#only a few days late ack

[iinotinlxve]

↪✩dense

⤷ characters: bachira x fem!reader

⤷ summary: bachira has had a crush on reader for months now, but he's never racked up the courage for a full confession. Instead, he throws subtle hints and compliments towards her, hoping she can pick up on his feelings. however, reader is as dense as ever and has absolutely no clue.

⤷ a/n: where's all the good blue lock content??!! wc: 869

"(Y/nnnnnnnn)~~!!!"

You were caught completely off-guard as Bachira jumped onto you seemingly out of nowhere, latching his arms around your neck and wrapping his legs around your hips. He seemed to be in a good mood- he was absolutely beaming.

"Ack..-" You regained your footing and glanced back at him. "What're you doing..?"

"I've missed you!" He leaned forward so his head was closer to yours. After another second of holding onto you, he let go and landed on the soft grass.

"I've only been gone for a few hours..." You turned to face him.

"Doesn't matter!" Bachira smiled before taking a second to look at you.

"..You look nice today."

"Thanks."

Another sarcastic answer. You always sounded that way.. Like you believed he was messing with you, or that he was teasing you as a friend. But he never was. He truly meant everything he was saying to you. He hoped that one day you might take it to heart...

"Did you cut your hair?" He recovered from his brief moment of inner thought, pointing at your hair that seemed to be shorter than it was before.

"Oh, yeah, I did!" You replied, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.

"It looks cute on you."

Another attempt. Another attempt at maybe getting you to notice what he was trying to do here. Maybe you'd notice his change of demeanor.. his quiet words.. something?

"Whatever~" You laughed, ruffling his hair and walking straight past him.

You always laughed things off. Every time he complimented you, got physically close to you, even outright flirted with you, you would just laugh and find some way to change the subject. Did you not believe him? Or were you just that dense...

He watched you walk away with distant eyes. How many times had he told you how attractive you look? How pretty your eyes were... how soft your skin felt. And yet, you never seemed to catch on. He wondered if he was being too subtle, which seemed insane..

"Hey, (y/n).."

He jogged to catch up with you.

"Are you going to the dance on Friday?"

"The dance..?" You shot him a speculative look. "Umm.. I wasn't planning to."

"But you'd look pretty in a dress."

You only shrugged. "They're expensive.. And besides, it takes so much effort to plan and get ready and-"

Bachira watched you talk for a minute before cutting you off.

"You're so dense."

This statement caught you off-guard, and you looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

Bachira seemed to have realized what he said, immediately tensing as you confronted him about it.

"I-I mean..."

He glanced away for a second before looking back at you with more determination. It was too late to back out now... This was the closest he's been to admitting his feelings for you. He had to take this chance.

"Can you really not see what I'm trying to do here? I've been throwing hints at you for forever.."

"Hints?" Your face scrunched up in confusion. Was he saying what you think he's saying..?

"Yes, hints.." Bachira looked directly at you. "I like you. I'm not just being nice, I mean it. I love you."

You froze completely, staring at Bachira like a deer in headlights. Was he being serious? He had never been direct like this before. It made your mind go blank.

"You.. love me?"

Nothing in Bachira's face said that he was lying. He looked completely serious. You were stunned.

The heat of the moment had ended, and Bachira's face softened.

"Do you..."

You swallowed. "I love you too."

Bachira's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open from his unfinished sentence. He suddenly got nervous, his heart skipping a beat as a wave of surprise and excitement washed through him.

You loved him.

Bachira wasn't quite sure what he had been expecting. He had said everything on a whim, relying only on his built-up frustration to communicate his thoughts. But now...

Bachira was suddenly aware how close the two of you were. He felt your hand brush up against his, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He was still stunned, but slowly reached out and interlocked his fingers with yours. He was suddenly aware of how close the two of you were.

Kiss her. Kiss her.

His thoughts echoed in his head, his heart absolutely beating out of his chest. He had been waiting for this for so long.

Slowly, he leaned in- and gently brushed his lips against yours. You responded to him, leaning forward ever-so-slight and kissing him more firmly.

Bachira moved his hand to cup the side of your face, his brain feeling fuzzy as he focused entirely on the sensation of the kiss. His heart was racing, even as he pulled away.

You had just kissed. That meant.. his confession had paid off. He finally had you. You were finally his...

Your eyes were so beautiful.

That was the only thought he could manage as he looked at you. When he did finally collect himself, his face lit up, and he laughed.

"Ha-ha! You're all flustered.."

"Seriously?!"

You pushed him affectionately, a smile spreading across your face.

The smile that was now his.

[eggedbellies]

It seems you've been given a gift - a large, beautiful plant with long, spindly vines. The care instructions for it mention that these vines like to climb anything you put them near to reach sunlight and that eventually, your plant will produce beautiful flowers.

As promised, within a few days bulbs have begun to dot your plant. A day later and they bloom, revealing large purple petals - and a thick vine-like stamen. The smell is intoxicating, and as you admire the blooms you don't quite notice the vines moving until it's too late. The spindly vines wrap around your wrists first, pinning your hands above your head before more vines grab your ankles. Your legs are spread open, any clothing you'd been wearing discarded.

One thin vine slowly presses up into cunt, probing at your walls as if it were exploring. It's an almost ticklish sensation that leaves you squirming, but the vines holding your limbs ensure there's no escape. The inner vine finally sneaks its way up to your cervix and presses on it. Seemingly unhappy with the resistance, it pushes up harder, earning a whine of discomfort from you. The plant is quick to pull back and rub your stomach apologetically with a new vine. Seems it doesn't want to hurt you...

The vines reposition you into a reclining pose, and another vine joins the one in your cunt, then another and another. As thin as they are, it'd not until five of them are probing your walls that you feel a stretch. And with the stretch comes the pleasure. One of the vines has started playing with your clit, while still others have started teasing your nipples. The sudden change from under-stimulation to overstimulation is almost enough to send you over the edge as it was, but as soon as you get close to climaxing the vines in you retreat.

You let out a whine of protest - only for it to turn into a moan as one of the thick stamen plunges deep into your cunt. Even after the vines had warmed you up you could barely handle it. The stamen had to be as thick as your arm, and as it thrust itself deeper inside of you you could swear it was growing bigger. There's a pressure at your cervix as it pushes its way inside. You can faintly see the outline of the stamen's tip in your tummy. One more thrust and the flower petals brush your ass and you know you couldn't free yourself if you wanted to. But of course - why would you?

Just as you're beginning to wonder if anything else is going to happen, the stamen begins to shake. You can feel something filling your womb, but your stomach barely reflects it, barely poaching out enough to hide the stamen itself.

The vines unceremoniously pull you off the stamen, a mix of your own juices and pollen dribbling from your cunt as you're now moved over an unbloomed pod. You've barely got time to realize what's happening before you're lowered onto it, stretching even more around the orb. You can feel yourself stretch until it hits your cervix, where it seems to stick for a moment before finally entering your womb. The stretch us enough to make you cum - hard. As you clamp down around the pod, it seems to explode, filling your womb with tiny seeds. Your conservative stomach pouch now made you look six months pregnant, though the lumpy texture assures you it's not a baby in there.

As the seed pod deflates and releases you, you feel satisfyingly full. The vines even allow you to rub your stomach - at least for a minute. As the vines restrain you again, you notice at least four more seed pods waiting their turns...

God fuck this is hot as hell, amazing writing nonny. I love plant sex ngl... the idea of this is amazing. The stretch of the stamen, the goo, thel ack of control,. the instant belly swelling like gnnhnhgh yess that's so good. I also love the idea of maybe on the last one they get put onto another stamen, stuffed and spread so they can't get loose but only slowly, slowly slip down, getting fuller and fuller as the weight of the seeds trap them there... until you're all but a plant yourself...

[natka-here-for-comics]

Chapter 1 of Hollow out passing enternety (H.O.P.E.)"Leo's nightmare dream"

Master post ✨

2. Chapter

(quick note: all of the events are happening after the movie)

- After the fight with the krang aliens the turtles help Casey move in with April.

- Everyone that got hurt got treatment,but something felt awfully wrong...

- It felt too quiet, too tense ,too blank ,too empty...

- Everyone needed a break from everything so the turtles all went to their rooms.

xxx

- After a few days things started to get better not actually but noone said anything even Mikey was suspiciously quiet

- So one day Mikey decided to make lunch hopping to get someone to open up,but it was too quiet,too awfully quiet again.

- Until Mikey asked "Is anyone enjoying the food,I made?",Leo looks at him with tired eyes says trying to ack calm "Sure."mumbling to himself "So, you're just going to pretended like nothing happened?"and looks down.

...

- It didn't change anything the awkward silence wasn't gone

- Mikey looked down trying to hide in his shell,it was too awkward...too awfully awkward....

- Raph looked at Mikey like he wanted to say something,but ultimately saying nothing.

- It was too awkward, someone needed to say something again.

- Donnie trying to for the first time in a long while lighten up the mood he took a deep breath, trying to break the awkward silence and saying

"I'm going to my room.", slowly standing up, turning around and going to his room.

- Everyone was looking worriedly at Donnie except Leo that was too tired to even look up , right after Donnie leaves the room Leo uncomfortably calmly says "Im also going to my room."

- Now it was just Mikey and Raph in the kitchen it wasn't too awkwardly anymore, well that was at least a start.

- Raph a few minutes after Leo leaves the room says to Mikey"It's getting late, you should go to sleep.",Mikey pops out his head out of his shell and saying"Sure,but only if you go to bed too!",

Dr. Delicate touch is still doing their job hah.

- Raph agree's and goes to bed, Mikey doesn't keeps his word and goes to his room to draw until he's too tired sleep.

xxx

- After Leo went to his room he fell on his head and immediately fallen asleep.

- As Leo closed his eyes the room around him started to disappear.

- He was in the prison dimension re - liveing the same day of the invasion.

- The krang alien was beating Leo saying "I'll get that grin of your face!","YOU'RE the reason why my plan failed!".....

- Leo was calm like he was used to it already, mumbling annoyed "Not this again."

- The portal opened but on the other side were his brothers, laughing, joking, having fun, without HIM.....

- Leo was just standing there looking at his brother's having fun without him, without his annoying presence

- It was wrong, but he felt like he deserved it.

- The room replayed the day when he lost the key

- How fullish he was,how irresponsible he was.

- Leo starts to regret it

- Everything turns black and an intimidating voice says to Leo

"YOU ruined everything!"

"YOU almost killed them by being your irresponsible self!"

"YOU don't deserve to be happy!"

"YOU don't deserve to be safe with your brothers when you almost killed them!"

"YOU deserve to be stuck in the prison dimension for the rest of your life!"

"YOU should've died!"

- Leo starts to sob falling to the ground saying

"I deserved it."

"They would be much happier without me!"

"Why!?"

"Why did Mikey have to save me instead of leaving me in the prison dimension,like I deserved!?!?"

- Leo stops talking now fully crying curled up on the ground,as he slowly wakes up to reality sleeping on his bed safe,with his brothers he didn't deserve it.

[featheredenby]

Heroes Of The GHFA

“Oh… that’s a relief,” she exclaims,”well I’m The Huntress and I just joined yesterday.”

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 824

Part One of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series

“Welcome to the first meeting of the heroes of the Government Funded Heroes Project, you are all here to become heroes. Would you like to share how you made this decision? Wolf Spirit perhaps please go first.” Says the director of the project.

“Uhm… it’s really not that interesting of a story.” She replies.

It had been on a Friday a few months before as Shrub was walking to the bus stop from her job working in the wolf enclosure at the zoo. She was just walking when she saw an older woman walking her dog, and out of an alleyway came a man holding a knife. Before she knew what was happening the man was threatening the woman and Shrub’s instincts took over. Before the man knew what was happening anger had caused Shrub’s hybrid traits to appear as she grew a tail and pair of ears. She had run forward sweeping his leg and punching him in the face, breaking his nose. Then the GFHA had arrived similarly to the men in black and offered her a chance to make way more money and to help others so she had joined. It was awesome she could fight for what she believed in without fear of being arrested and had a way to be in public without hiding an essential aspect of herself.

“And that was pretty much it.” Finishes The Wolf Spirit.

“WOW,” replies the man known as Hotguy,”That was a lot more anticlimactic than I expected it to be.”

“At least I did something of value,” she challenges,”all you did was show some videos of what you were capable of doing before you got sick and started needing the wheel chair!”

Oof that stung… It’s not like she was wrong, but to him it felt like a punch to the face. He had just been sitting at home watching the news with his roommate Grian when the GFHA had put out a call for anyone who wanted to become a superhero, this was the chance that Scar had been waiting for. However it’s hard to become a superhero while being disabled luckily they had offered solutions for it. So the next day he had sent out an email giving a description of who he was, his skills, and some videos of what he used to be able to do. And to his surprise within a week he was called to set up an interview and soon Hotguy was born. It was amazing too, he was given robotic legs to allow him to stand and walk and run along with a high tech bow. Now he could not worry about money or medical bills along with being able to help out his friends. There was just one problem which is that when you randomly get called out your roommate gets suspicious… so being a freelance landscaper came in handy as he didn’t have specific hours of work and could do anything he pleased.

“I guess you’re right.” He admits.

As they continue talking a pale woman with black hair, wearing partial plate and scalemail over a black sports dress bursts through the door.

“Ack,” she cries as she trips over her foot,” So sorry that I’m late I got caught with my job as a seamstress!”

“No worries!” Replies The Wolf Spirit.

“Yeah, we have all been late to a meeting at some point.” Hotguy adds.

“Oh… that’s a relief,” she exclaims,”well I’m The Huntress and I just joined yesterday.”

Yesterday had sure been interesting, between sewing band outfits for Gem, Impulse, and Scott to creepers getting loose in Empires city and her having to take care of them since she was the only person around. Let’s see she had been sitting at a table outside of Cleo’s cat cafe when there was an explosion in a nearby laboratory, it turned out that a glade of creepers had escaped and were reeking havoc around the city. So she had paid and ran over to her apartment where she grabbed her hand axes and went out to get to work. It had been a long and tedious process but it was worth it. She ended up killing most of them before she had to stop because of her injuries and went home but apparently what she did got on the news as she received a call from the GFHA offering her a spot on the team and just like that her rusty old axes were replaced with shiney new ones and she was give new armor. Now Katherine Elizabeth was a hero and a fashionable one at that.

“But I guess that’s my story,” she finishes,”I have to admit though I’m slightly disappointed that neither of you showed up to help.”

“While this is all lovely,” interjects the director,”but do you have anything else to say or can we end this meeting.”

“Nope.”

“Very well then meeting adjourned”

[shuxiii]

A ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ

ᴷᵃⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵉʳᶦⁿᵎ ʷᶦᵗᶜʰ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

My school wasn’t normal not the slightest, from flying brooms to flying rats and an invisible barrier protecting it, it was sure an odd sight for you to witness. You could call your school a magical one, even the students themselves looked less human but still human some just had cats for ears and sharp fangs in short vampires, hybrid humans, and others, you on the other were just normal student with a normal body nothing exciting at all.

Except, for one thing, the scary witch with the resemblance of a black cat who would always glare and stare at you ever since you became a student in the school. You were surprised she hasn’t put a curse on you, witches were something to be terrified of in your school of how much black magic they could do and other more. So, you expected the moment you woke up, you’d have your limbs torn piece by piece by that witch.

Her name was Kang Haerin, a name you could never forget. She only had a few friends, and she barely spoke, her aura was completely dark. Other students always warned the newcomers to avoid her, if they don’t want their entire bloodline cursed.

You wished someone told you sooner, it was too late for you. Because the moment you spoke to her the forever curse was now inflicted on you.

It was a lovely Monday morning, it was your first day in your new school. A little nervous, but excited.

The moment you walked into the classroom, everyone was nice and well-mannered, it took some time to adjust to the sight of fur ears and intimidating-looking sharp teeth.

You met a fairy-looking girl (of how pretty she was) introducing herself as Hanni, who agreed to tour you around the school.

-

‘‘This is the library where you read those boring books, careful though some books are laced with a dark curse whoever opens it!’‘ Hanni explained with a smile on her face.

You fell silent staring back at Hanni, before she starts laughing a little.

‘‘I’m messing those books are kept in a locked room’‘ She giggled, you laughed back awkwardly, still slightly startled at the thought of a dark curse placed upon you.

‘‘Um Hanni? can I go to the bathroom real quick?’‘ You asked.

‘‘Oh, sure just go straight and right you’ll see it’‘ She pointed in the hallway.

‘‘Thanks, I’ll be right back!’‘ you hurried, turning your back on Hanni.

-

You walked across the linear hallway, gazing at the historical portraits hung on the walls, you swear sometimes their eyes moved which creeps you up a little but expect the unexpected in a school filled with magic.

You were too distracted by the paintings to not notice a person coming your way, The moment you took a right you accidentally bump into a girl.

‘’Ack!’’

feeling yourself falling backward makes you hold her arms for support. it was a little late as both of you fell on the floor, you fell on your butt with the girl on top of you.

‘‘I’m so sorry-’‘ Before you could apologize, the girl hurriedly stood up, startling you a bit.

You abruptly stood up too, now finally focused on the girl. She wore a black cloak with jet-black hair.

‘‘I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I got a little distracted by the paintings, are you okay?’‘ you look around her to see if she got injured, your eyes darted to the slight red liquid dripping on her fingers.

‘‘I’m okay’‘ her voice soft-spoken, her gaze still looking down.

You quickly took your handkerchief, holding her hands on yours covering the blood that dripped on her fingers, your actions were abrupt making her startled.

‘‘Ah- did I scare you? I’m sorry, Your knuckles are bleeding, it was probably from the fall’‘ You explained, your voice filled with guilt.

You took out a band-aid with a cat for a design, and you always hand band-aids carried around, well your mom always made you carry them around for situations like this.

‘‘This might sting a little’‘ You carefully put it on the back of her hand, before blowing air against her knuckles.

‘‘My mom always told me to blow air on a bruise to help it heal faster’‘ you spoke

‘‘What’s your name?’‘ You asked, and for a brief moment, you saw her eyes.

Her eyes resembled a black cat, they were hypnotic, but before you could get a name, she quickly left not giving you any time to stop her.

and that was the first and last encounter you ever had with her, but ever since you told Hanni about the incident she prayed for your soul that you wouldn’t get cursed by her. You didn’t get it at first but now you were terrified mostly guilty but still terrified.

Yet despite being a little afraid of what will come to you, you slightly doubt how others viewed witches, sure they are malevolent in many fairytale stories but are they really?

But ever since that accident, She always glared at you. She must be really upset be upset, you have tried apologizing properly but she’d always disappear in a blink of an eye.

That is, until today.

The class shortly ended, You began packing your bag. oddly enough it was only you left in the room making it quiet, it was a few minutes before you finished packing up for the day.

As you turned around you shrieked a little falling back down to your chair, there stood the same black cloak jet-black-haired girl everyone feared of.

She was holding a small bottle that looked like a coffee cup and a thick book in both of her hands. She gazed at you.

‘‘I didn’t notice you there’’ You stuttered a little.

She motioned the cup to your face, ‘’This is for you, drink it’’ She spoke.

With care, you took the cup from her grasp and look at it before returning your gaze to her. She looked at you eagerly, eyes shining with anticipation.

At that moment, you swore the drink had poison or what and expected the worst of worst to come, from poison ivy to a snake’s venom.

You abruptly drank it, closing your eyes and anticipating the worst.

huh. that’s odd nothing happened the coffee tasted normal-

As the coffee slips from your grasp, a cloudy air emits the room, you opened your eyes to see a tense look on Haerin’s face.

that’s weird, is it me or did the view of the room get a little bigger. Your eyes darted down your hands that now... looked like paws?!

You started screaming, well barking.

‘‘Why am I dog?!’‘ You started yelling.

You glance back at a befuddled Haerin, hastily flipping through her book and muttering to herself.

‘‘There must be a mistake here, did I read the wrong spell? it should have been a love potion’‘

You were getting a little agitated.

‘‘Hey, you better find a way to fix this, my mom is allergic to dogs, and I can’t be a dog forever!’‘ You squealed (barked)

You gave Haerin a stern look as she closed her book and turned to face you. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked anxious.

‘‘There is a way to fix it, well the only way’‘

‘‘And that is?’‘

‘‘There is one called a Multipurpose of lower magic, as long as the castor and the cursed share a touch the magic can be lifted immediately off the body’‘

‘‘What does that mean’’

‘‘it means let me kiss it, yn’’

‘‘let you what?’‘

‘‘A kiss’‘

‘‘A WHAT?’‘

You became increasingly anxious as she moved a little closer to you.

‘‘You’re joking right there’s got to be another way here’‘

"Nope, there isn't." Her tone of voice sounded slightly more cheerful than usual.

"You can't just kiss me. You'll be taking away my first kiss!" you exclaimed.

‘‘This was planned wasn’t it!’‘

‘‘What! No- this is purely an accident’‘

She lifted your small body, slowly pulling you close. You moved both your paws onto her lips, giving all your force to push her off.

"Wait, wait, wait! I'm not ready!" You exclaimed, quickly shutting your eyes.

You felt a soft brush against your lips, the gentle lingering sensation struck a nerve, making you feel the burn on your cheeks, without even realizing it, you were back to normal.

Both of you flushed, looking everywhere but at each other’s eyes, who knew witches could be this cruel? well a little too cruel for your heart.

A curse she cast on you with no cure, a cupid's arrow piercing your heart.

[starry-night-author]

Prompt #12

Superhero smiled as Supervillain kissed their jaw, letting out a small hum. They were held close by the hand on their waist and the other on their cheek, and didn't have the willpower to pull away.

"Supervillain," they whispered into the dark, voice full of longing. "I have to go."

"What if I don't want you to?" Supervillain whispered back, kissing them again.

Superhero sighed. "I'm sorry, but I have to. You know I can only spend so much time away before-"

"I know, I know, they get suspicious." Supervillain kissed them one last time before drawing back. "They don't even let you in your house for an extended period of time?"

Superhero grinned sheepishly. "You know me, I was married to my work before we were together. It's normal for me to spend most of the day at the agency, and if I don't..."

"...They ask questions." Supervillain said with a sigh. "I get it." They leaned in for one last kiss against Superhero's lips. "Come back to me though, okay?"

"Of course," Superhero grinned. "As soon as I can get away."

They ran their hands down Supervillain’s sides before pulling them away, and Supervillain squirmed. “That tickles!”

Superhero grinned at them, and Supervillain quickly backtracked. “Oh no don’t you d-“

But it was too late. Superhero’s hands shot out, tickling their way down Supervillain’s sides.

Supervillain burst out laughing, squirming away from their partner. “Ack- stop- you’re evil! Stop stop stop!”

Superhero’s hands stalled on Supervillain’s hips, grinning at them. Supervillain scowled at them, catching their breath. “I hate you,” they grumbled. “You’re evil.”

Superhero touched their nose to their partner's. “You love me.”

The villain sighed, smiling. “I love you.”

Their peaceful moment was shattered by the sound of sirens just outside, and the two nearly jumped out of their skin. Red and blue lights flashed off of the walls, and Superhero and Supervillain shared a look of absolute dread.

Superhero kissed their forehead one last time. "You see if you get out the back, I'll go figure out what they want."

Supervillain nodded, and Superhero pulled away walking to the door. After taking a deep breath they opened it, squinting in the bright cop lights. "What is going on?"

A voice over a megaphone. Hero. "Superhero, step out of the house, now."

Hands raised, Superhero took a few steps forward. "What is going on? Why are you-"

A shot rang out. Loud and unexpected, Superhero flinched instinctively.

Something whizzed past them, violently disturbing the air.

There came a cry from behind them.

Something hit the floor.

Supervillain.

In their shock Superhero had no idea if they'd said the name aloud or not, their ears were still ringing from the sound of the gunshot, and they were too shaky with fear.

They moved to twist around, to check on their partner, when they were interrupted by Hero's megaphone again.

Hero was lowering a smoking gun. "Superhero, step out of the house. Now."

Shaking, Superhero turned to face them, hands raised. They took a trembling step forward, tears running down their face. Their earlier moment of loving laughter had evaporated in an instant, completely cleared up at the sound of the gun. Now Superhero was left feeling both hollow and full of fear. "Hero," they whispered. "What did you do?"

Hero grinned and lowered their megaphone as officers rushed forward to restrain Superhero, forcing them to their knees and pinning their arms behind their back.

"What's going on? I-"

Hero cut them off, shaking their head. "Oh don't play dumb. You know what you did. There are strict rules against relationships like this, and you of all people should know."

Superhero was too shocked to deny it. This had all happened so fast.

Hero took a step forward.

"Did you really think you could get away with it?"

[thebest-medicine]

‘88. we don’t have time for such childish— hey! stop it!’ please with *chanting* lee!essek lee!essek lee!essek

Prompt 88 - "We don't have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!"

A/N: *chants with you* lee!Essek lee!Essek lee!Essek 🙌 and I decided to go with lers!Jester and Beau heheheheh

…

It wasn’t a far walk to collect Essek for their evening meal, one that could be easily avoided with a simple sending spell instead. However, Jester enjoyed taking the stroll, allowing her a little time to chat with their drow friend as she accompanied him back. Truth be told, she enjoyed doing the same for any of her friends and companions, taking time out of her day for them, to show her appreciation. On this day, Beau decided to accompany her, a scheming smile on her face as they walked off, chatting.

Essek had only started back with them a few moments when Beau reached up, going for the appearance of getting his attention as she began to ask a question. But, as she did, she prodded into Essek’s side through his robe.

“Ack! Beauregard!” He hissed. “Don’t do that…What were you saying?”

“Aww!” Jester smiled knowingly. “Did that tickle?”

“Jester.” He froze for a moment, eyeing them both.

“Yes?”

“I- eEEK!” He yelped as Beau wiggled a few fingers into his side. “We don’t have time for such childish— hey!” Essek bristled at another poke to his side from Jester. “Stop it!”

“But you’re so cute!” Jester whined, giving an excuse to reach out and try to tickle him again.

“Jester. Beauregard. This- this is very unbecoming!” He accused, going forward again and speeding up his pace as he floated forward, hoping to lose them at his sides.

“We’re just having dinner, nothing else going tonight. We can be late. Come on, Hot-boy, there’s plenty of time for shenanigans.” Beau grinned, reaching out to tug his arm away from his side with one hand.

“I don’t do shenani— gahh!” Her other hand jabbed right under his arm and Essek squealed in surprise, his float cantrip faltering as he dropped a few inches. “Noo! We need to gohohoho.”

“We’re not stopping you. Come on, we said we’d escort you to dinner and that’s what we’re doing. Let’s go!” Jester explained cheerily as she wrapped his other wrist in her fingers and tugged his last line of defense away. She and Beau propped him up along their shoulders, trapped between the two, still floating.

“Wahahaha- nooo! You’re so- ahaha! I cahahhan’t belieheheheve you!” He remained floating, dragged along as the two chatted and poked and prodded at his vulnerable sides.

Essek continued to protest despite his giggling as he was escorted along to the dining room to meet the rest of the Mighty Nein for supper.

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[miasmaghoul]

hellohello :)!! i saw the tags you left on the mountaindew piece, very very glad you liked it <3

based on that i am offering you a prompt of some sleepy ghouls, possibly with how they fight off the cold when it comes to winter :0? go absolutely bonkers w it (your writing is fantastic can i say, like. incredible. esp with descriptions)

ACK THANK YOU OMG YOU'RE TOO KIND <3

THAT MOUNTAIN-DEW PIECE IS WONDERFUL AND I AM THROWING YOU KISSES FOR IT MWAH MWAH MWAH

Cozy eepy ghoul fluff JUST FOR YOU

Rain grumbles to himself in bed, curled up on his side and shivering.

It's another drafty winter night and the water ghoul is miserable, alone in his room and too cold to get up and stoke the fire he'd let burn down to embers much too quickly. It's after midnight and he's tired, a long day of library work and practice behind him. But it's way too cold for him to sleep, and he'd rather be back in the pit than forced to get up in this chill.

Rain hisses as he wriggles an arm out of the mass of blankets he's wormed himself into to grab his phone from the nightstand, fingers shaking while he types.

R: Help, my fire went put and I'm freezing.

R: *out

The screen goes dark and Rain swears he can see his breath in the moonlight pouring over him. He whines high in his throat and tugs a blanket over his head. His phone buzzes a few minutes later.

D: fuck u too? satanas i gotta be in 4 rooms at once apparently

Well, at least Rain isn't the only one suffering.

R: Shit. Sorry Dew.

D: stfu its not ur fault

D: common room in 20

Rain perks up at that. The common room this late at night can only mean one thing. There's just a little problem.

R: I can't het up, I'll be an icicle. :(

R: *get, sorry, fingers are frozen.

D: ffs

D: hang on i'll get u a ride princess

Rain rolls his eyes and curls back in on himself. He imagines the others passing the time while they waited for the impending meetup.

Mountain would be fussing over his plants first and foremost, pressing gentle fingers into their soil to distribute his earthen warmth. He'd be in low-slung flannels and a long sleeved shirt, little sprigs of lavender poking from his hairline as sleep tried to dig its claws into him. Rain thinks about how wonderful Mountain is to sleep next to, naturally warm and big enough engulf his whole body. They sleep back to chest every time, legs tangled together, Mountain's arm clutching Rain's chest with their fingers intertwined. Mountain would snore into his hair, lulling him into a dreamy slumber.

Aether would be in a similar boat as Rain, his proximity to the void at the source of his power leaving him cooler than most. He wouldn't show it though. If Rain went to him right now, Aether would be lounging in bed with a medical text and those elegant silver-framed reading glasses in place, casual as could be in just a pair of pajama pants. His eyes would be heavy though, sleep dragging at their corners. Rain would slip under the covers and Aether would put his things aside, sliding down onto his back and letting the water ghoul curl against his side. Rain would hook a long leg over Aether's hip and an arm over his belly, resting his head on his soft chest. Rain always falls asleep first, soothed by Aether's quintessence and comforting presence.

Dew, if he weren't running around prepping for an impromptu ghoul pile, would undoubtedly be with either Aether or Swiss. It was rare to find the fire ghoul sleeping alone, except maybe in the dead of summer. Rain didn't mind sleeping next to him in any season, his natural chill an advantage that allowed them to share a bed on even the warmest nights. Dew would either be playing his beat up acoustic or watching some nonsense on his phone until sleep took over, dropping the device into his own face at least once. To sleep with Dewdrop is to sleep naked, and Rain quite likes that about the experience. They sleep face to face, entangled in one another any way they can manage, skin to skin and forehead to forehead. Rain would drift off on the scent of cinnamon and a crackling fire, awash in cozy warmth.

Swiss would be in whoever's bed would have him. Not always for anything lascivious, but the multighoul did NOT sleep alone. He'd had horrific nightmares after his summoning, the others finding him shrieking his lungs out in the dark. The presence of others at night had helped him through it, and the habit had stuck. If Swiss had texted Rain to come to his room, it would have led to two things - being stoned and making out. Not that you'd hear Rain complaining about it. He'd lay his head in Swiss's lap and let the other ghoul feed him the joint. Sometimes he'd kiss him with a mouthful of smoke instead, and Rain liked that especially. They would drift together, tactile and giggly and in just their boxers, Rain eventually falling asleep between Swiss's legs, arms wrapped around his waist. Swiss would sing him there, gentle claws running over his scalp while Rain pressed kisses into the little bit of pudge at his waistband.

The girls would be together in their nest, formerly Cumulus's chambers. Cirrus and Sunshine's rooms were always empty at night, unless they were entertaining a guest. Even then, they always migrated back together. Anyone was welcome in their shared den, to their oversized bed strewn with countless pillows and blankets, but it was always at least the three of them. The ghoulettes all sleep in pajamas that differ only in color; camisole style tops with shorts in light blue for Cumulus, silver for Cirrus and peach for Sunshine. They fit together in the nest, Sunshine at the center so the others could nestle into her warmth. Cumulus and Cirrus would mirror each other at her sides, one leg hooked over each of hers and their heads on her shoulders, arms around each other. If Rain joined alone, he liked to lay on his stomach under their tangle of legs, the weight of them carrying him off so easily.

If Rain were warm enough to sleep, he'd be reading himself there. He's currently in the middle of a trashy urban fantasy with vampires and werewolves, one he couldn't make it through a single chapter of without laughing hysterically. But ideally Dew would be here, sitting between Rain's legs and talking about everything and nothing while Rain braided his hair and soaked in his warmth. Dew would be doing something with his hands - rubbing Rain's calves, up to his thighs and then wriggling back against Rain's naked body. The water ghoul would smirk and say his name low, but the fire ghoul would feign innocence. He was just getting comfy. They'd tease each other until Rain was finished tying off the braid, then Dew would be flipping around so they could ravish each other. They'd fall asleep the same way as always, only much, much closer.

The designated 20 minutes fly by as Rain loses himself in thoughts of warmer times, and before he knows it he's being dragged from his reverie by his door being thrown open. Rain startles, peeking from behind his blankets to squint at the broad shape in the doorway.

"Someone said you needed a lift?"

Rain huffs out a laugh as Ifrit strides into the room in just a pair of low-slung sweats, arms crossed over his ample chest. Rain is tempted to just drag the fire ghoul into bed and lay on top of him, basking in his warmth.

"I can't feel my feet," Rain complains, and Ifrit grins as he leans down to scoop the water ghoul up princess style, blankets and all. He gives Rain a peck on the temple.

"You get tit privileges, Regina, don't worry." Rain chirps at the nickname, nuzzling into the fire ghouls neck in search of burning cedar and sun-warmed stone. He lets his eyes drift shut as Ifrit carries him to the common room, not opening them again until he's being set down next to the makeshift nest in the center of the room.

The couches and loveseat have been rearranged into a bed of sorts, shoved together with any gaps having been filled with pillows. It's lined with at least a dozen blankets and a mountain of pillows. The rest of the pack is already present, bleary eyed and swaying on their feet in the roaring firelight. They all clearly need this.

"Okay, Rain's in first tonight," Dew says, standing at the head of the nest. "Everybody wait your damn turn this time."

Rain yelps as Ifrit scoops him up and tosses him directly in the center of the plush pit. He laughs as Ifrit climbs in after him, scooching to the far end of the arrangement. Dew is right behind him, divesting Rain of his own blankets and rubbing a warm hand over his spine.

"Shit, raincloud, you are frozen," he murmurs, pushing heat into the water ghoul's skin. "C'mon, let's get you warm." It never ceases to amaze Rain how caring Dew can be. It only really came out on nights like this, but it blew him away every time.

Ifrit lays down first, half propped against the pillows in a corner. Rain follows him swiftly down while Sunshine mirrors Ifrit in the opposite corner. He molds himself to the fire ghoul's side, head firmly on his chest - Ifrit had given him tit privileges, after all - and twisting a leg around his. Ifrit kisses him on the forehead and Dew is next, pressing himself flush to Rain's icy back. He'd removed his shirt as well, and Rain greatly appreciated it. Dew presses his lips to the back of Rain's neck and hums softly into his skin. It's a weakness of Rain's and he finds his eyelids already begin to drag down.

The others follow suit.

Aether is next, finally admitting to also being cold and wedging himself on Ifrit's other side. He leans over to give each of them a kiss before resting on the other side of Ifrit's chest, laying a strong arm over their little pile. Dew does the same behind him, and just like that Rain is surrounded by warmth and comforting weight. Aether's leg loops around Ifrit's and their knees touch, Rain giggling at the sensation.

In the other corner, Sunshine has been bracketed by her girls in a position mirroring that of Rain and Aether on Ifrit. They all drag their legs up for Mountain to join, laying diagonally between the two piles. Swiss follows, scrambling to lay directly on top of Mountain with his head in the center of the earth ghoul's chest. The rest of them would wait until the two were settled, Mountain then giving the okay for everyone to put their legs up. They all would, a blanket of limbs weighing Swiss down against Mountain's chest until they were both groaning.

Once they're all settled, Swiss is the first to tap into his fire and start the warming process. His heat leaches into Mountain, and into their combined legs. Rain groans as his toes start regaining feeling. Sunshine is next, her summery warmth flooding them with the scent of honeyed peach blossoms. Ifrit and Dew warm themselves together, and the moan Rain gives has all of them chuckling. He can't even think to care, not with the toasty warmth and heady scents engulfing him. It's like he's at a bonfire in a fruit orchard, surrounded by everyone he loves.

"Thank you," he breathes into Ifrit's skin.

Dew kisses the back of his neck again in acknowledgement before going back to humming into the soft skin there. Rain is the first to start purring, drifting away in hazy warmth and a ring of arms. The rest aren't far behind.

Copia finds them like that the next morning when they're late for practice, the room filled with what sounds like roughly a dozen lions. He strokes a gloved hand through Rain's soft curls, chuckling at the way the water ghoul is drooling over Ifrit's skin. He can't bring himself to wake them, instead tiptoeing from the room with a warm smile on his face.

In his sleep, Rain does the same.

[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 9

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

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“And guess what? She did it anyway!”

“No way… Did they get caught?” Clyde is so deeply immersed in the blonde’s story that he doesn’t notice that the filling from his taco is currently falling out of its hard shell. It sadly crumbles onto the porcelain plate in front of him, his hand suspended in midair.

“Yeah, but get this…” Butters intentionally pauses to build up the suspense, glancing around the table to look at everyone’s eager faces. Our bodies lean forward in anticipation for his next words, mouths slightly parted in disbelief.

“It was her sister that caught them!” He mischievously grins, finally delivering the gossip everyone has been desperately vying for.

“Ack!” Tweek yelps in surprise, his knee loudly coming up to harshly make contact with the underside of the metal table that we’re all currently situated at.

Everyone leans their bodies away to properly sit in our chairs as we process the information that has been dramatically revealed. These types of outings are a common occurrence between the four of us as we like to go out and get boba when we have the time to catch up on the intricacies of not only our lives, but other people’s. These days are usually held during the middle of the week, a sort of pick-me-up to get us through the remaining days.

We’re seated outside of a plaza with a string of stores around us, an umbrella over our heads to block the bright rays of sunshine that have decided to bless South Park today. I sip on my favorite drink, my usual order, while Clyde opts for a fruit tea that he’s been craving for the past few days. Butters and Tweek have chosen their own flavors of milk tea to accompany their boba, all of us slightly tuckered out from our little shopping trip. Butters lost his eraser and needed a new one while Clyde wanted to buy a new jacket that he has been eyeing recently.

It’s quiet for a moment as everyone resumes eating their slightly cold food, having neglected it for Butters’ story. Tweek extends a shaky arm out to feed me a bite of a new item on the menu of the restaurant we elected to eat at today. The blonde stepped out of his comfort zone and impressed all of us by ordering it, overcoming his paranoia for anything outside of the regular. I do the same in thanks, feeding him a piece of his favorite vegetable that adorns my dish.

“You know… You seem different lately.”

“Hmm?” I distractedly mumble around a mouthful of food, Butters bringing a napkin to softly dab at the corner of my lips.

“A good different! You seem a lot more… Happy lately?” The brunette continues, watching me with squinted eyes and a comical hand to his chin as he tries to grasp onto the correct word to describe his recent observation.

“Yeah! I agree with Clyde. You’re like… Glowing! Ain’t she, Tweek?” The barista nods along with Butters’ words when he gently nudges him. When the twitchy teen agrees, the blonde beams proudly at the descriptive word he came up with.

“Yeah. You’ve always been pretty but lately you look even more beautiful.” I playfully bat my hand at the coffee lover’s arm but he chuckles and quickly holds on to my fingers, interlocking them together and squeezing our joined hands before letting go.

I begin to blush at their compliments and frantically wave my hands in denial at their sudden attention. I want to so badly tell them about Kenny and Craig but know that I can’t yet. The boys watch my reaction, tender smiles on their faces as they all speak up about what they’re thinking at the same time.

“Pretty.”

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“So if you die, do you think they send in a backup soulmate? That’s what Clyde said but then Butters told me that-“

“… I meant questions about our history exam, N/N.”

Kyle and I weave through the swarm of students during the current passing period, leisurely making our way over to my locker. I hug his arm close to my chest, intertwining our fingers together. When we make it to our stop, he protectively stands behind me as a barrier from the pushing students while I carefully input my locker combination.

Once opened, my eyebrows lift up in surprise and my lips slightly part before an excited grin begins to grow on my face. Artistically presented in the confines of my locker is an envelope with a cute sticker sealing its contents away. In the surrounding area is a decoration of pretty flower petals sprinkled all around, their colors standing out against the light blue of the surrounding metal cage.

The letter is addressed to my princess in glitter of my favorite color with a cute heart drawn next to it. I feel my cheeks begin to heat up at the term of endearment, automatically knowing who this pleasant surprise is from. When I gently open the envelope so as to not rip the sticker that keeps it sealed, I pull out a piece of folded letter paper decorated with hand drawn hearts.

Opening it reveals the cutest border around it, adorably accompanying the words carefully written in it. Curving along the body of writing is a single flower, its stem cut short and another cute sticker keeping it stuck to the page. It reads:

have you ever met someone you think about every night and day?

someone so beautiful, it’s breathtaking and words just aren’t enough to say?

that someone is you, a gift from the angels that made you in heaven.

the girl that i’ve dreamed about, ever since i was seven.

please take this flower, and wear it on your ear.

if you agree to go on a date with me, on a day almost here.

A hand reaches out from behind me, grabbing my required textbooks and switching them out with the ones in my backpack. I still have both hands lightly gripped onto the letter of love, re-reading it over and over again with a smile threatening to overtake my whole entire face.

Kyle snorts with a roll of his eyes at my dazed expression, zipping my backpack up and closing my locker door for me. He leans against the row of cool metal as he patiently watches me.

“He forced me to help him write a poem. It took him three days, N/N. Three days of him refusing to leave my house until he could come up with the ‘perfect words’. He even slept over, N/N. Fucking Christ.”

The curly haired teen hefts a tired sigh as he rakes a hand against red tresses, probably from how done he is at watching our antics as the only one that knows about us. Gently grabbing my arm, he nudges me to start moving along with him down the hallways.

He throws an arm over my shoulders, guiding me through the sea of students as my undivided attention is still solely on the note. I feel him wave at someone he knows, shooting a soft greeting over my head.

When we make it to the door of our current class, he has us lean against the hallway walls until it’s closer to the end of the passing period. He scans my lovestruck face, taking in my giddy smile before rolling his eyes for the nth time.

“… He didn’t even take any of my suggestions. He wrote it all by himself in the end.” He mutters in annoyance, his eyebrows furrowing as he idly watches people pass by us. One of the few late stragglers rushing in the hallways almost trips and he chuckles under his breath.

My head finally lifts itself up, away from the declarations of written love to make eye contact with the taller teen. He sees the soft blush decorating my cheeks and the small smile on my face. He sighs in endearance for his little sister’s happiness, a corner of his lips quirking up into a fond smile.

“So…? Are you gonna say yes?” He lightly jokes, a playful smirk on his face at already knowing the answer. A large hand reaches out to push away strands of raven locks behind my ear in preparation for my obvious acceptance.

I wordlessly hand him the piece of paper and he carefully removes the beautiful flower attached to it. He steps in front of me to place it in the indicated location, tucking the token of affection into tufts of silky hair. His fingers linger there for a moment as he softly compliments me.

“Pretty. Just don’t beat yourself up too much, okay? You deserve all of their love and more. I love you.” He smiles at me, kissing my forehead in reassurance before taking a step back.

I beam up at him and take his hand, stepping through the doorframe into the classroom. And when Kenny sees the flower peeking through my hair hours later during lunch, he’ll lightly caress the gift decorating my head with an excited grin.

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“This shit is starting to burn.” My brother complains, staring at himself from his seated position in front of the bathroom mirror. His eyebrows furrow at the pain and I slap his ring adorned fingers from attempting to scratch at his scalp for what seems to be the millionth time.

“Quit being such a little bitch, holy shit. You asked for this.” I squint my eyes in both concentration and irritation, purposefully tugging on the locks of hair in my grip.

“Ow! You’re such a fucking asshole!” He reaches an arm behind his figure to blindly hit me but I just take a step back and roll my eyes.

Music plays in the background of the bathroom, the pungent odor of bleach sharply burning our noses. The plastic, oversized gloves that came in the packaging crinkles against my hand, itchy, as I apply one last layer of the pale substance on slowly color changing locks.

Once satisfied with the even application, I hop onto the counter and check the time on my phone, making mental note of when we would need to wash it off. My brother lazily taps at his phone, a cigarette languidly hanging out of his mouth as he quietly sings along with the lyrics playing from the speakers. I unwrap a lollipop and stick it into my mouth, my dangling feet leisurely swinging back and forth.

Stan sighs, smoke listlessly pouring out of his mouth as I wrinkle my nose at the combination of harsh smells invading my nostrils. “Man. I wish I was 9 and in my goth phase again. Life was so much easier.”

I snort, tying my hair up in preparation for when I have to help my brother wash his hair. “You could’ve fooled me with all your damn whining. Are you sure you’re not still in your emo phase, Raven?”

“Listen here, you little shit. I-“ Cutting him off with a smirk on my face, I mimic his words with an annoying pitch to my voice.

“Whatever emo boy, let’s wash this shit off of your hair. You can rant about death and despair over the bathtub.” I playfully grab a handful of his hair and tug it in the direction of the shower, loudly laughing when the teen screeches and tries to swat his hands at me.

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Fingers lightly drag along the side of my face, gently caressing my cheeks before pushing away stray strands of hair behind my ear. My face unconsciously follows the source of warmth when it pulls away, nuzzling myself into what seems to be the palm of a hand.

Deep chuckling softly reverberates from above me as my eyes slowly flutter open, fighting the last dredges of sleep trying to desperately pull me back in. Adjusting my eyes to the darkness, I’m greeted with the sight of Kenny smiling down at me with a tender smile on his face.

“Morning, beautiful. Have a good nap?” He softly coos at me as I yawn, sleepily nodding to his question as I stretch out my legs from underneath my blanket.

I fell asleep after washing my brother’s hair in an attempt to rid myself of the headache the smell of bleach caused me. I lazily smile up at the handsome blonde, burrowing myself closer to his figure.

“What’re you doing here?” I whisper back, delighted at the surprise visit.

“Wanted to kidnap my princess for a few hours until I saw Sleeping Beauty. Was gonna let you sleep it out and try again on a different day.” His fingers lightly skim over the skin of my cheeks, an expression of endearment showing as he does so.

I smile in excitement, extending my arms towards the blonde and making grabby hands at him. He smirks as he gently pulls my body up, settling my form on his waist as he brings me to my closet. Once I’m sufficiently bundled up for the cold, he takes my hand and we softly giggle to each other like children as we unnecessarily sneak around the dark hallways to the front door.

We walk for a while, admiring the stars above us and watching wisps of white clouds leave our lips from the freezing weather. I squeeze our interlocked fingers tighter when I glance to my right, seeing Kenny already smiling at me during the story I was currently regaling. He brings our joined hands to his mouth, trying to warm it up with puffs of warm air and rubbing them together before he guides it to the inside of his jacket’s pocket.

We come across a metal fence, the blonde assisting me over it. When it's his turn, I watch him in awe when he flawlessly hefts his body over it with no assistance. He picks the lock of a door on the side of a building and brings our hands back together when we begin to climb a flight of stairs. My nerves are drumming in excitement the closer we get to the top, impatient to see where the teen is taking me.

When there’s no more steps to be climbed, he stops me before we can push past a door that indicates restricted access to the rooftop, in vivid red letters. He shoots me a mischievous grin before he takes off his parka, gently helping me pull my arms through the well loved jacket and pulling down its hood to cover my eyes.

I can feel the cold air that signals that we’re outside again, the blonde having me sit down at a spot. I can hear him rummage through his backpack and I quirk an eyebrow when I hear the tuning of a radio. His body settles behind mine, both legs around me before he grants me my vision back.

I gasp in elation when I see that from the rooftop we’re sitting on, we can see one of the screens at the local drive-in movie theater. The radio beside us plays the correct sound in time to the images of the screen, a blanket thrown over Kenny’s shoulders and my frame as he hugs me for warmth.

I turn my head towards him so that I can smile at him, and he smiles back before reaching into his backpack to pull out all of my favorite snacks and candies, bottles of my favorite drinks quickly following behind them.

He presses a soft kiss to my cheek before settling my body against his chest, the movie about to begin. I bite my lips in a futile attempt at preventing them from growing wider, Kenny seeing and laughing. His arms around my waist lightly squeezes me against him and the movie begins to play.

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As the moving images slowly fade away to black and the quiet night surrounds the two of us in its embrace, I turn my head to smile softly at the blonde. My hands reach out to gently squeeze at the ones draped around my figure, happy with the film he took me to see.

The horror movie was extremely fun to watch, whispers being exchanged throughout the whole duration of the film as we criticized the decisions of the characters or gave running commentary on the plot. It was nice to hear the blonde form theories, people usually underestimating the teen due to his background and not giving the chance to know how intelligent he really is.

Him talking so closely near me caused a smile to grow on my face whenever I heard the deep rumble of his voice and his chest. Little wisps of air frequently escaped his lips to softly hit the shell of my ear after each word. Not only from that, but a grin would form from the small squeezes he’d give me every time I’d gasp at new plot developments, or from his proud praises whenever I guessed something correctly before it even happens.  

When there’s a lull in the conversation, the both of us appreciating the view that our height provides us, I feel a soft kiss being placed on the crown of my head. My heart stutters in my chest at the tender love the blonde presents me with, my body turning around in his hold so that I can face him.

He settles me into his lap and stops me before I can say anything, his hands reaching into his bag for one last treat. In his possession is an arrangement of my favorite flowers as the central piece, my hands slightly shaking in affection as I accept the proffered gift.

I admire them for a moment, bringing my nose closer to smell the fragrant scent emitting from them. A gentle smile on my face forms when I remember his promise of a bouquet. I feel overwhelmed with emotions of love for the person in front of me, mentally thanking whatever higher deity decided to bless me with this adoration.

After watching my reaction, he reaches forward to take my hand, slowly raising it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss against my knuckles before moving slowly along until he reaches my inner wrist. Right there, next to where the charm of the bracelet he made me lays, I can feel a smile against my skin. He lingers there for a moment longer before raising his eyes to meet mine.

“Did you like your surprise?” He mumbles against my hand, nuzzling his face closer to the beating pulse of my wrist.

“Of course I did. As long as I’m with you, Ken, I’d love anything.” I feel so endeared for the being in front of me, my face heating up at the rush of emotions coursing through my veins.

He chuckles in happiness and it makes me feel so warm inside that he did the best to show me a good time despite his financial restraints. I’d truly do anything and go anywhere if it meant having the blonde by my side. No matter the circumstances, no matter the consequences.

“You deserve the whole world, beautiful. And I’m so glad that I’m the guy that will give it to you. Well… One of them.” He smirks down at me, lightly brushing his fingers against my sides in jest as I giggle and try to get away from him.

Once I’ve settled back down after his teasing, he takes the moment to carefully watch my face. A large hand slowly comes up, softly tucking away strands of hair that fell in front of my eyes from his tickling. Even when his task is done, his touch lingers by my cheek, caressing me so softly that it almost feels nonexistent. He lowers his head, resting it against the crook of my neck so close that I can feel his smile.

“It truly is an honor being in your presence. Did you know, you shine so brightly that it actually burns being close to you? You are so untouchable in the fact that your whole being is so precious and breathtaking. And I know it might sound excessive but I truly feel like I will do anything to help you achieve happiness.” His voice is so low, so tender and gentle. Every word he says allows a puff of breath to lightly hit my collarbone, eliciting a chain reaction of goosebumps dancing along my arms.

“I’ve been thinking, and I think I can compare your existence in my life as the sunlight that helped lead me, the little seed, grow into a sprout. I say a sprout instead of a flower because I still have so much more growing to do and I don’t think I can be a flower when you are a whole garden.” The thumb on my face begins to softly soothe my warm cheeks.

“I’ll be with you even when you outgrow me. Even when you grow to be a whole entire field.” There's a smile so visible in my low voice, my hand reaches up to lay itself across his hand on my face.

He chuckles at my words, detaching himself from his solace within my neck. He watches me for a moment longer, his one arm around my waist tightening and his normally crystal-like eyes growing dark with clear want.

“Be careful with what you ask for, Princess.”

He swallows any oncoming words I may have said, his lips hurriedly seeking my own pair out. The noise of surprise that escapes my mouth causes me to feel the fucking smile on the blonde’s face as he hungrily devours me. He pulls me in tighter by the waist, the hand still on my face angling my head better to slot our lips more efficiently. He's like a starving man, and I'm surprised at his enthusiasm until I remember the words from his letter.

the girl that i’ve dreamed about, ever since i was seven.

The palm on my cheek becomes firmer, sliding down to the base of my neck so that long fingers can tangle into the back of my hair. I shiver at the eager insistence of the teen, his lips gently urging mine open and coaxing me into a heated kiss.

He’s greedy, tongue feverishly working against mine as I preen into his soft mouth. My hands fumble to gain some purchase, holding onto the blonde’s shoulders as he delightedly hums into my mouth. My head begins to spin, every point of contact between us gives off a steady burn.

The ache in my chest starts to quickly grow, my body begging the blonde to relieve it with his touch. His other hand joins the one already at my waist, cool fingers sliding beneath my shirt to slowly drag over my sides.

Teeth tug at my lower lip and I whine, slightly tightening my hold on the blonde and moving my hands to pull at his hair. He deeply groans as his fingers dig into my skin, holding me even closer against him and not allowing any space for me to move.

He chuckles in amusement between us when I eagerly match his rhythm, before he gently pulls away and I desperately try to chase the sensation. His eyes are half lidded as he lazily shoots me a smug smile, our heavy breathing sounds between us along with my rapidly thrumming pulse in my ears. He presses a teasing kiss to my forehead, my nose scrunching up in indignation before a hand shoots out from under my shirt to grab onto my hair.

He pulls my head further back as his face dives into the depths of my neck, a sharp intake of breath resounds from me. I hiss as he nips at my exposed skin, his tongue quickly darting over the abused spot to soothe it before I can feel the slight suction of his mouth. The feeling of his lips and the heat of his breath on wet skin causes my eyes to flutter shut at his movements.

“You like that, Princess?” He mumbles against the length of my neck, languidly lapping at the presented skin before him.

I whine in response, overwhelmed with all the sensations I’m experiencing.

“Yeah? I don't hear you, beautiful.”

When my rapid breathing is all that comes out of me, his hold at my waist grows firmer, unsatisfied with my response. He tsks at the lack of communication, me being unable to verbally express what the blonde is currently doing to me. His hands slide down to the back of my thighs and I feel myself softly moan as he pushes up against me.

I can feel how hard he is through the material of his pants as he smiles into my neck.

“Kenny.”

“Yes, Princess?” His voice sounds all too knowing, insistent in teasing me. His voice is low and the resonating sound of it sends shivers throughout my whole entire body.

“Don’t tease.” Frustration leaks through my voice as I beg.

He handsomely laughs and I clench my thighs at the attractive sound, his hands sliding from my thighs to my ass. He lazily watches me, his face so close to mine but purposefully not giving me what I want. I grow impatient and before I can make up my mind, I hook a leg around his waist to flip us to the side. This causes my back to lay against the rough material of the roof, pieces of rubble painfully digging through the fabric of my jacket.

With the blonde hovering over me, I use the leg still wrapped around his waist to bring his larger body closer to mine. His grin grows wide at the quick turn of events, impressed at my sudden display of dominance before he moves again. The friction is much welcomed as he leans his forehead against mine, our rapid breaths mingling with one another.

In retribution, he gathers both of my wrists in one of his hands and brings them up over my head. I bite my lips, excited, and surge my head forward to pull him back in for a kiss. With less than an inch between our lips, a beam of light shines on us.

A worker from the drive-in stares up at us with a flashlight in his hands, his lips are slightly parted at catching us. Before he can yell at us for watching the movie for free and for trespassing the adjacent building, Kenny lets out a loud laugh before he helps me to my feet. The blonde quickly gathers our things into his backpack and tugs me back to the stairwell. He doesn't forget to flash a middle finger at the interruption.

The sounds of our elated laughter and our shoes rapidly meeting the pavement of the stairwell echoes out into the night.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Are you fucking groping me, you damn homo?!” Cartman shrieks when he feels a hand lightly slide into the back pocket of his pants, jumping away from the intrusion.

Kenny snickers, a smirk on his face as Kyle rolls his eyes. “My bad, dude. Thought you were N/N.”

“Dude.” Stan pipes up from his position at the front of our group with furrowed brows, his eyes never looking away from the screen of his phone. Kyle tugs on the inattentive teen to prevent him from falling off the curb of the sidewalk, lest he gets buried in a snowpile.

The blonde casually makes his way back over to my side, stealthily flashing me Cartman’s wallet from the pocket of his parka. He mischievously whispers, a wink accompanying his words.

“Order whatever you want, babe. Food is on me today.”

I giggle as Craig snorts from my other side, his hand in the back pocket of my jeans as he slightly tugs me closer to his side away from the blonde thief. The boys spontaneously decided on a day out to the amusement park when news broke out that none of our parents would be needing their cars this weekend.

My brother and Tolkien are currently looking at tickets online and are deciding between North Park Funland, previously known as Cartmanland when we were younger, or the Denver Amusement Park. Swayed by Cartman’s demand for nostalgia (and his annoying whining) to go to his former namesake, the group relents at the larger teen’s choice.

Having chosen our destination, the boys divide into two different cars. Stan has our mom’s car with Kyle obviously being the given passenger for his vehicle. This leaves the rest of the boys to get into a heated argument on seating arrangements as the combined number of seats is still lacking an extra seat.

But before the guys can further debate, Craig pulls me onto his lap in my brother’s car. This causes Stan to splutter and vehemently refuse to settle with this decision. Everyone rolls their eyes and collectively tells him to shut the fuck up for once, wanting to leave already. Clyde and Butters quickly calls dibs to tag along in the back with us and soon we are on our way.

The scenery passes by as music resounds throughout the car, Clyde insistent on being on the AUX. The rest of the boys bag on his music tastes but he only turns up the volume louder in spite. All too soon, we become compliant to the songs the brunette wants to play to avoid our eardrums from bursting. He and Butters loudly sing along to the melody, dramatically dancing to every beat and giving the curly haired teen at the front a headache.

I giggle along with their antics until I feel one of the hands wrapped around my waist slide down to my inner thigh, my eyebrows quirking up as I make eye contact with Craig in the rearview mirror. He responds with a lifted eyebrow of his own before he gently squeezes the purchase of skin he has access to. I glance around to see if anyone else can see us before I lightly bring my elbow back to hit him in the side for teasing me when my own brother is in the car, but he only smirks.

I roll my eyes and decidedly ignore him as Clyde asks a stupid question, my mouth opening to laugh at him. I continue to ignore the ravenette under me anytime he squeezes or pokes me for attention. He sighs near one of my ears before intertwining all of our fingers together, my eyes darting up to catch a peek of his reflection.

He moodily looks out of the window with a pout on his face. The downward quirk of his lips is so miniscule that it would’ve been hard to see had I not been looking for it. I smile in fondness and quickly squeeze our joined hands together. His head moves towards my direction so quickly in excitement that I can’t help but to let out a small laugh under my breath.

Cute.

[tainted-heartz]

Uhm hello! I was hoping you could write a Eddie x Frank x Male reader one shot where the trio are having a sleepover at whoever’s house and using it as a movie night probably with like horror movies because I don’t know why I just feel like Eddie would enjoy horror movies but uh sorry if this isn’t descriptive enough I literally am having a stroke trying to give some context also it’s totally cool if you don’t want to do this but I hope you have a great night/day and if you do decide to write this thank you so much it would be so cool! -🪷

| I feel like eddie does enjoy horror movies while frank HATES them so this is gonna be interesting- also gonna attempt to do an actual oneshot |

tonight you,frank and eddie had decided that a small sleepover was an order along with a movie night. you three chose your home only due to the fact you had the most blankets and the largest living room but eddie offered to bring a few spare pillows he had while frank brought some of the snacks. once frank and eddie had arrived you already got a blanket fort set up in front of the tv.

“ hey sweets! we brought everything you asked for and brought those extra fluffy pillows. ” eddie smiled as frank followed behind him.

“ awh thank you edds! ” you smiled and helped frank and eddie set up everything.

once you,frank and eddie got cozy under the covers you sighed as you turned your tv on. “ I dunno what we should watch..I didn't plan ahead of time. ” you mumbled as you laid your head back on eddie's chest. “oooh how about a horror movie like scream! ” “ e-eddie heavens no! I hate horror movies and this is supposed to be a little romantic sleepover not..a horror one! ” frank said in a anxious tone. “ frank pleaseee? we'll keep you safe you know it! ” you said with a smile as you gently held his hands , watching as he thought for a minute. “ oh fine.. ” frank mumbled but almost went red as you and eddie have him a sudden kiss as a thank you.

at the start of the movie frank had practically hid most of his face while eddie was smiling , excited since this hadn't been a movie he'd seen before. you glanced at frank and held him close to you understanding how he was so you didn't expect him to watch it with you and frank. it was sudden but there was one of those tacky jumpscares which caused frank to yelp.

“ ack- frank , sweetie it was a tacky jumpscare! ” you laughed as frank hid his face more. “ try being the one who's jumpy.. ” he mumbled trying to hide his embarrassment from you and eddie who were playfully laughing at him. you and eddie focused your attention on frank as you placed him in the middle of you two.

as the movie continued you and eddie gave frank reassuring kisses as the movie continued and you two chatted quietly. noticing frank had dozed off you laughed. “ I think.. we should start watching butterfly documentaries again instead of horror movies. ” “ yeah you're right.. I didn't mean to make him feel unsafe and scared though. maybe once he wakes up we can make it up to him? ” “ mhm , we can. it's late though. we should rest. ” you say as you got under the covers as eddie did. “ rest well edds. ” “ you rest well too sweets.. ”

[shiningwonderland]

Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Terry (Twitter: turtlemudge), Raz (Twitter: agnadance)

Editor: Snail (Twitter: herbert_snail)

December — Upbeat Dance

Last month, to convince Kaoru-kun to return home, Syo-kun and I pretended to be dating, but…

… I guess something about doing that has made me feel strangely self-conscious, and I've been unable to look Syo-kun in the eye ever since. 

I'm aware that it was just for show, of course, but… still… 

I thought he was about to kiss me… While that left quite an impression, I ended up realizing that if it was Syo-kun, I would probably be fine with that…

I can't help remembering that moment every time our eyes meet. 

I thought that I would stop feeling so flustered after a few days, but… it still hasn't stopped. 

I can talk to him, and it hasn't stopped us from working together normally… or so I hope, but then again I should probably be making eye contact when I speak to him. 

Syo Kurusu: Um, so… Haruka. About this month's—

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes! W-what is it?

Ack! I get so startled that I squeak a bit when I answer him. 

Syo Kurusu: Ah… well… Y'know what, never mind....

Haruka Nanami: …

Ren Jinguji: Hey, Icchi. What do you think that was...? 

Tokiya Ichinose: … What do you mean, "that"?

Ren Jinguji: Is it just me, or have things between the Lady and Shorty been a bit awkward lately? 

Tokiya Ichinose: I agree that there's been something strange between those two lately. You do realize that it isn't something we should involve ourselves in though, don't you?

Ren Jinguji: You're so cold. You won't get many fans that way. 

Tokiya Ichinose: I apologize if I seem cold. As their friend, I am concerned about both of them.  

Ren Jinguji: Then don't you think we should do something about it? As their friends? 

Tokiya Ichinose: … I truly think this is a situation in which outsiders shouldn't interfere. If we get mixed up in it, we may only complicate things further. 

Ren Jinguji: There is that, but it depends on how we handle it…

Tokiya Ichinose: … What are you getting at? 

Ren Jinguji: Heh. You just sit back and enjoy the show. 

Tokiya Ichinose: You're such a pain.

Syo Kurusu: Uh so! About the Christmas dance…

Haruka Nanami: ??? The Christmas dance…? 

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to…

As Syo-kun is speaking, Jinguji-san comes over, slipping right next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders. 

Ren Jinguji: Yo, Lady. Have you chosen your partner for the Christmas dance? 

Haruka Nanami: … It's a dance party…? 

That's right, Syo-kun was about to say something about dancing…

Ren Jinguji: Yeah, it's the Christmas event. Male and female students pair off for ballroom dancing. 

Haruka Nanami: Um… I… I've never done that kind of dancing, so… Um… I don't really think I can…

Ren Jinguji: Oh, really? In that case, let me show you. 

Saying this, Jinguji-san wraps an arm around my torso. 

Haruka Nanami: U-um…

Ren Jinguji: Your hand goes here. 

Haruka Nanami: Eh… uh, okay…

As instructed, I place my hand on Jinguji-san's shoulder. 

Ren Jinguji: Bring your body closer… Close enough that you could bury your face into my chest…

He pulls me firmly towards himself.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, you know… actually…

Ren Jinguji: That's it. Just keep your eyes on me, Lady. 

Syo Kurusu: Gaaahh!! Let go of her, you womanizer!!

Syo-kun gets between me and Jinguji-san and pulls us forcibly apart. 

Syo Kurusu: You!! 

Haruka Nanami: Yes, sir!! 

Syo Kurusu: Don't give him an opening like that! Or actually, from now on, don't go near him ever again!! 

Ren Jinguji: Hmph. So that's what you're going with? What right do you have over her? It's not like you're her boyfriend or anything.

Syo Kurusu: Shut up! This has nothing to do with you!

Haruka Nanami: Syo…kun?

Syo Kurusu: I just don't like it when I see somebody all over you.

Ren Jinguji: You're being a jealous child. How about you be a man and tell her that you like her?

Syo Kurusu: Shut up! That's not… what I mean… Don't lump me in with you!

Syo Kurusu: Romance isn't the only meaningful connection between people! 

Syo Kurusu: Stop making this all about dating! She's…

Syo Kurusu: She's my one and only, irreplaceable partner. There's no one who could ever take her place!

Syo Kurusu: I care for her. I will protect her with my own two hands.

Syo Kurusu: That's why I don't want her to get close to people like you. Got it?

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… I also care about you.

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パートナーだと思ってます。 I think of him as a partner. (+10 Love +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Haruka… you think so, too?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! You're my valuable partner. No one can ever replace you.

Syo Kurusu: I see… Sorry for yelling earlier.

Haruka Nanami: No, it's fine…

Syo Kurusu: I don't hate Ren, but I know how many girls he's made cry…

Syo Kurusu: I don't ever want you to cry…

Ren Jinguji: Wow, that’s harsh. I’m an ally to every woman. That’s why I can’t settle on just one.

Ren Jinguji: I just think the little lady is very cute. I would never steal her away from her knight and make her cry.

Syo Kurusu: If that's what you really think, then be careful about how to approach her! You're going to make her freak out! Sheesh…

Ren Jinguji: I felt like messing with you because it's so frustrating to watch you two. Why not just be honest with yourselves…

Syo Kurusu: What are you spouting off about…

Haruka Nanami: ???

Ren Jinguji: I see, you two still don't understand, do you? Well, take your time. I'll be watching from the sidelines.

大切な人だと思ってます。I care for him. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You are my idol who is dearer to me than anyone else.

Haruka Nanami: I want to do my very best with you from now on.

Ren Jinguji: I see, you two feel the same way about each other.

Haruka Nanami: ???

Ren Jinguji:  It's fine. Taking it easy has its own appeal.

友達だと思ってます。I think of him as a friend. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Um… so… He's not my boyfriend, or anything. I just like him as a friend…

Ren Jinguji: A friend… That's a convenient excuse. Oh well, that's fine, I guess…

Later that day after school…

We enter the recording room and start practicing, but for some reason, I still feel awkward around him.

We stare at our music sheets without uttering a word for some time…

Syo Kurusu: Um…

Syo-kun opens his mouth abruptly.

Syo Kurusu: So about the dance party that Ren was talking about this morning…

Haruka Nanami: Yes?

Syo Kurusu: Well… do you have anyone to dance with?

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Ah… um… I… am very bad at dancing… I think I'd just cause trouble…

Syo Kurusu: You can just practice!

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I know, but…

Syo Kurusu: Then… how about I dance with you?

Haruka Nanami: What…?

Syo Kurusu: I'm… your partner, after all… Also, it's a prince's duty to look after his servants.

Syo Kurusu: I'll teach you how to dance, so… um… don't dance with anyone else…

Syo-kun… Could it be that he had been trying to invite me this morning?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, sir. I will do my very best.

I bow my head in a humble manner.

Syo Kurusu: Great! I'm a strict teacher, so get ready to break a sweat!

His words are stern, but he grins from ear to ear.

Select the Phrase!

はいっ！Yes, sir!  (+5 Love +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Alright! Better keep up!

優しくしてください。Please be gentle with me. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: G-Gentle?! What are you saying…

Syo-kun's eyes shift nervously. Maybe trying to teach gently is difficult? But…

Haruka Nanami: In any rate, I know nothing because I've never done this before… I would like you to teach me step one…

Syo Kurusu: From step one? Gently…?

Syo-kun looks like he's thinking very hard about something.

Haruka Nanami: Yes… That's why… I would like you to teach me the beginner course!

Syo Kurusu: Course…? Okay, I'll do my best to teach you.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you!

厳しくお願いします。Please be strict with me. (+5 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I don't want to cause you trouble during the actual dance, so please be as tough on me as possible!

Syo Kurusu: Of course! That's what I was planning from the start! I would expect nothing less from my servant. You've got guts!

Haruka Nanami: Yes, sir!

Syo Kurusu: First, I'll teach you waltz. You know the tempo of a waltz, right?

Haruka Nanami: Uhh…

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2拍子です。2/4 timing. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: You silly. Waltz is ¾ timing.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… I see…

3拍子です。¾ timing. (+0 Love +10 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Yes! It's ¾ timing! Great job!

He rubs my head.

When he praises me, I get so happy and feel like I want to try even harder.

4拍子です。4/4 timing. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: You dummy. Waltz is ¾ timing. That's obvious!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Is that so…

Syo Kurusu: Sheesh. Your grades may be good, but you’re lacking in other places.

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry.

Syo Kurusu: I'll show you the proper way of doing it first. Try to do the same after watching me.

He starts doing the steps in front of me.

Syo Kurusu: You have to make clean steps. First, you step from your heel, and gracefully lower your foot starting from your ankle…

Ah… he's so cool!

Syo-kun is short but has good posture, so even when he is just walking, his movements are very precise and beautiful.

Haruka Nanami: So, like this…?

I try to move the way he taught me.

But something's off. He made it look so easy, but when I do it, it's completely different.

Syo Kurusu: You're exerting yourself too much. The tips of your toes are also facing outwards. Loosen up a bit.

Syo Kurusu: One, two, three. One, two, three. Like this!

Syo-kun stands right by my side and teaches me by placing his hands on me.

Haruka Nanami: Umm… One, two, three. One, two, three.

Syo Kurusu: Yes, like that! You can do it if you try! And… when we're dancing, don't think of us as prince and servant, but as prince and princess.

Haruka Nanami: Me, a princess…?

Syo Kurusu: That's right. Princes dance with princesses. I've never heard of a prince dancing with his servants.

Syo Kurusu: So since you're my princess right now, you better dance gracefully like one!

Haruka Nanami: Yes, my prince!

I… I'm a princess… I need to do my best!

Syo Kurusu: Okay, we're going to dance together now. Here…

Haruka Nanami: ...Okay.

He holds his hand out to me. When I place my hand on his, he pulls me to him.

Syo Kurusu: Hey… Grip my hand properly.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes…

Syo Kurusu: Also… if you don't get close enough to me, you won't be able to read my dance cues.

Haruka Nanami: L-like this…?

I step closer to him and press my belly against his.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah… but you have to get even closer… Yes, you have to be this close.

Haruka Nanami: Um…

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ドキドキします。My heart's pounding. (+20 Love +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Wha?! What are you talking about… Your heart's pounding?

Haruka Nanami: Can it be that you're feeling the same way, too?

Syo Kurusu: Huh? Ah… No! I've never felt that way in my life! Ever!

He blushes bright red and stammers. I hear his heart throbbing from our chests that are pressed against each other.

ちょっと恥ずかしいね。This is a little embarrassing. (+15 Love +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: D-don't say that. This is just practice, so… there's nothing to feel embarrassed about…

Syo Kurusu: …

Haruka Nanami: …

I become self-aware and my face flushes.

顔・・・近いね・・・ Our faces are so close… (+5 Love +5 Music)

Since our heights are similar, our faces have ended up very close to each other's.

Syo Kurusu: Y-you idiot! Don't say that! Ahh, geez!

Bright red, his steps become a little uneven.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

My heartbeat and his heartbeat start accelerating. 

Syo Kurusu: Hey, Haruka… Look up. Don't look down…

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay…

The moment we make eye contact, my heart makes a loud thump.

Without missing a step, our faces go beet red and our hands heat up…

Syo Kurusu: Ugh… ah… Haa… haa… ha…

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…?

Syo Kurusu: I'm fine. Don't look at me like that. I can keep going. I want to dance with you a little more.

He pulls me in by my waist even tighter.

Syo Kurusu: You… can relax more… Leave it all to me.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay!

Ah… It's so easy to dance. Syo-kun is leading me so I can dance easily.

He has a good sense of rhythm. Every move he makes is sharp and unique to him.

Instead of forcing it out, he adjusts to his surroundings and knows when to make the right move.

He's still trying to accommodate me, but he brings out his best moves when he can.

I don’t think he does this consciously; this comes naturally to him.

I can feel this is Syo-kun's unique rhythm.

This is a chance for me to take inspiration from this feeling and put it in song.

I feel like I can make a song that can really accentuate his charm…

I want to feel more of him… his beat…

Syo Kurusu: Yeah… I think you've gotten a lot better. You have a good sense! That's what I like about you…

Syo Kurusu: Your songs… your rhythm… they feel good. I want to sing them forever.

Syo Kurusu: Forever and ever… I want to keep dancing with you, but…

Syo Kurusu: Ugh!

Syo-kun grimaces sharply, backs into the wall and sits down.

Syo Kurusu: Haa, haa, haa…

His breath is shallow… He's in pain.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… A-are you okay? Should we go to the nurse's office? Or should I call the ambulance…?

Syo Kurusu: No, don't call them! This isn't a big deal!

I sit by Syo-kun's side and hug his shoulders.

I can't be of much help for him but I still want to support him.

But…

Syo Kurusu: Urgh…!

Syo-kun stands up.

Syo Kurusu: Sorry… I'm… going to cool off.

He runs outside.

Syo-kun… Is he… really alright? I'm so worried…

After that, Syo-kun frequently becomes ill when we practice dancing.

My heart hurts every time I see him clutching his chest with a pained look on his face. I don't want him to overexert himself and suffer.

The dance for the school festival will be different… but I'm still worried.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… This is too much. We need to stop.

I stop dancing in the middle of a lesson.

Syo Kurusu: Why? I'm fine.

Haruka Nanami: I know that you're fighting through the pain as we dance…

It's okay for us to not attend the Christmas party. Please, let's stop.

Syo Kurusu: Don't say that. I… want to attend the party with you…

Syo Kurusu: We're only in this school for one year. I want to make as many memories as possible. I want to live with no regrets!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…

I want to make memories too, but I’m worried that he's going to push himself too far…

On the day of the dance party, I  suddenly get called to the principal's office.

Haruka Nanami: Um… Did I do something wrong?

Shining Saotome: Hahaha… You're still fine, for now.

Shining Saotome: BUT it'll be too late if something were to happen, so I'm warning you now. That's because I'm very VERY nice.

Shining Saotome: Romance is against the rules. I know you already know this, but Mr. Syo is especially off limits.

Haruka Nanami: Why is that…?

Shining Saotome: Mr. Syo's heart is like a bomb. It's dangerous for his heart rate to accelerate.

Shining Saotome: Idols are always subject to pressure.

Shining Saotome: Who knows what will happen if you add lovey-dovey feelings in there. Be extra careful!

Haruka Nanami: Lovey-dovey… feelings…

Shining Saotome: Be extra careful if his face goes bright red or his heart starts throbbing like crazy! Avoid that at all costs!

Face going red… heart throbbing like crazy…

That has happened a lot whenever we’ve practiced dancing…

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わかりました。 I understand. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'll be careful!

Shining Saotome: Hahaha, good girl, good girl!

He ruffles my hair.

はいっ！ Yes, sir! (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Strenuous exercise and exhilaration… I'll be sure to avoid them as best as I can!

Shining Saotome: Hahaha! Do your best!

・・・ … (+20 Love +0 Music)

If… something happens to Syo… Just thinking beyond that causes my legs to tremble on the spot.

I have to stop his heart from racing…

I should stop us from dancing together tomorrow…

What should I tell him…

It's the day of the dance party.

Everyone has come to the party dressed glamorously.

I also am wearing a dress, but I don’t feel like dancing. I stand alongside the wall and watch everyone from afar.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka! There you are! Geez, I've been looking everywhere for you!

Syo-kun waves his arm and runs over to me.

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry…

Syo Kurusu: Um… That dress looks good on you. I thought you were someone else.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you… You look handsome, like an actual prince…

Syo Kurusu: R-Really? I'm not used to these clothes so I'm just a little nervous…

Haruka Nanami: …Is your heart racing?

Syo Kurusu: Huh? Ah… yeah, a little bit…

His face is red…

His heart is a bomb… and… lovey-dovey feelings…

He was suffering so much even as we practiced. If we dance in a place like this, he'll…

Syo Kurusu: Come on. The song changed, so this is a good time to start dancing.

Syo Kurusu: And um… today's a special day… so take my hand, my princess.

Syo-kun straightens up and holds out his hand.

But….

Haruka Nanami: I'm so sorry… I can't dance with you.

I don't want Syo to suffer anymore.

I can't bear to watch him make that pained expression again.

Syo Kurusu: Why? We practiced so much…

Haruka Nanami: Because your heart races…

Syo Kurusu: Huh? What're you talking about?

Haruka Nanami: You suffered so much even when we practiced. If we dance right now, your heart won't take it.

Haruka Nanami: The principal told me that I mustn't put any more burden on your heart because it's dangerous…

Syo Kurusu: So?

Haruka Nanami: Are you angry?

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I'm angry! You'll stop because it's dangerous? That's just running away.

Syo Kurusu: There's nothing gained from just running away. If there's a mountain, climb it. If there's a wall, go over it.

Syo Kurusu: If you give up before you start, that's the same as death. I won't stand living like that.

Syo Kurusu: We don't know when we'll die. That's why I refuse to back down. I'm living right here, right now!

Syo Kurusu: I'm going to make the most out of my life and keep living. I'll do every single thing that I can and make my mark in this world. 

Syo Kurusu: I want to cherish this life because I don't know when it'll end!

Syo Kurusu: I want to dance with you! I want to see more of your smile! So come with me, Haruka!

Syo-kun pulls my hand and runs.

He pulls me in and leads me with a strength that is unimaginably strong for such a small body.

He really is a man…

My heart starts racing.

Will his heart start racing if he were to hear my heart beating?

I get scared when I think about that.

Syo Kurusu: Don't look down. Look up. I'll be okay!

Haruka Nanami: But…

Syo Kurusu: It's fine. Believe me!

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Syo Kurusu: Good!

He flashes the brightest smile I've ever seen from him.

His lead is powerful and graceful, and his movement is refined down to his fingertips.

It's as if he has become one with the music and I feel so good.

My heart is becoming one with Syo-kun and the music.

Female Student A: Ah, look at those two!

Female Student B: Wow… How wonderful!

Syo-kun's dancing is so graceful and polished that everyone around us starts sighing from admiration.

I can't believe I'm dancing with someone as skilled as him…

Syo Kurusu: Hey, don't look away. Look only at me.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Syo Kurusu: This is really nice. I love dancing with you. It feels great!

Haruka Nanami: I also love dancing with you.

Syo Kurusu: Listen up. You're mine for the rest of your life. Never ever dance with anyone else.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…?

The music stops and we end our dance.

We take a pause and then…

Syo-kun hugs me tightly.

Syo Kurusu: In exchange, I'll always be by your side. Be with me always, right here with me…

Syo-kun whispers into my ear.

Haruka Nanami: Of course.

I don't know what will happen from now on. I think his heart is going to race more frequently if we're together.

But I will continue supporting him… right by his side.

The party ends, and Syo-kun and I walk towards the dorms.

Syo Kurusu: Ahh! My shoulders are stiff. I guess that's what happens when you wear clothes like these.

Haruka Nanami: Yeah… I agree. But I had a lot of fun!

Syo Kurusu: Yeah… I got to see you in a dress… and you were… very pretty.

Haruka Nanami: Th…Thank you.

Syo Kurusu: Umm… I want to tell you something.

Haruka Nanami: Tell me what?

Syo Kurusu: Umm… You don't have to be my servant.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… so this means you're firing me?

Syo Kurusu: Huh? Uh, yeah… You're not helpful at all. You're an absolute clutz. Heck, I end up taking care of you most of the time… 

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry…

I didn't know that I was causing this much trouble for Syo-kun…

Syo Kurusu: You idiot… Why are you making that face?

Thump.

Syo-kun lightly taps me on the head with his fist.

Syo Kurusu: What I mean is… you've been promoted from being my servant to being my princess.

Haruka Nanami: Princess…?

Syo Kurusu: Meaning… I'll date you. There, I spelled it out for you…

Haruka Nanami: Date? Me and… Syo-kun?

I'm so incredibly happy that I can’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes and overflowing down my cheeks.

Syo Kurusu: H-hey. Don't cry! Does that mean… you hate me?

Syo-kun looks into my face, flustered.

I shake my head.

Haruka Nanami: I'm happy…

I tell him my feelings as best as I could.

There's so much I want to tell him but I'm crying so much that I couldn't form words.

Syo Kurusu: Erg…!

He hugs me.

Syo Kurusu: Hey, that face is too much to handle… You're too cute!

He loosens his embrace and looks into my face.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka… I love you.

He leans into my lips…

This isn't acting. This is real… a real kiss.

Syo Kurusu: Nn…

After giving me a brief kiss, he gazes into my eyes again.

Syo Kurusu: I won't let go of you for the rest of your life. Brace yourself.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

I won't ever let go of him. I want to be by his side forever, and ever, for the rest of our lives…

Mini Game

Ryuuya Hyuuga: Hey, Nanami. Sorry for calling you here. I want your opinion on composing.

Ryuuya Hyuuga: Here are some unfinished lyrics by a student. They're still stuck on what to write.

Ryuuya Hyuuga: What kind of phrases would you put in while considering the melody? Can you pick some out of the choices?

Ryuuya Hyuuga: Just approach it the same way as you did with the previous lyrics test.

Ryuuya Hyuuga: However, nothing's finished so there isn’t really a right answer.

Ryuuya Hyuuga: In this case, think about what would feel right here… Nah, it's fine.

Ryuuya Hyuuga: Are you ready? Time to get started!

S RANK

Syo Kurusu: I was surprised. You and I think the same way. We must have the same kind of sense… Birds of a feather!

Haruka Nanami: Maybe we are!

It would be nice if we are. I would be happy if we have the same music sense.

Chapter End

[emiefluff]

╰┈➤ Bummed Out Days ! ☄. *. ⋆

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fandom - Honkai: Star Rail

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters- March 7th, lee!Stelle (platonic)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary- March finds Stelle bummed out about losing a game, so she tries (and succeeds in) cheering her up.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Man istg i haven't seen that many lee Stelle stuff here on tumblr, so i decided to change that :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Also this is my first fic! I hope to god i wrote for these two correctly......

(fic under the 'keep reading' cut)

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Stelle would sigh, feeling bummed out. She had just lost a game that she was really invested into, and had her hopes up in winning. She started to consider giving up, before a pink-haired optimistic girl known as the one and only March 7th came into the room. She noticed Stelle's upset expression, and immediately expressed concern.

"You okay, Stelle? You seem pretty upset. Did you lose your game?" March would ask thoughtfully, hoping to understand what was wrong. As she waited for an answer, she sat herself on the bed, next to Stelle.

Stelle looked up at the girl, finally speaking. "Yeah....It's not fair! I was so close to winning!" Stelle would look down in embarrassment. She never had taken a liking to losing at any game, so she felt ashamed when she did lose. March sighed softly, before reassuring her best friend that it was okay.

"Hey, don't stress about it too much. You won't always win the game, but as long as you try your best, it'll be fun! Besides, I know that deep down inside, you're still awaiting to try again!"

Stelle thought for a brief moment about the words March had spoken. It was pretty thoughtful of her to say something like that. "Yeah, I guess you're right, March." Although it seemed lighthearted, Stelle would soon regret wording it like that.

"You guess I'm right? I am right! Looks like I have to convince you fully!" March's smile would curl up into a smirk, as she gave Stelle no time to react. As the girl would react with a "March, wait-", March would pin Stelle down on the bed, straddling her hips.

"Too late! I'm gonna getcha!" After that, March would immediately begin to scribble her fingers up and down Stelle's sides, causing the latter to start bubbling out sweet giggles. "A-Ack! Ehehehe! Mahaharch!"

Despite the poor girl's squirms and giggles, her pleas fell on deaf ears as March kept going, giggling at Stelle's sweet reactions. "No way! This is too cute for me to stop now! Besides, I bet Dan Heng would be amused to hear this adorable laugh of yours~!"

Stelle shook her head rapidly, continuing to giggle uncontrollably. As she squirmed lightly, she halfheartedly swatted at March's devious fingers, trying to prevent them from reaching her tummy. "Nohohohohoho! Mahaharch! Pleheahase! I-It tihihickles!" The grey-haired trailblazer would speak throughout her laughter.

"Awwww~! It's pointless, Stelle~! There's absolutely no escape, dear~! You should probably just give in." March cooed as her fingers spidered all over Stelle's torso, stopping next at her ribcage. "Nohohohohoho! Mahahahahahahaharch!" was all Stelle could reply with. She was too flustered by the teases slipping out of her best friend's lips that had just curled up more into a devious grin.

After a few more seconds of March just deviously stilling her fingers at Stelle's ribs, the pink-haired girl would go in for the kill. She'd immediately slip her small hands under Stelle's arms, wriggling her fingers, and causing the poor girl to shriek in surprise.

"A-ACK! NOHOHOHO! MAHAHARCH!" shrilled the trailblazer in laughter as she tried to fight back against the ticklish assault. March smiled sweetly at the now-in-hysterics girl, and pinched her side one last time, before letting up on relentless attack.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it! You were too cute~!" Stelle would flush up at the tease, before playing it off with a quick and rapid shake of her head. She'd take a brief moment to catch her breath, before March spoke up once more.

"So? Have I proven enough to you~?" She chuckled as Stelle immediately nodded to avoid being on the receiving end to March again. "God, that was so embarrassing for me..." Stelle would pout slightly, embarrassed about how high-pitched her laugh was just then. March laughed softly, reassuring her.

"Hey, c'mon now, I thought your laugh was pretty cute! Don't let anybody tell you otherwise, or they'll surely regret it!" Stelle laughed a little at March's tone of voice, before nodding in understanding.

[yuseirra]

i lurk on your profile sometimes to check whether you gave up on kamiai or not…

Hello anon~

HUH??? WHY??? Does it seem like I will or would? but nothing has really happened yet really... if you just consider what the guy's saying, the stuff he's said only reflects he's loved Ai thus far. If that gets contradicted, then maybe? but it didn't happen just yet. I drew something new this morning too..

I wouldn't draw something I've gave up on and talk about it every single day, YES I admit that this comic is making me very tense and I may need a break from reading it depending on how it goes the next few chapters because I feel like I'm getting overly affected by it... But I think things would be determined and become cleared up one way or the other within the span of 5~6 chapters at most. I honestly really want them to just get it over within 1 or 2 because I feel the answer's already there, and it doesn't need to be dragged on so much.

Do you want me to give up? That's not what this ask is implying, right?; Hopefully not...sorry for mentioning this but this makes me feel protective! ;v;) ack, honestly, I feel like at this point, I drew them the most out of anyone who's out there! That takes dedication. It takes my free time to draw and think about things. I could have spent my time doing something else, but I've been using it to draw them. I think that should say something about how I feel towards this ship.

If you'd like me to draw more, it would really help me if you can support me~ I get lonely...I've been very happy seeing the same people enjoying my works as of lately, they feel like comrades fighting this battle together and it's been giving me support. If you like what I've been doing, I'd love it to be conveyed- I promise, I've been drawing for a very long time at this point but I've never taken any of the positivity I received for granted. It always feels new, and I always get very excited over it. I'm shy too, so I understand if you can't do that, but likes and reblogs help.

Also, I don't feel like I've written anything so particular in my descriptions;; So I don't think it'll show so much whether if I've given up on something so much just from seeing what's there..!

My love and passion for something don't die out so easily. To think someone would feel I'd give up on something before I blatantly have stated it is sad!;;;After all I've drawn and said!! Does my passion for this feel that light? Love is a heavy thing!

If anything, I hope things turn out well. I would love this story if they really are the way I've been portraying them, and that idea I have didn't stem just out of my wishful thinking, I believe in it after having studied the source material.

Speaking of which, if I end up drawing things for other fandoms (I really want to draw some fanarts for persona too;;;) that doesn't mean my heart's left this one fandom. Same goes for every fandom I'm in. Just saying this in advance because I want to draw something persona 3 as well from playing the new DLC.

Again!! this got chatty!! but if you want me to keep drawing something, supporting it WILL really help me! That helps me immensely! If you like what I do, just lurking will not ignite my passion because your feelings will not reach me! Will you tell me how much you love and enjoy it with me? That WILL lead me to draw more with a smile, if it's something I'm currently fixated on! If you like what I've did, please tell me~ I will pamper you! I will reciprocate it and give high fives!

I think I will win regarding this, so I'm going to hold out~ if you like them, do stick with me because if it does, I can provide!!

[stonesparrow]

You ever watch a series just to make an AU because you think the aesthetic is cool?

Anyway RWBY AU Part 1:

(Read the whole thing on Ao3)

“WHOAAAAA!!”

Taiju threw his arms out wide as he and Senku stood in the courtyard staring up at the towering structure above them. “I can’t believe we’re actually here at Beacon Academy! It looks even cooler than it did in the pictures!”

“Would you shut up and get over here?” Senku grumbled as he struggled to drag their suitcases across the ground. “You have the whole year for sightseeing, but luggage doesn’t exactly carry itself!”

“Oh whoops, sorry!” Taiju bounded over and picked up all their stuff effortlessly as Senku wheezed in relief.

He took a second to glance over the other students unloading from the various shuttles coming in. “Looks like it’s all first years for now. Pity, I was kind of hoping to see some upperclassmen walking around.”

Just as he said that, there was a clamor as a plane suddenly appeared in the sky. As the boys watched, it touched down with a roar of its engines, and out stepped four young adults with calm, steely looks.

“Oh my god,” a student behind Senku whispered. “That’s team THHN!”

Senku raised an eyebrow. Team THHN, pronounced “Thane.” Despite still only being in their third year, they’d made the news a few times, he recalled. The leader, Tsukasa Shishio, was particularly well known for his incredible strength and promising career as a former star athlete before enrolling at Beacon. 

“Wow…” Taiju murmured as the team strode into one of the side entrances of the Academy to the awe of the first years. “Real Huntsmen and Huntresses, working hard to protect everyone!”

“They’re still students like us though,” Senku pointed out. “If you want to be like that, you better keep up on your studies, big oaf.”

“Oh, yeah! Right, we still have a long way to go!” Taiju grinned. “I can’t wait to start!”

“Then let’s start, by getting inside the building,” Senku said, pointing to the doors. Almost everyone else had filed in already. 

“ACK! Can’t be late on the first day!”

Once all the first-years were assembled in the amphitheater, Headmaster Yakov Nikitin and his wife Deputy Headmistress Darya Nikitina stepped onto the stage. 

“Welcome, one and all, to Beacon Academy!” Professor Nikitin’s voice echoed around the room. “Now, all of you may have had impressive records at your primary combat schools, but make no mistake! Here at Beacon, we strive for true excellence, and only those with minds open to possibility and hearts fortified with courage will surpass their own limits to become the Huntsmen and Huntresses Vale needs.”

“Tomorrow we will begin the initiation ceremony, where you will meet your partners and be sorted into teams,” Professor Nikitina said. “I suggest you all try to get a good night’s sleep, because even though it’s only the first test of many, it will hardly be easy.”

As Senku and Taiju set up their sleeping bags in the ballroom, Senku examined some of the other students. He and Taiju were obviously going to be a partner pair, despite Byakuya having been annoyingly vague on how partners were chosen, but that still left a couple of spots to be filled.

They could of course try joining up with some of their classmates from Signal, but most of them didn’t exactly mesh well with Senku and Taiju’s…unique energy, as his dad would say. 

“Thoughts?” He asked Taiju. His friend hummed.

“Well…hey doesn’t that girl over there look familiar?”

Senku followed his gaze. Across the room there was a small group of students who’d dragged their sleeping bags together—two girls and three boys. The two girls looked very similar in appearance—sisters, probably. 

“I don’t…think so? I don’t remember her from Signal.”

Taiju shook his head. “No, I think I saw the shorter girl on tv before. Kohaku Hoseki, winner of last year’s Mistral tournament. They said she and her sister come from a family of Huntsmen, and she’s apparently really strong.”

“Hm.” Senku tilted his head. “Well, strength isn’t everything, and neither is family connections.” Senku would know that better than anyone, after all. “Let’s stop worrying about all this for now. We better rest up, big day tomorrow.”

Taiju nodded, excusing himself to go to the bathroom while Senku flipped through a book he’d brought with him. 

“Oh hey, I’ve read that one.” 

Senku looked up. One of the boys the Hoseki girl had been talking to was standing over him.

“Mm?” 

“Advanced Dust Applications For Engineering and Weaponry,” the boy said, pointing to Senku’s book. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s pretty good.” Senku scribbled a note down in the margins. “I wanted to add some more features to my weapon, and I don’t exactly trust anyone else to handle it, you know?”

“Totally understandable,” the boy nodded. He held out a hand. “I’m Chrome Osamu.”

Senku took the offered handshake. “Senku. I studied at Signal.”

“Luxar for me and my friends,” Chrome said, gesturing to the people he’d been chatting with earlier.

“They get tired of you rambling about weapons engineering?” Senku grinned. Chrome laughed.

“Maybe a little, but I also wanted to meet some new people, you know? When you grow up with the same bunch of folks, sometimes you need a little breather.”

“You don’t have like, other friends from Luxar?”

Chrome let out a little hiss. “Ah well, I would love to say I was really popular and all but…” he shrugged. “Some people just don’t get how baaaaad Dust science is, you know? Bad in a good way, I mean.”

“I hear you,” Senku nodded. People tended to zone out whenever he got really into explaining a new application for Dust and the research happening around it.

A booming voice echoed around the room. “LIGHTS OUT IN FIVE!”

Chrome blinked. “Ahh, too bad, I totally wanted to hear about your weapon improvements…”

“We can talk more after the initiation ceremony,” Senku said. Chrome lit up.

“Great! Night then, Senku!” He waved as he walked back over to his friends. 

“Night.”

Taiju then returned, plopping down on his sleeping bag with a strangely dazed expression.

“What’s with you?” Senku frowned. Taiju turned slightly pink.

“I, uh…” he blinked. “I think I made a friend…”

“Oh? I think I did too. Who’s yours?”

Taiju didn’t answer. He was staring at a girl with brown hair across the room. She spotted them, then waved, and Taiju immediately flushed red and waved back frantically.  

Senku blinked. “Wow. We haven’t even been here twenty-four hours and you’ve already developed a hopeless crush.”

“Her name’s Yuzuriha and she went to Pharos Academy,” Taiju said dreamily. “And she’s so cool…”

“Uh huh. How about we stop talking now,” Senku said, pulling his covers up. “Goodnight, Taiju.”

“Night…”

[legrandefungus]

Fungus writes more of his EoS AU.

After this, I might wind up posting a bit out of order. But! This is where a few things get set up! This is also where I introduce some music! It's just something I think fits the scene.

It's been a few weeks! Bidoof, expectedly, is trying to be as friendly and helpful as possible.

Yes, weeks. Looks like the timeline's going a bit slower. Thank goodness for that. I'd hate having a month, give or take, to prepare for the dark future.

Shalvy, too. Does having someone who treats him like a normal person is surprising? I guess my brand of baseline respect for all people is effective. It's too bad I have to hide so much from you.

Though... Something's concerning. I bumped into Drowzee and nothing happened. Was it because I already know about i-

"Ah! Sorry, Mr. Chatot!"

He was annoyed. First off, how casually the vulpix acted! But at the same time, the child was running himself ragged. One expedition a day? Sometimes two if they line up? The exploration notice board's been seeing a lot of use from the little one! But... that pace wasn't enthusiasm. Ennil looked horrified at the very concept of a break.

"Ack! Please watch yourself, Ennil! It would reflect badly on us if..."

I didn't hear what he said after that, I was instead thrust into something.

"You... Never trusted me?"

It was cold. Damnably cold. I could see the heartbreak all over him. What happened?

"..."

I couldn't make out the other voice. The blowing wind obscured it from me.

"But I-"

"..."

"!"

Who are you? What's going to change? I should warn Chatot, but he doesn't see me as someone to acknowledge yet. Blast, the future's already going to be screwed up, what's ne-

"ENNIL!"

"Wh-huh!?"

"Are you alright? You fell over."

"Oh, sorry! I did some training with Bidoof earlier today. I must be more tired than I thought!"

"Well, glad to see you're so enthusiastic! But don't overdo yourself, either! You have to know your limits."

If only. If something's going to change, I have to prepare as much as I can. Me reaching the end of my endurance is the baseline of where I need to be.

"Apologies, I need to do as much as I can. Then the other members won't have to worry as much!"

Preparation is key, I need to learn this desperation to survive the future.

That's a lie. He spoke very rigidly, and what kid uses the word 'apologies!?' Still, it looks like how he's acting has lined up roughly with Chatot's first impression.

"Still, you should leave some low-ranked missions for the others. And your partner's been looking exhausted lately, too!"

"A-ah, right. Sorry, Mr. Chatot."

This kid's not sorry at all! He should be taught a lesson before he hurts himself!

"No! For the rest of today and tomorrow, you're to be barred from taking any missions or going on expeditions! You can clean and help around the town in the meantime. Shalvy will be reassigned to do some expeditions with Bidoof."

For a single moment, Chatot saw it. Terror, plain and simple. Not the look of a chastised kid, or one scared of punishment, that's for sure.

"...Yes sir." Well. That puts a bit of a wrench in my plans. How annoying.

What are you running from, Ennil? If anyone, he should at least be able to tell the vice-guildmaster. Everyone's willing to help, if only he opened up.

...

Turns out, doing work for the Kecleon Brothers was pretty easy! And a bit relaxing, too. It was nice getting to let loose and actually use some of my old skills.

They kept an eye on him just a bit to start. Give the kid some simple jobs for the shop, make him happier, maybe a slight discount on their next purchase over 1000 poke too! Then the little bastard went and started doing things that were definitely not childlike.

That's another Gravelyrock. A few quick jots here and there cleared that up.

"What's the tax rate again?"

...

"I think there might be an error in the pricing here. Are you doing a markdown?"

"Oh, that's a sale we're doing! Draws in the thrifty types."

"Makes sense! Gotta have some way to get the stingy folks to make a purchase."

...

"Hey, you think we could hire this one in the future?"

"He's strange, that's for sure."

Strange was an understatement. He was already on par with some of the newer Kecleons in the business, and it still looked like he was holding something back.

Still, the brothers were quite happy to have him working for the day. Most ADULT pokemon would have gotten a headache by noon with all the numbers floating around. The vulpix hardly complained and stayed even to the closing times.

"Say, Ennil. What might be your thoughts on working with us?"

"Oh! I could do some work from ti-"

"Genuine thoughts, please. You're good, but we can smell a performance from a mile away."

"..."

"Blight, am I really that obvious?"

"Pfft-!"

The whiplash going from hopeful, somewhat happy kid to the tone of someone who tripped and lost newly bought reviver seeds proved too much for the younger brother, who burst into laughter.

"Keheh! No, we're just good at sniffing out con artists and folks putting on a show. Too many of them try to get discounts for some reason or another."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"Children also aren't supposed to know about the concept of a tax well. Especially not the one involved with merchants."

"...Right. Forgot about that."

"So, thoughts?"

"I'd have to ask Chatot, but that sounds good."

"Khhheeh... Ahem, sorry, sorry! Please do! It's wonderful to have someone who knows enough to keep up."

"Oh, and before you go..."

They kept an eye on him a bit earlier, too. So, a bit of an investment now might mean a much bigger payoff later!

"WHA-AKC-"

I'm a bit glad my voice brought me into a coughing fit. A lot more talking today than I was used to. Definitely terrified that they knew I was wanting a stronger fire move. But Flamethrower? That might just be what I'll be needing.

...

"I force you to take a break, and you find a way to do more work."

"..."

"I already heard it from them earlier in the day. The two were very enthusiastic about your help. Just-" Chatot sighs. By Arceus, this kid's going to make him retire early. "We'll figure something out. Klefki should almost be done with dinner."

"Alright!"

Strange Journal, page 2.

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙/𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝐴 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙. 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒.

𝑆𝑜, 𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑆𝑘𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒-𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚! ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑍𝐼 𝑜𝑟 𝐷𝑇. 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛, 100% 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒; 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 170%. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠. 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓.

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡-𝑏𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦-ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑑𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐼'���� 𝑜𝑛-𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟. 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑠.

[yourbestpalpercy]

(1 page long this story is…why? Well, I’m planning something for tomorrow. Shh!!)

The day of the fight with Iris came and instead of Leaf going to fight her, Leaf was invited to a meeting with The Chairman himself–

Leaf choked on her water upon reading the letter.

“Mmrtghkkr–!” Leaf placed the letter to the side as she heaved and cleared her throat. “Gghh…ack…should’ve not been drinking anything…guess it’s good I wasn’t eating though…” Leaf mumbled groggily. Slowly, she picked back up the letter and looked it over again.

To, Leaf Personthing

Date [9/20/2017]

From: Robert Cyger [The Chairman of C.O.G.S]

Sub: Meeting

Dear Leaf Personthing,

As of late, I, The Chairman of C.O.G.S, have picked up on the popularity you are building with the members of my company. I am both impressed and annoyed with your abilities. Regardless, I am requesting that you come to the main building for a meeting either tomorrow (this Saturday) or this Sunday. My security will escort you to the waiting room outside the meeting room. I would prefer not to do the meeting at your place of residence, so, please make sure you show up. I will be waiting to discuss IMPORTANT MATTERS.

Yours Sincerely,

The Chairman of C.O.G.S

Leaf could only think of one thing as she read over the note a few times, ‘There is no way in hell I’m going there…’ Leaf panicked and quickly started ripping up the letter, stuffing it in the trash…before she quickly pulled it back out and deciding to burn it instead. Maybe she could pretend she never got a letter?

Playing dumb sounded like the BEST course of action right now!

But-..y’know…! Even if she pretended to not have received it, Robert mentioned- implied he would just show up to her house whether she wanted it or not. Could Leaf sleep on this issue…?

Oh–! WHY WAS LEAF SCARED OF THE CHAIRMAN!? He’s just acting professional because it’s a business letter! From what she knew, it was a mask he put on, he was honestly a little pathetic..kinda. Maybe hearing that recording made her form a larger opinion than she thought…

Okay, Leaf…just calm down, you can rest- try to rest easy…

‘Flippy made sure you stayed home today so you didn’t die from fighting Iris. You can talk today to sleep and feel better. After all, you’re tired from all the peace talking, aren’t you?’ Leaf only nodded a little before she made her way towards her bed to rest.