeah it’s really nice here. I got it pretty cheap too, although even after I bought it I still had to pay a good bit for this furniture and these weapon holders,” he said as he looked around the house. You looked over at him with a smile before you started to laugh a little, “Well since we’re here now, when’s dinner?” Wild laughed at your question, “Well, I was going to take you and the group around the village first before we ate.” “Oh okay. Well let’s go then! I’m about to starve! Also, what about the others?” “They’re already “exploring” Hateno, so no need to worry about them,” he said. Why are they worried about the others? It’s our alone time. He let you grab his hand as he led you back out his house and across the small bridge connecting it and Hateno. “So, are you taking me on a tour or did you trick me into running errands for the Old Man for you?” Wild chuckled, “Neither actually, I’d thought I’d spoil you. Maybe buy you something or bring you to a little spot to relax for a bit. You’ve been a great help around here.” “Oh, you really don’t have to Link.” You called him his name. You never do that with the others. “No, I want to.” By this time, you two had already made it to the main area of town. He led you through the main path, taking you towards the ancient lab he had mentioned was there. He was silently praying that neither of you would run into the others. They would definitely ruin his treat for you, and you could barely ever say no to the other heroes’ ideas of fun for the group. “Are you taking me to the lab you had talked about?” You looked at him after asking, curiosity painting your face. “No. There’s a small path leading to the beach near here. I want to take you there. It probably looks different from the beaches you know of, but I’m hoping you love it just as much.” He had a small smile on his face as he spoke softly. You let him lead you up to the split path and down towards the beach. You noticed the weather there was a bit gloomy, but the beach was still breathtaking. When you reached the sandy shore you instantly bent down to take your shoes off and ran towards the water. “Come get in the water with me Wild!” You laughed as you spoke, kicking your feet in the water. The Champion smiled at your excitement jogging over to the shore and getting ready to take his boots off. If only you knew how he felt.

[thehypnone]

regressor phantom being taking care of by eds having rain who injured in some way and helping rain in every way that he can. gets all the things off the shelves for them and helps clean the place they’re walking so they don’t trip and get injured further. just a really good kid trying to help someone he cares about deeply

phantom is such a good kid :(

my hands are really useless today so if there's any typos, no there is not

Phantom was feeling fuzzy since he woke up, nearly whole day now. When he saw Rain walk into the kitchen, where he was rummaging through the cabinets, on their forearm crutches he immediately dropped. He was by Rain's side in a second, "D'ya need help with pain?"

"No, it's, uhm- it's okay, I'm fine," the water ghoul answered but their poorly hidden grunt and furrowed brows didn't help in assuring Phantom.

"Rainy, can help, wanna help," he pouted up at the older ghoul. He needed to help. "Please, lemme help. D'ya want a snack?"

"Yeah, that's why I came here," they grumbled and reached up to one of the higher cabinets where the ghouls stored packets of apple sauce. The crutch that was hanging off of Rain's arm swung in the air when they lifted it and hit their hip, making the ghoul hiss in pain.

"Oh, lemme help-" Phantom jumped to open the cabinet and get the apple sauce out. He presented it to Rain with big eyes full of hope he managed to help.

"Phantom, I really-" they cut themself off, looking into the quintessence ghoul's eyes. They were frustrated, yes, but not with Phantom. He didn't deserve to be a victim of Rain's irritation, he was really just trying to help. "Yes, okay. I'd like your help."

The quintessence ghoul's entire face lit up as Rain did grab the apple sauce from him and stuffed it into his pocket, mumbling a quiet 'thank you'. When the water ghoul turned to leave the kitchen Phantom all but threw himself onto the floor to sweep away some garbage laying around. There was always stuff all over the floor in the den... for some reason.

He moved various items away from Rain's path, so they wouldn't trip or slip their crutches on anything. He also roughly wiped the floor with a mysterious sock that he'd just found (Rain prayed it wasn't Swiss') to make sure there wasn't anything spilled that could also put Rain at some kind of risk, "'s this okay?"

"Yes, kiddo, thank you very much," Rain forced himself to smile down at Phantom as they walked over to the couch in the common room and dropped down onto it with a grunt.

Before he could as much as blink, Phantom was in between their legs looking up at them with his biggest puppy eyes, "Need pain gone? Or, uhm... sm'thing else? Can do 'nything for you, Rainy."

"If you insist, little one," Rain sighed reaching out to boop Phantom's nose, making him giggle. "I'd appreciate dulling my pain a bit. It's my hips today."

Phantom's soft hands were on the water ghoul's hips in a flash. He squeezed his eyes, bit down on his tongue in concentration and let his magic flow through him fingertips into Rain's aching body. They sighed with relief as the first tendrils of quintessence wrapped around his joints, "That's nice, kiddo, thank you."

"Mhm," he hummed and focused on spreading the comfort both further up into Rain's spine and down, into their legs. He worked until Rain's head thumped against the cushions on the back of the couch and the room was filled with quiet purring.

"Hm... Tommy?" he perked up with a chirp. "C'mere."

Phantom obliged, getting up. He gave Rain a moment to arrange himself more comfortably on the couch and soon they smiled at him and waved him over. He was a bit reluctant, not wanting to hurt Rain in any way, so he gently laid down next to the water ghoul, keeping his limbs to himself.

This wouldn't cut it, though, for Rain, so they pulled him closer, until his head was on their chest and their legs and tails were tangled together, "nap time, little one."

Who was Phantom to argue with that?

[baileypie-writes]

Hello. How about those sunshine villain friend!Reader headcanons, but this time with Star Twinkle Cures?

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~The Star Twinkle Pretty Cure With a Sunshine Villain Friend~

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Fandom: Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, a villain, heavily implied to be an alien

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Hikaru Hoshina/Cure Star, Lala Hagoromo/Cure Milky, Elena Amamiya/Cure Soleil, Madoka Kaguya/Cure Selene, Yuni/Cure Cosmo

Genre: Fluff, a pinch of angst

Word Count: 1,899

Warnings: Spoilers for Yuni’s backstory, possibly OOC Elena, Madoka and Yuni.

~Masterlists~

~Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure Masterlist~

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~Hikaru Hoshina/Cure Star~

~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~

~ Hikaru wants to befriend everyone she can both on Earth and in space. So she couldn’t care less that you’re evil. Sure, you were working to practically destroy the universe, but she thought you were worth getting to know, and hopefully, change! You sure made it easy being your friend too. It was hard to believe that someone as sweet as you was a villain!

Hikaru: “A Notraider? No way! You’re joking right?”

(name): “Nope! I’m a Notraider!”

Hikaru: “Wow! I would’ve never expected that! You’re so nice!”

(name): “Haha! My team often says I’m too nice!”

~ Most encounters the you two share outside of battle is purely happy and kind. Neither of your jobs are ever brought up by her, as she only wants to have fun! If anyone else tries arguing with you, she’s quick to scold them. You’ve been nothing but kind(minus the attacks on Earth and space), so you don’t deserve to be ridiculed!

Madoka: “Why is (name) here?”

Hikaru: “Because they’re our friend!”

Madoka: “But they’re, you know…”

Hikaru: “What? The nicest person ever? Yeah, they really are!”

~ Hikaru believes that there must be a reason as to why you chose your path. And she’s determined to find out. But instead of pushing you for info, she just talks to you like a friend. She hopes that if she gets close enough with you, then your backstory will slip out!

Hikaru: “So, where are you from?”

(name): “Nowhere special. What about you? Have you lived here your whole life? It sure is a nice town!”

Hikaru: “Yeah, it is! But you totally changed the subject!”

~ Whenever you help the Pretty Cure or innocent bystanders out, Cure Star’s overjoyed! It’s proof to her that you’re not all bad, and that you don’t actually want to hurt others. She always gives you a big hug afterwards, thanking you for your support.

Cure Star: “Eee, (name)! You were so cool! You really helped us out back there!”

(name): “Of course I did. You’re my friends!”

Cure Star: “See guys, I told you they’re not acting! They really are nice!”

~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~⭐️~~~

~Lala Hagoromo/Cure Milky~

~~~🚀~~~🚀~~~🚀~~~

~ After finding out that you’re a Notraider, Lala was very confused. Your personality didn’t match with your job. Yuni even nearly convinced her that your kindness was fake. But after getting to know you better, that possibility never crossed her mind.

Lala: “You really think they’re faking ~lun?”

Yuni: “I’m positive. There’s no way a Notraider can be that nice.”

Lala: “I don’t know… it seems pretty real to me, but you could be right ~lun.”

~ She mostly just does what Hikaru does; not mentioning your occupation outside of Pretty Cure related business. It does make it easier to have fun. She often finds herself forgetting until someone brings it up. She gets quite annoyed when that happens, as she sees it as the happy moments being ruined.

Lala: “If you hate (name) so much, then you can just go away ~lun!”

Yuni: “Oh, well excuse me for not wanting to be around the bad guy!”

Hikaru: “Lala! Yuni! Please cut it out!”

~ She especially gets along with you better if you’re also an alien. She’ll ask you about your planet, curious about your origin. If you don’t want to talk about it, she’ll talk about Saman instead. While she wants to know about your home place, she doesn’t want to be pushy.

Lala: “This is how we greet each other in Saman ~lun!”

(name): “Oh, cool!”

Lala: “How do your people greet each other ~lun?”

(name): “We do this!”

~ It throws Cure Milky through a loop whenever you help her and her team out. It doesn’t make sense to her as to why you’d help out the opposite side, but she’s happy nonetheless. And she’s always quick to thank you afterwards.

Cure Milky: “Thanks for saving me ~lun! But be careful next time, because I nearly hit you with my Milky Shock ~lun!”

(name): “It’s no problem! And I definitely will. That looks like it hurts!”

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~Elena Amamiya/Cure Soleil~

~~~☀️~~~☀️~~~☀️~~~

~ Elena is always positive about embracing differences. So even though you’re from the opposite side of the battlefield, she still makes an effort to be kind and respectful to you. Even if you’re fighting face to face, she never shows any distain towards you. After all, you’re sweet and kind, so it’s only right to match your energy.

(name): “Good morning Elena!”

Elena: “Oh, good morning (name). How are you doing?”

(name): “I’m pretty good. How about you? How’s your family?”

Elena: “They’re all good!”

~ Another reason as to why she’s so kind to you, is because she feels bad for you. Every Notraider has a similar reason as to why they chose their path. They either have a hatred for their own planet, or other planets. And there’s always a sad backstory as to why. So Elena knows that’s most likely the case for you. So she hopes that becoming your friend will help heal you, and hopefully help you turn a new leaf.

Elena: “Do you ever wonder why (name) chose to become a villain?”

Madoka: “Yes, at times.”

Elena: “I mean, when you think about it, there has to be a good reason. Remember Tenjo? What if they had a similar life that made them choose to be a Notraider?”

Madoka: “I never thought of that. That could be the case.”

~ She really has a way with words. So she tries using it to her advantage. You’re given many talks by her, trying to make you switch to the good side. She desperately wants you to leave the dark side, but that doesn’t show in her words. She remains calm and collected, even when you reject her offer for the millionth time.

Elena: “It just feels like a waste for such a kind person to be fighting for such a bad cause.”

(name): “I honestly think it’s a necessary cause.”

Elena: “Are you absolutely sure though?”

(name): “Yes.”

Elena: *sigh* “Okay then.”

~ When receiving help from you, Cure Soliel is not only happy, but very proud. The fact that you care so much about your friends and the innocent, that you’d fight your own side for them fills her with hope and gladness. It’s just another reason for her to believe that you can be changed.

Cure Soleil: “Thanks for getting my siblings to safety, (name)! That was so kind of you!”

(name): “You’re my friend, so of course I’d save your family, silly!”

Cure Soleil: “Not such a bad guy, are you? Haha!”

~~~☀️~~~☀️~~~☀️~~~

~Madoka Kaguya/Cure Selene~

~~~🌙~~~🌙~~~🌙~~~

~ Madoka is always a logical thinker. So she was not a supporter of you at first. It didn’t matter how much nice energy radiated off of you. You were evil, and that was that. But of course, your kindness wore her down, and she couldn’t help but be your friend.

Elena: “I thought you said you weren’t gonna get close to (name)? So why are you hanging out with us if we’re with them?”

Madoka: “I don’t know. I just always seem to end up in their company.”

Hikaru: “Awww, is someone becoming their friend?”

Madoka: “I suppose so.”

~ While she likes you, she’s still always careful not to reveal any important information about the Pretty Cure to you. While you may be nice to them, you’re also nice to the other Notraiders. So there’s a pretty good chance that you’d share that information to help them. So she never lets anything slip. You’re not allowed on the spaceship either. She’s always gentle and kind about it, though.

Madoka: “Sorry, (name). But this as far as I can allow you to go. We have some important Pretty Cure business we have to discuss.”

(name): “Oh, I see. That’s fine! I have a meeting I have to go to anyway! See you!”

Madoka: “Good day.”

~ Madoka isn’t one to prod into other people’s business. So while she wishes you’d turn to the good side, she just leaves it alone. Besides, some of her other friends are trying to persuade you themselves. Why add more stress and pressure? She even talks to them about getting off your back sometimes.

Madoka: “I know you want to get (name) to join us, but don’t you think you’re being too… um… pushy?”

Elena: “Yeah, I guess I kinda am. I’ll try to tone it down.”

Madoka: “Great. I think it’s for the best.”

~ Cure Selene is always taken aback whenever she receives help from you. She knows you’re dedicated to your job and its cause, so it confuses her as to why you’d fight against it, even if it was for a moment. It warms her heart when you tell her the reason, though. It truly makes her glad that she became friends with you. You’re genuinely a kind person.

Cure Selene: “Won’t you get in trouble for this?”

(name): “Probably. But you’re my friend, and I don’t want you getting hurt!”

Cure Selene: “You’re truly one of the kindest people I’ve ever known, (name).”

~~~🌙~~~🌙~~~🌙~~~

~Yuni/Cure Cosmo~

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~ Yuni refused to let herself like you. You work on the same team as the alien who turned everyone on her planet into stone. You may have had nothing to do with it, but she didn’t care. She was even convinced that your kindness was fake. She thought there was no way a Notraider could be a walking ray of sunshine. She never talked to you, and she minimized eye contact as well. If she knew your location, she’d stay far away from it.

Hikaru: “Hey Yuni! Do you wanna go-“

Yuni: “Will (name) be there?”

Hikaru: “Yes, but-“

Yuni: “Then count me out.”

~ You, being the kind person you are, tried your best to respect her wishes. However, a certain pink-haired girl didn’t. She always found a way to make the two of you bond, whether Yuni liked it or not. So, while it took way longer than it did for others, your rays of sunshine eventually peeked through the cracks of the wall that she had put between you.

Hikaru: “Yuni, (name), will you two go get some donuts for while we’re working?”

(name): “Um-“

Hikaru: “Thanks! Bye!”

Yuni: “She didn’t even let us respond.”

(name): “That’s Hikaru for you!”

Yuni: “Haha! I guess you’re right!”

~ Even after breaking the ice, she’s still a bit distant. A part of it is because she feels awkward from how she acted previously. But even so, she’s still nice. She now understands that the fate of her planet wasn’t your fault, so she lets go of her hatred. You’re friends now, so there’s no need to blame you for something you didn’t do.

(name): “What’s your planet like?”

Yuni: “…”

(name): “Ah! I’m so sorry! I forgot!”

Yuni: “It’s okay. Do you still want to know?”

(name): “Oh, yeah!”

~ Cure Cosmo only grows closer to you after you help her or the innocent during battle. She’s proud of you, though she’d never admit it. Your powers combined obliterate the threat with no problems, so the fact that you’re also a great team together is another reason to like you even more. A small celebration with donuts always follows your victories!

Cure Cosmo: “We were so awesome! Hey, why don’t you join the Pretty Cure (name)?”

(name): “Haha! Nice try! But I’m very dedicated to my team.”

Cure Cosmo: “Eh, you’re loss.”

~~~🐾~~~🐾~~~🐾~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[cloama]

I just heard Coco Jones’ new track, Here We Go(Uh Oh), a song definitely for the girls who still aren’t ready to go No Contact with their on again/off again ex. It’s something relatable for the twenty-somethings to screamiing along to in the car as they drive to afters. I did. It relate but I will tell you why that doesn’t matter. Because R&B. Storytelling is back, baby! Paint us picture, Miss Coco.

I really enjoyed the cinematic music video that accompanies the song. She’s going all in on the back half 20th century nostalgia here, with a little bit of everything. The cover art is cute 70s nod. No clue if that’s going to impact the entire album rollout but I’m sat, regardless. Having a retro aesthetic while singing about likes and posts is so anachronistically pleasing to me. She’s such a star and I really like this choice for a single. This track is going to get spins because it is so relatable to so many. Coco is going right up there with SZA and Summer Walker who are actual titans of Female Singer-Songwriters but don’t get the credit they deserve despite the numbers numbering. That is because they’re R&B artists and I encourage you all to go back to listen to them if you haven’t. R&B didn’t stop after your need for middle school slow dances. It’s still here and writers are still crafting stories. Coco is absolutely on that path to being an all-star writer and I’m excited to see her lock into this next phase of her career.

Back to my hope for the song… I believe this song will help keep up the momentum. It’s radio ready, with a classic sample that will drive spins to the original track as well as her own. Here We Go has a verbally stoccato chorus which is fun in R&B bc you can clap 👏🏿 your 👏🏿 hands emphatically along to the words and mean that shit.

By the second chorus I was ready:

🎶I 👏🏿know👏🏿when👏🏿said👏🏿say👏🏿good👏🏿bye👏🏿you👏🏿ain’t 👏🏿mean👏🏿no👏🏿good👏🏿bye👏🏿🎶

It reminded me of the “oh oh oh oh oh’s” in the original track.

Speaking of the Lenny Williams sample: it works. I am one of many who are tired of the lack of artful sample. This, to me, was artful and useful. The song being full length with a verses, choruses, and bridge (silly thing to point out but songs have gotten ridiculously short these days) means the sample comes dangerously close to wearing out its welcome, But it comes in just under the gun. I didn’t get tired of it. Why? Her steady melodies in each verse sail your through nicely and then you smack right into that fun choppy waters of the chorus. When the next verse hits you’re ready for another go. It feels exactly like going round and round with a partner. Come on, musical theme! Come on, melodic device!

This is absolutely my favorite thing about this track. Coco Jones is a super talented young woman. I genuinely hope it’s a hit.

4/5