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#wow I will never be able to let myself have friends huh

torukmaktoskxawng · 1 year

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Headcanons if Avatar!Grace lived and raised Kiri alongside the Sullys and adopted Spider:

"Jake Sully, I know damn well that you didn't just ground your son for recklessness! 'You wanna hear about reckless? How about the time you taunted a baby hammerhead titanothere and its mother before being chased into the jungle by a Thanator like the asshat you are."

Spider is depressed because Neytiri has yet to warm up to him. Grace gathers him up like he's still a baby and since she's a Na'vi and he's a human, it's so easy to do: "Give her some time, kiddo. Neytiri has lost more than most to the Sky People. In the meantime, go find your sister. I think she's been wanting to show you her newest verse in her songcord."

"Neteyam, sometimes you gotta just ignore your father. He's a jarhead. No. I'm not telling you what that means."

Kiri when she's vocal about her insecurities and how she feels different from everyone else. Grace silently listens before saying: "You hear Eywa? Normally, I would call you crazy from a scientist's perspective... but after what Eywa has done for me... After she saved all that I am in this body while the human one died, and after she gave me you, I don't think it sounds as crazy anymore. You're a miracle, baby. My sweet little miracle. You and your brother are so special, and any moron who says otherwise must have a death wish."

Ever watch Once Upon a Time? Remember this scene between Regina and Emma? ⤵️

Quaritch: He's my son-!

Grace: HE'S NOT, HE'S MINE!

"Jake, Lo'ak came to me traumatized because he walked in on you and Neytiri."

Jake: It was an accident. But at the same time, he can't just walk in without announcing himself.

"No? Huh. That's funny. Hey, I think Norm should go talk to your son about the time you wheeled in on him and Trudy--"

Speaking of Norm, Grace has a hard time being able to fit herself in their portable biolab due to the size so Norm and Max build a large greenhouse and lab meant for Grace's new height difference. They can't change the fact that the microscopes are still too small for her hands, however.

"If my hands weren't capable of crushing the damn thing I would've done it myself instead of letting you idiots tamper the samples with your saliva AGAIN."

She still teaches all the village kids how to speak English among other human customs. A new school is built in the mountains and Tuk is her best student, obviously.

Grace vocally admits she prefers Jake in a wheelchair because he was easier to push around. To which Jake responds: "Woman, you know damn well you still push me around."

Here's some more angst: Kiri and Spider are arguing and I believe this scene comes from the live action Mowgli movie:

Kiri: You're my best friend, Spider. I understand what it's like for no one to want you. I don't have any friends neither. But we have each other and we're like the same--

Spider: We're not the same.

Kiri: We are. Because- you're special, and I'm special--

Spider: WE'RE NOT SPECIAL! Don't you get it?! We'll never be one of them! We're freaks! You're not special, Kiri! It's just something Mom tells you to make you feel better about yourself BECAUSE YOU CAME OUT WRONG!

(Side note: Wow. I just made myself cry.)

Grace would be beside herself. She's trying to comfort Kiri after the fight and trying to figure out what to do with Spider. She knows she should ground him, but at the same time, she knows where he's coming from and why he finally snapped. With Quaritch hunting them and likely trying to take Spider back, the boy is beyond stressed on top of still trying to fit in.

Lo'ak ended up being the one who got Kiri and Spider to make up after giving each other the silent treatment for a week. Lo'ak understood them better than Grace ever could.

Grace, with Rotxo, probably: If you break my daughter's heart, then I'll break your tail.

Jake is trying to get his whole family to behave alongside the Metkayina so that they could stay there and not get kicked out. He didn't realize he'll have to make GRACE AUGUSTINE behave on top of that.

Ronal and Grace have MAD respect for each other you can't convince me otherwise.

I NEED to see Avatar!Grace riding a skimwing with the brightest smile on her face that would be so amazing.

Tsireya buddies up to her immediately, sticking to her side like glue and asking a hundred questions, usually followed by "Can I take Kiri and Spider swimming?"

Ao'nung keeps a good several feet between himself and Grace. He's suspicious and she straightens him out with one glare, ESPECIALLY after he bullied her kids around for being freaks.

Grace even got Tonowari to laugh when she came dragging his son home by the ear for talking rudely to her.

Grace is like a second mom to Neytiri when they're so far away from home.

And finally:

"I'm too old for this bullshit."

Please reblog and add your own headcanons! I need more Grace

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simgaroop · 1 month

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I think I am neurodivergent.

There is no official diganosis and at this stage in my life I probably won't look for one. But in recent years I've started to think I probably am one. I even thought about asking my therapist about this, just before she released me a couple years ago. But it just felt like I was making things up at the moment. Besides, it is pretty stupid for a mental health specialist to self-diagnose, so that's why I am not saying this with complete certainty.

Huh, this is one of those posts I should be writing in Spanish.

Anyway, why am I randomly posting this in my Sim blog? Well, because I am exhausted. I've spent the last two months carrying a huge figurative boulder on my shoulders and just pretending (or masking) non stop. If you met me in person, the most likely impression you would have of me is that I am a very calm, warm and sweet person, who has her shit together, is the voice of reason, a great listener, someone who is eager to come up with solutions to any problem. Someone who has control over her emotions, who likes "normal" everyday stuff. People look up to me and I am constantly been asked for support, both in my professional and personal life. I am so nice and adaptable, that I was able to practically live in a hospital for over 5 weeks, just leaving it to go to work.

However, deep inside I am a very anxious woman, who is triggered by thoughts of death, disease (of loved ones), doctors and hospitals. I need to have my time to be alone. I prefer (almost need) to sleep in a very dark room and listening to movie or videogame podcasts. I've always been into videogames and animated shows, and I tend to obsess about those topics. I used to write a lot of fanfiction and loved it, but have never told a soul because I am so embarrased by it. I prefer to be alone, I hate to make and answer phone calls and when I get a notification on Whatsapp I really need to take a moment to even read the message (and it is even worse if it's a voice message). I am socially awkward in situations that are not related to work. I used to stimm a lot when I was a child, and I still do it when I am stressed. I was a picky eater. I used to be the lonely child who preferred to be by herself and only made friends because my parents were worried. I do not watch series on Netflix, but I can browse Youtube for hours and watch Lets Plays and documentaries about shows. I've always wanted to share my nerd tendencies, but I can't, because I am a woman in her forties, and my family and social circle look down on that stuff. So I constantly pretend and only when I am alone at night I can browse and look at the stuff I like, which is honestly very innocent, but I feel like I have to hide it.

And these last weeks I have had to constantly hide myself in my "social" and "professional" self. And I am exhausted. I feel like my heart is heavy. And it is even affecting my work performance.

So I come to my nerdy spot on the Internet to vent. To the one place in which I can sort of be myself and hope like someone might read this and understand.

*Reads Post* Wow, this is why I mostly lurk. I sound like a 15 year old and my urge to pretend that everything is fine with me is screaming that I do not post this. 😥

#non sims #definitely deleting later #delete later

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helloalycia · 1 year

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first friend [two] // yelena belova

summary: when you convince Yelena to go out with the flirty barista serving you, you begin to realise that you may actually like her yourself.

warning/s: mentions of a breakup, shitty girlfriends and the mildest of angst.

author's note: here’s the second and final part! who doesn’t love a bit of yelena? i’ve got a multi-part alicia clark imagine coming up next 🥰

part one / masterlist / wattpad

Whenever bad things happen, everybody thinks it's the worst it can be and that they'll never get out from it. And that was exactly how I felt with the whole Thomas situation. Turns out all I needed to do was share my feelings with somebody.

After Yelena discovered the truth about our break up, it became a lot easier for me to move on from it. I didn't feel like I was holding it all alone, and if I ever did feel lonelier than usual, she was always there for me to call.

I was surprised she didn't do something horribly irreversible or probably illegal to him in some form of payback, considering she was still very much pissed about the whole thing. I'd made it clear I didn't want her to, and I was very appreciative of her listening to me.

A month passed and I didn't even care for Thomas anymore. It was easy to let it all go, to an extent. I tried to focus on myself again and appreciate what I did have in my life. And one of those things was Yelena, of course.

We were out on a coffee date during our lunch break one day. It was nice to get out of the Compound, especially during the few breaks I got, and Yelena happened to be mission-free so was able to join me.

"Sorry, one second, my phone keeps vibrating," she said when we were mid-conversation.

I waited patiently, watching as she quickly flicked through her messages.

"Who is it?" I asked, before sipping my iced coffee.

She sighed, tapping away quickly before locking her phone. "Just Nat. She can't find her hoodie."

"Oh, d'you know where it is?"

"Uh-huh."

I quirked a brow. "And you told her?"

"I told her I don't know," she said casually, before slurping her fruit drink.

I tried not to laugh as I glanced at what Yelena had on. "Is it the hoodie you're wearing by any chance?"

She didn't respond, but a smile curled on her lips as she met my eyes playfully. I chuckled, shaking my head at her silliness.

"I don't know how you're so confident lying to her. When she finds out, she'll be so angry," I said.

"She doesn't scare me," she answered with a shrug.

I raised my eyebrows in disagreement. "Seriously? She's intimidating as fuck! The Black Widow!" When Yelena didn't seem to agree, I scoffed quietly. "Honestly, I probably never would have talked to her if it wasn't for you. She's scary."

Yelena snorted with amusement. "Please. Natasha is the least intimidating person ever. Even you're more intimidating than her."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Of course you're saying that. You're her sister after all."

Enthused, Yelena leaned back in her seat and eyed me curiously. "I'm now wondering what you thought of me when we first met."

"Well, I thought you would be intimidating," I began, suppressing the urge to smile, "but then you came in because of a bad mission report and started pouting like a baby when I corrected you. So, from there, I knew you were harmless."

She opened her mouth with disbelief, lifting an eyebrow. "Wow. Seriously?"

"You're a softie deep down, I know it," I said convincingly, and she tried not to smile but it was impossible.

"Whatever," she mumbled, avoiding my eyes.

I grinned at her pout and the fact that she was only proving my point. "It's true! You would do anything I ask. Soft–ie."

She scoffed under her breath, crossing her arms, only making me laugh. I knew it and she knew it, but it was okay. That was why I loved her.

"Sorry to interrupt, but are you finished with your food?" a waitress asked, stopping by our table.

"No worries, that's fine, thanks," I said to her politely.

She smiled, nodding, before stacking them and saying, "Can I get you any dessert?"

I shook my head, but Yelena bit her lip as she glanced at the dessert menu sticking out between the salt and pepper shakers.

"Hmm, maybe," she mumbled, before pulling it out to have a proper look.

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat, amused. Of course she'd want dessert.

"You know, the chocolate cake here is very good," the waitress recommended, leaning down slightly to point it out on the menu to her. "Or if you're not a cake person, there's pie."

"That looks pretty good actually," Yelena agreed, nodding slightly.

"Something sweet for someone sweet," the waitress flirted, glancing at Yelena with a smile.

Either oblivious or not knowing how to react, Yelena clapped her hands together and nodded. "Well, I can't say no to that. Can I get a slice of your apple pie with some ice cream, please?"

"You got it," the waitress agreed, eyes lingering on Yelena a lot longer than normal, before collecting our plates and leaving.

I raised my eyebrows, trying not to laugh, as I looked over to Yelena with disbelief. Feeling my stare, she looked up and raised her chin.

"What?" she questioned.

I glanced over at the waitress who was behind the till getting her pie, and then back at Yelena. "What? Seriously? Did you not see what I just saw?"

Confused, Yelena tilted her head. "What? The picture of the pie? It's on the menu, Y/N, of course I saw it."

I tsked, shaking my head, before giving her a knowing look. "That waitress, idiot! She was totally into you!"

Taken aback, Yelena shook her head. "Pfft, no she wasn't. You're seeing things."

I rolled my eyes. "Yelena. She was literally checking you out."

"She was taking my order, that's all," she disagreed, getting comfortable in her seat. "It was good customer service is all."

I snorted. "Okay, whatever you say."

The waitress soon returned and gave Yelena her dessert, and not without checking her out yet again. Yelena glanced at me disapprovingly when I gave her another look, but said nothing else. We chatted for a little longer, her enjoying her dessert and me finishing my drink, before my lunch break was over and I knew I had to get back.

The same waitress – whose name tag read Andrea – gave us the bill and let us split it. But just as I predicted, she wrote a little something extra on Yelena's card receipt and slid it over to her before leaving.

"It's her number," I said with amazement, laughing when I put my jacket on. "I was freakin' right! God, I'm good."

"Maybe you were," Yelena said with mild surprise, looking at the receipt, before putting it in her pocket. "Probably won't do anything with it."

I quirked a brow. "Seriously? You should talk to her. She seems nice. And she was definitely interested in you."

Yelena considered it, glancing at the till where Andrea was serving another customer.

"It's really easy," I assured her, realising she'd never dated before because of her past, and so this would all be new to her. "No pressure or anything. Just approach her and say hi. And then the rest will play out itself."

"I don't know," she said, looking back to me with disinterest.

"Yelena, go over there," I said with encouragement. "You'll be fine. Promise."

She hesitated, watching me as if searching for confirmation. When I nodded, she took a deep breath and went over to the till. I smiled as I subtly watched their conversation, too far to hear anything but it looked like it was going well. Yelena was smiling shyly which was rare with her, and Andrea seemed to be enjoying the attention, checking her out and flirtatiously touching her hand on the counter.

Without thinking much of it, my smile faded when I saw just how flirtatious she was acting. It was a little icky to witness and left an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. I think I felt... jealous? Which was stupid, because I'd literally talked Yelena into going over there and I had no reason to be. But seeing it all play out was a different story, and a small part of me wanted to yank Yelena away and forget this ever happened.

It was a momentary feeling, strange, and I tried to ignore it. She was my friend and this was the first time she was putting herself out there – I was merely being overprotective.

Though, when Yelena finished her conversation and left with slightly pink cheeks, I realised it might have been more than a little jealousy I was feeling.

Trying to push that to the side, I plastered on a smile as we walked out the store. "So? How did it go?"

Yelena shrugged, smiling a little. "Alright. You were right. She was nice. I said I'd call her."

"That's great," I said, sounding excited for her, but I wasn't too sure I actually was.

"Enough of that anyway," Yelena said, giving me a sideways glance. "We don't want you back to work late. Let's go."

"We've got time, don't worry about– woah!"

I was cut off when Yelena put her hand out across me, stopping me from walking further forward. A cyclist suddenly sped past us, inches away from knocking me down if she hadn't stopped me, and I widened my eyes with surprise at the suddenness of it all and also the feeling of Yelena's hand protectively over me because she still hadn't let go, even when she yelled out a string of Russian curse words to the cyclist. It was kind of attractive, admittedly, seeing her so protective, and that's when I realised...

Oh, no.

"Are you okay?" she asked, finally dropping her hand and looking to me with concern.

I swallowed uncomfortably, avoiding her eyes. "Yep. All good here. Thank you."

She breathed out with relief, squeezing my arm gently. "People can be such idiots."

She began to rant about how inconsiderate some cyclists could be when riding on the pavement, but I was barely listening. The realisation that I may be attracted to my best friend was enough to silence me for the rest of the walk back to work.

It didn't long for me to realise that, yes, I do in fact like my best friend.

Though I tried to pin it down to a momentary lapse of judgement, or a mere appreciation for the beauty that was Yelena, I knew it wasn't that. More so when she actually began to see Andrea outside of the coffee shop and went on a few dates with her. The jealousy that went through me was too fierce to be purely platonic. And I hated that I only noticed too late.

Despite this, I tried to be as supportive as possible, especially because it was Yelena's first true taste of a relationship. There was a chance I was finding things to pick on without meaning to though...

"She's just really nice," Yelena was telling me one day after another date she'd been on. Her smile was permanent and she was gushing, making me feel icky because it was about someone else. "We went bowling and it was simple, but she makes me feel good. I didn't think it was possible, you know? I'm usually the one who doesn't feel like this, but something about her..."

She sighed contently, probably falling into a daydream about her, and I couldn't exactly do anything about it because I was the one who pushed her to go out with her.

"Does she know who you are?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, when deep down I hated the irrational jealousy in me.

She shook her head, trying not to laugh. "I'm not stupid. Of course she doesn't. As far as she's aware, I work in admin at S.H.I.E.L.D."

I narrowed my eyes without meaning to. "So, my job."

She grinned, winking. "Exactly!"

I shoved her arm gently from across the table. "Just be careful. She's still new and you don't want to let anything slip up."

She gave me a disapproving look. "Y/N, I think you forget I'm a fully trained assassin. I don't let things 'slip up'."

I rolled my eyes. "Still."

And that was only the start. The more dates she went on, the more unreasonably jealous I was becoming. I tried my hardest to be supportive, but it was hard seeing her be so happy with someone else.

I wasn't sure how I'd never looked at Yelena in this light before, especially when she'd been nothing but kind and caring towards me. Probably because I was in a relationship, but now I wasn't and she was, so everything was the wrong timing. Whatever it was, I just knew that now I'd become aware of how great she was in a more-than-a-friend kind of way, it hurt seeing her with someone else.

But, like I said, I was nothing short of supportive. I helped her get ready for her dates, I gave her advice whenever she asked for it, and I even hung out with Andrea whenever they invited me. She was just as nice as she was at the coffee shop, except now I hated everything about her for the sole reason that she was dating Yelena and I wasn't.

It was a horrid feeling, jealousy. But I tried not to let it get the better of me. Yelena was in her first proper relationship and she needed support, not bitterness.

Unfortunately, as time passed, there were a few times when Yelena and Andrea would have plans and Andrea would cancel last minute, unaware of the way Yelena's feelings would drop in an instant. Or sometimes, we'd all be grabbing lunch together and she'd cut Yelena off mid-story, highjacking it with her own. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, and Yelena never seemed to mind, so I didn't comment on it. But I always thought about it, hoping it wasn't my jealousy just picking things to hate on.

I knew I wasn't just seeing things when it happened again, though this time it was their two month anniversary (whatever the hell that meant). I was helping Yelena get ready at hers, doing her hair for her and listening to her ramble all about what she had planned and what restaurant she'd booked for the evening. She looked stunning, I wouldn't lie, but even more so because of the sparkle in her eyes and the glimmer in her smile when she talked about Andrea. As much as I disliked the girl, she made Yelena happier than I'd seen her. And as much as that broke my heart, it warmed it, too.

"So, the waiter said he'd prepare this special chocolate cake that's cut into a heart–" she was telling me as I put some pins in her hair to keep it out of her eyes, but was cut off by her phone ringing.

I passed it to her from behind me on the bed, happening to catch the caller ID as Andrea's. When she saw it, her face lit up and she answered it.

"Darling, hey!" she greeted, making me insides turn uncomfortably. There was a pause, then Yelena continued, "I'm almost ready and I'll come to pick you up. It's a surprise after all." She laughed, but then she fell silent, listening intently.

I finished her hair and smiled at my handiwork before taking a step back, only to realise the lovely smile on her face had disappeared.

"No, I understand," she said, voice lacking the same excitement it had all evening. A fake smile was on her lips as she looked down, playing with the hem of her dress. "It's okay, don't worry. We can reschedule. It happens all the time. Just a mix up, I know."

I frowned, wondering what was up, before watching her say her goodbyes and hanging up. It was quiet and she didn't say anything, so I decided to speak up.

"Is everything okay?" I asked gently, moving around so I could see her face.

She nodded, faking another smile as she met my eyes briefly. "Yes, but Andrea won't be able to go out this evening."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise. "What do you mean? You've got a whole plan. I thought you were picking her up."

She bit her lip, looking away. "She didn't realise she'd promised she'd go out to a party with her roommate tonight. Mixed up the days."

Without thinking twice, I said, "What the fuck? That's rude."

Yelena shook her head, visibly upset but defensive. "No, it was just an accident. Her roommate needed a wing woman and she promised she'd go. She said she'd make it up to me."

"Yelena, that's not an excuse," I told her with furrowed brows, not recognising this version of my friend. "It's your two month anniversary, right? You both knew the date. She should have cancelled with her friend and chose you."

"Y/N, just leave it," she said quietly, before standing up and taking out the pins in her hair.

"No, I won't leave it," I said, earning her attention. "This isn't the first time she's cancelled on you last minute. You put a lot of effort into tonight and she should be here!"

"It's not a big deal," she defended again, and it frustrated me to no ends because if the roles had been reversed, Yelena would have killed the person who did this to me. But ever since she'd dated Andrea, she'd become submissive.

"It's a dick move, Yelena!" I exclaimed, and she clenched her jaw. "She's a–"

"Don't," she warned, shooting me a look. "Don't talk about her like that."

"You always defend her," I said with disbelief. "Yelena, she does this regularly! And not just this."

"Oh, just say how you really feel," she said sarcastically, turning to walk to her wardrobe so she didn't have to look at me.

"Ever since you began dating her, it's like you've changed," I finally told her what had been on my mind. "She makes the decisions. She tells you what to do. She cancels, she takes advantage of your patience and you let her! That's not what a relationship is!"

"Stop talking badly about her!" she shouted suddenly, spinning around to glare at me. "I don't know where all of this is coming from, but stop it! It's not your place, Y/N!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted. "She's a shitty girlfriend, Yelena! Who the hell leaves someone alone on their anniversary?! And for what – a dumb party?! That's fucked!"

"Stop it! You–" She began to curse in Russian, looking up with frustration, before settling her fiery stare at me. "You're the one who told me to date her!"

I scoffed. "Well, that was before I knew how badly she'd treat you."

"No!" she yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "Stop it! You don't– fuck! You don't get to say all of this now! Not when–!"

Stopping herself, she squeezed her hand into a fist and looked the other way. I hated that she couldn't just see how badly she was being treated, how she couldn't believe me when I told her.

"Whatever, enjoy your cancelled date," I told her with a frown, before grabbing my phone and leaving her place.

So much for being supportive, I guess.

THIRD PERSON POV

"She's just being such a– such a–"

"A concerned friend?" Natasha filled in for her sister, making the blonde groan with frustration.

"Why are you sticking up for her right now?!" Yelena exclaimed. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"Sorry," Natasha apologised, hardly meaning it.

Since Yelena burst into her room at the Compound the following day of her cancelled date, ranting about how rude Y/N was being and how she didn't approve of Yelena's relationship, Natasha was forced to hear it all.

"She doesn't get to comment on this!" Yelena continued to rant, more upset than angry, Natasha noticed. "I waited for her, for crying out loud! I– fuck, I was in love with her and she didn't see that, so no! She doesn't get to tell me what my relationship is."

"I mean, regardless of all of that, she wasn't wrong," Natasha commented, wondering if she'd regret it given Yelena's current emotional state right now. "The way Andrea treats you... it's not how a relationship is supposed to be."

Yelena narrowed her eyes at her sister. "Are you just team Y/N all the way now? Didn't know you loved her so fucking much."

Natasha ignored her bitterness and continued, "I'm not taking sides, Yelena. But I've seen how Andrea treats you, heard from yourself how she treats you. It's a dick thing to do."

Yelena clenched her jaw. "You've never said this before."

Natasha sighed, looking over her cup of coffee and to her sister. "I didn't want to get involved in your first relationship. It's something you had to figure out yourself. But Y/N... she cares about you and said it first. She's right. You deserve better, Yelena. And you're only not listening to Y/N because you're holding a grudge at the fact that she didn't love you back. That she didn't know you loved– love– whatever it is, her. But that's not fair to hold against her when she doesn't know. You didn't tell her and that's on you. Not her."

Yelena began to unclench her jaw and looked away, her anger fading and being replaced with hurt. There was truth to Natasha's words, she knew that, but she couldn't accept it just like that. It wasn't fair. She waited for Y/N. She wanted her. And when she finally had her chance, Y/N convinced her to ask Andrea out instead. All Yelena ever wanted was Y/N. It should have been her.

It wasn't fair.

YOUR POV

Yelena and I had never argued before, not like this. Small, stupid, petty arguments, sure, but never this. I hadn't seen her as angry as I had that evening. We hadn't gone this long – a whole week – without speaking, ever.

I missed her.

After being left alone to replay that evening over in my head, I knew I shouldn't have snapped like I did. Letting my concern and jealousy both get the better of me like that... it wasn't fair on Yelena. She didn't know how I felt, she couldn't have, and I was the one who talked her into dating Andrea. I couldn't take it out on her like I was, so I knew I needed to apologise. And tell her the truth, even if it meant saying goodbye to our friendship forever.

I went to visit her at her apartment, hoping she'd be in and also actually let me see her. Sucking up a deep breath, I knocked on her front door and waited. Finally, the door opened and Yelena was standing there, certainly surprised to see me. She didn't look like she wanted to punch me in the face, which was a positive sign...

"Hey," I said, embarrassed at how quietly it came out. Clearing my throat, I repeated myself, "Hey. Hi."

She pressed her lips together, green eyes flickering between mine. "Hi. I didn't expect to see you here."

"I know, sorry for showing up unannounced." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I understand if you want me to leave, but I came here because I want to talk to you. I need to apologise, Yelena."

She raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised. "I see. It's funny you say that. I was actually going to visit you. I wanted to apologise also. And talk."

I was surprised, not expecting to hear that, and as much as I was curious about what she felt she needed to apologise for, I knew I needed to go first, it already on the tip of my tongue.

"Can I come in?" I asked nervously.

She nodded, stepping to the side. I let myself in, stopping in the hall and not inviting myself in any further.

"Y/N, I–" she began after closing the door behind me, but I cut her off instantly.

"Please let me go first," I pleaded. "I have to tell you something important. It can't wait."

She nodded reluctantly, eyes locking on mine as she waited for me to speak. This was it. The truth. Possibly the last exchange I could have with her if it went so badly.

"Firstly, I'm sorry for how everything went down between us last week," I said with a frown. "I shouldn't have flipped on you like that without warning. What I said... it could have been said better, at a better time and in a better place. But Yelena... it's true. I don't want to see you being used like that and forgotten about. You're amazing and you deserve the world."

She looked down at her shoes uncomfortably, and I worried I was going too far. But I sucked it up and powered through.

"The reason I was so bitter about it was because I was concerned as your best friend, yes, but also because I was jealous. I'm in love with you, Yelena."

Shocked, she looked up at me, eyebrows raised. Realising what I said, I cursed inwardly and tried to backtrack. That wasn't how I planned to tell her.

"Sorry," I said quickly, "that's not fair. You're in a relationship and–"

"We broke up," she cut me off abruptly.

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"That's what I was going to tell you," she said softly. "I broke up with her. You were right. I deserve better."

It was my turn to be surprised, eyebrows raised and her words digesting. "Oh."

It went quiet between us, our words hanging in the air, and I didn't know what else to say when she watched me closely.

"I've been in love with you for a long time," she finally spoke, taking me by further surprise.

"What?"

She released a deep breath, sad smile on her lips. "You never knew and I couldn't tell you because you were my first real friend. And I didn't want to ruin that."

She'd been in love with me this whole time? How was I so blind to miss it?

"Since when?" I asked, like it would make a difference, genuinely shocked by this revelation.

She swallowed thickly. "Do you remember that time when we went out to that sushi place? And I accidentally dropped the soy sauce all over you?"

How could I forget? It was shortly after we became proper friends and was the funniest thing to happen at a sushi bar. I smelled like soy sauce the whole afternoon at work but I didn't even care because Yelena was so embarrassed it was adorable.

"Yeah," I answered quietly.

"Since then," she said awkwardly, looking away.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what to say. I was too taken aback, overthinking every moment since that sushi date. She'd been in love with me for that long?

"Well, now what?" she asked nervously, a nervousness that was rare with her but reminded me she wasn't just the stoic assassin everyone thought she was.

I pressed my lips together, eyes studying her expression with intrigue. She was avoiding my stare, eyes glued to the ground, and I let mine fall from her bright eyes to the slope of her nose, the dip of her cupid's bow, the fullness of her lips. She loved me, too. But she wouldn't make the first move, that much was clear. Why wait any longer?

"Maybe I could take you out on a date," I offered, earning her attention. "A proper one. And I can show you how you're supposed to be treated. How you deserve to be."

I held my breath, portraying a confidence I definitely didn't feel inside. I was certain she was, too, the both of us awaiting an answer that felt like it wouldn't come.

And just at that moment, her phone began to ring.

Startled, she pulled it from her pocket and checked the screen before declining the call. Clutching it tightly, she looked up to me again, eyes flickering between mine.

"I–"

Her phone began to ring again, only making the nerves in my stomach tighten with each passing second.

"You should answer," I told her before she could decline it. "It could be important."

Reluctantly she nodded and let out an annoyed sigh, putting the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

I couldn't hear the conversation, but it sounded like her sister and there was a sense of urgency in her voice. Something must have been up. Yelena kept a passive expression, humming before promising to be there and saying her goodbyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," she said afterwards. "There's an emergency at the Compound."

I smiled, hoping she couldn't see my deflated expression, and shook my head. "No, it's okay. You go. I'll leave, too."

Turning around quickly with the only thought of mine to curl in my bed and sulk, I tried to leave, but Yelena grasped my hand and spun me back around. Before I could ask her what was up, she pulled me close and kissed me.

I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her waist like it was second nature, and kissed her back. It was gentle, lasting only a few seconds, but my cheeks flushed and my lips were tingling when she pulled away.

"I would love to go on a proper date with you," she muttered, a smile creeping on her lips. "It's all I've ever wanted."

I began to smile, too, speechless and breathless all at once. I could have stared at her for a long time, merely admiring her pretty eyes and heartwarming smile, but I remembered her sister's call and reluctantly pulled apart.

"You should go to the Compound, it sounded urgent," I told her.

As if suddenly remembering, she breathed out and nodded. "Right, yeah."

"Let me know if everything is okay and if we need to rearrange tomorrow," I told her, going to the door. "Be safe."

"I will," she promised, unable to stop smiling, just like me. "See you, Y/N."

"Bye," I said, bringing myself to leave because if I stayed a second longer, I knew I'd end up pulling her in for another kiss.

I left and the smile on my face was permanent, I was certain.

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 3

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Liam: Hey, Kate. Want to go on a date with me? Right now.

Kate: A date…?

Liam: Yup. Shall we get going? Let’s hold hands so we won't get split up.

Kate: Wah…!

…

Liam: You haven't come to the kitchen before, right? This is where our meals are prepared.

Liam made some hand gestures to the chefs who were stirring the pot.

(Oh… it’s sign language.)

Everyone working at Crown’s castle was deaf, most likely to “protect one another”.

Anyone can work here, as long as they won’t be able to find out about Crown’s secrets.

Liam: Fufu, I asked to have freshly baked bread for dinner. Of course, you’ll have some too.

…

Liam: You haven't been to the palace, right? Come on, Kate.

Kate: Uh. … Liam?

(Are we really allowed to enter without permission?)

Liam: Don’t worry. Only a few people in the palace know about Crown.

Liam: But as “guests of the Queen’s aide”, we have special access to the palace.

Liam: I’m sure you’ll be treated the same way as we are.

Kate: … I see.

Liam: When we’re communicating with people from the palace, we use our official job titles.

Kate: For example, you’re Liam the stage actor… and the others are—

Liam: Ah, I haven't told you about those yet. At this hour… follow me, Kate.

…

(Is this the palace’s library? Wow… there's so many books here.)

The tall shelves filled with books prevented any natural light from reaching this place, thus making it look like morning never comes.

Liam: Ah, there he is. Harry!

Harrison: Hm?

Harrison: Do you need something?

Harrison was surrounded by books and held a bundle of what looked like some manuscripts in his hand.

Liam: Apart from carrying out our duties in Crown, all of us are free to have our own occupations.

Liam: Will and Sir El are noblemen, so they govern their respective territories and manage their assets…

Liam: Harrison works as a proofreader for a publishing company. Isn’t that amazing?

Harrison: Goodness, what are you so proud of it for?

Their exchange sounded so much like that of a pair of good friends that were comfortable with each other, watching them brought a smile to my face.

(However…)

Kate: Why does everyone have jobs outside of being members of Crown?

Harrison: Hm?

Kate: I’ve only known you all for a few days, but it seems to me that Crown’s missions can get both physically and mentally challenging.

Kate: Therefore, I’m wondering why you would want to spend your spare time working other jobs.

Harrison: Why, you ask? Well, everyone has their own reasons, but as for me—

Harrison: I don't want to lose myself in the darkness. Another reason would be that I enjoy reading books.

(... Lose himself in the darkness?)

I felt moved to hear one of them tell me his values as a person, instead of as a member of Crown.

Kate: … It’s great to hear from you. Thank you, Harrison.

Liam: …

…

Afterwards, Liam continued taking me around and telling me all about Crown.

When night fell, we returned to Crown’s castle—

Alfons: Good day, Liam. You too, Kate.

Liam: Hey, Al. It’s already getting rather late, and you’re still heading out?

Alfons: Indeed. Do you want to come with me again? I might be able to satisfy your bothersome curiosity.

Kate: … Bothersome curiosity?

Liam: I haven't told you about it yet, huh. There's this very bothersome side effect that comes with having the curse of a cat—

Alfons: You have three options. Which one of them is the aforementioned bothersome side effect?

Alfons: Option one, he hits on anyone and everyone.

Alfons: Option two, he can’t eat hot food. And option three, he’s extremely weak for pleasure.

(Hmm…)

Kate: Option one, he hits on everyone… is that it?

Liam: Are you saying that I successfully hit on you?

Kate: T-That’s not what I meant.

Liam: Al, don’t say anything unnecessary. Kate, none of the three options are correct, okay?

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: Pardon me. I only wanted to see the troubled look on her face.

Liam: Be quiet for a minute, Al. That bothersome trait is actually — episodes.

Kate: What happens when… you get an episode?

Liam: Hmm… it’s a little troublesome and worrying. Ah, but it won't kill me.

Liam: Therefore, I have to periodically satisfy my “curiosity” before I get an episode.

Alfons: Liam. I don't think Kate fully understands what you just said.

Liam: You’re right. Alright, put it this way. Kate, imagine yourself being very hungry.

Liam: What would you do if there's food right in front of you?

Kate: I’ll definitely eat it without a second thought. The hungrier I am, the more I’ll eat.

Liam: Yeah, it's exactly that. The stronger your desires are, the stronger your impulses.

Kate: So, in order to avoid having impulses that are too strong, you have to satisfy your curiosity?

Liam: Yup, you’re correct. That’s my Kate.

Liam: Al plays a very important part in keeping this bothersome trait in check.

Alfons: We’re a pair of unhinged friends who will play all sorts of crazy games together to satisfy curiosity. It's insane.

Kate: … And what on earth does “insane games” mean?

Alfons: You can join us if you’re interested. You’ll always be welcome to.

(... I don’t know why, but that doesn't sound like a very good idea.)

I nodded to show that I appreciate the sentiment, and Alfons suddenly spoke up again.

Alfons: Ah, I almost forgot to mention. There has been a strange person hanging around the palace lately.

Liam: … Strange person?

Alfons: Yes. They always wear a hood that covers their eyes.

Alfons: It’s not easy to enter the palace or Crown’s castle, so you don't have to worry too much about that.

Alfons: Be warned that they might be a crazily obsessed fan of Liam.

With that, Alfons vanished as if he had melted into the darkness.

…

Liam: Wow, this beef stew is amazing.

Kate: I agree! And the freshly baked bread you requested for is so fluffy and delicious!

Liam: Fufu, eating delicious food will give you lots of energy for tomorrow.

Liam: I hope you’ll have an even better day tomorrow.

The things he said about “tomorrow” reminded me of what I told him before.

That night, I told Liam that I would eat so that I would have the strength to face tomorrow.

(Is he having dinner with me because he remembers what I said?)

Today started out as a date with Liam, but it turned into a day of him teaching me all sorts of things.

I’m confident that I’ll be able to do my job as a fairytale writer now.

(And have an easier time living here.)

I set down the utensils in my hands and turned to Liam, who was seated next to me.

Kate: … Thanks for all your help, Liam.

Liam didn't accept or refuse my thanks, he only gave me a small smile.

(But…)

Kate: We’ve only just met, so why are you being so nice to me?

Liam: Hmm… maybe I have an ulterior motive?

Liam: What if I say that I want to take advantage of you, while you have your guard down around me?

This time, it was me who only responded with a smile.

To me, Liam’s kindness wasn’t the type that could simply be dismissed as such a thing.

Liam looked troubled for a moment before muttering hesitantly.

Liam: I just thought that you needed me.

Liam: … Have I done something wrong?

Kate: … No, you haven't.

Liam: Ahaha, thank goodness.

I was once again captivated by his carefree and affable smile.

The closer we became, the more aware I was of Liam’s charms.

(He was flamboyant, good at gaining people's trust, and like a bright star twinkling in the sky.)

(Anyone around Liam would grow fond of him.)

Kate: Thanks to you, I’m looking forward to writing my report today.

Liam: … I see.

Liam: Ah, right. Kate, the day after tomorrow, can you save your night for me?

Kate: The day after tomorrow? I don't have anything on, so it should be fine, but…

Liam: Yay! In that case, be in your room at 1800hrs that night.

Liam put his index finger on my lip right when I was about to ask “what are you planning to do?”.

Liam: You’ll find out when the time comes. … Alright?

I started on my report as a fairytale writer that night. And in the blink of an eye, the night we had promised to meet arrived.

(Liam told me to be here at 1800hrs…)

I immediately stood up the moment I heard a knock on my door.

(Oh, is it Liam?)

Kate: Yes, coming. …!?

The people I saw standing in my doorway when I opened my door were not who I was expecting.

It was the maids.

When I inclined my head in confusion, they smiled in response.

Afterwards, they pulled me by the arm and made me sit on a chair — they then removed my blouse.

Kate: H-Huh!?

I was surprised to see the rose coloured dress one of them was putting me in.

Another maid styled my hair with skillful hands.

(I might get in the way of their work if I move.)

After approximately 30 minutes—

(Wow…)

When I looked into my full length mirror, I saw a reflection so different that I couldn't believe it was me.

Kate: Thank you very much. But wha…

(I can’t communicate with her verbally. I should write it down—)

I was about to pick up a pen, but a maid gently placed something in my hand.

— It was a first class ticket to a play.

== Flashback Start ==

Liam: Come on, close your eyes. Imagine…

Liam: How about I invite you to have a first class seat at a play? I can help dress you up for that.

== Flashback End ==

(I see. … Liam prepared all this for me.)

I felt my lips curling into a smile when I imagined the satisfied smile on Liam’s face.

The maid giggled and pushed my back, towards the door—

She urged me to get onto a carriage that was waiting for me outside Crown’s castle.

Kate: Do I ride in this?

When the door closed, the coachman tugged on the reins and the carriage set off.

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I need a sugar mommy so bad. (A story)

NSFW, long imagine, md/lb, ftm lb, cis mommy

Terms used for lb: clit, cunt, and pussy; lb has had top surgery

Mommy gave me my allowance today. Even though I know Mommy would get anything I asked for in a heartbeat, I wanted to surprise her.

I told her I was going to hang out at the mall with a friend. That was kind of a lie. My friend was there to help me pick out the cutest lingerie!

I can never make up my mind.

My friend and I went to a handful of stores and looked at all kinds of sexy outfits, toys, lingerie, and more. Eventually I was able to decide on a few casual outfits, a cute new corset belt to go with them, and a lacy light green lingerie set with pink flowers on it. I wanted the white version, but my friend said green is more my color, so I trusted her.

I dropped my friend off, then went home to Mommy. I couldn't wait to surprise her.

When I walked in the door, I found Mommy in the living room, reading her most recent sex novels. She put her bookmark in as soon as she heard me coming, turning around to look at me.

"How was your shopping trip, baby? Did you have fun?" she asked, smiling pleasantly.

I could already feel my pussy aching at the sight of her sweet smile. I wanted her lips on my pulsing clit. But I steeled myself and smiled back.

"Yeah! I found a bunch of cute new outfits! Wanna see?" I clutched the big bag in my hand tightly.

"I'd love to see."

Without any other words exchanged, I grinned and ran off to dig through my clothes for a pair of leggings, jeans, and dress pants. All the new clothes I bought were tops, other than the corset belt and lingerie.

After grabbing those and a pair of scissors, I ran to the bathroom. "I'm gonna cut the tags off while I'm in here!"

"Okay! Just be careful with the scissors!" she called through the bathroom door.

I carefully snipped off all the tags and then picked my first outfit: a brightly-striped button-up with beige dress pants. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and I could feel my pussy's juices starting to slick up my boxers. I had to take a few deep breaths to prepare myself.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I went straight to Mommy, doing a little turn before stopping in front of her.

"Ooh," she exclaimed, "you look so handsome, baby! The bright colors look so good on you. Perfect for springtime."

I giggled. "Thank you, Mommy. I'm glad you like it!" The praise was going straight to my needy pussy. I wanted so badly to just kneel down and beg her to let me please her. As much as I loved having Mommy eat me out, I also loved doing the same for her. Sometimes I'd rather eat her out and just let my needy pussy drool and drool while I clench and rut against anything I can.

"Sweetheart?" Mommy's voice brought me back. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, just daydreaming. Uhh, I have a few more outfits to show you! Hang on, I'll go get another one." I skittered back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and hurriedly putting on the next outfit: a floral tie-top shirt with a plain white shirt underneath and some black leggings.

I came out again and hurried over to show off my new outfit.

"Oh wow, that one's so cute!" Mommy reached out and touched the fabric of the tie-top shirt. "I love the pattern on this one, too. You look so cute in it."

"Thank you, Mommy. I have one more to show you!"

"I can't wait to see it, honey."

As I ran back and closed the bathroom door behind me again, my heart really hammered in my chest. I was so excited and also so nervous. I stripped the latest outfit and pulled out the lingerie from my large bag. When I took off my boxers, there was clearly a wet spot left behind. I carefully slipped on the bralette and matching panties, which were already starting to soak up my slick. My curiosity got the better of me as I reached down and slipped a finger along my aching pussy. I was so wet I could've slipped my finger right in.

Immediately, I took my hand out, knowing that if I kept touching, I wouldn't be able to stop. I wiped my soaked finger on a piece of toilet paper and threw on the last outfit: a silvery, silk button-up with the top few buttons popped open, the corset belt, and black dress pants.

My stomach flip-flopped when I finally came out of the bathroom and I saw Mommy waiting for me on the couch.

"I was starting to get worried," she said. "You were taking a bit longer than usual." She looked me up and down, taking in the clothes. "Those look stunning, dear. Especially the corset. Mommy loves how it makes your waist stand out." She reached out and took my waist in her hands, proving her point.

I shivered when she put her hands on my waist. Mommy knows I'm sensitive and she loves to use that to her advantage.

I swallowed and tried to make my voice sound steady. "Mommy? I...I have a surprise for you."

"Oh really? And what would that be, sweet boy?" Mommy tilted her head.

"It's...under here." I pulled at the collar of the silk button-up.

Mommy's eyes lit up. She loves seeing me in lingerie and telling me how it accentuates my body, how pretty I look, how much she wants to tear it off me...Just thinking about all the praise made my brain start to go fuzzy.

"So that's what this was all about," Mommy said as she started undoing the buttons. "My dirty little boy...You wanted to surprise Mommy, huh? Were you saving up just for this? You wanted to buy some pretty new lingerie to show off?"

Mommy had unbuttoned the shirt enough to where she could push it off my shoulders, exposing the bralette while the shirt barely hung on my arms and the corset belt.

"Oh, sweetheart...You look so pretty," Mommy murmured.

The compliment sent heat rushing to my pussy. I could practically feel a gush of slick soaking my panties. "Thank you, Mo- Ah!!"

She brushed her fingers over my nipples through the thin fabric. I arched up into her touch as heat flooded my face and my pussy clenched on nothing.

"I think Mommy is becoming a bit of a bad influence on you, baby. You took so much time to plan this out behind my back, knowing it'd get me worked up, knowing that Mommy can't control her bad thoughts when you present such a pretty offering like this." She teased me relentlessly, and I loved every second of it. My face burned and my pussy ached. I squeezed my legs together, hoping for some kind of friction against my needy clit.

I whined and shifted my weight around. "Please, Mommy..."

"Aww, poor baby. Is your pussy wet? Are you needy from hearing Mommy tell you how naughty she's made you? Are you wearing panties to go with this cute bralette?"

"Yes, Mommy," I whimper.

Her other hand slid between my legs, parting them so she could cup my cunt in her palm. "Hmm, brand new panties, already ruined because you're such a needy slut."

I whined and pushed my hips down into her palm, seeking any kind of friction. "I'm sorry, Mommy...You just make me feel so good."

She hummed and removed both hands, much to my dismay. Mommy undid my corset belt and discarded it nearby, finally removing the whole shirt. I shivered when the cold hair hit me, making my nipples harden and poke through the fabric of the bralette.

Mommy quickly moved on to taking off the black dress pants and leaving me in nothing but the lingerie before her. She sat back for a moment just to look at me as a whole, admiring my perky nipples and the goosebumps on my skin. She reached out again to touch my pussy, through the panties this time, and when she did, she gave me a knowing look.

"You're absolutely soaked, honey."

I whined and pushed against her fingers. "Mommy...Please..."

"Please what, baby boy? You have to use your words...tell Mommy what you want." She stroked her fingers along my pussy, circling my clit lightly.

My whimpers dissolved into moans as I crumbled under her touches. "More! I want more, please. Please, Mommy. Touch me, fuck me, eat me out—something! Please..." My face burned with embarrassment, but Mommy quickly stood up and kissed me.

"Very good. Good boy, using your words. Such a good boy for me." She kissed my neck and lips while she praised me, reaching down to tease me some more.

I moaned into her mouth as she rubbed my clit, clinging onto her and grinding down into her palm. "Mommy," I whined, "please..."

"Okay, okay, sweetheart. You lay down, I'll be right back." Mommy chuckled and booped my nose, then headed to the bedroom.

When she came back, Mommy made sure to show me just how much she appreciated my surprise. She ate me out until I couldn't tell up from down, fucked me until my brain turned to liquid, praised me like it was the last chance she'd ever get to do it, and she even let me return the favor by tasting her delicious cunt.

Afterward, we got to relax in the shower, and I fell asleep in her arms, squished into her, warm, happy, and so glad to have Mommy in my life.

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Red Hot Island - Chapter 3

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Location: Starmony Dorms Kitchen

Chiaki: Munch munch… Gulp. Munch munch munchーー

Leo: Chew chew! Munch munch…Gulp! Gobble! [1]

Kaoru: …Wow, fast. It feels like I’m feeding stray cats.

Chiaki: Delicious! It’s delicious, Hakaze! So awesome~ I can’t believe you’re such a good cook!

Kaoru: Eh~? I think it’s pretty normal though.

Even if I called myself a good cook, there are better cooks in the dorms. People like Shiina-kun or Souma-kun would get mad at me.

Chiaki: Don’t sell yourself short! I already envy you for being able to cook at all!

Leo: He’sh ritch! I neber had ‘neethin ash good ash thish ehgg bow! (He’s right! I never had anything as good as this egg bowl!)

Kaoru: Ah~ Well, first, you should swallow before you talk, Tsukinaga-kun.

Chiaki and Leo: Thank you for the meal!

Kaoru: Yeah, don’t worry about it~

Leo: Wahaha☆ I’m back to life! From the depths of hell, I lived, world! The world is shining brightly!

If it weren’t for Morisa~ and Kaoru, I’d be in big trouble! The world would be in a crisis from losing a genius like me! Crisis averted! Thanks!

Chiaki: Eh? The world would be in a crisis…? It’s hero-like to save the world itself, isn’t it…?!

Oh! I didn’t do much, but I’m glad to hear a global crisis has been averted! That’s what being a hero is! Fuhahaha☆

Leo: As expected of a hero! Wahahaha☆

Kaoru: I think I’m pretty good at getting into the flow of things but… Getting into this convo with Moricchi and Tsukinaga-kun sounds like a hassle.

Leo: What’s a hassle!? You know, communication and singing are what connect this world together!

Fine! If talking is too much, then let’s just sing! Cuz, singing is universal!

Kaoru: No no, it’s fine, we’re fine communicating the way we are!

Chiaki: By the way, Tsukinaga, why were you passed out in the hallway?

Leo: Ah, right! I was too focused on composing… Before I knew it, I totally forgot to eat and change my clothes.

Chiaki: I see! So, it was just like we thought.

Kaoru: So, since you came out of your room, you finished writing the song?

Leo: Yeah. I finished writing, so I thought I’d come to the kitchen and get something to eat… But, after I left my room, I have no idea what happened.

Chiaki: Then, you left your room, but ran out of energy.

Kaoru: And after that, Moricchi saw you. It’s a good thing he found you early.

Eichi: Sigh…

Leo: Huh? What’s with that guy? He’s just standing at the kitchen entrance and sighing.

Chiaki: Eh? Ah, it’s Tenshouin. He really is standing there. What’s the matter?

Leo: Ah. He sat at the end of our table.

Eichi: Siiigh…

Chiaki：? Tenshouin, what’s――

Kaoru: (Whispering) Wait, wait, Moricchi stop!

Chiaki: (Whispering) Huh? What’s wrong? What’d you stop me for…?

Kaoru: (Whispering) Moricchi, I know you’re a good guy and all, but… You shouldn’t get involved with people like him.

Chiaki: (Whispering) But… It sounds like something is really bothering him. I would feel bad if I left a friend when I knew something was troubling him.

Kaoru: (Whispering) No, but, think about it carefully. It’s Tenshouin-kun??

(Whispering) No matter how you look at it, he’s obviously acting suspicious. It’s clear he wants us to go up to him and ask, “What’s wrong?” It’s like he’s screaming “pay attention to me~”

(Whispering) If it was a girl, I’d definitely think it was cute though~ But it’s just Tenshouin-kun…

(Whispering) And it’s not like he wants our attention because he’s bored either. I’m sure he’s up to no good.

Chiaki: (Whispering) No good? No way, it can’t be. Is it that unthinkable that Tenshouin could have a problem like any other person?

Leo: (Whispering) That’s sweet, Morisa~. That guy is like a panda, see?

Chiaki: (Whispering) A panda? That’s nice~ A panda rolling around… Cute!

Leo: (Whispering) Right, it’s sweet! Even though he may look harmless, a panda is still just a grass-eating bear! He’s going to attack us if we approach him!

Chiaki: (Whispering) A bear… I don’t think he’s that harmful though.

Eichi: …… Siiiiiighhhhhh…

Chiaki: Aah it’s no use! I can’t leave him alone…!

Tenshouin, what’s wrong? What’s troubling you?

Leo: Ahh, idiot!

Kaoru: Ah… He couldn’t hold back any longer and asked him…

Eichi: Hello, Chiaki. I’m having a little bit of trouble. Could you listen to me for a bit? I’d love to talk to you about it……♪

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They are literally just making the onomatopoeias for these sounds I didn't wanna just write out the sfx of them eating so...

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars translation #enstars translation #kaoru hakaze #eichi tenshouin #chiaki morisawa #leo tsukinaga #polyphonical #red hot island

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ecemichi · 1 year

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Ring.A.Bell Chapter 11

Leo: Sigh~, Naru's as picky as ever~. I swear, I thought I saw my own mom standin' behind her!

Midori: Waah… sitting on my legs made them fall asleep… I can’t stand up…

Mao: Whew... Hey, Takamine, you good? Here, lemme help you up.

Midori: T—thanks…

Up we go~o now, ahh, my legs are tingling…

Midori: Both Narukami-senpai and Anzu-san left right away. We got left behind…

Keito: Now then, Narukami said, “I’ll give you a day, so confront your own feelings before then!” but what should we even do…

Eichi: Why, we'll do exactly as instructed and deepen our bonds the way those our age normally do: by participating in girl talk.

Mao: Guh?! (Cough, cough)!

Midori: Wha-!? Isara-senpai just spit out the water he was drinking!? Are you okay…?

Mao: Urg... G-Girl talk? So, uh, you’re pretty familiar with that sort of thing, then?

Midori: Umm. That kind of conversation is not exactly something you talk about among men, though…

Eichi: Oh? You don't? I've heard it’s rather common that teenagers would spend their evenings together gossiping about such things during school trips.

Mao: Since when...? Well, no, I sorta get it. I can imagine how talk devolves into that sort of thing when everyone gets riled up at a place like a sleepover with a ton of people.

Keito: Hm. Well, hearing about each other’s stories might actually be a good method.

And talking about it out loud might help get our feelings in order, as well as turn our confused hearts into coherent thoughts.

Midori: Waaah… I don’t wanna… do that.

Eichi: Fufu. You mustn't give up now, Takamine-kun. We're far past the point of no return.

Now then, let's hear the tale of everyone's first love, shall we? The one who shall start us off... is Mao, as mandated by the former Student Council President to the current.

Mao: Huh?! M-Me first?! Please don't abuse your authority like that~...

Um... First love, huh... I don't really have an interesting story like that.

I guess... there was a girl in my kindergarten class I thought was pretty cute?

I didn't really get it back then, but I guess in hindsight that might've been my first love...

—Hold on, why do I gotta talk about this?!

Keito: Huh. I remember a thing or two like that, as well.

When I was a little kid, I used to play around the mountains at the back of the temple with another kid my age, who was the grandchild of one of our sponsors for the temple. Well, calling it my first love might be a little foolish though.

Eichi: Wow, even someone like Keito was able to experience something normal.

Keito: How incorrigible. What do you think I am?

Eichi: But I’ve never heard about that, even though I’ve known you since you were little, Keito! I had no idea you had those kinds of memories from back then.

Fufu. I’m just relieved you have memories like that, just like everyone else. So, how about you, Takamine-kun?

Midori: Weh!? Uhhh… Mine is similar to Isara-senpai’s…

When I was in kindergarden, there was a super kind teacher who’d always care for me… And I was extremely attached to them.

I’d go out of my way and create all sorts of reasons to see them and get praised, and stuff…?

Mao: Ah, that's a classic! Fallin' in love with a kind teacher... I had a friend who'd always say he was gonna marry ours, too.

Leo: Mm~, the moment we met, we clicked instantly... I wonder if that's the moment I fell in love~?

Midori: Eh? You had a first love? Tsukinaga-senpai did…?

Leo: Hmph! Of course I'd had one before! You're so rude~.

Midori: (I thought he’d be the most indifferent to love… Heck, he’s even indifferent to earthly life…)

Leo: For me... It was a day where even Hell'd be called cool. I decided to drop in to a music store, and that's where we—

Keito: Oh? Considering it’s you who’s telling the story, that’s unexpectedly quite romantic. Was it the employee working there? Or was it a customer?

Leo: Wahahaha! ☆ That's right! It was a super romantic meeting! Ah, such beauty I did behold, I couldn't stop myself from reaching out—

Mao: Whoa! You actually reached out and grabbed her?!

Leo: Yeah, so what? Got a problem with it?

Mao: Rather than just a problem, I think there's plenty of problems with it..

Leo: Anyway, listen up. The moment we touched, a clear sound rang in my ears— and that was the first time I’d ever played the C key! And that! That moment! Was the moment I fell in love with music!

Mao: What the hell! What a waste of time! And I was so invested, too...!

Leo: What d'you mean, a waste of time?! How dare you mock the memory of my first love! Grrrrr!

Keito: Haaah. In a way, that story was very much like you. The last one to go is Eichi, surely you won’t pull off something like making everyone tell theirs and refrain from telling yours?

Eichi: Perish the thought, Keito. I'll do as Narukami-kun asked of us and tell all, as well.

My own first love... is "yet to come".

Keito: You bastard… Do you plan on fleeing like that on your own?

Eichi: What else am I supposed to say? It isn't as if I had much of a mind for love while growing up, being as in and out of the hospital as I was.

Ah, but perhaps... It isn't too much of an exaggeration to say that the dreadful yearning I felt towards what anyone would call "a healthy body" would be my own version of falling in love.

Mao: Seriously?! Don't you think that's a little unfair after everything we've confessed?

Eichi: At best, you could call my younger years dull. Nonetheless, that is all I have to say. Thanks to your bittersweet reminiscences, however... I feel as if I was able to taste the very flavor of youth. ♪

Mao Leo Eichi and Arashi tl: Peace

Midori and Keito tl: me

JP proof: Mika Enstars

ENG proof:ryuseipuka

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#ring.a.bell #takamine midori #isara mao #hasumi keito #tsukinaga leo #tenshouin eichi

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limestoner · 2 months

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Autistic stuff I’m judged for:

• Not looking at people when there is nothing for me to look at. Staring at someone’s face gives me no new information; it’s just one more thing I have to constantly remind myself to do that takes away from me actually listening to them.

• When people tell me the same thing repeatedly and expect a response every time. When I say, “I know,” it’s rude? So I just run through the list of nothing-responses: “Uh-huh. Okay. Wow.” I have to be hypervigilant to make sure I’m responding “correctly” or the person will stop talking and look at me expecting… something. I don’t know what.

• Sudden changes. “You’re overreacting. It’s not a big deal.” I was expecting a weekend of hurkle durkling (means lounging around in bed in the morning instead of getting up right away, but I use it to describe all the things that help me prepare to transition to social situations/demands), but oh dear, the heater won’t turn on. Now I have to find someone to fix it and deal with talking to them and there won’t be peace until it’s over and the maintenance person has left. Not only did I not get the unmasked hurkle durkle time, but there’s another social demand being placed on me.

• Screaming and smacking when someone comes up behind me to put the tag of my shirt in. I used to make it stick out on purpose so it wouldn’t be scratching my neck, but then the feeling of unexpected touch on my neck is painful. Again, “Settle down. I’m just being helpful!” I love tagless clothes.

• I’m a therapist, so peak social performance is expected. Having to mask at that level is extremely exhausting. I always plaster a smile on my face even if I’m holding back vomiting because I don’t want my patient (or more specifically, their family) to be uncomfortable. I do my job well. But in order to do it, I have to brave the small talk like I’m treading through a minefield.

• Sitting in waiting rooms like I’m doing right now. I have to make sure I’m looking normal even though the music is too loud, I’m tired of sitting here, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to leave. I want to lie on the floor. I can’t.

• Because I can do such a good job masking, no one really understands that I can’t do it all the time. “It can’t be that hard. Everyone is expected to do these things. Everyone does things they don’t want to do sometimes.” Of course. But every waking moment I spend around other people, I have to be perfect to be considered “acceptable.” If I let the mask slip just a little, I’m rude, cold, insensitive (but also too sensitive?), lazy. If “everyone” felt like this in these situations, I don’t think society would be set up the way it is.

• Lack of a social network. “Just put yourself out there and make some friends!” How. Yes, I have managed to figure out that people are expected to make friends, and that the world is set up for people who have connections. But I have never known how to do that. Teacher says, “Get into groups!” Seemingly instantly, there are groups. And me. I ask to join and group says no. I ask next group. No. Look, I don’t even mind doing the academic work for the group. All of it. Just let me join a group before I get in trouble for “not following directions.” Or worse, the teacher has to offer extra credit for a group to take me. Yes. More than once.

• My problems are largely invisible, which to most people means “not their problem,” “nonexistent,” or simply “made up.” No one chooses sensory overload, meltdowns, being judged all the time. I’d love it if instead of “You don’t look autistic,” people would say things like, “Cool. What things do you like to talk about? Don’t worry about making eye contact if you don’t like it.” Just a small amount of compromise in my direction once in awhile would mean everything.

#actually autistic #personal rant

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leaderoffestivals · 1 year

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ENSTARS X MERC STORIA: CHAPTER 1 Pt 2: IN THE UNKNOWN FOREST

Madara: (Those are reeeally forceful words. And, it doesn’t look like they’re lying, huh?)

… … ‘Healing techniques’, ‘monsters’. There are so many things to be concerned about here… …

Got it. We’ll put our trust in you now.

Tatsumi: That’s right. It is regrettable, but we know far too little about the biology of those creatures you call ‘monsters’.

We’ll leave this to you. However, if there’s anything that we can do, please tell us.

Yuu: Thank you so much!

Spitzes: GRRRRR!

Rustoa: Yuu-kun!

Yuu: Yes! Alright… …

Deliverance!

Spitzes: Grrr… …?

Rustoa: It looks like everything has worked out well!

Yuu: Yes!

Madara: (... … Those mysterious creatures have all calmed down. What in the world is this ‘Healing technique’?)

< A few minutes later. >

Tatsumi: … … So, what you’re saying is that the power Yuu-san used earlier is called a Healing technique. It is an ability that can Heal the creatures that you call ‘monsters’, thus calming them down.

Yuu: Yes. We’re here at the request of the sponsor of an event that will be held in ten days time.

This forest is adjacent to the event site, you see. That’s why we’re here to Heal the monsters, as a precaution.

Merc: —And that’s how we happened to stumble across you guys!

Mayoi: An event, you say?

Rustoa: Yes, it’s gonna be a festival of song and drama!

Rustoa: It’s called the ‘Stage On Fiesta’, a really grand event where many idols and theatre companies will gather!

Aira: Oh! Will there be idols coming TOO…!? What kind of groups will they be? I’m pretty knowledgeable about that, you know~!

Rustoa: Er. Errrrm… …

Tatsumi: I understand how you feel, but we are straying from the point.

Aira: AH! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… …

Tatsumi: Well, in any case… … It’s all thanks to that, that our lives have been saved, haven't they? This too, must be God’s guidance.

Aira: (Wow, Tattsun-senpai’s adaptability stat is way too high, isn’t it? He’s conversing with them so naturally now… …

Unlike me… When I saw Merc-san, I actually yelled out loud, “The water is talking!” (2))

Madara: WOOOW! I’ve witnessed something reeeally amazing! All those monsters were in such an excited state, but they went back to normal as soon as you used that Healing technique!

I’m reeeally interested to learn more about how these Healing techniques work and to be able to use them myself! I’d reeeally like it if you could teach me more!

Yuu: Too close, so close… …! This person is coming onto me really strongly!

Madara: Haha~! That’s because I’ve never met a person with an ability like yours before. It’s been such a long time since my curiosity’s been piqued to such an extent!

Yuu: I’m glad that you’re so interested, but, errr… you are—?

Madara: I’m Mikejima Madara, but do feel free to call me Mama!

Yuu: ❓Errr, are you a… … Mama?

Madara: Umu… I wanna become everybody’s Mama, you see!

Yuu: I understand now. Since that is what Madara-san wants to be called by—

In that case—Mama-san!

Merc: Mama-san, it’s sooo very nice to meet you!

Madara: I’ve had this thought before but—when I’m called like that so obediently, it kinda bothers me too!

Tatsumi: Let us take this opportunity to introduce ourselves as well, shall we? I am Kazehaya Tatsumi, and standing beside me is—

Mayoi: —I am Ayase Mayoi.

Aira: Shiratori Aira! Nice to meet you~!

Hiiro: I’m Hiiro. Amagi Hiiro!

Yuu: It’s nice to meet all of you.

Hiiro: Umu! Since we have had the good fortune to meet each other here, I really hope that we can all be friends!

Merc: Wai~! Of course, we will!

Rustoa: Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter after all! It looks like we’re all performers attending the same event, so I’d want for us to get along well, anyway!

Tatsumi: Is there an event?

Rustoa: Oh? Was I mistaken? I honestly thought the clothes you guys are wearing were the stage clothes you were going to perform in, though!

Aira: Ah, about this—We were dressed like this without us knowing how it happened… …

Aira: There’s no doubt that these are our outfits, but we don’t know why or how we happened to be wearing them at all~.

Merc / Yuu: … …?

Tatsumi: We would definitely need information on that too. Excuse me, but could you please answer some questions of ours for us to learn about our situation? In truth, we found ourselves in this place without knowing how we came to be here… …

Yuu: EHH! Isn’t that an insanely bad situation for you guys? Please, do not restrain yourselves on our account; you may ask us anything about what you wish to know.

Aira: Uwah~ You’re such a great help! Ah, we seem to be peers who are close in age, so it’s fine if you totally skip the use of formal language with us!

Yuu: Alright, if you insist.

Mayoi: … … …

(Ahh~, he has a very adorable face too! He and Aira-san are looking more and more like a set together—)

Tatsumi: HAA—! BEGONE!

Mayoi: EEEEEKK!

Tatsumi: Ahh~, please forgive me. I had felt an unsettling presence just now… …

Mayoi: I’m sooo sorry for being so faithful to my desiresss!

Yuu: (It looks like you guys are coping pretty well… …)

Tatsumi: I’m the one who derailed the conversation, so let me be the one to bring it back on course.

First, let me share with you our situation here. The place we’re from is called Ensemble Square, or ES for short.

Mayoi: Yes. And there, we were suddenly enveloped in a bright light… … and then thrown into this place that looks like a forest… …

Mayoi: Uh… This place… Where exactly are we?

Rustoa: Mehterhaane.

Aira: Huh?

Rustoa: If you’re asking about the country we’re located in though, we’re in the one called Kingdom. Have you heard of it? Aira: KI—KINGDOM~!?

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 1 Pt 1 / Chapter 2

Translator’s Note:

狐に化かされた kitsune ni bakasareta: being deceived / bewitched by foxes. Japanese myths speak of foxes as animals which have supernatural powers of transformation and abilities, which are used to play pranks on, or to spirit humans away. A Western localisation would be ‘kidnapped by aliens’.

Yuu’s companion, Merc, is a girl made of liquid and lives in a bottle.

In the fantasy world of Merc Storia, there are 18 Countries . Kingdom (王国) is one of them

It’s not proofed so if you have any feedback, please DM me.

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bangchanbabygurl · 2 years

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Second Choices

Member: Changbin & Chan

Genre: Romance/Angsty/Second lead

WARNING: Mentions of suicide, self-harm, depression, anxiety, sexual assault, alcohol abuse, mentions of blood & sex, daddy issues, mommy issues, toxic household.

(I was listening to my ‘In My Feels’ playlist while writing my own personal experiences I'm having at the moment with this guy who's my best friend, and I guess most people would say that what we had seemed like a relationship than a friendship. So I'm letting my emotions out on this blog.)

Did you ever wonder why you can't seem to find someone who loves you? Or has it ever crossed your mind that perhaps you were never the...one? That you were merely the second choice since their first choice wasn't going as planned.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asked as Changbin and Soojin walked past us; I looked at Jeongin and smiled. “Huh? Oh yeah, totally.” I said. I looked at Chan as he turned his gaze to Soojin; I bit my lip. “So have you guys come up with a concept?” Changbin asked as he sat down next to Seungmin; I smiled at the other members. “I should go; I'll see you guys later,” I spoke sincerely as I grabbed the empty tray leaving the table. I placed the tray back as I left the break room; my chest ached as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

What hurts me is whatever I had with Changbin...I knew that friends don't kiss; they don't make out, and most definitely, they don't become your first time. So why? Why did we do those things if he had feelings for Soojin?

I must've been so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't realized the tears that slipped, “Y/n? Are you okay?” Chan asked. I wiped away the tears forcing a smile and nodded. He let a sigh leave his lips, “ Come on...I know a place,” He said with a smile. I let a huff out as I followed Chan down the empty hallway, “A place?” I asked as we walked down the stairs. He chuckles, “A place that could do some good for the two of us,” Chan said, opening the lobby door. “After you,” He said with a small smile; I know that he too, was aching.

“A coffee shop? But you hate coffee,” I said, looking at Chan as he opened the door. “I do, but the hot chocolate here is my favorite,” He said with a smile; I shook my head as we entered the shop. The warmth of the shop felt nice as I followed Chan to the back; it was a cozy booth surrounded by bookshelves. Sadly the books were just props, “So...” Chan spoke, making it awkward for the both of us. I look at the beige table, “You and Changbin? No longer a thing?” He asked. I looked at him with a confused gaze, “We were never a thing,” I said. Chan raised a brow, “You weren't?” He asked. I shook my head as I looked around the shop, “No, we weren't; Changbin made it clear that he wasn't looking to be in a relationship at...the moment,” I spoke softly as my fingertips tapped rapidly on my knee.

Chan crossed his arms and leaned forward, “So you did all those things, yet he wasn't ready to be in a committed relationship? Wow...I didn't expect that from him.” He said, biting his bottom lip. I let a huff out as I placed my chin on the palm of my hand, “Yep...I’m the foolish one here,” I said. A small scoff left my lips; I tried my best not to laugh at my idiocy. “Gosh, I feel so stupid thinking that maybe...just maybe, I’ll be able to experience the love my parents once had,” I whispered; I pulled my sleeves down. “The cheesy romantic yet luxurious type of love, the kind that communication, honesty, and friendship are the leading luxury of a relationship,” I said, taking a glance at Chan, who seemed to show worrisome.

I let a shaky sigh out, “Oh well, love isn't meant for the ones who are the romantic fool,” I said. Chan shook his head as he uncrossed his arms, “Love is for everyone; sometimes, we're just looking for it in the wrong...direction.” He says, looking down at his rings. “Wrong directions...Have I been looking at it wrong?” I asked myself as I ran a hand over my hair, “We both were,” Chan said. Soojin, the girl of his dreams, or so he thought she was. Chan and Soojin were close friends, the same way Changbin and I were. But that all changed three weeks ago when we both received a text message saying almost the same thing.

Chan leans back into the seat, “Are you okay, though?” He asked. I look at him with a sad smile, “It hurts knowing that you were just a distraction, but I'll manage. What about you?” I asked. He shrugged, “I’ll move in a couple of weeks...months, but you know how it is. Changbin is my friend, and I don't want to get in the way of his happiness.” Chan said. I nodded, “Right,” I said. Perhaps we both were the second choices, the ones that craved love but ended with torn hearts and our tails between our legs.

#wattpad #straykids #straykidsimagines #straykidschan #bangchan #bang chan #changbin #straykids changbin #skz changbin imagines #stray kids changbin imagines #seo changbin #christopher bang #skz bang chan #bangchan imagines #chris bang

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upbeatpianist · 1 year

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Kaede will suddenly hear soft knocks at her door, followed by: “Akamatsu-san, it’s me, Shuichi: are you there... ?” When she opens the door, he’ll greet her with a smile. “Good afternoon, and Happy Birthday! I hope you’ve been having a great day so far. Is it okay if I come in? I have some gifts for you... !”

And if she lets him, Shuichi will mutter a ‘thank you’ as he enters the room. In one hand, he was carrying a gift bag, and in the other: a cake container. “That, and I thought it would be nice if we could spend together... a private little birthday party celebration, you could say. I even brought cake, too! Hehe.. “ He giggles, as he places the things on whatever table was okay to use. She’ll be able to get a much better look at the cake, which is a fancily made pink velvet cake with buttercream frosting, turned purple with food coloring. It also had a design of a music bar that curls around the cake, with different types of music notes.

And then in the gift bag, were hairclips shaped like teddy bears, along with a brown notebook. If she opens it, it will comprise of many different music sheets, most notably of songs Shuichi had noted to himself overtime that are especially favorites of hers. Some even included different versions of said songs she might be curious to play, along with newer songs that she might not have played before, either. “I hope you love your cake and gifts... ! As for this, I made this music notebook, myself. I thought you’d love to have so many of your favorite songs in one place, along with some I included, that I thought you might like to try playing sometime. And if you do.... I’d love to be there and listen! Because like with every song you play, I know I will be moved... but for now, I promise to help make today nothing but wonderful and fun, for my most precious friend.” He smiles warmly at her. He hopes he was already able to make today very special for her. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAEDE... 🍰🧸🎼)

{ ♫ } ❝ aw, thanks, saihara-kun! honestly, i'm still surprised anyone even remembers my birthday. i don't really make a big deal of it, after all! ❞

of course, kaede doesn't hesitate to let her friend in, and she's admittedly caught off-guard by all the stuff he's carrying. a gift is one thing, but bringing a whole cake too? she was starting to feel spoiled, and the day had just started!

❝ wow, you really went all out, huh? i'll have to remember this when your birthday comes around next! ❞

she playfully pokes her elbow into his side, letting him set down the cake and the gift bag before continuing on.

she doesn't want to eat the cake just yet, mostly because it's so beautiful she wants to take a moment to simply let it be before she cuts into it. so, she decides to open up the gift bag first.

the hairclips were a very sweet gift, of course, but as shuichi likely expected, kaede immediately begins to hyperfixate on the notebook as soon as she realizes there's sheet music inside.

❝ wow... look at all the songs in here! you really went to all the trouble of putting all this sheet music into a notebook just for me? i'll never run out of things to play now! ❞

not that that was ever a concern for her before, considering how often she played her favorite songs already.

she continues to flip through the book for a few more minutes, before suddenly getting up and giving shuichi a big hug. she was so grateful to have a friend like him, who knew her so well and always got her only the best presents.

after she broke off the hug, she knew exactly what she had to do.

❝ all right then, mister. you wanna hear me play these songs? then you're gonna get to hear them, right here, right now! this private birthday party just turned into a private piano recital! ❞

#ahogedetective #♪ ( ; ic post ) — i play the piano because i want to see people smile.#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAEDE.........

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RYENNNN WHAT WAS THAAAAAAT AAAAA just read you’re next the second time and why am i as shocked, or even more shocked than i was when i was reading it the first time????? (long post ahead i apologize for sending very long ones i had to scream bc of oc and yoongi and you ryen!!)

firstly, bestie tae? sorry oc he is Our bestie now! but literally, he's such a good friend to oc thought ☹️ he's like "you wanna meet your boyf-i mean fling? okay yeah fine sure i'll cover up for you if i have to ugh 🙄”

also when oc found out there was a bathroom in the haunted house... i was like THIS IS THE PLACE ISN’T IT! OC's A (GOOD) FREAK!!! IT'S HAPPENING!!!! 🚨🚨🚨

AND YOU KNOW the scene where yoongi was asking oc for a bite of her food, IT REMINDED ME OF THIS TWEET AAAAA I WANT TO SCREAM like i actually came across this tweet on tiktok like 2 days ago and i was like 3TAN OC AND YOONGS IS THAT U???? idk whether someone else has shared this tweet with you.. but i got so soft thinking about oc and yoongi when i saw this tweet 🥹

also the part where oc said like she never saw yoongi being this happy… like girl it’s cus of you????? don’t you see it??? he is elated because of YOU! oh heck these two are DOWN BAD for each other and yoongi asking a photo of oc’s ass…. he is unstoppable now wow he is BOLD bold gd

the tension between yoongi and oc is felt. like i’m just a 3rd person, why am i nervous? why did gasp? why did i take a pause from reading just to kick my blanket? am i the problem?

the scene in the bathroom. oh my gosh????? that was… wow. and that’s in the bathroom? what if.. what if they.. bedroom? oh i’m dizzy. i’m sorry i can’t comment more on this scene i’m still recovering from this i hope you understand

gosh ryen… you just never disappoint huh? you spoil us one after another and you just keep on giving!! gosh how are able to come up with such bangers every. single. time. you amaze me ryen, truly!!!! i hope you’re taking good care of yourself and allowing yourself to rest!! thank you so much for your time and hard work. many many forehead kisses to you! <3 (oh… this was a really long post, i’m sorry) - 🪐✨

also, are you catching bts’ concert later? i’m so freaking excited! ><

SATURN HELLO🥳 yes I’m resting a bit more! Can’t completely rest until 3tan9 is done and posted but I’m letting myself have more leeway. Also, gonna sleep right after this so I can catch the concert later. Idk if I’ll just watch it in my own little bubble or be on here, as well, but we shall see.

But thank you so much for this amazing review!! Wow there’s a lot to take in and I am so happy😭 Tae being the incredible person that he is? You are correct he is our best friend now LOL. And the bathroom hell yeah😛 you guessed it!

STOPPP THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME SOB😭 it’s been sent but of course I will still cry every time :’))

There is something there!! Like reader my love you don’t even know the half of it but you should think at least something! Although I would also not think it’s me if I was in that same position lol so I get it. And I am there blanket kicking with you💀 the bathroom scene required me to pause every now and then LMAO like yoongi my g o d you need to cool it!!

Thank you so much again, love. I’m so shy rn your words mean the whole world.. I just wanted to give y’all what you asked for/fought for😂 Hopefully it’s as enjoyable all the other times! Look forward to more drabbles, too🍂

#you are so amazing #thank you babe!#🪐✨ anon #lovely people #asks:3tan #3tanfall:ab2 #long post #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

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subwaybrothers · 2 years

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HUH. AH. okay question time!

since it's the. well. ozone layer, does the region plot / legendary have anything to do with rayquaza, considering that it lives in the ozone layer? is [Team Ozone] trying to fuck up or otherwise hurt rayquaza or any other legendary be they canon or created for this region and plot's purpose? what would be the reason behind a team of people trying to destroy the ozone layer— I've my theories but all of them depend on propaganda and conspiracy theories.

short answers: nope, kind of, and they arent trying to destroy it in pokemon SUMMER. only pokemon winter

long answers which are sooo spoilers for the askblog and fic myself and the mentioned friends are workin on. not like Big spoilers but. yeah this stuff would be explained a little while into the game :( makes it less fun to learn:

rayquaza is having a Time somewhere but we have a different sky dragon. they have other Post Game problems, but we'll stick 2 the box legendaries, who are causing problems against their will

they are absolutely screwing up the box legendaries but thats like.. in the way that theyre using the box legendaries for themselves? against the legendary's will? not active like. ooh killing and murdering a god but. these big guys are having a bad day thats for sure

theyre having a team magma/aqua moment in which its like. sure man those are some pretty fair reasons but just fyi you have obviously never taken a science class in your life !! they want to either heat up or freeze the world with the plan of having all humans be able to go into the bunkers theyve created in a lot of areas and wait it out because they hate pokemon a lot. lets be honest here for a second *motions you closer so i can whisper conspiratorially at you* if anyone ever told them why this would negatively effect humans for mental reasons, physical reasons, Any Reason, they would be like oh wow thats crazy. and stop. but they literally have never considered any of it and honestly think that everyone would prefer it without pokemon

#so. thats. yeah. theyre a little dumb but theyve got spirit #[all aboard]#[intercom]

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fhabsista · 24 days

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SoulFood: Does the Hurt Go Away?

Have you ever been in "that place" of hurt and wondered how you were ever going to make it passed that point? When your mind can't even conceive anything other than how you feel. When you look to God in agony and ask why. That's the million dollar question that everyone has asked at one time in their life, even if you didn't vocalize. God knows what we think.

I remember growing up and deciding that I would never let anyone hurt me again. That day I made a choice to close my heart and protect myself from the world. Wow, it was great! No more pain. For years, I walked around not caring about anything. My heart was turning into stone and I didn't even know it. I was always the kind of person that had a different answer than the popular crowd which caused me alot of conflict in life and much hurt as a result. But now I thought I was free. People said bad things or did bad things to me and I didn't even flinch, no worries because I didn't care. God still loved me with my hardened heart and He still spoke to me about my future even though He knew I was messed up inside.

There came a season when God required more of me and I knew I had to let go of the shell that had protected me for so many years. I told God that I would let go as I cried my eyes out while driving. It felt like I was ripping my heart out because I was giving up my control and I truly thought to myself that my way was better than God's way because I didn't cry at night anymore. Years later, I have taken the shell back quite a few times because being vulnerable is not fun and God wasn't understanding how I was feeling, so I went back to the only thing I knew. The Lord showed me that not only was I keeping people out of my life, but I wasn't living life either. I was so stale and hard and black & white about everything and I would never be able to experience abundant life that way.

I knew God was tugging at me again to get me to release the past. He said, don't let your past determine your future. He shared with me that I had to love with no expectation of receiving anything from the people I love. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That philosophy is not cool at all. What is love about then? I couldn't believe that my philosophy of love didn't match God's and I felt like I have given God so much, surely He doesn't require anything else of me, yet He required my heart fully.

He said I didn't have a right to build a case against people that have hurt me even if it was justified because He had a case against me and He forgave me, so I had to forgive AGAIN. There was still some resentment in me that was eating at my character. I just didn't understand. I'm always the one having to change, it's not fair. I love God so much that I had to trust Him even when it made no sense to me.

I asked God why does He allow these things to happen when I am trusting in Him to protect me. I have pulled my heart towards him so many times and it seemed as if it didn't matter because God allowed me to be sideswiped again. Then the spirit of God reveals himself in a way that cannot be explained, but He allowed me to see the end (the promise), he allowed me to see the strength I have gained, the greater love for Him that I have, the greater sensitivity I have for my family and for my friends, the need for others that may be experiencing the same things that I have gone through. He told me it would be a testimony for many. Now that sounds all good, but my first thought was........Huh? I'm hurting and you are telling me about a testimony one day.

He speaks to those that want to hear Him. It makes no logical sense, but God will heal and He will restore that which the kankerworm has stolen. That is a promise!

If you remember nothing else, trust this. If you really want to be free from hurt, tell God the truth about how you feel. I've learned to just talk to God....no scriptures......just me and as I pour out my heart to Him and release the venom inside, the scriptures begin to pour of out me because God is present to allow me to see the truth instead of my feelings.

That is why I said before, feelings don't matter when it comes to your deliverance. Base your love and expectation on God alone and He will restore your relationships with people, but you can't do it yourself. People will never act the way you want them to. Pull your heart towards God and know He hears you even when you're not talking and He wants you to share with him your innermost thoughts.......even if they are about Him because sometimes we are disappointed in God for things not understood. Reach out to Him and see Him as a father. Hold on, even when you don't feel like it because you know He will come through for you and when He does, oh man, abundant living goes to another level!!!!!!!!!

#hurt/comfort #forgiveness #god #faith

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Hatchetfield Animal Shelter, 9 AM on February 3rd

Persie: "Hello-o-o?" ??: "One second! Sorry!" Persie: "Huh... they must really be understaffed." ??: "Hey, sorry about that! It's just me today. What can I do for you?" Persie: "Oh! Wow, that must be stressful. I'm actually here to volunteer?" ??: "Are you Miss Tibbs?" Persie: "That's me! You can call me Persie." ??: "Right on! I'm Shepherd. Come on back and let's get you logged in."

Persie: "Nice to meet you, Shepherd! Really cool name." Shep: "Hah, thanks. My parents love nature-themed names." Persie: "The shelter must be struggling for you to be the only worker today..." Shep: "Well, I'm not even an employee. I'm a volunteer like you... the only employee almost never shows up now. I've had to close early for the last three days so I can make it to classes!" Persie: *gasps* "No way! I'm glad to be able to help out!" Shep: "Hah, you're sweet for that... I would've quit showing up a long time ago but I love the animals too much..."

Shep: "Come on then, let me show you around." Persie: "Ok!" Shep: "This is the break room, but don't get used to it. I feel like I'm never in here." Persie: *giggles* "I'll keep that in mind, but hopefully I can give you a break from time to time."

Shep: "I appreciate that! I think you and I are going to be good friend. I- Oh, dangit, Halloumi!" Persie: "What a sweet kitty!" Shep: "She's supposed to be the owner's cat... but she ends up staying here constantly. I think the shelter owner is expecting someone to adopt her eventually so she doesn't have to take care of her." Persie: "That's horrible! Aww, you poor baby... are you just starved for affection? I'll be your friend." Halloumi: Mrrr-ow!

Shep: "This is usually a kennel for other cats, but I like to give her her own space. She seems to like it, but she's always escaping... I'm worried one day she'll just be out the door." Persie: "Well, maybe she just wants her mama? Don't you, sweet baby... come here, let me cuddle you." Halloumi: *purrs*

Shep: "Wow... she really seems to like you! Normally she'll only let me pick her up..."

Persie: "Well, cats are intelligent. They can usually sense emotions and-"

Persie: "Sudden... changes... in....... the atmosphere..."

Halloumi: *knowledgeable meow*

Later...

Shepherd: "Thank you so much for all your help today, Persie. I hate that you had to stay so late. But I really am grateful - you have to let me make it up to you somehow." Persie: *giggles* "You don't owe me anything, Shepherd. I loved being here with the animals and you all day. I'll try to be here often to help out." Shep: "I can't say I'm disappointed at all... But I will think of a way to thank you. Just give me time."

Persie: "Well, until then, here's my phone number so you can let me know when you need help outside my normal hours. I don't want to miss classes, but I have plenty of free days." Shep: "Oh, uh yeah! Thanks!" Persie: "I'd better catch the bus now... I'll see you soon, Shep." Shep: "Be safe out there, Persie. I don't think I'll survive much longer working the shelter by myself. Not with Halloumi giving me a run for my money!"