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[quackstr]

late night hours

summary: boss!walter takes you in his office

tags: porn what plot, workplace sex, riding, blowjob/ oral sex (m receiving), female reader, use of “slut”

word count: 2.2k

inspiration: rework of a fic of reader x karl mayer, which was inspired by his relationshop with bree.

it all started with a little of wine in his dimly lit office.

just hours later, you ended up laid on top his desk, your legs spread with him between. there was no time for careful undressing, the detective was simply too impatient for that: there were more buttons ripped apart and zips undone with teeth than clothes being handled appropriately and slowly.

and when he FINALLY pulls that tight little dress off of you, he relishes in the sight of your matching black lingerie, which tells one simple truth: you'd been planning this way before you even walked in.

walter was the type to be absolutely clueless to the effect he had on the ladies: what with his tall, muscular frame that had him towering over anyone. so perfect, yet so humble. which somehow made it worse…

you let him whisper sweet nothings with that deep, smooth voice as he sucks at your exposed neck before pushing him down to his chair with your stiletto. walter gives a low whistle as your heel slowly traces his chest, downwards towards his crotch. the shoe playfully rubs and teases him, repeating this taunting motion until walter is groaning.

"fuck-- baby- you're killing me over here--" he moans out, a smirk growing across his lips.

"am i?" you tease.

once you were satisfied with his begs, you jump off the desk and immediately fall to your knees. walter watches excitedly as you take your place between his thighs, removing his sweater and tossing it to the floor like every article of clothing before it.

you unfasten his belt, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time. eventually, after releasing himself from the prison of his pants, walter blows a deep sigh of relief.

you undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and leave soft, sloppy kisses down his chest, producing a trail of red lipstick stamps.

then, you lick at his muscular abdomen and lower your point of worship at a leisurely pace, until you reach his cock, aching and throbbing as if it were about to jump out of his boxers at any moment. drooling, you mouth at it through the fabric, walter’s low growls filling the air.

it is a pathetic, yet hauntingly beautiful sight: your panting around the imprint of his dick and sniffing at his intoxicating scent.

"oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere." he teased.

you scowl at him.

biting down on his boxers, you gradually manage to pull it down with just your teeth - walter watches with a smug look on his face, sinking back into his seat.

a groan spills from his lips as you pull down his boxers, unleashing his dick… all 7 inches..

you gulp - his cock is monstrous in length and girth.

veins trace the length and it seems to throb with your teasing touches, begging for more. as if your body moved by itself, his tip slips between your lips.

it feels hot. warmth fills your mouth as his dick sinks down your throat.

"good girl." a low grumble leaves his lips.

his words tremble as his cock disappears between your lips, and for the 3 inches which still evade your lips by the time you start to gag, you wrap your hand around and began to massage.

his girth is so impressive so even your hand struggles to handle him. for the length lodged inside your mouth, you give a gentle sunction.

"do you know how sexy you look with my cock down your throat?"

his hand moves to the back of your head, giving light guidance to your movement. the room fills with your lewd sucking noises. walter’s hand urges you to take more and more.

you allow him to push you down until your lips reach the base. mere seconds pass before you begin to struggle and gag uncontrollably, and a few more seconds pass before walter releases the back of your head.

"look at you, taking me so well--" he chuckles at your panting.

you take a second to catch your breath before you return to working. you can hear him suck in air sharply as you envelope one of his balls. walter groans as he leans back further in his chair.

"if i'd known what a good little cocksucker you were, I would've had you down here ages ago." he laughs.

"shut up." you spit out between gentle sucks, glaring at him as you stroke the length of his cock.

"love it when you talk back." walter says, holding up your hair into a ponytail as you return to sucking his length. he was a secret control freak, and as much as he loved watching you take the lead, he thought you had been doing that for long enough now.

just as he gently pushed down on your head, walter slowly lifts his leg and gently presses his heel into the flesh of your ass, driving you closer to him and goading more of his cock deeper inside your throat.

tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you continue to take as much of walter as he needed. you study his reactions, taking note of what he likes. quite funnily, walter’s eyes always seem to roll back into his head whenever you tease the slit of his tip; equally, you could never swirl your tongue around his dick without hearing a series of praises and grunts.

"fuck, baby, i'm so close---!" he groans out.

with those words, you quicken your pace, your head bobbing up and down with an impressive velocity. his hips begin to roll uncontrollably, shoving more of himself in you. your tongue presses against the underside of his cock, twisting and working with great drive.

walter drinks up the delicious sight, only made hotter by your submission to his hand. if only he could have you here, underneath his desk and working at his cock, during the day.

walter grunts loudly again and you feel his cock twitch violently inside your mouth.

"yea- here it comes, baby." you stifle your gag reflex and sheathe the entirety of his dick down your throat, choking as your feel the warm release pour down your throat.

for a few moments too long, walter holds your head down, rutting into you and releasing the final pieces of himself deep inside.

your head shoots up, having swallowed all his cum, albeit not without any struggle. still, walter continues to pump at his cock and hold your head at the crown of his cock. pushing your tongue out and awaiting the last of his load, the final ropes of cum spurt out.

however, you severely underestimate the power at which his cum shoots out, because whilst some of his load lands on your tongue as planned, it shoots across your whole face, including your lips, nose and eyelids.

with his index and middle fingers, walter wiped his semen off your face, scooping up the entirety and holding it to your lips.

"suck it."

your lips part to his demand and swallow his fingers. he urges his thick fingers inside until the knuckles were at your lips. walter presses his fingers onto your tongue, forcing his flavours around the inside of your mouth. your eyes showed hunger and he was feeding you.

walter taps his thigh, and you straddle his lap, his fingers still entrapped by your lips. then, incredibly slowly, he releases his fingers with a POP.

he draws you in for a kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. walter tastes himself on your tongue, and he loves how fucking filthy it is. your roll your hips into his dick, already growing hard again, and your ass is met by a firm smack on your ass and a loud yelp falling from your lips.

walter’s fingers tease at your pussy through the fabric whilst he laughes at your soft moans and whimpers. unable to support yourself, your arms wrap around his neck, with your head falling into his neck and inhaling his aftershave.

"you're soaked for me, baby," he teases as he continues to play with you like a toy. "been deprived of a good time for a while, haven't you?"

his hand slips inside your panties and presses himself between your lips. you hover over the man's cock, somehow already fully erect again, as you rock your hips into his fingers.

your moans are really loud. fortunately for the two of you, everyone else had already gone home: the two of you could be as noisy as you wanted, which walter almost definitely plans for you to. he mercilessly plays with your pussy, stunned at how your body reacts so beautifully to his touch.

you are too overcome with rapture to notice a strong arm wrap around and undo your bra in one swift movement. he grabs your tit, squeezing it tight.

in the same breath, you slip out of your panties, your entrance pressing against his aching cock. walter hugs you close, squeezing you against his well-built hairy chest. as he leans over to grab a condom, walter accidentally causes you to grind against his cock - the two of you moan out in unison.

walter rolls the condom on and feeds a generous glob of spit to his cock, rubbing it around. you place your hands on his shoulder before you lower yourself, allowing his dick to sink up slowly into your pussy.

whimpers escape your mouth. walter was just so fucking big.

"good girl--" he sigs, his nostrils flaring. "you're taking my cock so well."

you exhale in pleasure as you began to take in more and more of him. struggling to take in his beastly size, you hug him tight, though it results in his face buried in your tits. walter laps up a nipple and gives gentle suctions to your breast.

eventually, walter bottoms out with a deep groan erupting from his lips. his dick seems to press against your deepest insides. the two of you simply keep still for a few seconds, though it feels more like minutes. then, you begin to move again.

at first, it is slow and sensual, with the two of you falling into a passionate kiss, which seems to last forever and taste like paradise. his lips are soft yet hungry. his tongue is rough yet loving. his hands are gentle yet greedy. hips roll against eachother and you allow yours to rock deliciously into his body.

still with slow movements, walter grabs your hips and start to fuck upwards into your pussy. you match his pace and meet his tender thrusts. however, the absolute avarice in his eyes tells you that this gentleness and patience won’t last for too long.

and almost as if you had jinxed it, walter’s expression transitions to a smirk. the second warning is his tightening grasp on your hips, before his pace quickens suddenly.

as his rhythm evolves from leisurely to merciless, your moans fill the room, "oh- my- god-!"

"fuck- baby, you're fucking squeezing me." he almost reprimands, though the smile on his face suggests only amusement.

a harsh slap meets your ass.

fucking up into you at an ungodly speed, walter hugs you close by the hips. with no other choice, you collapse onto him, clutching him by his black curls.

“some good dick can turn any good girl into a naughty girl.” he teases.

“ngh-“ you’re too crazed to make any intelligible response. and walter smiles with self-satisfaction from watching you break yourself on his cock.

you pant out with each deep thrust.

“yes- yes- yes-“

suddenly, he slows and lets you go, leaning back into a relaxed position. a firm smack to your ass prompts you into moving again.

with your hands places on his chest for support, you throw your ass onto his dick. not quite meeting walter’s speed nor his ruthlessness, but it’s close.

walter leans back on his arms behind his head, amused from watching your feeble attempts to take his cock.

you regain your composure as your swirl your hips faster and ground into walter more and more. even for just a split second, you see his smug disguise slip, revealing an expression of pure lust.

you throw your head back as you feel your climax approach.

"what a good fucking slut." walter praises as his hands return to your ass and hips.

"yes-! yes--!" you exclaim through an exceptionally deep thrust. “hnghh!!"

his rhythm returns to his previous velocity - except that it is way sloppier.

"say it." walter says between grunts. "say that- you're just a dirty- little- slut— for me to fuck."

"i'm just dirty little slut!" you reply.

another smack.

"a dirty little slut for who?" walter chuckles darkly.

"just for you to fuck and nothing else!”

"good girl." he whispers as he holds you close.

he’s close too, you feel it. his noises are louder. his thrusts are reckless and his speed is slowing. and when you push down hard on his cock, walter just has to still.

"i'm close." he mutters weakly.

"already?"

fucker. you KNEW what you had done to him. your work to tease his cock so expertly was to be at blame.

“walter—“

“come for me.”

his sloppy thrusts grow faster as the two of you cry out in desperation and hunger. you embrace each other tightly as you finally let go of yourselves

the pleasure overwhelms you as you succumb to your orgasm. you slump over walter, who, too, chases his own high, eventually riding it out by swirling your hips around his cock, almost as if to tease out the last of his seed.

although breathless, your lips meet for a tired, messy kiss. walter’s tongue delves into your mouth and presses against your own as if it’s the last droplet of water in a desert.

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Could I please request an Eddie Munson fic with a female reader where they’re best friends and have a Horror Movie Friday every week, and at this one, she ends up sleeping over? Thank you! 💕

Scary Movie?

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: none really just fluff

Wordcount: 1059

A/N: hope I did well on your request, I'm honored that you enjoy my little writings <3

Friday has always been your favorite day of the week.

When you were little it always signified the end of the school week, free from classes with rowdy students and teachers that couldn’t control them, and though this was still a good reason for making it such a wonderful day it got even better after you met Eddie.

Eddie Munson the resident “freak” at Hawkins high and your best friend had declared Friday night as movie night not too long into your abruptly formed friendship. Every week you would head to his trailer with a wide smile on your face, a pizza, drinks, or snacks in hand and prepare for a night of random movies- almost always scary and meant to scare your socks off in a way that always made Eddie cackle- and fun. 

This week it was your turn to pick a movie and though you knew Eddie wouldn’t really like it you were fine with that as long as you didn’t have to sit through Poltergeist again.

“So what has the lady brought for us to watch this week?” Eddie sighs dramatically as he plops himself on the couch beside you, throwing his arm lazily around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. You move his arm off of you to stand and he frowns groaning at the unintentional rejection.

But you smile in thought at what reaction he might have as you dig through your bag for the movie you rented ignoring his dramatics in the background. Grin widening when you grab it and whip it into the air excitedly, “Behold! The glorious film of-,” Eddie cuts you off as he reads the title deadpanned and a little annoyed no longer into the playful mood he had just been in less than a minute ago, “Gremlins? Are you serious? We’re supposed to be watching scary movies.”

Eyes rolling at him as you pop open the case to insert the movie into the player insisting, “Gremlins is totally a scary movie those little fuckers are nightmare fuel and you know it.” you swing the case to point at him as you finish speaking. Eddie crosses his arms and pouts like a child mumbling something about how they are in fact not scary and he could totally beat them but you once again ignore his antics and insert the movie. 

Walking back over to the couch you throw yourself onto it and wrap your arm around him to pull his slouched body over to you similarly to what he had done to you only minutes before. He sighs giving in almost immediately and grabs onto your legs to pull them into his lap rubbing your leg up and down with his cold hands sometimes pitching at your sweatpants. Your head rests on his shoulder rubbing your cheek against the warn fabric of his band-tee while his own cheek rests against your hair, face a little covered by the wildness of it.

The two of you watch the movie but not without Eddie's quips and mumbles about how stupid it is and soon enough you're both half asleep as the credits roll up with the names of actors and producers.

You yawn and so does he, moving to stretch your hand bumps a little roughly against Eddie’s chin and you laugh.

“I know I made fun of your choice of movie but you didn’t have’ta hit me for it,” he grumbles to which you roll your eyes and reason, “If you weren’t so close to me all the time I wouldn’t have done that.” He pinches your side and gets up doing an exaggerated stretch of his own.

As you get up to gather your things Eddie watches you brows furrowed and eyes squinted as you throw your- once his- sweater into your tote bag and he looks out the window then looks back at you. “Y’know you could just stay over, right? I mean it's pretty late and- and I think Wayne wouldn’t mind… he likes you.” He finishes his sentence with a shrug with his hand rubbing shyly on the back of his heating neck. You look at him, contemplating, and look out the window then back at him. He’s right it's late and you suck at driving at night, Eddie likes to tease and ask how you even got your license.

“Oh! Uhhh sure why not?”

The grin that appears on his face makes you feel like you’re looking at the sun- he’s absolutely beaming at you.

“Perfect! I mean cool- yeah yeah cool, um you can take the bed and i’ll sleep out here.” A giggle leaves from your lips at his poorly hidden excitement. “Or and hear me out here,” Eddie raises a singular brow anticipation for your next words over shadowing his previous embarrassment, “we share the bed. I mean the two of us could totally fit, right?” 

The flush that overtakes your best friend's face makes you giggle once more, grabbing his hand to lead him to the room as he sputters out nonsense along the way. You think this is your new favorite version of him, shattering his cocky-ness to reveal a flustered mess.

When you two make it to the room you drop his hand and toss yourself down onto his blanket covered mattress sighing as you make contact with the plushness of it.

Gathering one of his pillows in your arms and letting your head fall onto it you finally turn to him, “c’mon you're the one that said it was late, I’m tired.” He’s moving before the words even finish leaving your mouth throwing himself on top of you lazily, “you’re right,” he lets out a faux yawn, “It’s sooooo late and I’m sooooo tired.” His arms wrap around your torso tightly and shoves his face into the crook of your neck- already he was back to his normal self. You cackle and try to push him off but it’s no use because he uses all of his strength to keep you pressed against him.

He only loosens his grip to let you twist in his hold to face him, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. “Love you.” The words are whispered so gently against the shells of his ear that he almost doesn’t hear you but he does.

“Love you too”

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Rating the Femme en Noir Crimson Peak collection when I should be going to bed (it's not ALL critical, actually!)

no judgment at all to people who like the collection. nothing can achieve higher than a 7/10 because it's all synthetic. let's get into it

Edith Victorian Gown in Ivory

...yeah! that's basically Edith's nightgown copied exactly, so it's a 7/10 from me

2. Lady Lucille Victorian Dress With Capelet In Teal

What. um. What does this have to do with anything Lucille wears? It's blue velvet and it's a dress; there the similarities end. Why is there a ruffly capelet? That's something Edith wears, not Lucille. Why are there leg-o-mutton sleeves? Why is there no trim whatsoever? (that last is to become a running theme.) 3/10.

3. Allerdale Moth Wallpaper Babydoll Dress in Olive

There's a longer version, and were it a natural fabric, I'd be tempted to buy it and alter it into a blouse and over-skirt or something. This one is honestly pretty cute, though I forget what part of the house this wallpaper appears in. 7/10.

4. Edith Victorian Knit Cardigan in Olive

I get that they want to modernize these things for their target audience, but the original being SO much more fitted and sumptuous-looking just makes this one look sad. It's like Wish.com Edith. 5/10 for at least keeping the little velvet pumpkins.

5. Ghost Shoulder Bag

If this were leather, I would buy it. Not a huge fan of Margaret being the ghost on the front, though- I feel like Enola or Eleanor would be more photogenic. Poor Margaret. 6/10 though they're lucky I don't take points off for calling it "vegan leather" in the description. Be honest- it's plastic.

6. Belladonna Maxi Dress in Crimson Red

This is just an existing product of theirs But In Red. Pretty, but 4/10 for lack of effort.

7. Lady Mourning Victorian Gown in Black

It's the nightgown in black with a sash. Try harder. 3/10 and I'm skipping any color repeats labeled as different dresses from here on out.

8. Mourning Victorian Bonnet in Black

You know what? Yeah. Sure! That's a cute bonnet. Good job. 7/10.

9. Lace Mourning Scarf Veil in Black.

You can get a yard of nylon chantilly lace for less than $28, pretty as this looks. 5/10.

10. Victorian Cycling Pullover Sweater in Black

I mean. I guess. What does this have to do with Crimson Peak, exactly? Why is "Lucille" wearing puffed sleeves when, again, her clothing being tight has so much character logic behind it? It's a mystery. 5/10.

11. Victorian Velvet Bustle Skirt in Black

This didn't photograph well, but it appears to have some cool pleat details. I don't like 19th-century skirts getting shortened, but that's more a matter of personal preference than reaction to movie inspiration or lack thereof. 6/10.

12. Taffeta Edwardian Blouse in Marigold

This comes in multiple colors, but I picked the marigold because it illustrates that Wish.com effect once again.

The OG bodice from the movie that they're clearly trying to evoke. It has DETAIL! it has TRIM! It has LUSH FABRIC! And obviously you can't do that with a mass-produced piece, but ye gods, why would you set yourself up for failure by trying? If they hadn't gone for the look of a specific movie costume, their blouse wouldn't look disappointing by comparison. 5/10

13. Wicker Tilt Hat With Black Veil

Once again I feel they shot themselves in the foot here. It's cute! But it suffers by trying to be something that was better in the movie.

Not great by comparison; it's TOO close without going all the way. 6/10 because it is cute, though.

[skipped a bunch more veils and some lace mitts, which were cute but have nothing to do with How Well Or Poorly The CPeak Inspiration Was Executed In My Opinion]

14. Victorian Hands Belt in Silver

THIS IS NOT THE CRIMSON PEAK HAND BELT. THIS IS NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE THE CRIMSON PEAK HAND BELT. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?

IT IS THIS 1970S BELT- WHICH, LIKE THE ONE IN THE MOVIE, IS NOT BASED ON ANY VICTORIAN ORIGINAL THAT I'M AWARE OF -THAT HAS BEEN COPIED 50000 TIMES. DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND WAIT FOR CUTTLE AND BONE TO HAVE ANOTHER PREORDER OF ACTUAL CPEAK HAND BELTS. 0/10.

Conclusion: Not all bad, but I feel like I actually would have gone in a more modern direction with the resources and limitations of this collection. You're never going to be as good as the movie costumes at their own game, not with mass-manufactured pieces. So why set yourself up for failure? Bringing the characters, themes, and motifs to a yet-unexplored time and place (with some Victwardian touches, of course!) seems like it would have been a better way to go about this, IMO.

Also stop being allergic to trim when you're taking inspiration from a movie with oodles of passementerie and beadwork and lace all over everything.

5/10 overall.

[telekinetictrait]

"I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world." (We Have Always Lived In The Castle – Shirley Jackson, 1962)

the 1960s were also known as the swingin' sixties, and that name could not be more appropriate. while some other decades had moved towards comfort, the 1960's truly embraced it. some of the youth simply threw on a tunic and stepped into some pants and walked out the door! the popularity of television broadcasted different styles and trends across the country and the world. new materials like acrylics and polyesters were cheap to produce and to buy, and made fashion more accessible than it ever had been. the swingin' sixties brought the youth miniskirts, striped sweaters, the boxy "mod" look, and the bright, fun makeup associated with famous artists like twiggy. some older women tended towards the skirt + suit jacket combination worn by first lady jackie kennedy, but the comfort of the youth was appealing to all ages. beatnik fashion was also popular, with trim black trousers and dark sweaters. in 1964, hairspray was the most popular beauty product on the market – and it showed in the elaborate updos of the era. as the decade drew to a close, the "hippie" style was a popular look among the youth, with loose fitting tops and baggy pants, as well as maxi skirts. many of the hippies incorporated crafts into their fashion, with patchwork and beadings becoming popular.

this is only a very brief summary – the trends and influences of the 1960s are vast and complex, just as the 1960s themselves were. the social revolutions mirrored the revolutions in fashion, and i could write essays about it. but i am tired and i moved in today.

1800’s / 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929 / 1930-1939 / 1940-1949 / 1950-1959

cc links under the cut!!

see my resources page for genetics

rachel : birksche's pam hair / fuckyeahunbichobolita's valentines dress / laundry day socks / renorasims' not so flat flats

remington : cats and dogs hair / dissia's retro fur coat accessory (tsr download) / get famous outfit / discover university socks / linzlu's 1960's shoes (download here)

rhiannon : buzzardly28's linda hair / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / gilded-ghosts' simply sweet dress / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / paranormal shoes

river : jools-simming's deborah beret / simadelics' curtain call hair / cottage living sweater / linzlu's 1960's pants (download here) / base game stockings / get together loafers

rjúpa : historysims4's 1960's coiffure / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / nords' retro reboot 60's hoop earrings (tsr downloads) / dzifasims' daisy dress / base game stockings / linzlu's 1960's shoes (download here)

roxanne : simduction's karen hair (updated by cyclopfrog) / fukkiemon's star pin / georgiapeachsims' mod madness makeup / get together outfit / base game bracelets / renorasims' leather wedge boots

ruslana : ravensim's terri hair / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / cottage living earrings / happylifesims' short one piece with scarf / get famous socks / serenity-cc's back to the sixties shoes

r'veena : kismet-sims' rosemary hair / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / get famous earrings / mysteriousoo's bright pants + tunic set (tsr download) / jius-sims' flower mary jane pumps

ryan : simduction's twiggy hair (updated by cyclopfrog) / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / liliili-sims' earrings #19 / marsmerizing-sims' lesley sweater / linzlu's 1960's skirt (download here) / base game stockings / cottage living lace-up heels

rzenia : marsosims' hita hair / brianitesims' nicks sunglasses / paranormal top / huiernxoxo's roxy pants / jius-sims' retro flower boots

thank you to @birksche @fuckyeahunbichobolita @renorasims @dissiasims @linzlu @buzzardly28 @needleworkreve @gilded-ghosts @blueraptorsden @jools-simming @simadelics @historysims4 @nords-sims @dzifasims @simduction @fukkiemon @georgiapeachsims @ravensim @happylifesimsreblogs @serenity-cc @kismet-sims @jius-sims @marsmerizing-sims @marsosims and @huiernxoxo !!

[guessimwritingblushblushnow]

Nimh General Headcannons

AN: First time I've ever written headcannons lmao hope I did it right

Masterlist

When Nimh was younger he spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals for his heart condition

As of the game, his condition is manageable

He will need a heart transplant eventually but he has several years before his condition advances to that point

Because he had so much exposure to doctors and nurses as a kid, he wanted to go into medicine as an adult. He couldn’t go into the standard medical jobs due to the stress they’d put on his heart so he became a patient aide instead (which fits with the PA in his stats)

As a patient aide he’s able to help others without risking his health

Plus, Nimh is a horrible gossip and no one has better tea than senior citizens

While most of his job would be cleaning, monitoring, and moving his patients, as a PA he would also be expected to talk to and form relationships with those in his care. 

So gossiping with the old ladies is actually encouraged

He picked up gardening as soon as he had a backyard, and absolutely adores every part of caring for his plants

His garden is the envy of the neighborhood, and Nimh is exceedingly proud of it

The produce he grows is used in another of his hobbies: baking

He finds the entire process relaxing, gets to decorate what he makes to look absolutely adorable, and ends the day with a delicious treat to satiate his sweet tooth. It’s a triple win as far as Nimh’s concerned

Many of the recipes he makes are actually given to him by his patients, and he brings these treats into work as often as he can to brighten their days

While incredibly popular amongst his patients, Nimh doesn’t have many friends outside of work

He has a close relationship with his family though, and does his best to visit often

In fact, whenever a traveling exhibit stops by the city’s local museum, Nimh and his parents make plans to go visit it together

The library is the only other place Nimh regularly spends time in, and while he won’t spend hours there like certain boys (Cashew), he visits once or twice a week to exchange books

He’s been a big reader for his entire life and used to spend entire days with his nose buried in whatever he could get his hands on

His favorite genres are romance and nonfiction, but he did go through a big magical girl phase that he never fully grew out of

Sailor Moon is a big comfort show to him, as well as most of the 2D animated disney movies

He just generally adores anything cute

His bed is actually so covered in plushies and blankets that it’s hard to find where he actually sleeps at night

His closet, likewise, is almost entirely full of adorable sweaters that are incredibly soft, several of which were hand made for him by his patients

Overall; Nimh is a Soft Boi and deserves a hug

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 33

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The next few days pass with a kind of mundaneness, going through the motions of your everyday life as usual. You text and call Charles in between breaks, usually late at night, because, as Sabrina Carpenter said, “I’m working late, ‘cause I’m a singer [and music producer]”. 

Charles sends you a text one night. Are your suitcases packed?

…No,why?, you reply.

You didn’t forget that I’m taking you with me to LA, did you?

Shit. It had completely slipped your mind with how busy you’d been on a recent project. 

…I did. Ok, thanks for the reminder though, I’ll get that done ASAP.

When’s the flight?

Of course, baby. I knew you had a lot on your mind. Flight’s in 2 days, I’ll pick you up around 1:30 pm, we board at 2:45.

…

The day of the flight, the moment Charles steps into your place, you drop everything and rush to him, hugging him tightly. He oofs in surprise but then reciprocates. “I missed you”, you mumble into his hoodie, squeezing him tighter. 

When you part, he regards you with soft eyes and a little smile, cupping your cheek (which you lean into), and bending down to leave a peck on your lips. “I missed you too Cherie.”

By the time you’re boarding the plane, which you find out is somewhat private, meant to transport all the grid drivers to their destinations together, you are a ball of nervous energy. Now that you knew that the other drivers and their WAGs (a term Marie taught you, now that the two of you were a part of the category) would be there, you were worried about first impressions. 

You hear loud laughter coming from inside the aircraft, and Charles manages to drag you in. You feel all eyes turn to you as your boyfriend pulls you along to your seats. You stand awkwardly, unsure of how to act when one of the women rises and welcomes you, taking your hand to come sit with her instead. “Hello! I’m Francisca, but just call me Kika. I’m Pierre’s girlfriend. Come sit with me and the girls so we can get to know each other more. Us women need to stick together, you know?”

Turning to Charles, you silently ask if it’s alright for you to leave your intended seat and join the WAGs instead. You get your answer when one of the other drivers, Max? claps Charles on the shoulder and hands him a Nintendo controller, plopping down into your original seat as Charles shrugs at you.

You get introduced to Kelly, Lily, Heidi, Lily Z., Carmen, and Rebecca, all wonderful, beautiful women. You share stories about your different occupations, and how each person met their partner. You meet P, Max and Kelly’s daughter, a sweet little girl bubbling over in curiosity. When it’s your turn to share, you tell the ladies about California being your home state, and one of your plans being to go to some beaches. 

“Wow! Can we come too?”, asks Kika. 

“Sure, I’m sure Charles won’t mind.”

“Yay! Ok, I’ll just check with Pierre, he should be fine with it.”

“And I’ll talk to Carlos. There’s no way that man’s going to refuse me”, says Rebecca slyly. 

Kelly tells you that unfortunately, she’d already made plans to take Penelope to Disneyland, and Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, tells you that she’d love to come, but she has a golf tournament the entirety of her stay. 

The eight of you bond over how cute your drivers are and predict how the next GP will go.

…

When you land in LA, you’re met with a sweltering heat you certainly hadn’t missed. The staff drop all of you off at our respective hotels. Charles changes out of his sweater and into a T-shirt. You decide to stay in for the day and rest. 

“Wow! An infinity pool! That’s so cool, I’ve never seen one before!”, you exclaim excitedly as you skip around the hotel room– No, actually, the hotel suite because your boyfriend just didn’t know how to even pretend to be broke. Not that you minded, duh. Poor man had to follow you around as you yanked him around by the arm. 

You both take some cooling showers and change into some thinner clothes for the sake of not melting into the ground from the heat.

Refreshed and lazing around in each other’s comfort, Charles rolls on top of you. “Oof”, you groan. He simply ignores you and lays his head on your stomach while you run your fingers through his hair. “Cheri, I think I’m going to take a nap like this.”

You let out a horrified shriek. “Charles! I will literally die if you do that. You DO know that you have a huge head… and a lot of it is from your ego.”

He tickles you in response and you squeal, squirming to get out from under him, but his weight on top of you traps you, his fingers relentles. When you finally manage to take a breath, cheeks flush and glowing, hair askew, Charles pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of you. “What was that for?”

“Mmm, I finally have the perfect lock screen wallpaper, duh.” He sticks his tongue out at you.

You hum, unable to move yet. “Your fingers are evil”, you comment. 

Your boyfriend just lifts his head and smirks, mirth in his eyes. “Really? You’ll be saying something VERY different about my fingers in a few months.”

You just quirk an eyebrow, confused by what he means when it hits you. Somehow you find it in you to smack him. “Charles, ewwww!” And the little bitch just cackles. You mumble something into your arm. 

“What was that baby?”

You whine, refusing to repeat, but he pokes your stomach again and you’d rather not be tickled again while you’re already so weak from the last round. “I said… it might not take a few months…”, and somehow you manage to turn even redder while you watch his eyes widen and pupils dilate.

[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part I

Summary: Y/N is an actress on Supernatural. After becoming pregnant, her boyfriend leaves her, not wanting anything to do with the baby. Unsure of what the future holds, her male co-stars show her that she’s not alone. 

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, nervous reader, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k 

Author’s Note: I only have two parts of this story written, and unless it gets major traction, I’m not sure I’ll be writing more. I didn’t want to be a tease and leave y’all hanging, but those who’ve responded said they don’t care and would like to read anyway. Let me know if I should keep going! 

Filming had only resumed one week ago, and you were already having difficulty hiding your pregnancy. Hiatus had come at the perfect time, right when you were really starting to show, but now that you were in your fifth month, loose sweaters and baggy shirts were no longer able to conceal your constantly expanding stomach. You had told wardrobe and the show’s producers, but the life growing inside of you was still a secret to most of the cast and crew.

It had been a hectic day on set, and you were beyond grateful when Bob called for lunch. You saw some of the guys head into Jensen’s trailer and figured now was as good a time as any to tell them you were expecting. Before you could lose the gumption, you marched up to the door, pausing only briefly before knocking.

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Jensen smiled as he opened the door and stepped aside for you to come in. A loud roar of laughter filled the air.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Not at all!” Jensen picked up his plate and pulled out the chair he had been using. “Have a seat.”

Along with the featured cast, many guest actors were in town to shoot a special episode. Jared and Misha were sitting at the kitchenette table with Rob while Alex and Rich enjoyed their lunch on the sofa.   

“I think I’ll stand. Thanks, though, Jay.” The palpable apprehension coursing through you was in stark contrast to the lighthearted atmosphere in Jensen’s trailer, and your mood didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Misha asked. Before the break, most of the cast had noticed and even discussed your unusually reserved and distant nature. Misha wondered if your current trepidation had anything to do with your pre-hiatus behavior.

“Yes.” You answered with uncertainty.

You had shared your pregnancy with some of the women in the cast earlier that week, and while their support and advice had been immensely heartening, it was emotionally exhausting going over your story again and again. You thought it’d be easier telling all the guys at once. Now, as your eyes scanned the room, you grew increasingly anxious seeing everyone’s attention on you. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

“I have some news to share.” you said hesitantly.

“Good news, I hope?” Rob cautioned, his voice full of anticipation.

“Great news, actually.” You took a deep breath, uncrossed your arms, and opened your sweatshirt. “I’m pregnant.”

You smiled tentatively, not knowing how everyone would take the news. After what felt like ages, Alex stood to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Congratulations, Y/N/N!” He beamed, kissing you on the cheek.

Rob and Rich were close behind, both of them pulling you into a warm hug.

“How far along are you?” Rob smiled as he leaned out of the embrace. He held you at arm’s length, taking in the sight of your bump.

“I’m just over five months along.”

“You look great!” Rich exclaimed.

“You really do.” Rob affirmed, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “I’m amazed you were able to hide this from us for so long. Now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”

“The ladies in wardrobe were very helpful.” You smiled coyly.

You were relieved that Rob, Rich, and Alex seemed genuinely happy, but you couldn’t shake the deafening silence radiating from the table behind you.   

Jared, Jensen, and Misha still hadn’t said anything, so you turned to face them. When your eyes met theirs you could see their shock. They were the big brothers you never had, and you told each other everything. The most painful part of keeping your pregnancy a secret was lying to the three of them, but you had to process your own feelings before telling everyone else. You never imagined you’d find yourself alone and pregnant. In an instant, you went from being a responsible twenty-something who made all of the right decisions to a statistic mothers tell their daughters to scare them into abstinence. It had taken you months to come to terms with your new future. You had no idea how the boys would react.

“Do you know who the father is?” Jared questioned, breaking through the nervous silence.

“Jare.” Jensen chastised, reaching over and smacking Jared upside the head.

“It’s okay.” You flashed them both a soft smile, trying to ease some of the tension. You knew Jared didn’t mean any harm; it was a legitimate question that came from a place of sincere curiosity and not of judgment or ridicule. You hadn’t mentioned to them that you’d been seeing someone for a few months prior to getting pregnant. Your male cast mates tended to be a little too overprotective in the boyfriend department, so you didn’t usually go out of your way to share stories about your dating life.

“I do.” you confirmed. 

“Does he know?” Jared followed up.

“Now that deserves a hit.” you joked, raising your eyebrows and nodding your head toward Jared. As if rehearsed, Jensen brought his hand down across the back of Jared’s head, ruffling his hair in the process.

Everyone snickered, but their laughter quickly faded when they noticed your somber expression.

“He said he isn’t ready to be a father,” your hands instinctively moved to your stomach, “and he doesn’t want any part of this.”

“Y/N, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Jare.” you assured, cutting his apology short. Your heart fell at the sight of his sheepish face. The looks of pity you received when telling your story never got easier.

Jensen walked over and placed a hand on the small of your back. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?” he asked, unsure of what else to say.  

“I am.” Jensen looked at you suspiciously. “Really, I am.”

Your response was truthful. Life circumstances had taught to be strong and capable, and while you knew it would be the greatest challenge you ever faced, you felt prepared to handle life as a single mother. You were built for it.

After a moment of contemplation, you let out a deep sigh. “I just feel bad this little one won’t have a father.”

Your voice was almost a whisper, but everyone in the room heard your concern. A shadow of sadness cast over their faces, each of their hearts quietly breaking at the thought of you and your baby on your own.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone.” Misha reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I will always be here for you.” His blue eyes were full of kindness. 

“We will always be here for you.” Jared emphasized, standing to pull you into a hug.

Their sentiments were beyond touching, but you knew the inordinate amount of work that went into raising a baby, and it was a responsibility you had come to accept alone. You were never one to burden others with your needs, and all of these men had their own families. The last thing you wanted was to interject into their already busy lives.

Not wanting to fight their well intentions, you simply said “Thank you,” and leaned further into Jared’s comforting embrace.

The second you closed the trailer door behind you, everyone let out an audible sigh.

“That explains a lot.” Alex said.

“I’m really worried about her.” Rob confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Me too,” Jensen agreed, “She has such a hard time asking for help, and she’s definitely going to need it.”  

“We have to show her we’re serious about being there for her and being a part of this baby’s life.” Misha asserted.

A broad smile spread across Rich’s face, and he stood up from the sofa.

“I think I have an idea.”

Part II

Masterlist

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP5/8 O CLOCK AT THE OASIS (PART 3) Aka SweaterPaws, Fake Fish, The Best Okuh Ever, And Jess Mariano Is A Waterlogged Infant Kitten

Parts 1 & 2 and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

This scene of Rory overhearing an answering maching message from Dwight's irate wife combines two of AmyShermanPalladino favorite things: answering machines and (the voice of) Alex Borstein (Celine & Drella on GG, Suzie on Mrs Maisel. Also Lois on Family Guy). Gilmore Girls Producer: Attention, Gilmore Girls crew! It has come to my attention that our budget will not cover both Outdoor Landscaping Scenes and Fishtanks. Sacrifices will have to be made.

Finally she admits to herself that Dean is a serial killer. And casual swearing from Rory? Wow, what a delight to hear.

!!!SWEATER PAWS ALERT!!!!

What do the kids say? Unbothered. Moisturized. Flourishing? In my lane? Something like that. It's clearly a school day (since Rory is in her uniform) while it appears to be a rare day where Jess hasn't been scheduled to work in the Coffee Mines before school. Speaking of school, he's walking away from school instead of towards it and is not carrying any school supplies or a backpack. He looks happy. Just vibing in his ugly oversized clothing. Hopefully he looks up every so often so he doesn't walk face first into a lamp post.

Or that.

Blue Crush was a 2002 movie about a girl who surfs starring Kate Bosworth. Get it? Cause Rory is covered in water?

Hey. Eyes up top, Pal.

The floofy hair. The prominent draggy lip. The five o'clock shadow. Salty enjoys naming things she can see.

How many of Jess' books have been ruined with water? 2 so far. The answer is 2.

And now...ladies and Gentlemen...I present the greatest Milo Okuh Ever Okuh'D:

Get you a man who will risk soaking himself and pretend he didn't assist you with turning off a sprinkler so your boyfriend Dean won't fly into a jealous rage over it. It brings a tear to ol Salty’s eye. The episode wraps up with Lorelai attempting to end the Peyton Sanders nonsense by apologizing to Emily and taking the blame for the entire incident. Silly Lorelai, she didn't consider "What would Emily Gilmore think?" first and foremost before agreeing to go on one date with a random guy. I mean, Lorelai declining a second date with Peyton could have caused Emily to lose rank in her Tea Party Circle with Peyton's mother or some nonsense like that, according to a ridiculous story Richard just told Lorelai earlier in the episode. Let me be clear here, in case the message got a little lost- I am 100% siding with Lorelai here. She should not have to grovel like this over something so meaningless.

HOGWASH. Stop this right now Lorelai. Emily is standing just a few feet away and you're in a kitchen filled with many sharp knives and cooking implements. I'll look the other way. She even agrees to go on a second date with Peyton just to pacify Emily even though she just made it painfully clear how miserable it would make her to see this dude again. Emily is quite pleased seeing Lorelai's state of misery. Well, like I said earlier, you do only have a very small window of time before David Bowie stops performing forever, so go for it I guess. Take the tickets, then drop Hamm. Drop him like Rory dropped out of Yale. I have a final comment: Although by the end of this episode we don't see Rory at school, one would have to presume that after the sprinkler incident she either had to get on the bus and go to school sopping wet or go home and change and blowdry her hair and risk being very late to class. Either she gets reprimanded for showing up to school late or she gets reprimanded for the wet uniform and hair so she's screwed no matter what. If he didn't take an ounce of pity on Rory for her Hit By A Deer story, do you think Headmaster Charleston would buy some fantastical tale from Rory about her tardiness being due to a sprinkler, sweater paws, a neighbor with a board game fetish, and Dean the unabomber?

[shadowqueenjude]

about the dawn court people being east Asia inspired - feyre says something when she sees Nuan at the high lord meeting about how Amren must have chosen a fae form similar to Nuan's bloodline. If Amren is east-asian coded, so is Nuan and thesan too, having at least one parent hailing from xian (am i reading too far into xian sounding so stereotypical, maybe, do i care rn, no). they also say that a majority of the dawn court hails from xian. thesan is supposed to have brown skin (again, please give a better descriptor) so he's mixed.

no one's clothes or architecture reflects anything concrete regarding their inspiration and its such a hodge podge it's so painful to try to discern where the differentiation between courts are. Spring court - because of the name tamlin correlates to a myth about a guy named tam lin who is kind of being held captive by the queen of faeries who needs to be rescued by his mortal lover that he met like suuuper recently, I'm placing the spring court in a place that reflects a medieval scotland. clothes are fairly accurate not in detail but in the sense of material and idk just general existence (women wear dress, man wear breeches, idk) I love that! so simple! Everything makes sense! So then why in dawn are we having technological advances in a steampunk sort of way and similar "old fashioned" clothes to spring, but then in the night court (velaris, the other's i think are fairly period accurate), there are all these advancements in fashion like leggings and pullover sweaters and whatever else she's wearing in the last two books, yet they have the same tech as everyone else barring dawn. (Doing a small pass on the bodysuit armor things because I'm just assuming that's people's artistic interpretations of her visions)

ALSO, how are they self sufficient if they're a closed off city? They aren't harboring secret technology that helps their city run, they are one city and also A CITY so like, no resources, no agriculture. who tf are they getting their things from if they are an invisible city that no one knows about? same thing with how they're getting trades that they wouldn't have been able to make themselves. Also, at this point I would like to propose the idea of wing armor. you have siphons which can idk make shields. HAVE YOU TRIED SHIELDING YOU'RE VERY SENSITIVE AND MASSIVELY TARGETED WINGS FROM DANGER?? in conclusion I'm tired and also a fashion/history nerd, okay bye

Ahhhh yes I see what you mean about Dawn now! Yeah, I always imagine Spring to be like medieval Scotland, and I'm guessing Autumn is medieval England? Rhysand is a Welsh name I believe, so Night is supposed to be Wales??? But the Illyrians are also supposedly POC and there's some evidence of Indian influence there too (barf, night is NOT indian at all), so I'm stuck on that one. Dawn is East Asian while Day is...Middle Eastern? Winter maybe Norway or some Scandinavian country? And Summer I'm assuming is supposed to be from some place in Africa, but it's all very vague. Also more points about Velaris: how is their fashion sense so...modern? Since everything is so closed off...shouldn't their fashion be stuck in the 1600s or whenever they closed their borders? Why don't they open their borders to Dawn since they're sooooo close to the Solar courts supposedly??? Has it not occurred to them that Nuan, who made Lucien's metal eye, could also construct new wings for the Illyrian ladies who got theirs cut off? Or do they just not care? They don't but SJM is trying to convince us they do.

Yeah how in the flying fuck is Night surviving on no industry whatsoever? No trade? No agriculture, nada? Because we have no evidence of the Illyrians producing anything either, besides "warriors." My explanation for this is kind of inspired by @kateprincessofbluewhales 's headcanon, but what if the Illyrians are like mercenaries? They're hired to fight for other courts and in exchange they receive all of their necessities and more which the Illyrians then send back home to their wives and children. This still doesn't explain how Velaris operates, but I'm sure Rhysand crutches on the Illyrians' profits to keep shit going and that's part of why they resent him. I'VE BEEN SAYING IT FOR AGES. WINGS ARE SUCH A VULNERABILITY. THEY MAKE YOU SUCH AN EASY TARGET. WHY IS THERE NO WING ARMOR??? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL TOO. BUT NO, WE'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST ACCEPT THERE'S NOTHING COOL ABOUT THE WINGS AT ALL AND MOVE ON.

[pangeasoftware]

Do you consider yourself more weird or normal than most people?

I live in the pacific northwest, and am a barrel-chested 6'2 white man with a shitty beard and blonde hair down to my nipples. I have a septum piercing and wear clear horn-rimmed glasses. I drive a used manual subaru outback. I wear ironic trucker hats and pullover sweaters and carhartt et. al.. I like retro 90s anime aesthetic. I have what many would say is probably too much screen time in a day, but am working on it in fits and starts. I like craft beer, but mostly local ones only - i've also worked through my IPA phase already. I'm entering my late twenties, and I work part time for a non-profit while going back to school for software engineering. I have a dog, Wrigley, and a cat, Domino, who live with me and my partner who I met on the internet as well as my highschool friend from my hometown. We've been trying out the whole "polyamory" thing with a little white lady from the botany program at my state college. I lift weights maybe 3 times a week when i'm on top of my life, but it's been more like a couple times a month since I went back to school. At times, I would describe myself as a "bedroom producer", and those in my life say that i am a bit of a music snob. I'm addicted to alcohol, pornography, and binge eating. I have adult ADHD and anxiety, and was in the gifted program in school before my academics went south in middle and high school. I'm self conscious about my hairline, and have considered taking supplements for it however have weighed the pros and cons and decided it's not worth the risk. I've got really bad sciatica from working in a warehouse in my teens and early twenties and getting in a car accident a few years back. People in my life would describe me as very kind and caring at the best, or well-intentioned but ineffective at the worst. I tend to steamroll people in conversations or other social situations and don't do well in large groups, because i have a lot of attention and self-esteem issues.

[lazygyodza]

I caught a ducking cold, so here's Easy to Get Cold Lady and her caring Bull

He's the shy one

and he makes sweaters and knitted dresses for her, knitting is one of his hobbies.

These r my older art, I'm currently working on redesigning them a lil, so don't be surprised if they look a lil bit different, next time u see them.

My nose is stuffed and I'm producing record amounts of snot simultaneously, but it won't stop me from drawing huge voluptuously bosomed monster husbands and their human wives. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Side note to whatever magical creature reading that - now is the time to feel grateful that ur nose isn't stuffed - take a deep inhale through it and enjoy the freedom (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[fuwapower-prettycure]

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! Episode 2

A Sparkling Song! Cure Shine's Stellar Debut!

In a cozy corner of Mahou Monogatari, Mochizuki Maika chattered endlessly, asking question after question without pausing, much to Nighty’s dismay. Twyla sat in Maika’s lap and watched as Ms. Yumeno approached with a well-loved serving tray in her hands.

Ms. Yumeno set the treat-filled tray down on a nearby table and took a seat across from Maika. She enjoyed indulging the girl’s curiosity. Not only that, but watching Nighty’s continuous failed attempts to interrupt her was wonderful entertainment.

Yumeno carefully listened to each question posed, making a mental note to write them down so as not to interrupt her friend’s train of thought. When her young charge stopped to catch a breath, the imminent explanation—and a desperate nudge from her feathered friend—led Yumeno to break Maika’s chattering streak.

She sighed. “Maika, dear. There is much to discuss. You know of our homeland, yes?”

That ceased her companion’s excited rambles. The girl shook her head. “I know the Sweet Dream Kingdom’s name. That’s it though.” She began fiddling with her hands, a stark contrast to her wild energy mere moments earlier. “The only time you guys mentioned her was when Nighty said she had fallen. Does that mean…?” Green eyes grew wide with realization, anticipating the answer she wished wouldn’t come.

The blue owl perched beside Yumeno nodded silently. In Maika’s lap, Twyla slumped heavily, seeking wordless comfort in the warmth of her friend’s sweater.

Ms. Yumeno spoke, “Queen Chiharu was the ruler of Sweet Dream Kingdom, a land where we are able to see and control Yumeki; Magic that is produced by resting one’s self.” She explained, “Chiharu was a benevolent woman. She began her journey as my own pupil. “ As the memory of her late protégé surfaced, she clutched her skirt in one hand and stroked Nighty’s soft feathers with the other. Nighty took over and leaned into her touch.

“A short while ago, our Queen fell ill. She was knocked down so suddenly, it almost seemed unnatural. With Our Lady so sick, Nocturna’s rebellion known as Dream Eaters were given the perfect opportunity to pounce. They attacked the palace, and Queen Chiharu fought until she no longer could; Determined to protect her people.

“I was there for the last exchange between her and Nocturna, too weak to move. As Her Majesty was struck down for the final time, she used her remaining power to place a curse on Nocturna. A spell of eternal insomnia, which took away her ability to produce Yumeki.”

Shaking out his feathers, he finished his tale, “But Nocturna won’t give up. Even though she can no longer sleep and generate her own magic, she is bent on remaining powerful. That’s why she’s here. Stealing the Yumeki of others is just the beginning. If she finds Queen Chiharu’s Dreaming Candle—her magical staff—there’s no telling what she’ll be able to do.” Nighty finished, his tiny and tense figure being pet gently by his old friend. Maika cut in, eager to get the answer of her most pressing question. “That Dreaming Candle, where is it? If Nocuturna is sending people to Fuwayama then it has to be here.” She suddenly made to get up. Twyla squeaked in surprise when lifted from her friend’s lap so abruptly. “That means she could find it any minute! Why are we just sitting around?”

A calloused hand raised to calm her. Yumeno spoke, “I know Nocturna. She is not foolish. Sending her magic-wielding army to a small Japanese city with no clue of the staffs whereabouts would never work.”

Nighty spoke once more as Maika sat herself down. “Just before she was defeated, the Queen tried to send the Dreaming Candle here; Straight to Eiko. Nocturna did her best to stop her, but only succeeded at breaking the staff into pieces. The separate parts of it still got to Fuwayama, thankfully.” He sighed with a slight smile, “Where? We don’t know. The silver lining, though, is neither does Nocturna.”

With their dilemma properly explained, Twyla jumped at her chance to pitch in. She leapt back into Maika’s lap and tapped a tiny, soft hoof to her sweater. “That means you and the other Pretty Cure need to find all the pieces before she can~twi! Together, we’ll fix the Dreaming Candle and stop her for sure.”

Maika gasped, feeling an anticipatory grin spread across her face. In the whirlwind of revelations she had thrown herself into, she almost forgot about the most important part of her mahou shojo story; Her team!

Determination flooded her heart. This mission seemed dangerous, yes, but what good story lacks high stakes? As Cure Reverie and her powerful team of Pretty Cure, Maika would defeat this great evil, no doubt! She gave an empowered nod, eyes shining with anticipation.

“What are we waiting for, then? Let’s find my team!”

~☆~

~☆~

“Hmm… I wonder if I get a weapon?”

Three days after her life-changing encounter with the Sweet Dream Kingdom escapees, Maika sat at a desk in her half-occupied dorm room. She sighed and looked out of one of her two windows. The first few days of classes had been mostly uneventful, aside from the familiar realization that her academic ability is nothing compared to her classmates. She crossed her arms and fell victim to her wandering thoughts.

It was still quite hard to believe that she was a magical warrior now. Though her favorite manga protagonists had proven that a clumsy girl doesn’t make a clumsy fighter, Maika highly doubted any of those titular characters required being physically restrained by a (surprisingly strong) old woman to keep from spilling their fantastical secret.

“I can’t believe they didn’t let me tell the Fuwayama Feature! A news station like that would eat this up. It’s only natural that I’d be over the moon about getting magical powers.” She whined to herself, head lolling to the side and eyes locking onto the single Cure Clock placed before her on the desk.

“Besides, if my three other Cures saw the news, they’d come running to us! Problem solved,” a playful smile graced her features, “and the sooner we find them, the sooner I can be friends with them!” The whimsical image of her future, color-coded teammates clouded Maika’s mind with no resistance.

A sudden, powerful knock at the door sounded, shocking Maika out of her thoughts—and chair—with a soft thunk on the carpeted flooring. The doorknob turned, letting in the hallway’s fluorescent light.

Through the threshold, a bright figure appeared. Maika, blinded by their radiance, was wholly unprepared for the shining star that came to greet her.

“Hello yellow! Your new best friend, Hirano Kirari, is here!” The mesmerizing girl stood tall as she scoured the room for her assigned roommate. It took her no time to notice the starstruck redhead splayed out on the floor. She leapt forward and reached out a flawlessly manicured hand.

In a flash, the poor girl was yanked up. “Mochizuki Maika, yes? It’s so nice to meet you! The school uniform looks so adorable on you! I love how the room looks! I hope we have class together! This is all so super shining!” Kirari’s words came out at a lightning-fast pace, her ecstatic aura almost visible with how strongly it emanated.

One could easily be put off by such a high-energy introduction; Such spirit is hard to come across on a Wednesday afternoon. Maika, however, once recovered from the initial shock of her roommate’s debut, responded with equal enthusiasm. After all, the Kirari standing before her was a once in a lifetime encounter. “You’re Kira-Kirari! My roommate is a pop star?” She gaped.

“The one and only, darling!”

With that response, the girls—both bursting with happiness—grabbed each other’s hands. Excited giggles filled the room, reaching through the opened door to alert neighboring dorms.

~☆~

“Mai-Mai! It’s time to get up!”

A groan came from under the covers of the right-most bed. Without leaving her warm cocoon, Maika’s hand blindly reached for her bedside table and retrieved her glasses. She sat up, slipping them on and scratching her horribly tangled hair. A low whine left her throat. “Kirarinnn… how are you already dressed? It’s only 8. I wanna sleep!” She slurred.

Kirari, ready to go and humming a song, chuckled at her friend’s sleepy complaints. “Mai-Mai, it’s 8:20. We start class in ten minutes.”

Suddenly, Maika shot up, glasses slipping down her nose. “WHAT? WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?” She cried, leaping into action and speeding through her morning routine.

“You looked so cute all cuddled up! I didn’t want to interrupt.” Blue eyes followed the blur of red around the room. “And if we’re late, I’ll tell the teacher that you were just showing me around,” she comforted. “I’ve got your bag. Are you ready?” Kirari handed her roommate her school bag as Maika, no longer looking like a disaster, walked up to her.

With a nod from the shorter girl, both set off to classroom 1-A. As they walked through the main first-year building, all students roaming the hallway went quiet. The only audible words were no louder than a whisper, everyone present astonished by the new student walking among them.

Maika, despite knowing her peers paid her no attention, began sweating bullets. All eyes turned to the pair of girls. She took a deep breath, wondering how Kirari could ever deal with such an overwhelming amount of focus on her. She nudged her roommate’s arm, opening her mouth to ask, “Kira—”

Before she could utter another sound, the crowd pounced.

“Kira-Kirari, is that you?”

“You never announced that you’d be coming here!”

“What class are you in? I need to tell my sister. She’ll be so jealous!”

Dozens of students swarmed Kirari, who tensed but handled the situation with immense grace. She reached for Maika’s hand, hoping to drag them both away, but was surprised to discover that Maika had disappeared!

Of course, she hadn't really. But with the mob’s sudden movement and the rapid rise in volume, Maika was pushed back and out of Kirari’s way. She fell into a wall, narrowly avoiding a straight hit to her nose. In a hurry, she made to run back to her friend’s side without realizing how dizzy she became. After managing only two very uncoordinated steps, she stumbled into a pair of arms.

“Are you alright, Mochizuki-San?” The kind voice of an upperclassman asked.

Maika’s green eyes shot up, meeting the pair belonging to her savior. A bright blush exploded across her cheeks in surprise. She so desperately wished to step back and prevent further embarrassing herself but found that she couldn’t bring her legs to move. With an unusually squeaky voice, she greeted, “Takahashi-Senpai!”

The upperclassman, Takahashi Airi, sighed fondly and helped Maika regain her balance. “Be careful, Mochizuki-San. It looks like Kira-Kirari already has quite the fan club trailing after her.”

“How could she not,” a bright voice chirped! A girl around Maika’s age stepped away from the crowd, her fluffy blond curls bouncing with her every excited step. “Kira-Kirari is amazing! I’ve been to every one of her shows this year! She’s performed at, like, every venue in Fuwayama.” Brown eyes seemed to sparkle as they settled on Maika and Airi.

Now fully reoriented, the redhead spoke. “You’re so lucky, Nao-San! I’ve never been to one of her shows. Maybe I can ask if I can come with her to the next one. I’d be a bad roommate if I didn’t support her, right?” Maika’s face scrunched up slightly in thought, unaware of the sudden shock on Nao and Airi’s faces

Nao jumped forward; Just enough to tiptoe on the edge of Maika’s personal bubble. “You’re her roommate?” She squealed. When she got an energetic nod in response, Nao immediately released her barrage of questions. Only a few were able to make it out, though, as a soft hand came down on her shoulder with a surprisingly stern grip.

“Hidaka-San. You can ask questions later. Right now, we should get to class.” Airi’s sweet voice instructed. She gently pulled Nao away from Maika and looked down the hallway, making a pleased sound. “Thank goodness, the mob is gone. Now we won't have to fight our way to homeroom.”

Airi gave both underclassmen a gentle pat on the head. “Have a good day, Hidaka-San, Mochizuki-San. I hope to see you two around,” she said, before making her way to her own homeroom.

A pouty Nao followed suit, leaving Maika to stand alone in the hallway that, only moments before, was filled with the ecstatic cheering of her classmates. She wiggled her fingers and took a breath—preparing for the inevitable chaos that came with her famous roommate’s first day of class—and set off.

~☆~

Over the excited chattering of Class 1-A, Fuwayama Prep’s newest student wrote her name with showy letters and took a bow. “Hello to all my shining stars! Hirano Kirari, pleased to meet you.”

The only thing stopping Maika and her classmates from erupting into ecstatic applause was the strong look of warning from their teacher, Miyano-Sensei. She turned to Kirari, her glare replaced by a polite smile. “We’re so glad you’re here, Hirano-San. Please take a seat. Your desk is right beside Mochizuki’s.”

Kirari nodded, giving a sharp salute before making her way to sit at the desk right of her spectacled friend’s. She leaned over and gave Maika a cheeky thumbs up. “I can’t wait to start the day. Please, take care of me, Mai-Mai!” She whispered. The redhead nodded and returned the gesture of encouragement.

It was an hour into class when Maika realized that Kirari, in fact, did not need someone to ‘take care of her.’ In a short time, she had already proven herself as an outspoken, intelligent, all-around star student.

Classmates would swarm Kirari’s desk the second a period ended. Though she’d already made it clear that she wouldn’t be giving autographs or anything of the like, Class 1-A was still ravenous for any interaction they could get with the local celebrity.

By lunchtime, Maika had lost track of her roommate. She walked through the school’s courtyard with her lunch in hand. “And here I was hoping I’d have a permanent lunch buddy,” she sighed. She stopped at a tree residing in the far end of the courtyard. Just as Maika was about to sit down, though, she heard the tree… humming?

“Mai-Mai! Fancy seeing you here.”

Maika looked up and screeched, almost dropping her food. Up in the tree’s branches was none other than Kirari!

“Ki-Kirarin?!” The shocked girl stuttered out. What on earth had possessed her friend to eat lunch among the leaves?

Kirari chuckled. “The one and only! Are you surprised? Turns out I’m good at singing AND climbing trees.” She explained. “And, honestly? I really didn’t want to eat lunch surrounded by our entire grade. I love all my fans, but I came here to make friends, not have daily meet-n-greets.”

“Wow! That crowd didn’t just happen this morning, then? I don’t know how you do it,” Maika said staring upward.

Kirari’s eyes lit up in relief and happiness. She shifted downwards, reaching her hand out to Maika. “Would you like to join me up here? The breeze feels wonderful.”

A green-eyed gaze met bright turquoise, and Maika responded, “I’ve actually never climbed a tree before. I won’t break my back if I fall, right?” She lifted her left hand.

Her caution was met with a playful laugh. “Mai-Mai, this tree is tiny compared to the ones I grew up around. You’ll be fine, I won’t let you fall. So don’t worry.”

Maika gripped the offered hand tightly and let out a small yelp as she was half-led, half-pulled up into the branches. She settled across from Kirari; Eternally grateful that her boxed lunch was still intact. As she adjusted herself to find a secure way to sit, she noticed Kirari’s right uniform sleeve had been pulled up when lifting her. On the usually covered wrist was a well-worn and colorful bracelet of plastic stars.

“That’s such a cute bracelet, Kirarin! Where’d you get it? It looks old” Maika asked, only realizing a moment later that her last comment might have been a little rude. She slapped a hand over her mouth and bowed the best she could while sat on her branch. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean that in a bad way!” She stuttered to try and explain herself, but stopped when Kirari burst into a fit of genuine, joyous laughter.

The laughing girl steadied herself on her branch as not to fall and wiped away a tear. “Don’t be silly! You’re right about it being old. I got this bracelet when I was 5. It’s super special to me, so I almost never take it off.” She lifted her wrist and held it at eye level. “I call it my lucky star. I’ve never preformed without it.”

Fully invested, Maika leaned forward slightly. She tossed away any thoughts of finishing lunch and inquired further. “Did your parents give it to you?”

Kirari shook her head and began fiddling with the colorful plastic. “No, I got it at a hospital.”

A curious tilt of Maika’s head urged Kirari to continue as she pleased. “Were you sick a lot as a kid?”

With a fond smile, Kirari responded, “I wasn’t, but my little brother Akio was. My parents said he had very bad asthma. We lived far from the city so he could breathe easier, but we still had lots of fun together.

“My mom had a conference in Tokyo when I was 5, and we made a family trip out of it. But before we went back home, Akio had a really bad asthma attack. We got to the hospital a little too late. That night, I remember waiting for Mom and Dad so we could leave, when Akio’s nurse came out and sat next to me…”

~☆~

“Are you Akio’s big sister, Kirari?”

Five-year-old Kirari sat on a bench, cuddled into her large yellow sweater dress. She looked at the source of the voice, seeing a young nurse seated beside her. The little girl sniffled and nodded.

The brunette nurse gave a sad smile and pat the child on the head affectionately. “Your Mom said she’s very proud of you for being so brave, today. And Your father was just telling me about how wonderful of a big sister you are. He said you’ve always been Akio’s hero.”

Kirari sniffled and shook her head, small fluffy ponytail frantically swishing with it. “Nu-uh! I can’t be his hero anymore if he can’t see me. I couldn’t save him, and that’s what heroes are supposed to do.” She wiped at her cheeks, chasing away her remaining tears.

“Being a hero isn’t just about saving people. Did Akio only like you because of that?” The Nurse’s point was met with a reluctant shake of Kirari’s head. She reached into her pocket. “Y’know, I helped take care of your brother whenever he stayed here. He loved to talk about you and how lovely your singing is.” The nurse gently took the child’s wrist, still damp from tears, and placed a colorful bracelet made of plastic stars on it.

“What’s this?” Kirari asked, looking at the stars in wonder.

The nurse gave the little girl another fond pat on the head. “Akio won that prize the last time he stayed here. He said he was going to give it to big sister, but forgot to bring it back.” She rubbed her misty eyes. “I held onto it for him. He isn’t here to give it to you now, but would you still like it?”

Kirari stared at the plastic accessory with sparkles in her eyes. “I love it,” she whispered, “Big sister loves it, Akio!”

“Kirari-Chan, it’s time to go home.” An exhausted looking man opened the door residing next to the bench. He saw his daughter cradling something around her wrist and leaned down. “Are you ready, sweetie?”

The child nodded.

Akio’s nurse stood and gave Mr. Hirano a polite bow. “I apologize for leaving the room. I thought little Kirari could use some company while mom and dad were busy. My sincerest condolences.”

Mr. Hirano, though tired, smiled at her. “Thank you, Nurse Masako. We really appreciate it. Right, Kirari-Chan?”

His daughter hopped off the bench. “En. Thank you, Miss Masako.”

The father picked Kirari up and kissed her forehead. Mrs. Hirano came out to join them. Both parents' eyes were red from crying, but regardless, they bowed and wished Masako a nice night.

However, before she could be carried out, Kirari wiggled free from her dad’s arms. She landed lightly and started running back to Nurse Masako. Nobody spoke as Kirari tackled her with a tight hug. “Akio says thank you, too,” she whispered.

Masako returned the embrace with tears in her eyes.

~☆~

Kirari finished recounting her story and gave her bracelet another fond look. Her concentration was broken by a loud, ugly sob from Maika.

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks, fogging up her glasses. “I-I’m so sor-sorryyyy! I did-n’t kn-know it was like th-hatt!” The noise that followed could only be described as, ‘every sound in the alphabet smashed together’ as she sobbed, unaware of the scene she was making.

A hand wiped away her latest stream of tears. Maika sniffled and locked eyes with Kirari through her clouded glasses.

“Awe, Mai-Mai, don’t cry! You didn’t know. And besides, I love telling people about Akio. He was my first fan, and look at me now.” Kirari sounded strangely cheerful as she watched Maika’s crying subside (not without wiping away a tear of her own).

Before she could speak again, the idol was tackled into a hug. “You’re amazing, Kirarin,” the teary-eyed redhead cried, “I’m going to make Akio proud! I’m going to cheer his big sister on, louder than anyone else! You’re going to be super shining!” Maika’s words filled with determination and vigor as she threw Kira-Kirari’s signature phrase back at her.

Kirari’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean you’ll be at my concert this weekend?” She asked, though the answer was quite obvious.

Suddenly, Maika lost her little balance, pulling both girls off the branches and down the short distance to the ground, hitting the soft grass just as the bell rung. Lunchtime was over. “Kirarin, you liar! You said you wouldn’t let me fall!” ~☆~

That Saturday, at the Fuwayama Amphitheater and surrounding park space, people from all over the city gathered for a night full of music and fun. Some families laid out blankets and watched as their children played under the evening sun; Other attendees browsed the charming selection of pop-up stores; A few simply sat and admired the sky’s ombre of color.

Maika and Kirari arrived a few hours beforehand, making sure the small dressing tent was set up for the idol’s performance. Alongside Kirari’s manager and childhood babysitter, Fujiwara Kaede, they prepared everything in record time. However, to her dismay, Maika found herself shooed away so Kirari could practice. She found herself wondering the lively event ground when a familiar voice called out to her.

“Ah! Maika-Chan, I thought I’d see you here.” Ms. Yumeno waved from behind her pastel booth counter. She motioned for the girl to come closer, paying no mind to the shaking ‘plush’ owl sitting at the head of the table.

Following her friend’s call, Maika excitedly jogged over to see the display for Mahou Monogatori. The modest stall was decorated with folded stars and colorful crayon drawings scattered across it’s paper table cover. Many wares were on display, a majority of which Maika added to her mental wishlist of MahouMo products.

Twyla sat in Yumeno’s lap, snuggled up against her pink sweater, unaffected by the static she created when nuzzling her wool into the soft material. Nighty, on the other hand, was vibrating with anticipation to speak with his new pupil.

“Ms. Maika!” He discreetly whispered, careful not to move his beak too much. Maika smiled, amused, and picked him up.

Yumeno laughed at her old friend’s antics and shook her head. “He’s been asking all week for you. I swear, if you don’t find another Pretty Cure soon, he might blow the top hat off his little head.”

“I’ll lose much more than my hat if we cannot locate another Precure soon,” Nighty spoke through his clenched beak. Oh, how Maika loathed what she had to confirm. She would have thought a cute little fairy like him would be full of sunshine and happiness; Rather than that however, Nighty was full of anxiety and overbearing.

Maika looked at Twyla, still curled up against Yumeno’s pink sweater. Her pint-sized backpack had been removed and set down by Nighty. “The Cure Clocks are still in there, right?”

“They better.” Nighty whispered under his breath. A loud laugh erupted from Yumeno, who received a sharp, yet ineffective glare from her friend.

In a desperate bid to avoid being yelled at by the tiny, adorable creature, Maika set Nighty down. She made a show of looking down at her Cure Clock, now worn as a decorative watch. “Oh, wow! Look at the time. Kira-Kirari is going onstage soon! I have to go make sure she’s ready. What kind of friend would I be if I were to just… abandon her?” While giving her (admittedly, embellished) speech, she slowly backed away. Yumeno and Twyla gave her a wave goodbye, while Nighty puffed his feather in irritation.

Though she did overstate the importance of her finding Kirari, it truly was almost time for her performance. Kaede was sure to let Maika into her client’s tent by now.

Maika’s thought was proven right when she ducked under the entrance to her friend’s dressing area. Kaede was holding a clipboard and frantically mumbling what Maika assumed to be the paper’s contents to herself. She paid the girl no mind as she bounded over to Kirari, sitting down next to her in front of a small portable vanity.

“Mai-Mai! You’re going to watch from backstage, right? Kaede got an extra pass for you.” Kirari was practically bursting with excitement as she handed her roommate a backstage pass attached to a lanyard. Maika put the pass on—only struggling to pull it over one of her buns this time—and fiddled with the plastic holding the card.

It was only after she put on the lanyard did she notice the bright costume Kirari wore. The milky pink of her dress was complemented wonderfully by a number of decorative stars on her belt, choker, and overskirt. The strong yellow accents added around the ensemble fit her perfectly, as did the miniature top hat pinned in her hair. Tying the whole piece together was Kirari’s beloved bracelet; Her ‘Lucky Star.’

Kirari’s sparkle was always present; During class, at nighttime, even when up in a tree! This, however, was different. It was as if the glimmering dress had taken her usual spark and turned it into a bright, shimmering shine.

“Kirarin, you look—” Maika was cut off by the source of her amazement.

“Super Shining? There’s a reason it’s my catchphrase.”

Maika’s affirmative response was instantaneous. She was completely in awe of her friend, only able to be shaken from her starstruck daze by a firm hand landing on her shoulder. The young idol smiled up at the woman standing behind Maika, excitement practically radiating off of her. “Kaede! Is it time?”

She received a nod in confirmation. “Yep. You better get out there, Kira-Kirarin. Can’t keep the crowd waiting, can you?”

“No way! Come on, Mai-Mai.” Kirari leapt out of her seat, unaware of the small string protruding from her sequined skirt that almost caught on her bracelet. She took her roommate’s hand and pulled her up. “Are you ready to be dazzled?”

Maika met her friend’s excitement with no resistance, meeting her halfway with an ecstatic skip in her step.

“Come on, Kira-Kirari! Show me what you’ve got!”

~☆~

A show put on by Kira-Kirari was like no other. Despite it only being her standing on Fuwayama’s favorite stage, the energy couldn’t have been more lively.

“And surely someday! As a promise to our selves, Let's go and aim for that Original Star!”

The final notes of Kirari’s penultimate song rang out, and the audience couldn’t help but cheer for more of their favorite local star. Said idol gave her crowd a wave up high before rushing offstage in order to get one last costume change in.

Maika, who had been tasked by Kaede to be the ‘laundry basket’—or, the poor soul tasked with catching each part of Kirari’s frantically shed costume—awaited her friend’s arrival in the wings. She held out both hands with an almost militaristic stillness.

When Kirari finally made it to her small changing corner, Kaede immediately took charge, unzipping Kirari’s costume to reveal a modest changing dress underneath it. They worked together with impressive precision as Maika stood to the side, unmoving aside from the occasional stumble to catch an accessory flung a little too far off.

“I can’t wait for the finale! The crowd is going to be so surprised when they got a completely new song for the encore.” Maika whispered excitedly. She jerkily moved from side to side in order to catch every piece of costuming thrown her way.

While tying a ribbon in the front of her final ensemble while the back was zipped up, the idol gave her friend a confident smile. “I won’t let you down, Mai-Mai! This song is about you, after all.”

A soft bell rung backstage, signaling that it was time for Kirari to go. She was given one last look over by Kaede before sending a peace sign her helpers’ way. The crowd-goers’ cheers of “Encore,” and “One more song!” were answered as the opening notes for a brand-new song started up.

Everyone was ready for Kira-Kirari’s grand closing. The cheers only grew louder as she went to take a microphone in hand.

SNAP. Suddenly, time froze for Kirari as she felt something on her right wrist catch and break. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed star-shaped charms flying across the floor.

Maika watched in horror as the beloved ‘Lucky Star’ bracelet broke into pieces when caught on a rogue strong of costume fabric.

The music for ‘Kirameku Moment’ continued on despite the prolonged silence from its singer. Kirari stood stagnant onstage; Maika could see her trembling in shock.

“Oh no!” Kaede’s eyes widened as she realized the gravity of that small mistake. She raced off somewhere, presumably to find a way to stop the backing track. The crowd’s cheers died down and were slowly replaced by whispers of confusion.

Kirari stood still, staring at her now bare wrist. That bracelet had been with her through everything. Lucky Star couldn’t have broken so easily, right? How else would it have gotten her where she is today? She needed her star, her guiding light. What was she supposed to do without it; Without Akio?

“A new feeling was born when I first met you, Hit me with such force, I can’t stop smiling…”

From the wings, a shaky voice sang words meant for the idol. It was unsure, and slightly flat, but managed to shake the idol from her stupor. With a whisper barely audible to even herself, Kirari named the one that slowly walked towards her.

“Mai-Mai?”

The music picked up, and with it so did Maika’s nervous steps. She jogged to her friend’s side and took her right hand.

“Hey everyone! Kira-Kirari needs your help!” The redhead shouted into the microphone a little too loud. Her green eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face to hopefully calm her nerves. Thankfully, only a few rows away from the stage, Yumeno stood with Twyla in her arms and Nighty perched on her shoulder. All three noticed Maika’s begging gaze, and gave bright encouraging smiles in response.

“Our favorite idol is a little scared right now. She really wants to sing for you, but even idols freeze up, y’know? So what do you say? How about we give our shining star the encouragement she deserves!” Maika continued, her voice growing a little more confident with each word. Slowly, cries of support started to rise in volume. Children clapped and parents cheered. One voice, though, was heard above all the rest.

“Keep on shining, Kira-Kirari! Keep on shining!” A brunette woman standing near Yumeno cupped her hands and yelled into them.

Turquoise eyes sparkled with tears as they locked with the eyes of their loudest supporter. “Nurse Masako?”

Both girls standing on stage stared in disbelief at Masako, who never relented in her cheers. With a sudden renewal of her vigor, Kirari jumped forward with Maika’s hand still in hers. The crowd burst into cries of happiness when a melodic voice burst into song once more.

“The future is never set in stone, who knows what this day will bring? All through my mind, a nerve current! But when the stars aligned, KIRA-ME-KU moment!”

Maika stood next to her, their hands still intertwined. She continued the song as well, even if she could barely be heard over the star of the show.

No jealously was felt, though. She realized then, that quietly singing by her friend’s side brought her a happiness she hadn’t known before. It was a rush of pride. Despite simply being a supporting player in this one moment she felt triumphant all the same.

The final song came to an end. Kirari breathed loudly, heavily as a result of her exhilarating performance. Both girls stared out at the lively crowd with bright smiles. “Thank you! Thank you, everyone! You all, you light up my world!” Kirari cried into her microphone. Directly after thanking her fans, she shot her arm up with Maika’s in tow and lowered them both in a deep bow.

Not a minute after she left the stage, the young singer took off to find a certain someone.

It’s her. It’s really her. Those two thoughts were all that raced through Kirari’s head as she ran with all her dwindling energy towards the woman she never thought she’d see again. Nurse Masako was there. She saw Kirari mess up; She saw Maika step in; She saw little Akio’s hero, who rose to the challenge.

“N-Nurse Masako!”

The brunette woman in question looked at Kirari, her expression emanating surprise or even, disbelief. The look on her face melted away not a moment later, her anxiety now replaced with overwhelming pride. “You were super shining up there, dear. Akio must be proud,” She said with a gentle smile.

Kirari leapt into waiting arms, unexpected tears of joy threatening to spill from the miraculous surprise.

From her spot beside the amphitheater’s stage, Maika watched the reunion in awe. “That’s amazing,” She mumbled. Beside her, Ms. Yumeno—with Twyla and Nighty in tow, both riding in her shoulder bag—chuckled.

She lightly pat Twyla’s fuzzy wool in an attempt to lure the lamb to sleep. “It’s no surprise that woman is such a fan. Who can resist the magic of Kira-Kirari?”

~☆~

From her perch atop a nearby building, Ran-Ran let out a laugh.

“That Kira Kid wasn’t half bad. It looks like that brat Encoru has some real competition.” Her ruby red eyes followed the idol’s frantic path. “Hm? Why’s she in such a hurry? The girl’s got to be tired—”

“Nurse Masako!”

A wicked smile spread across Ran-Ran’s face at the joyous shout. Her job had just been made a lot easier. With her sharp teeth bared, she tapped the star in the center of her bodice’s ribbon. “Sorry to steal your spotlight, Little Miss Idol. It seems the show is far from over.”

With her finger pointed and target clear, the purple-haired girl shot the star straight at Nurse Masako.

“Bullseye.”

~☆~

Ms. Yumeno slipped the top over the last container and let out a satisfied huff. In front of her, Maika fought for her life against a folding table.

“JUST. GO. DOWN.” She commanded through gritted teeth.

The old woman couldn’t help but laugh, eyeing the paper taped under the table that read, ‘INSTRUCTIONS FOR TAKEDOWN.’ Her young friend’s antics would never not be amusing. A shushing noise came from Yumeno’s foldable chair. “Ms. Maika, quiet! Please~hoo!” a blue-feathered wing motioned downward, catching the attention of his allies.

Nighty, as quietly as possible, pulled a small blanket over the sleeping Twyla. Though he was physically smaller than the childish lamb, his eyes when looking at her were sincere, protective.

“Aww! Who knew Nighty could be such a sweet guardian. I thought you only wanted to find more Precure,” Maika commented. She and Yumeno shared a mischievous look and made their way over to the pair of fairies.

Nighty could already feel the embarrassed blush creeping up his puffed cheeks. He huffed, looking anywhere but the approaching pair. “Of course I care for Twyla~hoo! She’s like a daughter to m—AUGH!”

The little owl’s declaration was cut off by none other than the subject of his words. Twyla’s head shot up without warning, knocking her caretaker over without realizing.

“Mai-Mai,” she cried, “where’s your sparkle friend?”

“My sparkle friend?”

“Sparkle Friend! I think she’s the one~twi! Papa, she was in my dream, and the Cure Clocks. Where are the…”

Maika’s eyes widened as she pieced Twyla’s frantic words together. Her realization came just in time. When the ground started to shake and horrified screams erupted throughout the park, it became clear that now more than ever the Pretty Cure were needed.

The redhead reached into her pocket, pulling out her pink PreCharm. She gave her surroundings a quick once over, and locked eyes with Yumeno once she deemed it empty of others.

The PreCharm snapped into place at the center of Maika’s watch and began to glow. “Pretty Cure! Dreamy Switch On!”

~☆~

Cure Reverie dashed towards the looming monster as fast as possible, weaving her way through groups of frightened festival-goers. There, standing over the outdoor theater was an Osoroshii and it’s commander.

Ran-Ran leaned over the top of the creature’s nurse-esque hat with a cocky smile on her face. She could easily pick out the blur of pink frantically running towards her creation, even if it was surrounded by a sea of panicking civilians. Just above her rested Nurse Masako trapped in a floating glass case.

A small but mighty voice reached Ran-Ran’s winged ears. “Nurse Masako! Checker Lady, What did you do to her?”

Offended, the ‘Checker Lady’ bared her pointed teeth and yelled back, “None of your business, Kira Kid! Call me Checker Lady again, and you’ll be joining her!”

From below, Kirari glared at the lavender-haired villain. How dare she victimize Kirari’s hero right in front of her! Without responding to Ran-Ran’s retort she stepped forward and kicked the tall monster’s leg with all of her might.

The Osoroshii was barely effected, but Ran-Ran’s pettiness would never let a kid get the last laugh. She slapped her creature’s forehead and gave a sharp command. “Crush that twerp! She’s getting on my nerves!”

“OSOROSHII!” The monster roared in response and lifted the leg Kirari had just kicked at. Its human target stepped back and took off to escape, but the creature’s reach was farther than she could realistically run. The menacing shadow grew closer and closer.

“No, no, no, no, I’m not going out like this!” Kirari cried. She couldn’t sprint fast enough, she was just about to give up hope. But then—

She was suddenly scooped into slim, strong arms. In the blink of an eye she had been safely whisked away and taken out of the monster’s field.

“KIRARIN! What were you doing? That thing is the size of a building!” A pink-clad girl yelled in the idol’s face. She was panting, arms shaking slightly. Her blonde hair was frazzled, but her green eyes held solid determination.

Kirari recognized those eyes, the nickname. Somehow, her savior was her roommate? “MAI-MAI?” She cried in response. Cure Reverie yelped and jumped back. There was no way! Nobody ever recognized the magical girl in her favorite manga!

Before her roommate could question her more, Reverie turned around and jumped away, racing back to the fight at hand. “STAY THERE, AND DON’T SAY ANYTHING!” She yelled as a goodbye, her face flushed in embarrassment.

~☆~

Cure Reverie jumped out of her hiding place and went straight for the Osoroshii standing in the field. She was overwhelmed beyond belief. The crowd of screaming people, the pushing and shoving from those trying to escape, the excessive noise and stimulation was making it difficult for the teen to focus on her intimidating task.

Nevertheless, with shaky hands and twitchy toes she attacked Ran-Ran and her partner. Reverie’s heeled boots dug into the monster’s belly and kicked it back, knocking its master away and into the air. She clumsily flipped away.

“Ran-Ran! Stop this now, please!” She desperately yelled, tirelessly blocking and throwing punches at the Osoroshii.

From her place in the air Ran-Ran scoffed. “As if, brat! My queen needs magic, and this place is a Yumeki jackpot!” Her monster swung its large fist at the exhausted girl, catching her off guard and slamming her into the ground.

“MAI-MAI!” A familiar voice cried out. Kirari screamed for her friend whose impact had made a dent near the ground she hid.

Cure Reverie moved, but rather than pushing herself up, she raised shaking hands up to cover her ears.

Kirari looked at her friend in horror, unsure of what to do. She whispered to herself, trying to take in the state of both her roommate and her childhood hero.

“Sparkle Friend! We need you~twi.” Squeaky cries came from a trio approaching Kirari. She snapped her head to the source, barely being able to take in the talking lamb and owl before a small charm hit her chest. Looking up, the idol recognized Maika’s beloved Ms. Yumeno as well as…two sentient plushies?

Somehow, she thought, not the weirdest thing I’ve seen today.

“Kirari-San! I know this is quite bizarre, but please; Ms. Mochizuki needs help!” The elder woman placed a light blue analog clock in Kirari’s hands to match the yellow charm.

“You have the power to save her—to save them!” The owl accompanying Yumeno cried.

Kirari gave an enthusiastic nod, her mind was made up. She ran towards Reverie, who was still struggling to stand. “Don’t worry, Mai-Mai!” She cheered, catching both Ran-Ran and the osoroshii’s attention. The red-eyed commander looked at the idol in horror.

With her hands raised, and a powerful sparkle in her eyes she locked the charm and clock together.

“I will never leave you in the dark! Pretty Cure! Dreamy Switch On!”

~☆~

A melodic ring sounded as sparkles exploded from the clock, covering Kirari in a yellow glow. Her performance attire was replaced with a romper-like garment of silk fluorescent fabric. The world had become nothing more than an endless colorful space with stars decorating every corner.

The source of magic attached itself to the center of her chest. A layered, off shoulder collar with sleeves burst out from under it and suddenly, the romper has molded into a bright yellow costume. Around her waist, a bow made of cloud-like fabric held together by a large decorative star. She reached up, allowing a pair of bright yellow gloves to adorn both hands. What looked to be a miniscule comet flew around Kirari’s neck; exploding into sparkles as an orange ribbon tied itself together under a decorative star.

A star large enough to carry the girl shot by. Kirari effortlessly hopped on, her hair growing longer and more vibrant as she surfed through the sky. Two large, puffy pigtails were brought together by bands of multicolored beads. She plucked a sparkle from the sky, tossing it up and snapping in time with the sparkle’s transformation into a bright yellow top hat. The girl reached for the hat and brought it down to rest on her head.

With her head tilted to the sky, Kirari prepared to jump off her surfing star just as a bright energy encircled her legs. The magic solidified as a pair of sneaker-like shoes under long, fluffy leg warmers. She leapt off the star with no hesitation and gracefully made her way down a spiral of light that seemed to follow her every move.

The light cut out, leaving only the night sky visible. That is, until the star of the show touched down on a platform and reignited the sparkling stars. With a tip of her top hat, she took command of the stage.

“Full of light and endless energy!” Newly transformed and ready to go, she knew the spotlight couldn’t get enough of her. She reached outwards with one hand, grabbing the rim of her hat with the other and stuck a pose.

“Up and at it, Cure Shine!”

~☆~

In place of the sparkling idol Kira-Kirari, Cure Shine stood in all of her yellow glory. The evening gloom was no more. Instead, the sky’s ombre radiated warmth and excitement.

Cure Reverie stared up at her companion in awe. How could she have missed it? Kirari, or rather, Cure Shine, was prime teammate material!

“Ugh, Seriously? Another one ALREADY?” Ran-Ran cursed under her breath. The Osoroshii stood in wait for its master's command, but instead of a command it received a smack on it’s head. “What are you waiting for, you big lug? Just get rid of them. NOW,” the girl in purple growled.

The monster immediately leapt forward, looking to land another punch on the Precure. It roared at the girls—both of which were vulnerable as Shine helped Reverie reorient herself. But just as the fist was about to connect, the evening sun’s light hit the reflective surface of Nurse Masako’s prison.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cure Shine noticed the glare. It took only a moment for her to pivot and catch the beast before it could get her.

BOOM!

Dust clouded in the air from the impact. A breeze flew by, blowing the dust away to reveal a yellow gloved hand connecting with a monstrous fist. Shine laughed at the absurdity of her newfound strength.

“Now this—is super shining!” She cheered and pushed forward with all her might, knocking Ran-Ran away from her creation and sending the Osoroshii flying backwards. It recovered quickly and went to attack the girls again. Cure Reverie, shaken but standing nonetheless put a hand on Shine’s shoulder.

The girls made eye contact, and nodded. Then they were off jumping in separate directions. Cure Shine towards a tall and sturdy tree; Reverie setting off to catch the monster from behind.

“They make quite a team. Don’t they?” Yumeno asked Nighty from their place behind the stage. She lightly poked Twyla on the nose. “You really know how to pick them, darling.”

With its targets out of sight, the monster grew agitated. “OSOROSHII!” It raged, smashing its fists into the ground and shaking the earth where Yumeno and the fairies stood.

Cure Reverie stumbled, catching herself with her gloved hands and wincing at the scratches left behind from impact. She glanced at the tree Shine had landed on. A yellow gleam from between the leaves confirmed that her partner was ready.

“HERE!” The blonde cried as she sprinted towards the Osoroshii’s back. Lightning quick hits came at her from the beast, forcing her to maneuver between the large fists while sustaining momentum. All the strain was worth it when she leapt into a sliding kick and knocked her opponent’s feet out from under itself. She skidded to a stop facing the beast’s front. Rustling could be heard from the tall tree.

In a split second, Cure Shine was up in the air, aiming to hit the Osoroshii right at the center of it’s laid flat form. She brought both hands down, cheering in excitement as she smashed into her target, eliciting a monstrous cry from it. The powerful strikes didn’t cease. Shine dug a deep kick into the beast’s head and hands before flipping her way back onto the grass. Cure Reverie pointed to the Cure Clock resting at the center of Shine’s chest. She gave her friend a big thumbs up, signaling it was go time.

Yellow gloves went to turn the wing-shaped hands of the Clock in a full rotation, then tapped the PreCharm in the middle of it.

Shine clapped her hands twice, summoning a bright spotlight pointing directly at the fallen Osoroshii. “Pretty Cure!” She jumped up high, a trail of glitter following behind her.

A bright ball of glowing energy came into view; The source of the spotlight. The yellow-clad hero pulled her hand back, clenching it into a fist. “Shine,” she shot her hand forward, punching the orb with all her might, “Supernova!” Suddenly, the light burst into a blinding beam and struck the monster, dead center. A ‘BANG’ sounded, and the Osoroshii was engulfed in a yellow radiance.

The monster’s red light slowly disappeared, as if it were an eye closing. “Good Night!” It said groggily before it vanished in a flash.

Ran-Ran staggered to her feet, recovered for only a moment before the intense flash of Shine Supernova forced her to step back and shield her eyes.

“AUGH!” She cried out in surprise. When the light faded, she was met with not only the defeat of her monster, but the glass casket holding her captive breaking and the woman inside falling into the newest Pretty Cure’s arms.

The lavender-haired girl stomped her foot in anger. “NO! NO,” She yelled, knocking herself on the head lightly. “Encoru is never going to let me live this down,” she lamented through clenched teeth. Not wanting to watch the happy reunion in defeat, Ran-Ran disappeared.

“Nurse Masako!” Kirari cried in relief, quickly de-transforming to greet the Nurse as she woke up.

Thick lashes fluttered open, brown eyes focused on the girl staring back at them in worry. Masako smiled.

“You’ve come a long way, Kirari-Chan. Akio would be so proud.” She whispered, tenderly touching the idol’s cheek before losing consciousness once again.

~☆~

Back at Mahou Monogatari, Ms. Yumeno went about setting up a sleeping area for the girls, as it was far too late for them to walk back to their dorm. It was well past dark once the ambulance holding Nurse Masako and her family went off to the hospital.

“I can’t believe you called her ‘Sparkle Friend, Twyla!” Maika groaned at the fluffy lamb cuddled up in Kirari’s arms. “She has a name!”

‘Sparkle Friend’ chuckled at her friend’s embarrassment. She pat Twyla on the head, humming, “I don’t mind, Mai-Mai. Nicknames are fun. Plus, I could never get mad at this cute little angel!” Her hands scratched at pink wool, lulling the lamb into a sleepy daze.

“Don’t fret, Mochizuki. After all, it was Twyla who identified ‘Sparkle Friend’ as the next cure. Without that, who knows what would’ve happened?” Nighty spoke from his perch on a nearby bookshelf. “All that matters is the fact that we’ve gained a new precure,” He turned to Kirari and bowed in all his feathered glory.

“Welcome to the team, Kirari-San.”

Kirari smiled brightly and lightly bowed in return. “Who knew I’d start the school year like this?” She giggled. “‘Legendary Warrior’ is going to look great on my resume. Talk about a triple threat.” The girl joked, her friend laughing along at the faux arrogance.

Ms. Yumeno made her way over to the quartet. “I’ve got your futons ready, girls. Make sure to get some rest, you deserve it.” The roommates nodded and followed the kind old woman, snickering and whispering to each other.

“What are you two going on about?” Yumeno teased, amused.

“Oh, it’s nothing Ms. Yumeno,” Maika stated.

Kirari smiled cheekily, stopping and striking a dramatic pose. “Oh, but it isn’t, nothing, dear Mai-Mai!” She declared. “From this day forward, I, Hirano Kirari, deem you all official members of the Kira-Kirari Idol Posse!” The girl smiled, shining so brightly not even the full moon could rival her. “Everything really—Today has been…

“Totally super shining!”

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Lucile's astonishment was evident as she responded, " There's no need to apologize. I was so young and bothersome- " Lucile paused, catching herself before delving into awkward self-deprecation. "And, besides, you were away on your travels for quite some time, were you not?"

Lucile gracefully settled onto one of the benches beneath the overgrown pavilion. Josephine, on the other hand, took a moment to gaze up at the ancient ruins crowning the hill. She elegantly retrieved her fan and began a gentle fluttering in her direction.

Josephine took a seat beside her, "The girls I grew up around were more or so... strict, like our families. We didn't have much in common, but the women I met during my time away were quite lovely! You remind me of them. "

"Oh…" Lucile leaned back slightly in surprise, her eyes briefly tracing the knit pattern on her sweater. "I wish I could've met them. I don't really think there are other girls like me here in Henford."

Josephine cocked her head ever so slightly, "I find that hard to believe. You blend in so well! I'm sure you've encountered many lovely ladies in my absence. "

Lucile's voice remained soft and slightly timid as she continued, "Well, you see, our farm is the farthest from others, and as a result, we don't receive many visitors. The rare occasions we venture into town are primarily to sell our produce, a task usually undertaken by Silas and Pa. I tend to stay here, assisting Ma with the house. "

Lucile paused gently fidgeting with her delicate fingers in her lap. "I do have friends, you see," she began hesitantly, " Wilford has his hands full working on his family's farm these days, and Charlotte, well, she got married not too long ago. She doesn't visit as often as she used to since starting her own family." She sighed softly, "It's just me now, and I sometimes find it difficult to keep up. I suppose… I struggle to stand out."

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notes: I’ve been going through a bit of a rough time lately, writer’s block being just one of the issues, so I thought I’d put everything on hold for a little while, grab a prompt from a prompt generator and see what happened. Today’s prompt was: cooking for one another or cooking together. Here goes nothing :3 wordcount: 1137 additional tags: modern setting – no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, fluff fluff fluff, domesticity, they haven’t tied the knot yet but they’ve been practically married since they were 15 pass it on. You can also find this ficlet on AO3!

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November has the crisp sound of crushed leaves, and the color of Bucky’s cheeks stung pink by the wind.

His smile is a soft thing when he reaches his arm out to wrap around Steve’s shoulders, herding him close into his side. “Wanna head back?”

Steve shrugs, “Yeah, if you want,” but his head has already found its natural place in the Steve-shaped slot under Bucky’s chin, where the wool lining of Bucky’s coat collar will tickle his cheek all the way home.

“I’m not cold, though,” Steve wishes to inform him, while Bucky guides them down the street at an easy promenade pace.

“’Course not,” Bucky agrees, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to the top of Steve’s ruffled head. “Should have worn a hat there, Stevie. Wanna borrow mine? You know I don’t mind.”

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“’Kay.” A beat of silence. Two. Three. “Hey, you’ve got your gloves on, right?”

“Sure,” Steve replies, slipping his very much bare hand into the warmth of Bucky’s coat pocket.

“Uh-huh,” Bucky hums against Steve’s temple, absolutely and irrevocably one-hundred-percent fooled. “You know you’ll end up getting frostbite again, don’t ya.”

His voice brushes warmly against Steve’s cold skin, and Steve soaks it up like it’s the last summer sun, ducking his head low so Bucky won’t see him grin. “Yes, Ma.”

If Bucky then chooses crime and deliberately tickles him just under his ribs, over the spot he’s known since 2nd grade will make Steve produce the most embarrassingly high-pitched squeals, then Steve may have, perhaps, had it coming just a little bit.

He catches their reflection in the shop windows as they pass by; there’s Bucky’s grinning profile right there, his bangs mussed by the cold breeze, stirring fuzzily under his beanie; Steve’s own laughing face, the red tip of his nose, and their legs stepping together in perfect sync, one-two, one-two, fluid and easy, like they have a million times before. It fills him with a soft kind of awe, the way they move as one. If life was a poem, Steve is sure their bodies would rhyme.

Bucky’s hand curls snugly around his shoulder, bringing them just that little bit closer. “Let’s make something nice and warm for dinner.”

“Can it have potatoes?”

He doesn’t need to see Bucky’s smile; he can hear it in his voice, soft and amused, half-hidden in the fluff of Steve’s hair.

“Deal.”

*

Steve leans back against the kitchen island, cuddling a steaming cup of tea to his chest, watching the room – watching Bucky – come to life one ingredient at a time.

Bucky throws him a knowing glance, knife in his right hand, the sleeves of his sweater already pulled back to the elbows. “Are you gonna help at all?”

Steve smiles behind the rim of his cup. “Nope.”

“Called it.”

Dinner is a soft, long-rehearsed symphony, and Steve stands close by and listens gratefully, warmth curling like tender fingers in his chest.

The gentle rhythm of Bucky’s knife on the cutting board, chopping carrots into wedges and dicing potatoes into neat little cubes. The silken glide through pork, cut into bite-sized pieces. The languorous sizzle of onion tossed for a sweet little waltz in a drizzle of oil and a scoop of butter, and the splash of wine from the first and only bottle they’ve bought since moving in, and forgot in the back of a cabinet for months. The lazy simmer of the stew muttering quietly on the stove, like the old ladies in the front rows at Mass, with too many tales to tell and not enough time in between Hail Mary’s to spill them all.

Steve gathers every drop of it, of home wrapping her familiar embrace around him, and leans into the sound with his eyes closed, savoring it, Mm.

“You getting sleepy?”

Bucky’s looking at him curiously; Steve allows himself the pleasure of looking back, taking the time to drink him in. The steam from the pot has caused Bucky’s short hair to curl against his brow, and his eyes are smiling even when his mouth is not, and the hoop of Steve’s apron, the one that says Stick a fork in me, I’m done, sits a little too high around his neck. He’s never looked as beautiful, as heartbreakingly sweet as this. The very same thought crosses Steve’s mind spontaneously at least once every day, and every day it feels just as true as the one before.

“No,” he says, closing his eyes again, “I just like watching you.”

He can hear Bucky’s amused snort loud and clear over the bubble-de-bubble of their stew. “Anybody ever tell you you’re a weirdo, honey?”

Steve hums, contentment spreading from the center of his belly to the length of his limbs, reaching down to his fingers and toes.

“All the time, Buck.”

*

Their ankles twine like young roots under the table.

“Here, tell me how it is.”

Bucky feeds him the first spoonful from his own plate, and Steve indulges him, diligently opening up for the spoon.

Flavor unfolds like a many-layered story on his tongue: the sweet tang of rosemary, a whisper of black pepper, the tender bite of pork and the enticing juice of carrot – each voice speaks to him, describing a richness that cannot come from herbs and spices alone.

It’s the measure of everyday devotion; the care that was poured in every gesture, the peeling and the cutting, the stirring and the dishing. The simple pleasure of making something from scratch and saying, without words, For you.

Steve feels the grin bubble up from the well of his chest. The potato’s so soft, it melts like spun sugar on his tongue.

“Well?”

Bucky’s watching him closely; a small, near-shy smile curling his lips.

There’s something in his eyes, in the way they soften like this, in the gleam always kindled within, that Steve has failed to put a name to since he first saw it there.

Perhaps – he thinks, not for the first time – perhaps it needs no name, only a heart to feel it. And he does feel it, every time Bucky looks at him like this. Deep, deep-set here in his heart, in his stomach; in the golden crucible where tenderness is made.

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Bucky prods. “Does it taste okay?”

It tastes like so many murmurs of ‘I love you’, is what Steve truly wants to say; but that’s a little secret he’ll keep to himself for now.

He snuggles his sock-clad feet between Bucky’s calves, like he often does on cold nights, when Bucky pulls him back against his chest, and their legs lock together like puzzle pieces under the duvet.

“It’s perfect,” Steve says.

Bucky’s eyes crinkle softly with his smile. Like poetry, Steve tells himself, as he lifts his own spoon.