#stars out here aligning or something huh

[black-lake]

astro observations 12

heyy here are some of the things i found out lately while i was wasting time

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🎠 An aries moon and capricorn sun man, I always find this mix intriguing. Can give off the vibes of a character straight out of a webtoon, or a fuck boy that’s just visibly toxic. Either way I find them so incredibly magnetic. They possess strong fiery auras and usually have a rebellious streak to them. If they act out of their shadows they can be arrogant, insensitive, disloyal and only chase after the physical. 

🎠 Initially I wondered why eminem doesn’t give me libra sun vibes at all, then I looked a bit deeper into his chart and realized that he’s just textbook uranian, he even looks like an alien and acts like one at times. He got sun conjunct uranus, aquarius moon, mars conjunct uranus, and uranus square nn. He was born to be a rebel. 

🎠 He’s one of greatest rappers to exist and it’s worthy to mention some of the aspects that indicate his unique talent for rapping. First of all mars conj uranus is known to give unique talents, so that’s that. In this case sun and mars conj uranus granting him a natural rhythm, quick thinking, and unique expression. But the supersonic speed doesn’t come just from that. What’s interesting is that his ability to be a fast rapper and master lyricist is amplified by pluto also being in libra, conjunct his mars and pallas, fueling him with anger, intensifying his capabilities with determination, and heightened mental control and intelligence. Saturn is also in an air sign (gemini), indicating speed and intelligence. This gives rise to a grand air trine, linking his powerful stellium of sun, mars, uranus, pluto, and pallas in libra, his moon in aquarius, and saturn in gemini. The stars really aligned there making him the rap god huh.

🎠 If you know eminem's story you'd know that he had a tough upbringing. From a difficult mother and absent father to being an outcast bouncing between schools and sketchy neighbourhoods, the only white kid in a black community, being bullied by gangs, and even beaten up till he drifted out of consciousness, then dropped out of school. Makes me think it's why he keeps his bodyguards with him all the time! He was left with nothing and a daughter to provide for, encountered racial prejudice in rap contests for being white, despite these obstacles, he rose to become the best-selling hip-hop artist and earned recognition from rappers as one of the greatest of all time. Leads me to the next obs.

🎠 Heavy uranus/aquarius or 11°, 23° can easily become misfits without trying to. They’re constantly put in new environments, places where they’re the only ones of their kind, like a white kid in a black community, a foreign in a mostly local area, the new kid in school. There’s always ‘something different about them’ that people pick up on even if it was as early as elementary school. Which may get them outcasted or bullied. Their experiences at times lead them to hate school and drop out. 

🎠 People with these placements have something special to offer the world. It may seem like obstacles are constantly put in their way without them doing anything, but it’s their path unfolding. So they can wake up from their conditioned states and break from the status quo. The more that happens the more they realize who they are. 

🎠 Here’s why I think those that got capricorn north node can be the best fathers or the child’s favorite parent. It’s part of their destiny to be a caregiver and a good example for their children and they have the biggest hearts when it comes to caring for them and protecting them. They desire to give their child what they themselves may have lacked in their youth and shield them from the pain they experienced. Their child is their inspiration and reason to keep going in a way.

🎠 The biggest two examples I can give, Eminem singing mockingbird (one of my favs) for his daughter Hailie. He often mentions her in award shows, and did a whole diss track (killshot), in 13 minutes btw lmao, just because MGK made a tweet about his daughter. The other example is Travis Scott singing goosebumps for his daughter Stormi on stage and bringing her to his concerts. She has always said that her fav parent is her dad. Anyway, don’t mess with these ppl’s kids they’ll go after you to the end of the world. 

🎠 Men with mercury conjunct saturn have deeper voices, speak slowly and eloquently like they’re a 50 year old even if they’re 25. They are very grounded, have a methodical way of thinking and are wise beyond their years. Also masters at dodging questions.

🎠 I’ve seen it a lot and experienced it myself having an aries stellium. Women with a lot of aries or mars placements can often feel like they’re more cute, youthful and sexy in a cool way rather than the typical feminine way. They often have toned bodies, smaller chests and a lot of masculine qualities that trying to appear too feminine can feel fake to them. 

🎠 People with north node in capricorn can feel like they've been robbed of the success they deserve. It's giving the vibe of a musician that has worked so damn hard on their album and received public success but no official awards, then released another album and did it again and again and still haven’t gotten a grammy. I mean grammys are scams but ykwim. Along the lessons of success and accomplishment, there's also a profound lesson in patience and self-validation, a focus on recognizing one's worth from within rather than seeking external validation.

🎠 I noticed that aries, gemini, aquarius and capricorn placements or heavy mars, mercury, uranus and saturn can prefer skirts over dresses or just wear pants all the time.

🎠 Those with uranus-neptune in pisces really brought back the love for anime, manga, webtoons, cosplay, colourful cute aesthetics, dreamcore, surrealist aesthetics and art. They just got a dreamland vibe to them and it’s quite fascinating to see.

🎠 I have north node in leo and I'm starting to look like my 5 year old self, no joke, connecting to your inner child can do that. Looking at my childhood photos stirs up emotions within me. I often find myself reminiscing and yearning for that carefree time when I was simply myself, devoid of societal pressures. Plus, I can't help but notice after fixing my fucked up teeth I got my child smile back. I feel like I'm in a journey of rediscovery as I start to recognize that childlike spirit within me once again.

🎠 Those with sagittarius, libra, taurus, gemini, leo and aries placements have the most beautiful smiles omg, like it does something to your heart. Please keep smiling it really brightens up this world. I mean I can fit all the signs here I just love when others smile. 🥺

🎠 Mercury opposite pluto, these native can say exactly what would get them mocked or bullied. They keep starting the wrong fights for the wrong reasons. They could get triggered of people who communicate better than them. Their lesson lies in improving their communication skills, cultivating tactfulness and diplomacy, and learning to reclaim their power in a psychological manner rather than resorting to mindless verbal confrontations.

🎠 Mars conj/opp pluto can at times experience violence early on, in school or their neighborhood. They experience a lot of obstacles constantly, inner and outer pressures that they may feel like giving up. These challenges ultimately instill within them greater resilience and determination to pursue their goals. Many martial artists and athletes have this aspect, seeking an outlet to channel the intense anger they experience.

🎠 People with aries north node really go from one battle to another without a break. Leaving behind their need to compromise and avoid confrontations can be challenging but is the very thing that brings those battles. Eventually they will find themselves needing to defend themselves alone with no support, fighting back relentlessly no matter what and stop compromising to keep the peace. They will gain this sense of self assurance and bravery to face anything in life.

🎠 I know someone with a lot of saturn oppositions, aquarius sun and stellium opposite saturn, capricorn moon and aries nn. This person has always been underestimated by their parents and always felt like an outsider. They had controlling parents that imposed so many restrictions on them. They also were targeted in school for having a funny and likable personality. Being their aquarius mc and aries mercury bestie I saw their potential and encouraged them to fight back even if it meant making a scene. They eventually built up the courage to stand up for themselves no matter how alone they are. But they also have this wisdom to know when to pick their battles and when to ignore things and let them go, which I look up to.

🎠 People with a lot of chiron conjunctions or oppositions have a heart of gold. Real angels on earth that have been through it. They have so much compassion and understanding for others because they’ve been hurt in many ways. They know what it feels like to be wounded by life and have tremendous amounts of empathy for that. They have sensitive souls and their presence alone can make others feel seen and heard. I appreciate these people a lot, like thank u for existing. 

#aries moon #uranus #capricorn #aries north node #capricorn north node #leo north node #astro observations #eminem #astrology #astro community #astro notes #mars conjunct uranus #sun conjunct uranus #mars conjunct pluto #gemini saturn #degrees #mercury conjunct saturn #pisces uranus #neptune #pisces neptune #north node #mercury opposite pluto #saturn #chiron #saturn opposite sun #aquarius #aries

[d6volution]

Melatonin

Jax/Reader Fic. [Fem aligned reader.]

Heavy explicit content. | 1k words.

[Also found on my Ao3]

minors dni.

Jax sighs, his iconic smile briefly dropping as he stared at your tense figure, "C'mon toots, relax. You'll never get any sleep like this y'know." A gloved finger lifted your chin to face him, "Trust meee. You'll be finee." He cooed in a somewhat teasing voice, before dropping his hand and pushing your shoulders gently, allowing gravity to take over and your body to hit the plush bed beneath you. He crawled atop your smaller form, and sometimes you forget just how tall he is. You swear you see a devious glint in this eye for a moment.. You hesitated.

"I-It's not that, Jax we barely know each other and-" Words fumbled from your lips, until he shushed you, his finger touching your lips. "Ah- ah," He tuts. "Just.. see this as an exchange between two friends, yeah? A little.. help gettin' ya to sleep. That's all." He spoke while his opposing hand shoved the strap of his overalls down from his body, and they fell seamlessly. "Alright?" His words were so smooth and voice like honey, you nodded and briefly looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm your mind until- *Plop*, something heavy fell onto your stomach and you felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, a small squeak escaping your lips. You swallowed hard, "Ya gonna stare at the ceiling all night?"

His voice broke you out of your previous stupor , his hips moved grinding his already semi-hard shaft against your stomach. His smile returned, wide and mocking as he watched you glance down at his dick. "Impressed? Maybe the devs are a bunch of perverts who knows-" His hand grabbed your left breast and began kneading, his body hunching over yours. Mouth closing in on your ear, "Ah , well- let's put on a show for 'em."

your stomach was doing flips.

Before you could speak Jax flipped you over, "Oof! Jax, wa--" You protested, but only for a moment as one of his hands shoved your head into the pillow, the other looping beneath your waist and dragging you upwards, forcing your body to arch against him, "Thaaats more like it. All this talkin' is making me impatient, just let me do my thing and I promise you''ll be in dream land in no time." You could feel his eyes boring into your back, his eyes narrowing as he pushed aside the silly garb covering your wet snatch, "Heh. And here I was thinkin' you were being shy or something, good thing your bodys bein' more honestly with me dollface."

Hell. His words were only making this worse, embarrassment seeped into your core, "J-Just quit talking and do it alrea- Nngh!!" His thick shaft forced its way past your gummy walls until he was buried to the hilt, his hands gripping your hips as he sighed in relief, holding you in place as he bottomed out. "Hha... mmn, were you sayin something toots? Nnh, yeah.. keep clenching on me just like that," You whined and nuzzled the pillow, you could feel your insides spasming around him. You were sure this place made you feel far more sensitive than you felt did in the outside world. "J..Jax I feel.. nnh.."

"Uh, huh I know, I know-- you'll get use to it. In fact I think you'll love it," His hips began to move, he pulled out until just his tip was teasing at your entrance. Then he slammed back in with even more force than before, you cried out his name and his hand forced your head back into the pillow. "Aah. not too loud, you don't want your new friends to hear you gettin f&%cked into the mattress on your first night do ya?" He picked up a rhythm now, hips slapping agianst yours, every so often he'd grip the plush of your hips and pull you closer. "N-No.. I.." Your words were muffled, "Can't hear ya sweetness," His fingers lost themselves in your hair and yanked your head back, "Repeat that for me will ya?" He asked, hips still rocking you both, "I-I don't want them to hea- Aaah!!" He purposely thrusted sharply against your sweet-spot, causing you to see stars.

"Mmnh, right there huh?" He chuckled against your ear and released your hair, causing you to fall back against the pillow. "Guess, I'll focus there," He muttered and picked up the pace, focusing on the spot that caused you to moan so sweetly before. The tip of dick battering into your g-spot as you squirmed and whined beneath him. Biting the pillow to hide your embarrassing moans, "J-Just like that, keep takin' it.." He huffed and panted above you, a gloved hand swatting your ass for the heck of it. "Eep!" He noticed how you clenched down on him whenever he slapped your ass. He couldn't help but laugh, "Cl-Close.. Jax.. I'm..!" He smirked, "Already? Fine." He almost sounded just as annoyed as he sounded amused.. Except, he pulled out. "Wha.." You lifted your head from the pillows, in a daze. "Why'd you.."

"Relax, would ya?" He rolled his eyes and flipped back onto your back, grabbing your legs and folding you like pretzel as he slammed back into your needy core. Hitting your cunt even deeper this time, fucking your smaller shape into the mattress, he grunted into your ear and you moaned into his in tandem, "Please.. please..!" You didn't know what you were begging for , but Jax still answered your cries, a hand reaching down to rub quick circles onto your clit. "C'monn.. that's right, let go.." He almost growled into your ear as hips were moving like a blur now. You couldn't take it and cried out his name in pleasure, back arching against him and cunt spasming around his dick. His own hips stuttered due to the vice grip around him, "Ahh.." He sighed, releasing inside of you and allowing his weight to hold you down until he finished spilling into you. "Heh." He pulled out and took a step back from the bed to admire his work. Your body was sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving as your eyes remained half lidded. "Sleepy.." You muttered.

"'Course you are." He fixed himself up and pulled up his overalls. If you were able to look him over, you would have noticed he didn't seem to break a sweat. "Sweet dreams, toots." A familiar key swung around his finger as he strutted out the door, locking it behind him so no one would walk in and find you asleep half naked.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #smut #minors dni #the amazing digital circus jax #jax x reader

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Starstudded

Warnings: handjob (n receiving) car sex, riding, kind of public sex, p in v, unprotected sex

Pairings: intersex virgin Natasha x Fem reader

highschool au

Word count: 2.6k

This relates to this post I made: Here

Natasha was taking you out on a date for your 6-month anniversary. She had devised the idea to take you out on a picnic date during the sunset. When you agreed to do this with her, a warm smile coated her face. It was something you loved to see and made you happy.

Once you had helped Natasha load the truck the two of you started to drive down to the park. Natasha immediately started to ramble on about the new Tv she started watching with her mom.

"Y/n, you won't believe me on how cool the CGI looked in this episode until you actually watch it with me. Please watch it with me." She says to you, turning her head to the side to see you looking at her. Her lips curled upwards before she turned her head back to the road.

"Mhm, I will Tash, but you gotta tell me when they air baby. You have a habit of watching the episodes and not telling me when you're watching them."

"Oh, yeah-I'll tell you next time, 'swear. I'm sorry!" She tells you, her hand running through her hair and returning right back to the wheel.

"No need to be sorry Nat, I know it wasn't on purpose so I'm not mad." You tell her, before looking out the window on your side. You stare at all of the tall buildings and people walking on sidewalks. It was one of the best things about living in the city.

The car was soon quiet with a comfortable silence. The only things you could hear were the soft music of the radio and cars driving past Natasha's.

you sat comfortably in the passenger seat, and you notice Natasha's hand slowly making its way to your knee, her touch feels warm and reassuring to you. She was too shy to move her hand up closer to your thigh even though the two of you have been dating for 6 months.

Her hand moved up on down slowly, she was hoping you wouldn't say anything about it. Natasha's head occasionally looked at you when you weren't looking. She loved you so much and never wanted to end it.

The last 5 minutes passed in the car. Natasha parked in a parking spot and got out of the car. You followed out and left the car as well, heading over to the trunk to get to blanket Natasha had bought just for this date. You smiled at it and looked at Natasha once more who was carrying the basket that had the food you two had bought, and her telescope.

"You really love that thing huh?" You ask her eyeing the telescope she had in her left hand, laughing a little.

"What? My telescope?" She responded back, closing the trunk and looking at you.

"Mhm, love it more than me?" You said back to her a fake pout coating over your face.

"No! I love you more than this telescope y/n! Sure, it was 3,000 dollars and I did have to do lots of begging for it, but I love you way more." Natasha pleaded with you, almost dropping the two things in her hand

"I was just joking Nat, of course, I know that you love me, my love. Now let's go find a good spot to set up this stuff Kay?"

She nodded her head slightly, trying not to make her glasses fall off of her face. Natasha locked the car and started walking over to the grassy area. You followed right behind her, catching up to her and walking beside her.

After strolling for a few minutes, the perfect spot to lay down your belongings finally revealed itself. It offered a beautiful vantage point to take in the stunning cityscape. Without delay, you began to unfurl the blanket, smoothing out the creases and placing it gently on the soft grass. Meanwhile, Natasha diligently assembled her trusty telescope, ensuring that it was properly aligned. so the both of you could see the stars and hopefully a planet.

Natasha let out a happy sigh, being satisfied with her work, and walked over to you. Seeing you already sat down on the blanket, she laid down right next to you. Her eyes gazed upon your face. She had the softest look on her face, you swear you could see a sparkle in her eyes when you looked down at her.

"You're so pretty y/n/n. I could stare at you forever, just like the stars." Natasha tells you before sitting up. A smile comes up on your face and you give her a kiss, her cheeks heating up with red.

"You're too cute Tasha." You tell her bringing her into a hug. Natasha let out a laugh and hugged you back.

"Can we eat y/n? I'm soooo hungry." She tells you, immediately switching topics but still hugging you.

"Of course Nat, you don't have to ask me you know." You tell her and pull away from the hug, reaching over to the basket and grabbing the food that Natasha packed for herself and giving it to her.

"Thank you, y/n/n," she said to you before she started savoring her food. She managed to get the workers at a popular sandwich place to cut her bread into two stars. It was the cutest thing ever, seeing her open up the plastic and eat her star-shaped sandwiches, You reciprocated her smile and reached for your own meal from the basket, enjoying it alongside her.

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Natasha and you had finished your meal. You two had talked about life in general. Natasha brought up how she was gonna bring her guitar out here but Melina said no because she already brought her telescope and she knew Natasha would drop one and break it.

"You don't understand y/n! I had this amazing song written for you, planned just for tonight and she goes and tells me I can't bring my guitar? It's so stupid!" She told you, her face frowning up.

"Hey, it's okay Natasha. I bet Melina would let me come over tomorrow after school, play it for me then okay?"

"M'kay, but it won't be the same..." She whispers the last part and lays down on the blanket, right next to where you were laying.

"Natasha it's gonna sound beautiful either way I know it." You reassure her and move over to your side so you can see her. You see her looking up at the sky trying to see any stars, her hands laying on her stomach. It was a comforting view.

After a while, Natasha shifted onto her side and fixed her gaze upon you. As your eyes met, a profound sense of connection seemed to pass between you both, enveloping you in a shared moment of contemplation and understanding.

Natasha moved closer to you and put her hands on your face. "I-is this okay?" She asks you, always wanting your reassurance whenever she touched you.

"Mhm." You whisper out to her. Her lips met yours, your hands wrapping around her back as you kissed her passionately. The only thing you two could hear was the sound of cars driving past the park and the wind moving the tree branches around.

By now most people had left the park, the only people that passed were peopled that walked and ran late at night. Natasha pulled away from the kiss and looked at you.

"Could we um-do this in the car?" She whispered out to you, even though no one was around. Her face getting red as she looked down at her pants.

"Sure baby, but do you have a reason why?" You tried to act like you didn't know why she wanted to go into the car, but you obviously knew, feeling the hard-on Natasha had.

"I-I don't know." She replies back to you, looking in every direction except your face. you let out a chuckle and look away.

You sat yourself up and started to put all the trash away in the basket you had brought out. Natasha quickly stood herself up and covered her hands where her hard-on was, turning her back towards you quickly so she could put her telescope she didn't use away.

You quickly folded the blanket that was placed on the grass and grabbed the two items. You waited for Natasha to finish folding her telescope before you went down to the car.

"You don't have to wait y/n. Just take the keys I'll be down there in a second. She tells you, giving you the car keys. You walked down to the car and loaded the trunk once more. You got back into the passenger seat and waited on Natasha to get in the car.

A couple minutes later she entered the car. Her hands still covering her hard-on, and her face was looking out the window, still not trying to look at you.

"Do you need help with that baby?" You ask her, moving her hand away from her cock and palming her through her sweatpants. A low groan left her mouth as she threw her head back against the seats.

"Please." She whined out to you, her hips already moving up from your movements.

"Already so hard for me Nat? Didn't even do anything and you're hard huh baby?" You tell her before slipping down her sweatpants, leaving her in only a hoodie and boxers.

Her cock standing up in its confinements only made Nat needier for you, a small wet stain was now prominent at the top of her boxers. She let out loud and shaky breaths and she waited for you to do something.

You slowly pull down Natasha's boxers, her cock springing out and hitting her stomach, a moan leaves her mouth when you circle her tip with your thumb, slowly bringing one of your hands down to jerk her off. Her hips move up at their own pace to fuck your hand.

"F-fuck, y/n if you keep doing that I'll cum too fast s-slow down please" She moaned out to you, her hands gripping the side of the seats while you jerked her off.

Loud moans kept on falling from her mouth as you moved your hand up and down faster around her, using your hand and squeezing it just a bit so it could stimulate Natasha's pleasure.

"Look so cute right now Tash, your cock is always so needy for me hm?" She looks at you again, her eyes hazy and her mouth opened, moan after moan leaving her mouth.

"Oh fuck y/n i'-"

With an attempt at a warning, Natasha cums all over her her hoodie and your hand. Her hips bucked into your hand slightly as you slowed down your movements.

"Good job Nat." You tell her before giving her a kiss on the lips. You pull away after a few seconds and see that her face is flushed with red, her mid-length hair sticking to her face as she looked up at you.

"Y/n-i'm still hard." She tells you while looking down at her cock, her glasses had some fog on them so she took them off and sat them on the dashboard.

"Go sit down in the back Nat, let me ride you." You tell her, Natasha doesn't need to hear another word before she's climbing over the storage compartment and into the backseat. She quickly takes off her hoodie, leaving her in only a wifebeater. She lets out a groan while she waits for you.

You quickly slip down your sundress leaving you in only a bra and panties, you make your way to the backseat where Natasha was waiting and sit on her lap.

"Are we gonna do this here y/n, I mean, what if we get caught?" She asks you coming a little scared of having sex in the back of her car.

"Do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to that's find, but I just jerked you off Nat." You tell her looking straight into her face.

"No-no I still want to do it, just please hurry it's starting to hurt. And my mom is gonna wonder why I'm out so late so we have to make this quick y/n/n" Natasha tells you before kissing your neck, her hands making their way to your back and unclasping your bra.

You quickly move your panties to the side while Natasha is occupied kissing your neck. You slowly sink yourself down onto Natasha's cock. You needed a couple minutes to adjust to her because she was so big.

Natasha stopped kissing your neck and let out another loud moan into the car.

"Feel so good in me Nat." You moan out to her and wrap your arms around her, sinking down onto her cock once more, you slowly get down to the base of her cock.

"So full baby, you fill mommy up so good my love." You tell Natasha, her head resting in the crook of your neck as you started moving your hips up and down.

The both of you let out loud moans as you rode her. Her hands make their wait onto your waist and move you up and down. Natasha's eyebrows are scrunched as she focuses on your pussy squeezing her cock. You two have had sex a couple of times, but she's so hooked on your pussy.

"S-so good y/n." She moans into your ear, her hips thrusting up at the same time as you. The windows were all fogged up now, the car being humid and hot. Your hand reached out to the window, leaving your handprint on the glass.

Natasha moved one of her hands away from your waist and onto your clit, making you moan out into the air. Her fingers fastened their pace when she saw the look on your face.

"Does that feel good y/n?" She asks you in between shaky breaths.

"Mhm, keep doing that baby." You tell her and lean your forehead against hers. Your hips getting faster as you got closer to your orgasm, you could tell Natasha was already close by the way her eyes started to close.

"Shit, cum with me y/n please." She begs out to you, the one hand she had on your waist tightening.

After a few more seconds you finally came around her cock, squeezing around her tightly so she can finish.

"Oh my god y/n," Natasha whispers into your ear before letting go inside of you, her hot cum painting the inside of your walls. The both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you catch your breath.

"That was good, thank you y/n," Natasha tells you before she helps you get off of her cock.

"Of course baby, but I do think we should get back home, it's already 11:30 and you said you were gonna be home by 10." You tell her before putting your sundress back on and giving Natasha her boxers and pants.

"Already?! Uhhhh, fuck my hoodie. Um, can you take it home with you y/n, I already know I'm gonna get questioned by my parents about why I'm out so late and these stains aren't gonna make it better?" She tells you handing the hoodie over shyly.

"Of course Nat, I'm gonna keep it for a few weeks because it will remind me of you when you're not next to me," you tell Natasha and smile before getting back up to the front seat.

Natasha follows closely behind you, coming up to sit in the driver's seat, she grabs her glasses and cleans them with her shirt and puts the back on her face

"I had a fun time tonight y/n."

"Me too Tash, don't forget I'm coming over tomorrow to listen to your song so you better be ready okay?"

"Okay, I promise I'll be up before 12," She tells you and you both laugh at her promise.

"Yeah, you better, or else I'm telling Melina to take away all of your comics."

"Ha ha ha, you're so funny y/n," Natasha tells you before she starts driving out of the park and driving you back to your house.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #marvel #natasha x reader #marvel smut #natasha #Natasha Romanoff fic

[kaebedom-me]

in which gojo cant seem to get his shit together when he's in front of the person he likes

synopsis: gojo tries his best to impress a regular he's been crushing on, too bad he can't keep his shit together long enough to make a proper latte

cw: gojo x reader, the babygirlfication of gojo satoru, ooc!gojo, he's actually not ooc my personal hc is that he gets real flustered in front of the person he really likes that's why, equally flustered and shy!reader, fem!reader, fluff, slightly proofread but not really, this is part of @freyzrc's very cute very good cafe au series! so please support the original creator!

word count: 1544

a/n: im actually scheduled for another DisappearanceTM but i 🥺 anyway, if you've been wondering where I've been I'm actually neck deep in jjk hell hence! i present to you, tumblr, this fic!!! (more hcs and context after the fic if you're interested in my ramblings)

Gojo, despite his very pretty (self-proclaimed) appearance, actually prefers to work the morning shift during the times when the café was not a bar. It’s definitely not because he’s more of a morning person, it’s also definitely not because he hates alcohol. Also, it’s certainly absolutely positively NOT because of a pretty girl that comes in every once in a while, to grab a latte at a time where it (in his opinion) should be an inappropriate time to get coffee. But it’s favourite part of the day anyway, he always finds himself looking forward to it despite the irregularity of the girl’s visit.

“Ah! Welcome!” Itadori’s voice chimed in, snapping Gojo out of his daydreaming.

“Welcome!” Gojo exclaimed, too. He turned around just in time to catch sight of the girl he was daydreaming about coming to the counter.

To say he was a little excited was an understatement, because Gojo had almost dropped the cup that he was drying to the floor, earning a snort from Geto who’d been standing next to him the entire time. Gojo turned to glare at him for a split second before returning his attention to you.

“The usual, right?” Itadori asked cheerily.

“Actually, could I get it hot today?” you asked softly.

“Of course! That’ll be out to you in a jiffy!”

You gave Itadori a smile while tucking away your wallet. As you walked away, you glanced behind the counter to note who was on shift. Geto gave you a kind nod before whispering something to Itadori.

Before you could get too far away Itadori raised his voice a little to catch your attention. “Um! Miss! Excuse me! I’m so sorry to bother but we’re a little short staffed today, would you mind waiting here for your coffee?”

He asked you so nicely you weren’t able to say no, it’s not like you would’ve in the first place, though. You approached the end of the counter, where they usually put the drinks before serving.

Geto gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Megumi-kun’s out with the dogs and I’m just about to take my break, so I really hope you don’t mind.”

You nodded; you understood you told him.

“Thank you so much, hun’! It’s nice seeing you again.” Geto beamed, and right there you swear you died while you were on your way here because this can’t be happening.

Geto quickly excused himself and went to the back, leaving you flustered.

Gojo was by the machines pulling a shot when Geto so kindly passed by him to pat him on the butt. The daggers he had been glaring at him had Geto trying not to laugh the entire time.

When you noticed it was your favourite white-haired barista making your coffee today you nearly choked on your own spit. Surely, you definitely died on the way here today, that was the only reason why the stars had aligned so perfectly today.

By the time you snapped back to your senses, Gojo was practically right in front of you assembling the drinks. You were way too nervous to look directly at him but you felt it would’ve been rude to look away considering you just made eye contact with him.

You awkwardly gave him a smile, and he returned it stiffly. “Uh, nice weather, huh?”

“Yeah!” You answered.

Curses! “Nice weather”??? That’s all he could come up with??? The only time he gets to talk to you outside of the usual short conversation while you ordered and he had to mess it up??? A disgrace! He’s The Gojo Satoru! How could he have been so-!!

It was then Gojo slightly slipped up and spilled some of the milk from the pitcher. “Shit,” he cursed.

He shouldn’t have looked up. But he did, and he made direct eye contact with you. GOD! STUPID! How did he mess it up this badly! Gojo wanted to curl into a ball and hide under the stupid cabinets right now.

“I usually don’t fuck up this badly-”

“Oh!!! Um! It’s ok! Take your time,” you tried and offered him your best smile.

Huh? HUH???? Did he seriously, seriously accidentally say that out loud? In front of you??? Of all people?????

Gojo cleared his throat as he felt the heat rush up into his cheeks. He has to save this somehow. “I, uh- Erm, is there any particular latte art you like?”

Taken off guard, you shook your head. “Anything’s good really!”

FUCK. What now?? He just kind of made conversation with you, should he continue?? Should he give you some options? A heart? What?! No! That’s too obvious! A swan? A rose? C’mon, Gojo, think! You can do better than those basic fucking starter latte art. Maybe he should drop dead and die, there’s no saving this interaction at this point.

“Maybe?” You quietly piped in. “Those plant looking ones? I think they look nice.”

A tulip? A tulip! Gojo’s got this! This is easy! Tulips are so easy! And he’s the best latte art maker in this whole damn café!

“Sure!” He puffed up his chest and answered as cheerily as he can, trying to hype himself up. If this goes well, maybe, MAYBE, he’d deem himself worth enough to ask for your number.

A tulip, a tulip, a tulip. A very simple and easy design. Yes, Gojo can make it with his eyes closed. He can even make it more complicated and intricate, that’ll surely impress you enough to want to give him your number. Super simple tulips are, he’s been making them since forever.

So why, why, WHY, is his hand shaking so badly. No!! No!!!! He has to do this perfectly! Oh, God, he can feel you looking at him and waiting. You’ve been waiting for a while too, he knows this! But God damn it, Megumi didn’t have to come in at this time to remind him that you’ve been waiting for a while. No! Focus! He can do this! Make good latte art, get pretty girl’s number!

Gojo ignored Itadori calling Megumi over to the back. He breathed in and let his hands worked his magic. This was easy! It’s practically muscle memory at this point! He’s got this!

Make good latte art, get pretty girl’s number!

Gojo must’ve been too excited because he fucking accidentally poured too much of the stupid milk into the damn cup too quickly and royally fucked whatever art he was about to make.

Gojo wanted to scream.

“Oh, um, I can still take that,” you piped in.

Oh, fucking fuck, you were watching him the entire time too. Gojo wanted to cry.

“No, no, I’ll remake it-”

“No! It’s ok! I don’t mind,” you said again. “I really don’t mind.”

You were truly an angel sent from heaven. How are you so forgiving and cute?? He can never show his face again the next time you come in.

“Ah, at least let me draw something on it to make up for it,” Gojo meekly offered.

Too shy to say no, you let and then watched him shuffle a little to the side to reach for the chocolate syrup.

Gojo made quick work of drawing Shiro into the latte you ordered. It wasn’t something too impressive but he knew at least you’d like it considering how much time you spend with Megumi’s dog whenever you came in.

“Enjoy,” he sheepishly muttered to you while he slid the coffee towards you.

Curse that stupid!!! Suguru!!!! For making you, of all people, stand by the counter to watch him work.

He watched as your eyes lit up at the little doodle he made. “Sorry I’m kinda off my game today,” he lamely excused himself. “It’s not the tulip you wanted but I hope it’s enough, I swear I’m a killer with latte art.”

You nodded, still eyeing the little Shiro on your cup, absent-mindedly you said, “It’s ok, maybe next time!”

Gojo perked up at that. The fact that you were still willing to come back!!! Ah, that almost brought tears to his eyes. “Next time for sure,” he promised.

Realising what you had just heard you snapped back to look at him. He was smiling gently down at you now and your heart almost burst out of your chest right there. You nodded and offered him another smile before scuttering away to find a seat.

おまけ

“Oh my God, that was so painful to watch,” Geto could hardly contain his laughter.

“Hey!!! Whose fault was it, huh!! I could’ve made the best damn art in my entire career!! And you!!! You fucked me over,” Gojo whisper shouted at Geto while the other staff slowly made their way back to the front.

“You screwed it up yourself,” muttered Megumi. “It was funny to watch though, I’m glad we took the shorter route back today.”

“Yeah, the Gojo Satoru fumbling so badly,” chimed Geto.

Itadori walked over to where Gojo was and offered him the cloth by the sink. “Aw, I think you did your best, senpai! Next time! You’ll make the best damn latter art in your entire career, I’m cheering for you!”

Gojo snatched the cloth from Itadori and glared at his friends before wiping down the mess he made. 

so as mentioned, my personal hc is that gojo gets really flustered and shy when he's in front of the person his likes that's why he's like that in the fic uwu

it's just a simple cafe au with your favourite jjk boys

according to @freyzrc the bar becomes a bar after hours so your faves are able to pick and choose what shifts they prefer to work and when

i say your faves but really its up to you (read: me) if i want to see who at when and where lMAO

in my head, if i were to make this into a series it'd be like a dating sim with different routes depending on your fave that you're after

but also, there's no particular order in which events happen because I'm really writing this as a one off HAHAHA

if you're curious though, you can read it as a "best moments compilation" thing, but if you're on the other routes, the events of this route then not something that happened? it's basically kind of like the timeline branches out and there's multiple different universes within this universe

this route is gojo x reader + geto x reader with a hint of satosugu

this was intended to be a gift to the original artist so uwu reader is the way they are because of that

gojo does crush on geto here in this route but his brain actually doesn't process his feelings for geto because he dug himself a very deep friendzone hole. it's very tragic :/

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #implied geto x reader #implied itafushi #because i say so. #im posting it here because technically this is my writing blog #sorry genshin only fans #if you were expecting my usual content #but if you're a genshin and jjk fan :eyes emoji: hi <3 #you can blame tumblr user at f[redacted] for dragging me into jjk #that's why i've been away from jenshin because jjk <33333 #getting into jjk is a mistake #idk if i'll continue writing at all but it's nice to pop in once in a while #so consider this my occassionally scheduled questionable content #idk if you can tell i don't write a lot of fluff but adhfs i tried my best #jjk x reader #fluff #if ur reading this fwey ily <3

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Stars Align: Part 3

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Misuse, Drinking, Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff and a lot of it, Mentions of Abuse, Sexual References, Violence, Anger, Pining, I think that's it?

-- Part 2 Here --

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18+ Only

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Present:

You went back inside to let Gabby know you were going to grab a drink with Bradley, and to ask if she wanted you to walk her to a cab.

Bradley followed you to the dance floor.

“Rooster!” A voice rang out from the crowd, and a tall blond man emerged.

“Hangman.” Bradley responded, “I’m gonna shoot off, can you let Mickey know?”

The blond man raised his eyebrow, “Find yourself a little lady?” He looked over Bradley’s shoulder at you as you waited patiently.

“She’s my old best friend, haven’t seen her in years so we’re going somewhere quiet to catch up.” Bradley explained.

“Right, sure.” The blond winked. “Don’t be late tomorrow, Mickey will kill you.” And he turned around to leave.

Bradley faced you with a grimace, “Sorry about him, Jake’s a piece of work.”

“I’m more interested in the part where he called you Rooster. You kept the nickname?” You chuckled.

“Call sign.” Bradley corrected you with a grin.

“Wait… do you mean-“ you were cut off by Gabby barging into you.

“Whoops! Sorry. Are we leaving? I think I’ve had enough for one night.” She breathed, bunching her hair up off of her sweaty neck.

“Actually, yeah Bradley and I are gonna grab a drink and catch up. Can we walk you to a cab?” You asked, wrapping your arm around her waist to steer her towards the exit.

“Much obliged.” She saluted you and you chuckled.

Once Gabby was safely in a cab and on her way home, you turned to smile at Bradley.

“Where to?” You asked.

“I know a place.” He held out his hand and you took it, walking next to him as he gently steered you through the crowds. His hand felt remarkably strong yet so gentle at the same time, like he was gently cupping something he was terrified to break.

“So… call sign huh? That mean you got into the Navy?”

“Yes ma’am. I couldn’t wait to tell you about it… but you changed your number.” He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked at you cautiously.

“Oh… I didn’t.” You looked to the ground awkwardly.

Bradley glanced at you, confused, your number had been disconnected when he’d tried to call you years ago and had been ever since.

You bit your lip, “But that’s a long story, not sure we’ll have time for it tonight. I am sorry I wasn’t there for you when you got to experience that, though.” You felt horrible for missing such a milestone in his life.

Bradley smiled down at you, “I get to share it with you now, don’t I?” He nudged you until you grinned, and then let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder instead.

“Can’t believe I bumped into you, here of all places.” He mumbled absentmindedly as he walked.

“Yeah that’s fate I guess, Rooster.” You joked, referencing something from your past you always used to tease him about. He’s shot you a playful glare and you chuckled.

He suddenly stopped, “Here we are. I passed this place earlier and weirdly enough, it made me think of you.”

You looked up at the sign and scrunched up your nose, “A Cat Cafe?”

“No.” Bradley laughed, and moved you over to the left slightly, pointing at the sign next to it.

“Oh! An art bar, that’s better Bradshaw, for a moment there I thought you forgot that I’m a dog person.” You chuckled as you walked inside.

Bradley sat you down at a cozy corner booth, and squeezed in next to you as you scanned the menu for their cocktail list and some nibbles.

Your heart began to race as you felt his strong arm rest behind you on the seat as he read the menu over your shoulder. His breath was minty as it wafted over you.

“You think they’ll be serving any food still? It is 2am.” You said looking over at the other tables to distract yourself from your sudden emotional overtake, some of which had food on them, and your stomach growled.

“I’ll go ask, what drink do you want?” Bradley asked as he stood up, his hands propping himself up over you on the table, and you had to fight with all your might not to ogle at the size of his arms and the veins that protruded from his thick neck.

You gulped, “Sex on the beach, please.”

Bradley winked at you, “Whatever you want, Birdy.” And with a cheeky grin, he left to the bar to order.

He left you flushed and breathless, your rapid heartbeat doing little to distract from the sudden growing tension in between your thighs. You gasped to yourself as you realised your feelings were somehow still there.

Sure it didn’t help that Bradley was now a man, like really a man, or that his confidence was bordering on cockiness, but the real Bradley, or the old Bradley you should say, was still there underneath, and glimpses of him kept trickling through, reminding you of why you fell for him in the first place.

You were lost in thought when Bradley got back, jumping as he placed a plate of fries and your drinks on the table. He pulled a small canvas and a mini easel out from under his arm and positioned it on the table, with small tubs of primary colour paints. He pulled out two tiny paintbrushes from his pocket and handed you one as he eyed you up.

“Sorry.” He chuckled, “Care to tell me where you just travelled to… up there.” He gestured to your head and you rolled your eyes.

“Trust me you don’t want to know what goes on up there.”

“Probably for the best, bet it’s all lady stuff.” he said sitting down next to you.

“Ew, only you could make those two words sound gross, Brad.” You flinched.

Bradley chuckled, and you spent the rest of the evening catching up on all the things missed while you were apart, while picking at the fries and painting random squiggles on your canvas every now and then. You purposely left out the section of your life involving Jacob, as that was a story for another time, far too dark for a catch up date.

You learnt that Carole had passed away, and you were suddenly on the verge of tears. You felt so guilty that you never got to say goodbye, and that you weren’t there for Bradley when he needed you most.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there for you.” You whispered, biting your cheek to stop the tears from falling.

“Hey, it’s okay. How were you supposed to know? She knew you loved her, I told her so many times towards the end.” He reassured you, but even as he did, his voice broke and you could see him swallowing down the lump in his own throat.

You were both sufficiently drunk at this point, Bradley more so, and your conversation had turned deep and emotional. You sat with your legs draped over Bradley’s thighs, while he played absentmindedly with your knees, a habit he’d picked up years ago, a coping mechanism of sorts to distract him from any issues at hand.

The first time he’d done this, you’d been at home watching a scary movie in the living room, and about halfway through Bradley had picked up your legs and put them on his lap. “You have really wobbly knee caps.” He’d commented, distracting himself from the gory scene ahead.

You’d looked at him, confused at the time, but it had come to be a comforting position for the both of you.

“What did you mean, earlier, when you said you didn’t change your number?” Bradley asked suddenly, clearing his throat of the lump.

You drew in a sharp breath, looking down at your hands. “It’s a long story Brad, another time?” You asked.

Bradley nodded, squeezing your calf.

“Should we make a move? Think the suns about to come up and you’ve got a wedding to attend.” You grinned.

“Yup, probably a good idea.” Bradley slurred, and you swung your legs off of him. He stood and immediately swayed, shooting a hand out to steady himself on the table.

“Woah, one too many whiskey sours, me thinks.” He chuckled. You got up and slotted yourself under his arm to steady him.

“Guess so. Let’s get you back to your hotel. Where are you staying?”

Bradley thought for a moment, and then looked down at you confused, “I can’t remember.” He snatched up the canvas and wedged it underneath his other arm.

You groaned. “Can you text that guy you were with earlier? Or do you have a keycard?”

Bradley pouted and shook his head, “Hangman and I are sharing a room, he has the keycard and he’ll be asleep right now. Can I crash at yours? Like old times?” He grinned his boyish grin and fluttered his pretty eyelashes, until you sighed and steered him towards the street.

“Yeah, okay, but a fair warning, I’m living out of boxes right now.”

“I thought you said you lived in an apartment, not in a box?” He slurred again, swaying on the spot as you stood and waited for a cab.

You laughed at his poor attempt at a joke, and patted him on the back. “You’re gonna feel awful tomorrow.”

“I know.” He grinned down at you, but his eyes were so sincere and gentle it made you want to kiss him.

A cab pulled up and you shuffled inside after Bradley. You told the driver your address and sat back.

Bradley was asleep on your shoulder within 2 minutes, and not long after you pulled up outside your building. You paid and thanked the cab driver and shook Bradley awake.

“Hmm?” He mumbled as he came to.

“We’re here.” You said gently, stroking his face to rouse him.

Bradley moaned at the touch and you found yourself having to clench your thighs, the sound vibrated through your entire body.

You managed to get Bradley to follow you, although wobbly, up the 5 flights of stairs, but you cursed the elevator being broken as it was like trying to coax a stubborn child.

Eventually you stumbled through the door and kicked your heels off.

“Home sweet home!” You sighed, eyeing up the mountain of boxes.

“It’s nice, bit crowded but it’ll get there.” Bradley slurred, walking into the kitchen and looking through your fridge. He pulled out a bottle of beer and was about to open it when you charged at him.

“What are you- ouch, what the fuck, Birdy?“

You collided with Bradley and wrangled the beer from his hand.

“Absolutely not!” You held the beer out of reach.

Bradley grinned and tried to swipe for it.

“No! It’s… 5:23am!” You groaned, checking the time on your phone. “You need to sleep or you’ll never make the wedding.”

“I’ll be fine! I don’t wanna sleep yet, we’ve got way too much catching up to do still.” He reached for the beer but you turned your back to him and held it as far out in front of you as you could.

Suddenly two strong arms were wrapping around your midriff and lifting you into the air. You squealed and tried to struggle, but a fit of laughter overtook you, zapping away any strength you held. Bradley smiled at you over your shoulder as he watched you lose yourself like you had when you were teenagers, and a wave of emotion and nostalgia overtook him. He put you down suddenly and turned you around.

Your laughing slowed and you looked up at Bradley, who’s eyes were brimming now.

''Brad are you okay?'' You were suddenly concerned at the sudden change in atmosphere.

Bradley pulled you in for a bear hug, and this time he just held you for a long time.

You rubbed his back soothingly, his fingers now thread in your hair as he held your head in place against his broad chest, his heart racing.

“I’ve really missed you, kid.” He said through a shaky voice.

“I’ve missed you too, Rooster.”

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Past:

You walked home with your heels in one hand and the other shielding your eyes as the rain poured down onto you. You were sure it rained so heavily that night because of how heartbroken you felt, and that Mother Nature just wanted to mask your tears with her own.

You burst through your front door and went straight upstairs, dumping your soggy shoes and purse by the door. Your parents turned from the movie they were watching in the living room in surprise.

“Jeez, when I said be home by 11, I meant more like 11:30, not 8:40.” You dad commented.

You slammed your bedroom door.

He looked at your mom who just shrugged. Your dad followed you upstairs, your mom hot on his tail.

“Honey, what happened?” He asked, pushing your door open gently.

“Nothing. I just want to go to bed.” You sniffed, undoing your braid to allow your wet hair to dry.

“Where’s Bradley?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t know and I don’t care.”

You tried to hard sleep that night, but sleep didn’t find you easily. You kept going over the night in your head, trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

Eventually you stopped crying and your sadness turned to anger. You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place, Bradley had begged you to go, and now you were furious he had.

It was close to midnight when your door creaked open and a sliver of light filtered in.

“Birdy.” Bradley whispered.

Your head shot up off of your tear stained pillow, and you glared at him for a second. “Who let you in?” You demanded.

“Your dad. But not before he gave me a talking to.” He admitted sheepishly. You slammed your head back down on the pillow.

“Birdy I’m so sorry.” He walked in and gently closed the door. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, I’m not really sure what came over me.”

You said nothing, smushing your face further into your pillow to avoid even seeing your best friends face. You were so mad.

You felt the bed dip behind you as Bradley lay down.

“Lil bird, please look at me.”

“I can’t right now.” You huffed.

“Okay, I get that. But at least let me apologise.”

“Don’t bother. You left me there Bradley, after you begged me to go with you, I don’t think apologising is gonna fix this one.” You said as you propped yourself up on your elbows and glared at him.

Bradley suddenly felt the immense guilt of what he had done when he saw how puffy your eyes were from crying.

“I know, I shouldn’t have. I came right back, once I’d calmed down and realised I was being a total idiot, but you were gone already. Sophie’s friend Kate said she overheard Michelle talking to her friends. I know you didn’t do or say anything, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“You’ve known me for years, Bradley. The fact that it took someone else telling you I wasn’t lying to believe me is a real gut punch.”

“I know, I’m a dick. It’ll never happen again. From now on if you say something, I’ll take your word. I swear.” He stuck out his pinky.

You stared at it and then at him for a moment. He seemed genuinely sorry, and you had missed him in the few hours since you’d last seen him, so you nodded and hooked your pinky in his.

“Fine. But I’m still mad at you.”

Bradley grinned, ruffling your already frizzy hair. You groaned and lay back down.

“Can I sleep over?” He asked, propping his head in his hand as he turned on his side to look at you.

“Only if you stop calling it a sleep over. We’re not kids anymore.” You huffed.

“Okay… can I stay the night?” He asked in a deep voice and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“That’s better. You can wear my princess pyjamas.” You joked, finally cracking a smile.

Bradley rolled his eyes, sitting up and peeling off his dress-shirt. “If we’re not kids anymore, I don’t need pyjamas.” He lay back down in just his pants, and you blushed.

You wondered at times like these if he knew how you felt about him, and just enjoyed teasing you.

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Present:

The sun filtered in through your curtain-less windows and you groaned. Your hangover hit you as soon as you peeled your eyes open, and you pulled your duvet over your head.

You breathed through the rolling nausea, and squeezed your eyes shut to stop the feeling of the world spinning a little too fast. Suddenly you heard a loud thump outside the room followed by a deep voice mumbling “shit”.

You’d forgotten all about Bradley. You shot up suddenly as the night before came into memory.

You could hear Bradley groan in the living room, as he shuffled around trying to get dressed.

You walked to the living room and watched as Bradley searched frantically for his shirt.

His toned body looked unfairly delicious in the morning light. You bit your lip as you watched.

Bradley noticed you finally, and relief washed over his face. “Oh Birdy, thank god. I can’t find my shirt and I’m so late for the wedding.” He walked over to you and grabbed your hands, pulling you into the living room. “I can’t remember the end of last night.”

“Well, that’ll be the last beer you had.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “Okay let me think.” You pressed your fingers into your temples as you walked around the apartment.

“Okay… so we had a little moment in the kitchen-“ you pointed to where you stood hugging Bradley for what felt like forever.

“Oh did we?” Bradley jiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut up, not like that Bradshaw.” You shot back and rolled your eyes.

You kept walking, your eyes scanning the boxes and floor space.

“And theeeen… you gave me a piggy back ride to… the bedroom?” You couldn’t recall why. You walked back to the bedroom with Bradley hot on your tail.

Bradley’s shirt lay on the floor next to your bed, and you picked it up and handed it to him.

“Thanks, Birdy.” Bradley said sincerely. He took a moment to put his shirt back on and then gave you a sad smile. “I guess I better get going. Will I see you again?”

You suddenly felt a lump in the back of your throat, and swallowed it down as best you could before you nodded.

“I hope so, Brad. I really did miss you.”

You showed Bradley out and waved him goodbye as he walked down the stairwell. As soon as he was out of sight you bit back tears and went back into the apartment. You sniffled as you unpacked your kitchen essentials, and laughed wetly as you remembered some of the events of the night before. You suddenly recalled why Bradley was in your room, he’d insisted on waiting until you fell asleep before he went to bed himself, and he sat singing 80’s and 90’s hits softly to you as he drank his beer, and as it had worked so well in the past, it still worked perfectly now.

As Bradley sang Aerosmith, your eyes fluttered shut;

“… Don't wanna close my eyes,

I don't wanna to fall asleep,

'Cause I'd miss you baby…

And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

The last thought that sank through your mind as you drifted off into a comforting slumber, was that you finally felt safe, like really safe, and you hadn’t felt that way in a very long time.

Not since you moved away.

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Steve is the one to re-discover the tapes when they’re packing up, left in a haphazard pile on the bedside cabinet. There’s a clack of plastic against wood, and Eddie glances over to see that Steve, in reaching for his file, has scattered the cassettes, made them furl out like a fan on the cabinet.

“Oh,” Steve says. He just looks at the tapes for a couple of seconds. Blinks. “Are these Robin’s?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie doesn’t ask how he knows that—he gets the picture that when it comes to Steve and Robin, there’ll always be an implicit understanding between them.

Steve grabs a pen, winds back any of the tapes that need it, those stopped either just before or just after My Little Town.

What made it yours? Eddie doesn’t ask. Why that one?

He thinks of when he first heard the song, that ghostly, unreal feeling; the hope at Steve’s minute reaction to the sound. Not knowing what to do with the loneliness he heard in it.

“Here’s yours,” Eddie says, reaching over. His fingers drum over the cassette holder, indicating the worn sleeve; when he says, “Guessing this one’s well-loved, huh?”, it’s not supposed to mean anything, really. Just something light enough for Steve to smile at.

But Steve doesn’t reply for a moment. He turns the tape over and over in his hands, like he’s looking at some distant artefact instead of something that belongs to him. Then his shoulder raises in a half-shrug; his face does something too complicated and quick for Eddie to catch. Something between a smile and a wince—not quite one or the other.

“It was my mom’s first,” Steve says.

-

Robin arrives like a whirlwind as Steve’s getting discharged—if a whirlwind can be an at all reassuring presence, which right now is absolutely the case.

“Hey, look who’s decided to come crawling back,” Steve says when he sees her, grinning.

She slaps him on the shoulder. “Stop, Steve, Dad’s been a total—”

“Yeah, yeah, I—”

“—nightmare and, yeah, I get it, coming back home from a lovely Spring Break—”

“Rob, I was kidding!”

“—to find that oh, there’s kinda been a, uh, cataclysmic event might make anyone a teensy bit uneasy—”

“Holy shit.”

“—but, seriously, I was practically on house arrest! He only let me go ‘cause it’s you, and he thinks the sun shines out your—”

“Aw,” Steve says, sugary sweet, “told you I’m good with parents.”

“Gross,” Robin fires back. “Absolutely disgusting, never speak to me again.”

“Can we go already? Wayne needs the car back some time this year,” Eddie says.

But his annoyance is transparently fake: the whole time Robin and Steve have been talking, they’ve all pretty much seamlessly crossed the parking lot—the self-conscious air that had been following Steve around as he used his crutches vanishing completely in the face of Robin’s banter.

Steve and Robin sit in the back, Robin taking the crutches and basically contorting her body around them so Steve can get more space.

“Radio on, Eddie!” Robin says, then imperiously calls out the frequency. “Make it snappy.”

“Demanding, isn’t she?” Steve says, and when Eddie looks over his shoulder at him, Steve winks.

“If Her Majesty decrees it,” Eddie says.

He turns the radio on, fiddles with the dial until he reaches the right station—can feel Robin drumming the back of the driver’s seat in anticipation.

“Yeah, this one!”

They tune in just in time to hear the first chorus of Material Girl.

Steve starts to giggle. “R-Robin did you phone in and ask—”

“You can prove nothing. Maybe the stars aligned and thought, hey, we might as well—”

“Sure.”

“—because the universe was so impressed by the Harrington choreography—”

“Ugh, shut up.”

“Fucking children,” Eddie says through a smirk, and as he pulls out of the parking lot, he glances up to the mirror, catches Robin and Steve dissolving into twin peals of laughter.

-

Steve’s house is full, and it makes the whole space feel different; where previously the high ceilings would make every little sound echo within the emptiness, now it’s full of noise rebounding—there’s constant movement, people coming and going, the kids barging their way around the kitchen and living room, or lounging in the hallway. It all makes the house seem smaller. Warmer.

By some sort of unspoken agreement, no-one crowds Steve, and the clamour means that his arrival doesn’t draw undue attention, means that he can just slip through the front door and take as long as he needs. Eddie can see that he’s grateful for it, sees him take a deep breath of relief as he crosses the threshold.

Hopper’s in the kitchen on a flying visit; he stays long enough to show Steve that there’s casserole in the freezer, claps him on the shoulder, then heads off with a muttered, ���Gotta… damn paperwork,” which Eddie suspects is either a lie, or a complete understatement. Or both.

Steve surveys the contents of the freezer, smiles at a box of Eggos, then fully laughs when he pries open a tub of ice-cream and finds a sizeable dent in it—shakes his head and says fondly, “Erica.”

Robin shepherds them both to the TV, gently but firmly insists that Steve take up one couch to himself, his leg elevated on cushions. Eddie and Robin sprawl together on the other couch, but then Robin’s scrabbling upright, crawling to a cabinet that houses VHS tapes—and there’s the collection, multiple rows of movie musicals.

“Oh, Steve, Steve, this one first, please.”

She turns back with a copy of Oliver! in her hands.

“Yeah, whatever,” Steve says—and it’s not dismissive. Eddie gets the impression that Robin could’ve said any movie in the world and Steve wouldn’t have cared, so long as he had her company.

Robin gasps in mock affront. “Um, excuse me, Shani Wallis’s performance as Nancy is not whatever.”

Steve groans, looks up at the ceiling. “Why do I feel like there’s history there?”

“Uh, Drama Club did it one year, right?” Eddie asks. He vaguely remembers being roped in to paint sets, never wanting to look at cobblestones ever again.

“Yeah,” Robin sighs dreamily. “I tried for Nancy.”

“Really? That’s cool,” Steve says. “Did you get it?”

Robin hesitates. “Nope.”

“Damn. Who did?”

“Um, can’t remember,” Robin says too quickly.

Eddie frowns in thought. “Wasn’t it…? Oh, yeah!” He clicks his fingers. “It was Tammy Thompson.”

And for some reason, this makes Steve cackle. Robin throws a pillow at him, which doesn’t land anywhere near his cast, but Steve groans like he’s received a fatal hit.

“Man down, man down!”

The movie mostly passes with stupid back-and-forths like that. Robin pauses at multiple points to enthuse about Nancy’s red dress and how gorgeous it is, in a tone of voice that means she isn’t just talking about the dress; and the way Steve responds with a soft smile somehow makes Eddie think that he, too, understands what she’s really saying, which… huh.

Steve soon creates a running joke which consists of pointing at any random extra in the movie, gasping and exclaiming, “Eddie, I didn’t know you were in this!”

“You’re not fucking funny, Harrington,” Eddie says. Any snark he might’ve once held is completely ruined by the grin that, without fail, appears on his face every damn time Steve makes the joke.

When the credits roll, Eddie gets up to put on another movie—finds Grease and makes a passing quip about Steve’s hair again. 

When he’s getting the tape out, he hears a soft movement, turns back to find Robin’s slid off her couch to sit by Steve’s, grabs onto his wrist suddenly.

Steve sighs. Smiles, a kind of sad edge to the corners. “I’m… I’m sorry, Robin.”

“Shut up,” Robin says quietly. “Not accepted ‘cause it’s not needed, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says eventually. As the opening number begins, he adds in an undertone, squeezing Robin’s hand, “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Robin whispers back.

Eddie keeps quiet, going back to his seat and giving them space. He knows it’s fine to joke again when Robin announces suddenly, “Hey, we’re leaving Eddie out!” And she blows him an air kiss with a delightfully obnoxious mwah.

Eddie mimes catching it and throwing it over his shoulder nonchalantly. Robin gasps again.

When Steve snorts, Eddie pats his jeans pocket with a comically wide-eyed look, like how did it end up in there? Blows the kiss back and winks—ostensibly to the pair of them.

But he knows that’s not entirely true.

-

As dusk approaches, Eddie waits outside with Robin for her ride home to materialise—she’d asked him to go with her, and he agreed without knowing the reason behind the request.

But now he’s starting to regret it as he sees the glow of headlights approach the driveway. He hurriedly gives Robin her tapes, then steps back reflexively into the shadows.

“Hey, Eddie?” Robin says. “You know, my parents… they didn’t see the news before they came back.”

Eddie can’t help it; he raises an eyebrow dubiously. “They’ll have seen some of it by now, Buckley.”

She shrugs. “I mean, yeah. But I also… they got, like, an edited version of… events. From me.”

“Edited,” Eddie echoes faintly.

Robin nods. “Super edited. I told them… they know the important thing.”

“What’s that?”

“That you’re innocent,” Robin says, low and serious.

Eddie takes another step back. “And I’m sure they believed you.”

“They did, actually,” Robin says, meeting his gaze head-on. “It’s not like I gave them a choice.”

“…What?”

“Well, I… might’ve said that if they accepted any of the rumours about you, then I’d walk out. Permanently.”

Eddie stares at her. “Wh—why would you—”

“You’re my friend,” Robin says emphatically.

Eddie’s spared from answering by the sound of a car horn. He flinches.

But when Robin looks over to the car, she doesn’t look worried—instead, she claps a hand to her forehead, gripping her tapes with the other.

“Shoot, I forgot—stay right there.”

She runs over to the car, opens the passenger door one-handed and dumps the tapes. Eddie squints in the glare of the headlights, makes out what must be Robin’s mom in the driver’s seat. They have the same nose.

And then Robin’s running back, a gift bag swinging from her hands. As she gets closer, he sees that the bag is adorned with Happy Birthday written in looping purple and pink font.

“Sorry, it’s—the store only had the one kinda bag, and—if you hate them, it’s fine, I just thought, for when you and your uncle get a new place…”

There’s two mugs in the gift bag, with the most awful neon polka dots. Eddie adores them.

He hugs Robin in reply, and she must get that words are hard, because she pats his back a couple of times, then just holds him.

When the car pulls away, she waves enthusiastically—and he spots when her mom mirrors her wave, just for a moment.

He stands there alone, pretends like he’s not crying on Steve Harrington’s driveway.

-

He puts the gift bag on the counter, finds Steve swallowing his night-time pills with some water. It’s just the two of them now—or at least, it is for five minutes, until they hear the front door opening.

“I’m staying over!” Dustin bellows.

Steve rolls his eyes. “You gotta stop breaking and entering, dude.”

“Not breaking and entering when I use the spare key, Steve.”

“Hey, you’re off your crutches!” Eddie says as Dustin walks into view—there’s only a little bit of hesitancy to his gait now.

“Yeah, we swapped,” Steve says. He yawns, settles back on the couch and nods at Dustin. “You know where the blankets are, right?”

Dustin nods. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Think the guest bedroom’s made up if—”

“I was just gonna sleep down here,” Dustin says—and Eddie can tell from the studiously casual way he says it, that he just doesn’t want to be too far away from Steve.

Steve nods like he’s only half-heard him, tries to hide a yawn behind the back of his hand. “Sure, knock yourself out.”

It’s not that late, so they put on another movie musical, Eddie running a finger down the titles until Steve randomly says, “Stop.”

Dustin gets full use of the second couch after Eddie’s insistence on the matter; he might be off crutches, but Eddie reasons that the kid should stretch his legs out, at least.

Besides, the floor’s comfortable enough, even more so when Eddie leans his back against Steve’s couch, feels the warmth of his body heat.

They’ve hardly started the movie, Dick Van Dyke singing about, “Someone to strive for, do or die for,” when Eddie feels Steve’s hand clumsily graze his shoulder.

He turns. “All good?” he asks, keeps his voice low—Dustin doesn’t seem to hear.

“Yeah, just feel…” Steve sniffs, rubs at his face. “Kinda… heavy.”

Eddie watches over him sympathetically, thinks of Steve admitting, “It messed with me for a while, after. There was—that winter, I had to get a tooth taken out, and I didn’t want them to use numbing, because it felt a bit like…”

“You’re okay,” Eddie says gently. “It’s just the meds.” He lifts Steve’s hand, guides him until Steve is loosely holding onto Eddie’s wrist. “See? You’re right here. Not going anywhere.”

Steve breathes in deep. Exhales. “Think ‘m… m’sleepy.”

“S’all good,” Eddie says. “I got you.”

He doesn’t notice that Dustin’s looking over at them until Steve’s head tilts into the inside of the couch, fingers slack but warm around Eddie’s wrist.

“What?” Eddie mouths.

Dustin shrugs. “Glad you’re here,” he says eventually, then returns his attention to the movie.

#the self sacrificial steve agenda #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #robin buckley #steve and robin #eddie and robin

[annymation]

"Knowing What We Know Now"

In My “Wish” Rewrite

Heya fellas, the chapter this song appears in is almoooost done, just giving the finishing touches. But funny thing is, I actually just reworded the Queen’s section of the song to fit Aster, everything else is pretty much the same, except every “He, Him, His” referring to Magnifico is now “They, Them” referring to him and Amaya.

Oh, and also Simon is here now, because how dare you Disney? You get Evan Peters to voice our sleepy boy and then deliberately makes the only teen that doesn’t sing? Shame on you.

Also Dario in my rewrite is mute, that’s why he doesn’t sing at all here… Huh, ironic.

What We Know Now

Lines in Purple- Asha

Lines in Red- Dahlia

Lines in Yellow- Safi

Lines in Blue- Hal

Lines in Orange- Gabo

Lines in Green- Simon

Lines in Pink- Bazeema

Lines in Bold Yellow- Aster

Lines in Bold White- Everyone

Dario is the one handling the instrumentals.

… We've been deceived That royal pair are not what they've claimed to be They're more vicious than I could have ever comprehended When I made a wish and Aster came down This is not what I expected or intended But now that it's happened I don't regret it

'Cause now I've seen Them show their true colors, in shades of green Saying that your wishes aren't safe because of me and That's a lie, lie, lie, lie. And now we know how we'll get the upper hand

… If it's not us then who and when? If we don't fight they know they'll win Not allowed Knowing what I know now The lengths they'll go there's no amount I won't sit back watch this play out That's my vow Knowing what I know now

… Get up, yah! No, I'm not the only one that's (yah) Fed up (yah)

… Wait 'til they hear our feet go dun, dun, dun, dun (yeah)

… I don't think they'll be prepared for what's coming

… A revolution hit the ground runnin'

… If there's one thing they can't keep down Uh-huh It's us and the strength we've found It's too loud (loud) Knowing what we know now (knowing what we know now)

… And who, who knows if we'll succeed?

But we- Won't stop and we won't retreat or turn round Round

Knowing what we know now Knowing what we know now

… Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo-ha-hoo-ha-hoo-ha Hoo-hoo-hoo … Can they tell what we're becomin'? (Hoo) Hear it in the way we're drummin' (hoo) I was sweet but now I'm something else (oho) Yah, yah, yah, yah! (Hoo-hoo) … Ain't it nice of us to drop in (hoo-ha) To take what's ours to take it back in? (hoo-ha) They think we're nothing (hoo) But we're something else! (Ha) Yah! (Hoo)

… I've seen too many bad things that I can't keep count (The sky) And land now shall unite To fight (fight) Knowing what I know now Knowing what I know now (hoo-ha-hoo)

… And they'll both see all of these stars (We are) Aligned by your own scars So profound (Ahh) Knowing what I know

… I know (hoo) … I know (ha) … We know now (hoo) … Knowing what we know now

Thank You For Reading!

#wish rewrite #disney wish #wish #wish 2023 #wish star #wish reimagined #wish disney #wish asha #wish movie #disney #kingdom of wishes #disney wish star #Spotify

[lyricalive]

We spend our whole lives waiting for the stars to align, but maybe it's already happened.  The fated alignment of me, and her, and me.

——Say, Renko.  Have you ever heard the legend of the purple mirror?

幻想惑星直列 〜 Phantasmal Syzygy

#01  The Mystery in Your Town

    – "11:59:55..."

    – "Huh?"

    – "And there it is, 12 o'clock!  Happy birthday, Merry!"

My name is Maéreverie Hearn, but I've become far more used to the nickname given to me by my club partner.  On top of nearly forgetting my own name, I'd also nearly managed to forget my own birthday.  Between odd course schedules and late-night excursions, it's a bit hard to keep track of the days.

    – "Oh, so it is."

    – "Hm...  Even though I say 'happy,' you don't look too happy about it."

My partner, Renko Usami, rests her cheek upon her fist as she sees through my forced smile.  I wave my hand dismissively at her concern.

    – "Well, it's not like I was born at exactly midnight.  No need to celebrate prematurely."

    – "What time was it, then?"

    – "How should I remember?"

    – "Do you happen to have a photo of your birth?  Maybe I can tell from the sky."

    – "I wasn't born out in the wilderness, you know!"

The special ability of Renko's unusual eyes is to tell the exact time by looking at the stars and the exact location by looking at the moon.  Studying photographs for this information is how we've gotten our leads for various occult investigations, but there are limits to its practical usage.

Even so, I treasure those eyes very much.

She goes on for a bit, pestering me to call my family overseas to ask for this trivia, which I defiantly refuse.  Any contact with them feels like a distant past that I have no wish to go back to.  I moved to this faraway country for a reason.  That reason was to learn more about my own unsettling eyes, something I always expected to do quietly and alone until Renko came along.

It's surprising to think that's it's only been three years... or three years already.

#02  Higan Retour ~ Riverside View

Three years ago.

It was shortly after our trip to the ghostly field at Rendaino, where we got our first glimpse of another world together.  On the heels of this, one of our earliest successes, Renko had insisted that we carry on the momentum full-force.

She decided to investigate a certain abandoned shrine that cropped up a lot in her stash of old photos.  Her source for these photos seemed sketchy to me at the time, though there's plenty of evidence for their validity by now.

I remember the silhouette of the shrine building, looming just a short way back over my shoulder.  Surrounded by trees and moonlit darkness, Renko pulls me along by the hand, as she always does.  Then she suddenly stops, narrowing her eyes at the moon in the sky.

    – "The area here is so strange.  We've been walking for almost an hour, but we've barely changed location."

    – "Are you sure you're not just navigationally challenged?"

    – "What are you talking about?  I'm a human GPS!"

    – "You're also a human clock, yet you were late to our meeting today."

    – "Touché."

I used to be rather harsh with my teasing, didn't I?  Nowadays, she's usually the one who teases me instead.

    – "Still, it feels odd to me too.  Hakurei Shrine…  We keep cycling back to it somehow."

    – "Hey, Merry.  Do you know about Zeno's paradox?"

    – "Zeno's paradox?  The name sounds familiar."

    – "It has to do with the infinite nature of limits... the phenomenon of getting closer to the goal, but never reaching it.  I strongly suspect that's what's happening here."

    – "Are you saying this barrier is impossible to cross?"

Renko shakes her head with the absolute confidence I've since come to expect from her.

    – "Of course not.  Not for us, anyway."

The sparkle in her eyes as she says this is as bright and vivid as a dream.

Despite her confidence, we didn't end up solving the mystery that day.  That's usually how our club adventures go.  We spent some time searching the shrine, and we took home a souvenir that we found in the ruins for further study.  Just a small hand mirror, silver-rimmed, not particularly valuable.

But for its own sake... it was fun.  Although we couldn't get close to our destination, I think it brought the two of us closer.  And with that, subtly, something important shifted in my perception.

    – "Let's keep searching together, until we find it!"

No matter who or what may be manipulating the distance, the other side must exist somewhere.  There's a part of me that wants to get there, no matter what.  And there's also a part of me that doesn't want the search to end.

It's as if Renko brings forth a new definition of "dream."

Come to think of it, it was rather soon after this excursion that I started experiencing my first strange dreams…

#03  Gensokyo, Past and Present ~ Flower Land

    – "Is there anything you want as a birthday present, Merry?"

    – "Yes, there is.  An eight-tier cake with gourmet chocolate and genuine fruit toppings."

    – "Darn.  I think our local café is fresh out…"

With a smirk, Renko turns the joke on me as expected.

    – "Hee-hee, I'm just kidding.  I don't need anything in particular."

    – "Aw, don't give me that.  There must be something."

I put my hand to my chin and think a little more deeply.  What is it that I want…?

To be honest, the certain circumstances of today have made me somehow anxious about getting through the night.  So, as mawkish as it may be, the best gift that I could receive is just the comfort of her presence.

    – "Well… I suppose it would be nice if we shared a good dream tonight."

It hardly sounds like a request worthy of a special occasion.  I can visit dreams at any time.

In fact, it's grown increasingly natural to visit this one particular world every time I close my eyes.  Overflowing fields of golden flowers… cool air stirred by a wind god's wings… the sound of younthful fairies' laughter… and bright sparks of fireworks even against the daylight sky.

Whenever I think about it, this is definitely where I want to be.  It's such an amazing place that I could almost lose myself in it.  I could almost forget to wake up.

That is, until I remember Renko waiting for me in reality.  It's awfully ironic that Renko was the one who inspired me to be so interested in my own dreams, by showing me how much fun they can be to chase.  Yet she's also the reason I fear them most—the fear of being apart from her.

Then, the ideal dream is one where she and I can explore it together.  That's what makes this request special.

Maybe it's selfish of me to want the best of both worlds.  My heart aches to imagine ever having to choose.

Of course, if it came down to it, my choice would be…

    – "Let's do that!  It would be my pleasure!"

I smile at her earnestness, and wonder why we don't take advantage of this method far more often.  It's as simple as holding her close while we sleep, placing my hands over her eyes...

As soon as we turn out the lights, the mood of the room shifts.  We lay down on our sides, and I feel the curve of her warm body against mine.  I slip my arms past her waist, bending them up toward her face, and rest the palms gently on her eyelids.

And so, as Renko and I go to sleep together that night, we share a dream.

However... in the world we see, there are no fireworks, no fields of flowers or fairies playing.

There is only, against a twilight sky, a strange woman with a parasol standing before a vaguely familiar shrine gate.

#04  Eternal Spring Dream

Three days ago.

During one of many perfectly average meetings set in the clubroom of our university, Renko and I are engaged in conversation.  Because it's only the two of us in such a wide room, the space between the walls seems cavernous, like even a whisper would echo all the way across.

    – "I've been doing more research on the dream realm."

    – "Research, meaning...?"

    – "These notes."

Of course, she means the thorough collection of notes that can be sourced back to the Secret Sealing Club of a former era.  They were originally digital files, but Renko had printed them out for the convenience, and perhaps for the aesthetic, of tactile experience.  For a modern girl, she has some surprisingly old-fashioned values.

    – "Is it that theory again?  About the dream self?"

    – "It is.  Supposedly, every person alive has a corresponding dream self."

She straightens her tie with nimble fingers and prepares to explain.

    – "The dream self is almost identical to the person it belongs to—except that it carries their deepest and most repressed wishes, which explains how unrestrained people act in their dreams."

    – "Essentially, it's a self with fewer boundaries."

I have to chime in, because she's overstepping my specialty a bit.  The psychology of the self is something I've studied a lot.  Of course, it's a study that tends to lead fruitlessly in circles.

A person's unique consciousness is born from their choices under free will.  At the same time, people have thoughts that they choose not to act upon, which remain within the subconscious.

But because those hidden thoughts and wishes do exist, there must also exist some quantum reality in which the person consciously chooses such thoughts.  So, the person who would have been born from the choices which you didn't make, but which you could have made... but which you did make, sometime and somewhere...  Calling this a different person is pure semantics, right?

Well, I suppose that the quantum entanglement of multiple possible realities is Renko's specialty, too.  So I let her continue.

    – "Something like that.  This similar yet distinct entity is the one who actually experiences the physical events in the dream realm."

    – "I'm not sure if I follow.  In the first place, I still have scars on my own body from things that happened in my dreams."

    – "Exactly.  So here's the question raised by that contradiction:  Assuming there is supposed to be a different body taking the hits for you…  Where exactly is it?  Where is your dream self?"

    – "Ah, I see...  Maybe my dream self is off playing hooky somewhere, and I'm being forced to take her place."

    – "Right.  It really would explain a lot about the way you experience dreams compared to everyone else!"

    – "Oh, but you know me.  I'm so well-behaved.  No version of me would ever be so irresponsible."

    – "Ha ha!  I'll give you credit; that was a good joke."

    – "You aren't supposed to laugh that quickly!  How rude."

Despite protesting, I giggle along with her.  Within a few minutes, though, her expression grows serious again.

    – "There's also another way of looking at it."

    – "What's that?"

    – "Think about it, Merry.  What is it that you always say?"

    – "…"

    – "'Dreams and reality are the same.'  If this is your objective truth, then..."

    – "Then, my dream self is..."

Just me...?

    – "Crazy, right?  I still think there's got to be some consistent logic to dreams.  But the way your dreams work doesn't make any sense.  If only one person in the whole world could be an exception to the rule, it's you."

Renko flips the page of printed materials, eyes wildly scanning it all over.  I don't really know what to make of all these theories right away, so all I can do is look down at the documents.

Most of the text on the pages is typewritten, as if on a word-processing application.  But there are a few lines scribbled along the side of the document in very messy handwriting, perhaps via a tablet's touch screen.  I've never focused on those lines before.

I tilt my head to try and make out the words, which Renko doesn't seem to be acknowledging as anything but random symbols.

    – "Purple... mirror."

    – "What's that, Merry?"

    – "Mm, nothing."

The words that I was casually reading didn't mean anything to me at the time.  But they lingered in my mind long enough that I decide to type them into a search engine that night.

...A terrible choice.  The search results send a chill down my spine.

Which brings me back to my terribly anxious feeling on the present day.

#05  Charming Domination ~ Who Done It?

We awaken from our dream.  With a heavy exhale, my bedfellow stretches her arms high in the air, rustling the pillows beneath us.

Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy the dream as much as I hoped I would.

    – "She was there.  A beautiful woman with blonde hair.  You saw her, right?"

I rub my cloudy eyes as I try my best to recall the image.  In the dream, we had tried to approach the woman, at Renko's insistence.  But no matter how far we walked, we never seemed to get any closer.  It was as if the stone path at our feet were a travelator conveying us in the opposite direction.

Her demeanor dark and solemn, the woman didn't seem to acknowledge us at all.  Eventually, she folded her parasol without a word and vanished into the shadows.

    – "You say beautiful, but she seemed pretty nasty to me."

    – "What do you mean, nasty?"

Most disgusting, the parts of yourself that you don't want to see.

    – "..."

I open my mouth to speak.  But the words that had come to mind are so unintelligible, I have no reason to say them.  These intrusive thoughts have been bothering me more and more lately, and I can't understand where they're coming from.

    – "There was an aura of elegance and mystery.  She was so captivating; I couldn't take my eyes off of her."

    – "All right already.  You don't have to obsess about her."

Renko laughs, a sharp and carefree laugh.

    – "Merry, don't tell me you're jealous."

    – "Huh...?"

My cheeks grow warm at the accusation.  Is that really what I'm feeling?  How silly, to be jealous of an image from a dream...  Surely, that's all she is to Renko.

The problem is that I sensed something off about her... in a much different way than anything else.  Her expression as she stood before us in that dream was difficult to read.  Lonely?  Somber?  …Menacing?  I couldn't trust her.  Or maybe that's just my excuse.  I pout stubbornly.

    – "You know, she kind of reminded me of you.  But don't worry.  It can't beat the real thing."

'Real'...  It's always such a funny word to hear.  I don't think I'll ever quite wrap my head around just how she uses it.  After all, to me, dreams and reality are the same.

That makes this scary person all the scarier.

#06  Yorimashi Between Dreams and Reality ~ Necro-Fantasia

    – "Hmph!  I'm telling you, I don't think that person and I had anything in common."

I feel the need to exaggerate this, in order to make myself feel better.

    – "Eh?  Take a look in a mirror.  I swear it was your eyes, mostly, that seemed so similar."

Never one for talk without action, she quickly begins scavenging around for a mirror.  Conveniently, there happens to be one resting in the top drawer of the bedside dresser.  I recognize the object that she withdraws.

    – "Oh.  That's the magic item we used at the bar."

Our riskiest club activity to date, we had visited a shady tavern and entertained its patrons with visions of other worlds, reflected right in this silver mirror.

    – "Well, we told them it was a magic item, but it's just an old relic we borrowed from a shrine a long time ago."

    – "Borrowing something usually means you bring it back at some point."

    – "Irrelevant.  The point is, it was only magic because of your abilities.  You can use it for everyday purposes too."

I wonder about her words as I glance into the mirror.  The picture is blurry at first, maybe because I'm still drowsy from sleep.  I try my best to focus.

Staring into the glass, I recognize the shape of my face, round cheeks thinning into a dull point.  Wavy blonde hair falls over my thick eyebrows.

And below that... Renko often compares my eyes to a kaleidoscope.  Changing with the light at different times of day, the color is always a surprise, even to me.  Bright gold, vivid red, calm blue.  I widen them for a clearer analysis, letting the light absorb into them.

Right now, the deep color I see is...

 I am you, but you are not me.

No.  Something's not right.

My fingers began to tremble in a way I can't control.  Instinctively, I draw in a sharp gasp of breath.

    – "Ah, careful!"

Renko's arms wrap around mine, her tight grip steadying the object before it drops.  I let out my held breath in a dramatic rush as I jolt my head in her direction.

She's gazing back at me.  The moment that I can see myself reflected in her own dark brown eyes instead of in the mirror, somehow, it calms me down.  I relax against her grip.

    – "…Thank you.  I don't know what got into me."

She removes the glass from my hands and places it safely back on the dresser before leaning in for a peck on my forehead.

    – "Never mind, Merry.  On second thought, it's like... the difference between a binary star and an optical double."

    – "Huh?"

    – "In celestial astronomy, two bodies may seem to overlap, even though they're actually be very far apart."

    – "By that, you mean..."

    – "You and the dream-you aren't even comparable after all."

Her analogies are roundabout, but her logic is straightforward as ever.

    – "Mm.  Well, congratulations on your good taste."

#07  Romantic Escape Flight

It's the morning after our dream, the morning of my birthday, and classes will be starting in a few hours.  There isn't a single part of me that feels motivated to do something as mundane as listen to lectures.  I linger idly in front of the closet as Renko uses my bathroom to brush her teeth.

From the rack, I choose a dress in my typical style, which is a rather atypical style for our era.  Living chronologically is overrated, isn't it?  The charming frills and lavender color are timeless, in my opinion.  I'm not thinking very deeply about it at the moment, though, as I half-heartedly pull the collar over my head.

    – "Backwards, Merry."

    – "Eh?"

    – "You're a grown adult now.  The only ones allowed to wear their clothes reversed are little kids and reflections in the mirror."

    – "Very funny."

Renko, finished with her own preparations, hovers behind me with an air of that playful tone I know her for.  I immediately pull my arms back through the sleeves and adjust my mistake.  But by the time I finish flipping my hair out of the collar and glance back at Renko, her tone has shifted.

    – "Hey, ever since last night…  No, even before then, you've been a little off.  There must be something big on your mind."

Renko is always very physically observant of her surroundings, but she picks only the strangest times to be emotionally observant as well.  In this case, she isn't wrong.  I must be making it all too obvious.

    – "Sort of.  Say, Renko…"

Have you heard the legend of—

Wait, no!  That's not what I want to say.  It's the very last thing I want to say!

    – "Huh?"

    – "Ugh, I'm sorry.  It's… something I really can't talk about."

Even as they leave my mouth, I know I've chosen the wrong words.  These words will only pique Renko's curiosity all the more.

    – "But we're partners, aren't we?  You can tell me anything!"

    – "It's not that I'm trying to keep a secret.  It's... complicated."

    – "I'm pretty smart, you know.  Maybe I can help figure it out."

I know.  The problem is she's so studious that, if I mention it, she'd certainly start researching it immediately.  Renko is someone who believes that all knowledge is good.  But I've read enough horror stories to know that the most curious one is always the first to fall.

    – "I'll tell you tomorrow, all right?  I promise.  Today, I really need to clear it from my mind."

Renko blinks a few times before her lips curve into a frown.  She beholds me with a somewhat pitying expression, clearly not understanding how I could be so negative on such a positive day.  She reaches up gently and rests one hand on my right shoulder.

    – "Merry.  Could it be... you're afraid of getting older?"

#08  Voyage 1970

Am I afraid...?  Is that part of why I've been feeling so strange?  Twenty years isn't even all that old in our modern era where such long lifespans are possible.

Besides, age is just a number.  It's always been difficult for humans to come to a consensus on when a person has fully matured.  The age of attending school, the age of drinking alcohol—all of these things change with society.  And yet, based on the development of the brain, modern psychology still might not consider me an adult.

I believe, and my partner would surely agree, that the best measure of life is by the knowledge we gain and the experiences we have.  If that's the case, shouldn't I be excited to grow up?

Well, it's not that simple.  The state of the body, the state of the mind, and the state of the world that continues to change with time all affect the opportunities to experience things.  If I'm being honest, my ideal might be to freeze time and remain on this very boundary of childhood of adulthood, where it seems like every opportunity is offered at once.

Oh.  Renko asked me a question, didn't she?

    – "Not at all~  I've decided, I'm going to be eternally seventeen."

My partner's grin returns.  She seems satisfied with my genuinely positive answer.

    – "Seventeen, huh?  Nice choice.  You'll have good physical fitness, and you'll never see a single gray hair."

    – "That's not really why...  Seventeen was freshman year.  That was my age when we met.  It was an interesting year for me."

The year of our partnership.  The year of our first club activity.  The year of my first strange dream.  My life changed so much.  It began to feel like the life I want.

    – "Then, let's keep living it!"

At her words, I feel a mischievous smile cross my lips, boosting my spirits.  Though I didn't know it before, I realize that this is exactly what I hoped to hear from her.

I want to keep living it right now.

    – "…Hey, Renko.  Are you up for playing hooky today?"

[Intermission]  Last Occultism ~ Esotericist of the Present World

You there.  The one who is so interested in urban legends.

...Hm?  There's no need for that frightened face.  The incident has been long resolved, so I'm not angry with you anymore.

In fact, in exchange for all the fascinating tales you brought to us, I simply wanted to offer you one to take back home in return.

Have you heard the legend of the purple mirror?

Here is a small warning in advance:  Those under a certain age, you might want to cover your ears now.

Oh, my, did that make you all the more intrigued?

This story is about a sickly girl, who spent most of her life being treated for her strange illness.

When she was young, her parents gave her a gift—a beautiful antique hand-mirror that had been passed down for generations.  She always carried it with her, and treasured it dearly.  When she looked in the mirror, despite the unpleasant effects of her ailments on her body, she was able to see herself as beautiful.

However, one morning, just short of her 20th birthday, she found that the metallic rim around the glass had been painted purple.  She had no recollection of making this change herself.  But those around her had witnessed her in the act, eyes focused, paintbrush in hand.  They had even heard her give a very clear reason in her own words—simply, "I love the color purple!"

Having no recollection of the trancelike state in which she had done this, the girl was frightened.  Her illness began to worsen, and her mental state began to deteriorate.  From then on, when she looked in the mirror, she no longer saw herself as beautiful.

What did she see instead?  That much is unclear, but it can only be assumed that it was something far more terrifying.  In her impulsive fear, she threw the mirror to the ground and smashed it to pieces.  No longer was she able to see anything at all.

The day before what would have been her coming-of-age ceremony, she locked herself in her room, repeating the words, "Purple mirror.  Purple mirror.  Purple mirror"—over and over again.  Ah, how her loved ones blustered with concern!  But alas, there was no longer anything they could do to help.

These were the last words ever heard from the sickly girl.  She passed away in her sleep before she could ever see her 20th year.

Through the intense feelings of this young woman, these words now carry a strong curse.  Just by hearing them, dear listener, I'm afraid you are also in danger.  It is said that, if one still remembers this story by the time of their 20th birthday, they shall suffer the same premature fate.

The moral of the story is…  Oh.

Why, how embarrassing.  I seem to have completely forgotten my own point.

I'll leave it to you.  What do you think is the lesson here?

#09  Eternal Shrine Maiden

    – "Hakurei Shrine.  It seems like fate keeps leading us back here."

We're lucky to have caught a train that got us all the way up to the mountain within the hour.  We had a small bit of hiking to do, just like last time.  I end up less winded, so I must have gotten a bit more in shape over these few years of excursions.

Still, no amount of stamina could clear this endless path.  This is as close as we're likely to get.

    – "I remember this like it was just yesterday, and the mysterious way that the scenery kept looping."

The shrine grounds are overgrown and abandoned.  But there is a sort of lively spirit that shines through it.  Even if that liveliness is not the truth of this world, my eyes must be seeing the truth somewhere...

The iconic gate, more rust-colored than red, and asymmetrically inclined with age, welcomes us into the only landmark of an area on the otherwise unbounded premises.

    – "We know, from last time, that the area out further than this is protected by some sort of illusion."

    – "Mm..."

    – "But maybe there's an alternate way through?  A clue we didn't find yet inside the shrine building.  A key, or a back door..."

It's a fine idea.  But there is something else on my mind to do first.  Something I want to return, rather than something I want to take.

My eyes gravitate toward the central altar of the shrine.  On the altar, above the cracked remains of an empty donation box, there is an empty space.  A small metal stand, resting upon on a jutting wooden shelf.

    – "The stand is still here, just as we last saw it."

    – "Ah!  This is where we found that useful souvenir last time."

Renko approaches the altar, and instinctively assumes the position to make a prayer.

I follow after her, wondering whether I ought to have a specific prayer in mind.  Or is it all right if it's just a ceremonious gesture?

I clap my hands together twice, and close my eyes.

#10  Swim in a Sakura-Colored Sea

After making the prayer, I take a moment to look around.

Framed parallel around the altar are two large moss-covered statues, whose forms are difficult to make out.  But I'm rather sure that they're supposed to be Chinese lion dogs, guardians of the sacred building.

    – "Take a look at these statues, Merry.  They're kind of cute."

    – "I agree.  The moss looks a bit like shaggy green fur."

From her bulky dark-colored backpack, which she brings along on every excursion, Renko takes out a camera phone.  She then stretches her arm forward, so that the front screen faces the both of us while capturing the scene of the shrine altar in the background.

    – "Merry, look this way.  Say ah~un!"

    – "Ah~..."

    – "Un!"

Once she's snapped the photo, I rest my chin on her shoulder to look at the image on the screen.  Renko and I appear comfortably in the center, and the two statues appear on either side of the frame.

Traditionally, these guardians are supposed to be facing perfectly forward, on vigilant alert.  But amidst the dilapidation of the shrine, the ground beneath the statues' bases has shifted so that they are slightly skewed.

    – "How funny.  They're turned in opposite directions."

Komainu are a symbol of duality.  Rather than being two separate creatures, these dogs are actually two halves of the same divine beast.

What an interesting perspective that sort of existence must offer.  You might think that a single being can't look both ways at once, and yet...

I'm reminded of the task I wanted to do.  From my own knapsack, I retrieve the old silver-rimmed souvenir that used to be stowed in our bedside dresser drawer.

#11  Ore From the Age of the Gods

    – "Renko.  I think we should—"

Before I can speak, our attention is distracted.

Seemingly cast from behind, an odd shadow crosses our line of sight, streaking quickly over the mossy stone path.

    – "Huh?  What's that?"

By the time we turn around, whatever had cast the shadow is gone.

My brow furrows with a bit of concern, as I brush a lock of hair nervously behind my ear and inch closer to Renko's side.

    – "I'm not sure...  Such a vague shadow could be just about anything."

    – "So it was vague to you too.  I thought maybe you saw it differently."

    – "I'm afraid not."

    – "Well.  If Merry's eyes didn't see it, we can probably conclude it's nothing important."

    – "...Hm-hm."

I graciously accept the unbounded faith that Renko has in me.  It makes me feel at ease.

    – "It's frustrating to be teased, though.  The shape of a shadow is always only one half of the picture."

    – "Mm..."

My partner brings her hand to her chin, the gears in her mind turning as always.

    – "Hey, Merry.  Do you know about Plato's cave?"

    – "Plato's cave.  Yes, I'm familiar with that one."

    – "When people are stuck in a cave, instead of seeing what's happening outside, all they can see are shadows on the wall."

    – "And they have no choice but to assume that to be their reality."

    – "You know, I've always wondered.  In that allegory, what exactly is keeping them from just leaving the cave?"

I smile at Renko's simplistic sense of determination.  If all of humanity shared this enlightened straightforward attitude, philosophy would come to an end as quickly as physics has.

    – "If they aren't physically imprisoned, it must just be their own minds trapping them there.  I suppose that's the whole point."

    – "In other legends, the goddess Amaterasu was said to be stuck in a cave for a long time.  Do you remember what it was that lured her out?"

    – "Let me think.  She came outside because she thought she saw a brand-new god waiting outside to meet her.  Though it was actually just... a mirror."

Renko closes her eyes thoughtfully for a moment, then breaks into an amused smile.

    – "What an interesting lesson.  Sometimes, the way to the truth is through an illusion."

I glance down at the mirror in my hands.  It's such a timeless symbol.  We used this mirror to see images of the dream world... which makes sense, because a mirror itself is a boundary.

In ancient times, the very first human who saw themselves in a mirror reflection of water must have been very shocked.  The shock of seeing the other side of reality, that fear of boundaries, created something that echoed through time.

And the truth that you acknowledge echoes back.

...Something's wrong.

Once again, something is in my thoughts.

Something that I'm not quite sure is me.

#12  Ultimate Truth

I gaze into the glass of the mirror.

I'm uncomfortable looking at it, but at the same time, it feels like I need to.

Perhaps you should look closer.

Violet eyes stare back at me.  The image looks more dissimilar to me than it does similar.

Where are these thoughts coming from?  For the moment, it's the only voice I can hear.

Perhaps you should look away.

The thought immediately contradicts itself.  I don't understand...

My body is stiffly frozen in place, as I don't know which thoughts to follow.

This world exists for you to chase.

This mirror, we determined, was not a magic item.

So I don't believe the mirror is talking to me...

It must be because there is a strong spiritual sense in the air around this shrine, that my own perception is drastically acting up.

It also exists because you chase it.

This is a paradox.  A sort of riddle.

In a daze, entirely spacing out from my surroundings, I seem to have nothing better to do than to ponder this riddle.

    – "...?"

I'm reminded of something I once learned... about a certain definition of "dream."

Something that you want to reach—but it can only be called a "dream" because you haven't reached it.

The answer to the paradox might be a dream, or an illusion.  Like the dreamlike scenes that have appeared in this glass before.

Yet, I cannot allow you to chase too freely.

If contaminants get mixed in, they've got to be eliminated.

Without averting my eyes from the mirror, I mumble under my breath another paradox that I've heard recently.

    – "I am you, but you are not me...  ...!!"

With a sharp pang, I feel a pressure in my head, and a tightening in my chest.

I can't be sure if something external is affecting me, or if the charged atmosphere is compounding my own anxieties.  About this mirror.  About this day.  About myself.

    – "Merry!?  What's the matter?"

Renko's voice pierces through to my ears—

—as she draws her face close enough to mine to see herself in the mirror, too, to see what I'm seeing.

The thick strands of her brown hair, tied loosely in a red ribbon, are dangling next to my cheek.

Her eyes, those eyes that I so treasure, are open wide and round.

Catching small rays of the sun, which is just now beginning to set, I can see specks on light like stars glittering inside of them...

My star.  Like a binary star, bound by gravity.

    – "...Renko."

I watch the mouth of my reflection form the syllables of her name.

Even though the mirror image is backwards... it's showing me the truth.

Somehow, I can recognize my own face looking back at me more clearly when it's by her side.

Of course, this face is Merry Hearn, the dream-chasing member of the Secret Sealing Club.

This is just one tiny corner of reality.  But I you will do everything in my your power to defend it.

...

I calmly lower the mirror, and turn decisively to my partner.

    – "Renko...  I'm fine.  I was just thinking about how we need to return this mirror we borrowed."

    – "Oh?"

    – "There are other treasures out there.  Let's return it now."

After a moment to process my words, Renko sighs with a chuckle.

    – "I see...  I figured that's part of why you wanted to come.  I guess you are a well-behaved young lady after all."

#13  A Dream Transcending Space-Time

    – "11:59, and... 12 o'clock!"

    – "Ah...  It's finally over."

    – "And a very merry un-birthday to you."

The sky hangs dark with midnight.  The moon is at apogee, its farthest point—or so says my astronomy-loving partner.  It's hard to believe, but we had spent all day at this shrine.

Now we lay flat on our backs, in the patchy, withered grass on its abandoned outskirts.

    – "It was an unexpectedly pleasant day, thanks to you."

    – "Even if the professor's going to be upset when we get back, it was worth it."

    – "I think she'll understand.  If only the school would allow it, she'd be all for the idea of field trips."

Renko rolls over on her side, resting her cheek on one hand.

    – "So, Merry, you were going to tell me something once the day passed."

    – "Oh?  Was I?"

I glance at her, my chin tilted with a hint of confusion.

    – "You were!  I've been waiting so patiently.  Don't try to hide it now."

    – "Sorry, Renko.  I honestly don't know what you mean.  I can't think of anything I wanted to say!"

Maybe I had left the thought behind, along with other things, at the altar of the shrine.  If they happen to be important, maybe I'll have the experience of learning them all over again.

    – "Well, you'd better spill it as soon as you remember.  More to the point, though, how are you feeling?"

    – "Mm.  I feel refreshed...  Lighter somehow."

    – "That makes sense.  You did say that you aged down to seventeen.  That must be a nice feeling."

    – "Hee-hee."

It's time to return home.  I brush the dust off my clothes as I rise to my feet.  And I take one last peek over my shoulder.

The old mirror is carefully placed back on the sacred shelf, where we first found it, and it radiates a glossy shine under the dim starlight.

Renko joins me in this farewell gaze... but before we turn our backs to it completely, she does a quick double-take.

    – "…Wait, huh?  Was the rim like that before?"

    – "Hm?"

    – "Did you paint that yourself?"

I squint my eyes at the object from a distance, admiring the detail I see.

    – "Oh.  I don't quite remember that either."

    – "How strange..."

    – "But that's all right.  I love the color purple!"

Afterwords

With a clear barrier, we must keep dream and reality separate.  Wasn't that your her  idea, after all?

Our relationship will be… as humans and youkai have always been.  A duel, a mirror existence.

Finally, I get to express my most anticlimactic but satisfying wish:  for the Hifuu Club's everyday lives to never end.

I can't bring myself to process Merry and Yukari as the same chronological person—to imagine Merry actually turning into Yukari.  But I obviously want a satisfying explanation about their relationship.  That is...

Yukari is Merry's "dream self"—by definition, though not in practice.  A dream self, representing one's deepest and repressed wishes, including the desire to cross into fantasy.  Ironically, Renko awakened this desire as much as tearing her from it.  And Renko was the one, in "Changeability of Strange Dream," who suggested the need to keep dream and reality separate.  The same ideal that shapes the formation of Gensokyo.

There are many ambiguous details left to interpret about how and when things may have happened for these two entities to coexist.  Regardless, the important thing to me is that "Merry" will always be her own chronological character.  The character of Merry, defined through the concept of her togetherness with Renko, stays consistent when you focus on that reality.  The character of Yukari, defined by the concept of "Gensokyo," does the same.  One does not replace the other.  In parallel alignment, in syzygy.

This relationship is specifically not a "one-way street."  The road goes both ways, and the two sides have crucial roles to uphold.  In the same way that spell card duels in Gensokyo are intentioned to maintain an ongoing balance, rather than a war that decisively must be won, I think the struggle between Merry and Yukari is not meant to be settled.  This is a tone that makes sense for the open-ended presentation of the series, but also in-universe.  If the Hifuu Club remains constantly on the border of discovery, they will thrive on their curiosity while successfully preserving the mystique of fantasy.

The story adapted here in the interlude is an actual existing urban legend with many variations, all known as "The Purple Mirror."  As soon as I found out this existed, I was personally flabbergasted and offended that I had not seen it used in Yukaribel context just for the name alone!  Incidentally, the style of the legend's telling was trying a bit to evoke the narrative tone of Lafcadio Hearn's "Stories and Studies of Strange Things."

Thank you very much for reading!

Hifuu CD-style stories:

»  [Tumblr]  [AO3]  自封夢幻 〜 Sentimental Reverie

»  [Tumblr]  [AO3]  陶然夢幻 〜 Transcendental Revelry

»  [Tumblr]  [AO3]  羨望横断 〜 Unenviable Crossroads

»  [Tumblr]  [AO3]  外来土産 〜 Adventive Reminiscence

»  [Tumblr]  [AO3] 中古技術 〜 Electric Spirit Seance

»  [Tumblr]  [AO3]  幻想惑星直列 〜 Phantasmal Syzygy

#touhou #renko usami #maribel hearn #renmerry #yukari yakumo #yukaribel #fanfiction #sjsfgsd i have a lot to catch up on posting... but... #this is a fic i wanted to post today! #on lafcadio hearn's birthday #i hope you'll accept my extremely uneventful yet intensely thematic 'good end' yukaribel fan theory

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Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #03

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More Trigun annotations! I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being so so gay about the characters. of course)

As always, here are the non-analysis panels of my dear babygirl (+ memes)...

And the rest is under the cut. i am living in ur brain now <3

[link for if the images aren’t in horizontal rows]

Starting off with the chapter cover of our handsome boy, this is the first time we see him with his glasses! I've seen someone on Twitter make a guide on Vash's different glasses designs over the manga (sadly it either cost money or was only distributed at a con and I don't have it...), so I'll try to pay attention to that during this readthrough.

As I've mentioned in the previous chapter, his antennae used to stand straight up, but they're bent now! They pop back up once in a while but from here on, the default is bent.

I love how gently he sets the girl down, and also the way everyone waits in awkward silence (and confusion) for Vash to move the rubble.

I think this part works excellently as-is, but notes on the nuances of what Nebraska originally said (this was ridiculously hard and the translation is very rough):

①「絶対どこかで不都合を並べた奴を消して来てるのさ」 ②「なぜなら」 ③「現におまえは消される側にまわってねえ……！！」 ↓ ① There has to have been a time when you "eliminated" ("erased"/killed) someone that got in your way (/someone unfortunate enough to [be there]...etc). ② Because... ③ In reality, you haven't taken on the role ("side") of being eliminated...!!

This part's very hard... He's talking about something similar to offense/defense. In this case, it's that because Vash has been avoiding conflict/being in direct danger entirely, Nebraska is saying that Vash must have killed, directly or indirectly, someone who got in the way of Vash's fleeing. I think.

I'm not sure why, but the way this was phrased stuck out to me.

Also, Gofsef's fist had an extra knuckle for one panel.

A translation error - it should be something like "He shot every bullet into the same precise spot... And shifted its trajectory!?"

Vash says "JACKPOT!" in English here, in the Japanese version. also hes soooo handsomeeeeee look at him omgggg kicking my legs back n forth blushing giggling i need to be tranquilized.

Nebraska's straight-up being crushed into pieces here. goddamn.

Not sure if it was removed in one of the reprints or in Overhaul's cleanup process, but in my Japanese copy, there was a "thump" onomatopoea of the guy backing into a wall.

Milly and Meryl are the best comedy duo in the world... They're perfect... The tiny speech bubble actually says something like "They're goofing all over the place..." The word ボケ (boke) is the funny man in a manzai comedy duo (as opposed to the straight man), and/or the jokes that the person in that role makes.

YIPPEE!! (In Japanese, it's one continuous exclamation ↑ like so. Also, there are tiny music notes around the handwritten text in the wahoo speech bubble.)

Vash runs out of breath after celebrating (cleaned up in Overhaul). God he's so silly...

A small error - I would phrase Meryl's line as "[Now, now,] Don't get too ahead of yourself."

I love how in Japanese, Meryl calls Vash "a very dangerous person with chronic troublemaker disease (慢性トラブル症)." I'm saying this from now on.

She also sarcastically says that she's grateful of the stars' alignment that they were able to meet, while gorilla gripping Vash's hand.

Also, I never noticed how fucked up Nebraska's body was!? Maybe the memories just got rewritten by Stampede. but goddamn. gun for legs...giant mechanical hands...

Vash making a Kirby Ꙩ.Ꙩ face my beloved. just a little guy!! with some badass girls!!! The last line is 「…はい？」 which is like what??/huh??/alright?? etc. はい is a very versatile word ☝ lol

That's it for Chapter #03! As always, the Japanese annotations will be in the reblogs. I'll remember to write the post about Meryl's speech patterns sometime soon.

#getting faster at making these posts 👀 #trigunbookclub #trigun annotation #trigun #trigun manga

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Star River Descending

----- Star River Descending || Rez Zotto [NIJISANJI EN] Birthday Fiction

Summary : In the dark outer space, there is a spill of stars that forms a flowing river in the sky. This silvery stream of stars will look more radiant and beautiful on the alien prince's birthday. But this year was different, for among this stream of countless shining stars, two stars could finally align.

WC : 2620 Words.

Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes), alien! reader, aide! reader, hints of lore, MLQC references, WMMAP references, etc.

Featured Characters : ILUNA members.

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : I keep questioning myself, can I write my birthday fictions on time? This is the fastest I can post. Anyway, happy birthday Ren! Please eat some cakes!

Other Platforms : [MEDIUM] [TWITTER]

     "I heard there’s a new student in Kyo's and Mari's class." The Celestial One started the topic of gossip as soon as he entered Ren and Scarle's class with Aia.

     As soon as the lunch break bell rang, the Moon Gang always gathered at the one place they agreed upon beforehand. That day, everyone agreed to gather in Ren and Scarle's class. Aster immediately turned around a chair and sat himself facing Ren while Aia stood beside him.

     "Really?" Aia seemed to think, trying to remember where she heard that rumor before. “Hold on. Are they the alien-kind walking with the principal this morning?”

     "Yeah, they’re the one. We saw them passing by our class with the principal today, right?” Aster confirmed Aia's statement.

     Scarla who had just finished talking with her classmates also joined in the conversation. “Ah, yes. I heard about them too,” she chuckled.

     As Aster, Aia, and Scarle discussed the new student, confusion was painted on Ren's face. He sat in front of Aster in silence, trying to work his brain. “What? New student? How come I'm just hearing this now?? And they’re an alien?" Ren asked in confusion.

     "You don't know, Ren?" Aster was also confused. "I thought you'd know, since they’re an alien."

     "No, this is a news to me."

     “Ren might know them,” Scarle leaned against the frame of the window. "But for now, he might had no idea about who they are. I'll ask Kyo to bring them to us.” The enchantress distanced herself a bit from the others. She couldn't take the risk if her magic to hit her friends. She raised her staff and practiced magic to send a telepathic message to Kyo.

     From the very beginning, Ren had indeed felt something strange. He had a hunch, but he still doubted it. There's no way an ordinary alien could do space-traveling. If so, what was their purpose? Were they targeting Ren? If they were indeed targeting Ren, where did this alien get information about Ren's whereabouts. Ren himself told very few people about his departure when he left his home planet.

     However, something suddenly clicked inside of him, taking him by surprise. “Don’t tell me…” he mumbled. Not wanting to think about it, Ren faced the Celestial One. “Aster, you seriously can't identify her life essence? You're literally the one and only celestial being here."

     "Nope, I can't. I'm sorry." Aster rejected the frustrated Ren without hesitation. “This alien really has the ability to disguise their life essence.”

     Ren fell silent. Aster's statement made his doubts begin to fade. Now he was more and more sure about who this alien student is. “Disguise their life essence, huh?”

     “What, you have any idea who this person is?” Aster asked the alien prince.

     Meanwhile, Ren was just massaging his temples because of the sudden migraine he felt from too much thinking. "Just tell Kyo and Mari to bring them here first."

     “My liege…”

     Shortly after you said it, one of the friends you know from your class today, namely Kyo, suddenly bursted out laughing—again. You could see Kyo already hugging his aching stomach from laughing too much. Hearing that uncontrollable laugh, Ren glared at Kyo.

     As soon as you arrived at the doorway of Ren and Scarle's class, you immediately froze. Your heart beat so fast, seeing the figure you've been longing for. Of course, the whole sentence suddenly trapped in your throat. The only thing you could say was the honorific you used to address him.

     “Just Ren will do here, [Y/N],” the alien prince sighed. “We’re not on our home planet. In this institute, I'm just one among many students. I'm not a prince here, and you're not my aide either."

     Those words certainly surprised you. You never once dreamed of calling him by his own name. “H-huh? Celestial Ones forbid!” You waved your hands in front of you, shook your head in denial.

     "Who says?"

     “Wha—?!” You turned to the bicolor-eyed man only to felt he was pressuring you with an extremely heavy aura. The man named Aster resonated his celestial power to you. It felt like a mountain crushing on you. Your body shook violently and your breathed heavily. You could only freeze in fear.

     “Aster, quit it. You scared them.” With a serious tone, Ren asked Aster to release his celestial power resonance from you.

     Aster could only laughed lightly, "Haha, my bad."

     You immediately crumpled the light-colored uniform you were wearing and took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air. If you were not trained enough for that sort of thing, you've already fallen to the floor. Luckily, your legs were still strong enough to support your body. Moreover, Maria was also by your side and hugged your hand as Aster was pressuring his power on you. The sweet living doll asked if you were okay, making sure you weren’t hurt.

     “But Ren is right,” Aster continued, a sweet smile touching his lips. Seeing his smile, you suddenly forgot about that terrifying celestial being that just had you rooted to the spot. "We're equal here. Just be at ease and casual with each other.”

     "Come on, [Y/N], try it." Kyo pushed you lightly. "Or I'll laugh every time I heard you addressing him with as 'my liege.'"

     You were silent for a moment, hesitant to address Ren without his honorific. But when your eyes made contact with his blue ones, you found him nodding at you and smiling, reassuring you that he has allowed it and that you may call him by his name. “R-Ren…” And you ended up stuttering.

     Ren smiled proudly at you again. He nodded, satisfied with the way you addressed him. "Yeah, [Y/N]?" Ren answered, slightly teasing you.

     You shook your head a little too quickly. “That feels so wrong,” you honestly murmured.

     "You have to get used to it."

     "I understand."

     For some times, you spent your lunch break with the others in that third year’s classroom. You met and chatted with others, with the people who have accompanied Ren on this foreign planet for a quite long time.

     Since you've become acquainted with Kyo and Maria, those two have been the ones to introduce you to the others. Scarle was giving you a big sister vibe while Aia was so fun to hang out with. Meanwhile, realizing the effect of what he did earlier, Aster approached you slowly so you wouldn't be scared of him and make you uncomfortable. What he did earlier really scared you. No one in outer space dared to oppose a being with celestial powers like Aster.

     "So you're Ren's aide?" Aia asked, bringing a new topic for the group.

     And you could only nod. “Yes, I am.”

     "Wow, I can't believe an idiot like him has such an important person by his side."

     “Bro, that's the reason why I laughed when they called him, 'my liege.'” Kyo pulled a chair to sit next to Aia.

     You laughed lightly, "That's because he's the important one here."

     Ren, who had been watching from behind, approached the circle of conversation. He stood behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, making you look up at him. "Now the real question. What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Ren interrogated you a bit. “I assume there is something urgent if you come all the way here. Did something happen after I left?”

     Seeing Ren's worried face, you immediately felt guilty for coming suddenly and not explaining the reason for your visit. “Ah, no. It's important, yes, but it's not urgent, so don't worry," you explained.

     "So...everything is fine?"

     You nodded.

     Ren sighed in relief, "Thank goodness."

     "What if they just missed you, Ren?" Scarle suddenly blurted out an unexpected question, making you and Ren choke on you guys’ own saliva. Heat started to creep to your cheeks, blushing. “You're so insensitive,” the 3rd year girl laughed.

     Ren made your blushes worse by asking, “Oh, were you?”

     You didn’t know how to react. You were flustered. You turned your gaze to Scarle and shot her a glare.

     You swallowed your saliva, daring yourself to voice a request to Ren. "Can we talk about this in a more private place, just the two of us?"

     Ignoring the cheers on the background, Ren smiled and replied, "Sure."

     The sound of birds chirping sounded melodious along with the sounds of tree leaves against each other, giving you comfort. You and Ren took a walk in Institute of the Mystic’s garden. In your hands, you carried a paper bag that you have brought with you. Previously, you asked Ren to let you go back to your class first to pick something up on the way to the garden.

     Because it was quite a hot day, you and Ren decided to stop at a gazebo in the garden to take shelter from the scorching sunlight. Ren leaned against the fence of the gazebo. "Now, we're alone."

     You stood in front of him, both hands still holding the paper bag.

     “What are you doing here all of a sudden? Did you really miss me like what Scarle said?” he asked, lowkey interrogating you.

     “O-one of the reasons is that, yes,” you stuttered, shades of pinks reappearing.

     But apparently, Ren was much more surprised than you. “Oh,” he shortly responded.

     You didn't expect to get a short response like that. You looked up to see him. "What's wrong?" you asked innocently.

     “N-nothing…” Now, it was his turn to blush. He raised his hand to cover half of his face. "And the other reasons?" he asked, still hiding his blush.

     You didn't buy it and took a step closer to him. "My liege, are you sure you're okay? Your face is red.”

     "I told you, it's nothing." Ren slightly raised his voice. "Moreover, why are you answering my question with another question?"

     "Ah, I'm sorry." Not wanting to angering him more, you stepped back. "I deeply apologize, Prince."

     "It's fine," Ren sighed, managing to regain his composure. "And stop calling me with my honorifics, will you?"

     Realizing your mistake, you nodded. "Alright Ren."

     "That's more like it. Now, back to the question again, why are you here?”

     Before you answered, you were silent for a moment. "It's... almost your birthday, so the Star River must be so much more beautiful than usual," you answered his question with the truth. You lifted your gaze to his eyes and confirmed, "That's the real reason why I'm here."

     Ren fell silent for a moment. Surprised, confused, touched, and many other feelings mixed together. "What...?”

     “I scoped a bit of the stars streams and put it in a clear jar. I intended to gift this to you.” You lifted the paper bag you had been carrying and handed it to him. “I think it would be a shame if you missed this year’s Star River scene. I don't want our annual ritual of watching the Star River on your birthday to suddenly be cut off.”

     The alien boy was speechless. You, taking some streams of stars from the Star River and put in a jar, just so he can witness it this year too? You're crazy, was what Ren thought. However, he still accepted the paper bag that you previously handed him.

     Ren opened the paper bag and took out its contents. He held up a jar filled with twinkling silver stars. Despite the fact that there weren't many of them and the light of day still illumined the world, the radiance in the jar gave off a light so bright that Ren had to slightly squint his eyes.

     The jar filled with stars streams was like a mini version of the real treacherous river spilling on the dark outer space. Ren was stunned as if he fell in love for the first time again, no matter how many times he saw it … Just like when he was with you.

     “Wow…” was the only word he could utter, blue eyes still on the shining stars inside the jar.

     Without realizing it, tears started welling up and falling down his cheeks. You were surprised. “Ren!” You took a step to him, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt by the sudden burning or electrocution of the stars inside the jar.

     How long had he been away from his home planet that he had almost forgotten the beautiful scenery of the Star River, a view that no other planet or galaxy had. Longing suddenly washed over his heart and mind, making him cry without he realizing it.

     “Ah, I'm sorry…” Ren mumbled, hastily wiped his tears. "I-I bet this will look prettier in the dark." Ren who tried to divert the topic failed because he couldn't stop his cries. "Hells, why am I like this?"

     You who then understood his feelings smiled softly. The figure of the so-called deadly, cold-hearted Alien Prince who is feared by many entities on the vast never-ending space was now crying in front of you, lowering his guard recklessly.

     “Oh, Ren…” you cooed, taking a step forward to him. You helped him wipe the tears as you could only smile, hearing him sob. “It's been a while since the last time I saw my beloved prince cry. This humble aide of yours forget. Was it when you were a child and fell into the Mist Pools on the Western Star?”

     “Shut up,” he cracked, trying to stop you from snitching on him.

     That was another story. Something suddenly caught your attention when you wiped Ren's tears. “So pretty…” you mumbled to yourself, but Ren could still hear you. You stared deep into his teary diamond orbs. You gently stroked his cheeks, while Ren cupped one of your hands. "I can see the Star River reflected in your eyes when you're crying."

     “Now I know the reason why you were born when Star River was at its brightest,” you continued. "You and river resonate with each other."

     “[Y/N], next year…” Ren's grip on your hand suddenly tightened, but it didn't hurt you, instead it felt comforting. "Next year, let's watch the Star River again together, just the two of us, on my birthday. I won't miss it again.”

     You nodded and smiled softly at him. "Of course, we will definitely do that. But for now, I want to enjoy your birthday here with you, Ren, with the people you met on this very earth.”

     Ren pulled you into his arms. “Thank you … Thank you so much,” he whispered to your ear shakily. "You gave me the most beautiful gift I could ever ask."

     In his arms, you muttered, "I should be the one who thank you, my liege," you once again called him with his honorific. “Thank you for being as you are. Happy birthday.”

     The lights of the stars in the jar you gave Ren radiate so far it could be seen from Ren's and Scarle's class where the others were still there. Unbeknownst to the two aliens, Aster leaned against and gazed out the window, watching them seriously.

     He witnessed everything, from the first time you and Ren stepped your foot into the institute’s garden to the moment Ren pulled you into his arms. “Interesting. Ren can cry too apparently," he chuckled.

     “Aster…?” Scarle asked, noticing Aster's gaze out the window. "What's wrong?"

     As a celestial being who had lived for a million of years, he had witnessed countless stars collide. Some must collide and even destroy each other. However, there are some who manage to align perfectly and unite.

     Aster smirked, but his gaze was very gentle. “Nothing,” he answered Scarle's question. “And the stars do align. Finally.” -----[FIN].

Star River Descending Fiction by Author Xandra March, 2023

#xandraspalace_arc #xandraspalace #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #ren zotto #ren zotto x reader #iluna #iluna x reader

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Mastermind (A Songfic | BBC Sherlock x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 1,797 words

Pairing: BBC Sherlock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Truly a mastermind, Sherlock outsmarts himself and you; at least he thinks so. How will he ask you out, though?

Warning: first fic on tumblr (aka crappy writing/formatting), if you squint really hard with the hubble telescope—the tiniest bit of stalking, just basically fluff though

Gunshots rang through the room as the yellow smiley face on the wall was punctured in its left cheek once again. Sherlock was bored out of his mind. His mind was like a television—flashing with hundreds of different channels at the same time. Yet, none of them interested him. 

He could hear John’s habitual limp, along with the slight thump of his walking cane, but another pair of shoes—heels, he noted—were hitting the floor as well. Giggling and oh-so-obviously chippy, you emerged first into his flat, John at your heels. Sherlock kept his head low, still running his fingers over his gun. You were probably John’s new date—whatever, nothing new.

The giggles stopped, and Sherlock felt something disappear from his mind—a small hollow hole was left. 

He looked up. What Sherlock saw was nothing short of magnificent. The girl—or woman, should he say—John brought today was definitely not a supermodel, but there was this strange charm around you that brought him to stand up. Except he only did that—stood up and froze like an idiot. 

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

“Erm, Sherlock, I’d like to-” John pointedly said after a few seconds. 

“Oh, John, let me introduce myself—I am very capable of that.” You laughed a little, and Sherlock felt that missing something come back into his mind, full of warmth. He only watched as you approached him confidently.

You stuck your hand out, and Sherlock grasped it—a bit too earnestly, he realized. 

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

The first thing he deduced: you were not dating John. John had a habit of rubbing his thumb over the back of his girlfriend’s hand. However, to his confused delight, Sherlock could feel the residue of hand cream—obviously applied to avoid the November weather in London affecting your soft skin—on the back of your hand. 

The second thing he noticed? Your hand felt so—what’s the word?—nice in his hand. His mind went a million miles per hour after that realization: you were working an office job that was obviously not satisfying your intellectual desires, your boss was an absolute cock, and you seemed to enjoy Sherlock’s presence. 

That last one caught him off guard.

“Y/N, John’s friend from uni. Nice to meet you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” 

He let go of your hand, still dazed by his last piece of deduction. The moment you let go, he knew he couldn’t wait to feel it again. He wondered why.

“Y/N?” He tested out your name—he liked how it felt on his lips. “Call me Sherlock, please.” 

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

They did that several times, with a success rate of approximately 73% of seeing you—oh, the conversations you two had were magical and almost dreamy for Sherlock. You offered great insight into frustrating cases, and you had a collection of random facts that he could listen to for hours. You came over to his flat sometimes, giving excuses about something you read in the news about Sherlock or something, just to stay for hours talking with him. One time you two talked about the history of dish soap and how it affects what parts of their hands people dry with a towel after doing the dishes—leading him to a victorious solution to a serial killer case a few minutes afterward.

And of course, on this random Tuesday, Sherlock and John were at your favorite cafe again, strategically near your lunch break. 

“Oh hey, Sherlock—and John.” You hastily added John, as if your eyes had simply glazed over poor John. “Didn’t expect to see you two here again, huh. I mean-” You approached them with your signature grin. John stood up to get another chair for you, cheerfully muttering about bloody coincidences. 

What if I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?

A smug smile crept up on Sherlock, only to quickly drop when he saw the coffee stain on your blouse. 

“Who did that?” He quietly interrupted. His eyes were transfixed upon that small stain.

“What?” Your eyes dropped down to the stain he was staring at. “Oh, that was my boss, but it was a mistake.” You said hastily, as you sat down. He saw your smile falter, however, as if you were insecure all day about the stain.

“No, it wasn’t. The shape of the stain is too lopsided for an accident that happened because of the sudden loss of balance. He just wanted to humiliate you. Look at where he spilled it. Almost strategically right in the middle of your—ehem—chest.” He cursed internally as he felt himself blush slightly as he said the word chest—hell, he might as well be a schoolboy with a crush. 

Before you could escape your shock, he offered: “Why don’t we get you a new blouse, a better one, just to spite him? To show him that it does not affect you.” John stared at him as if Sherlock suggested that they take Mrs. Hudson to a nightclub. Sherlock Holmes never volunteered to go shopping with someone—especially not for someone.

“Oh, but my lunch break ends in a few minutes. Thanks for offering though. It’s all right, I guess.” You gave him a little smile—which did not reach your pretty eyes, he noticed—and stood up to leave. Sherlock froze, his mind going faster than ever. Without even realizing that John, confused as always, said goodbye to you without him, Sherlock sat there, thinking.

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

“John, come on. We’re getting Ms. Y/L/N a new blouse because her boss is an absolute jerk to her. We can’t let that get to her head, can we?” Sherlock abruptly stood up, pulled his coat on, and left the cafe. John hurriedly caught up with him, carrying two coffees behind him, sarcastically grumbling about how Sherlock had once thought sentiment was a loser’s virtue. Sherlock dismissed the implications his statements had. 

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

In the bitter cold of London, Sherlock thought: Why was he doing this? What was going on? Was this—god forbid—love? Was he in—it hurt him to say the word—love? After interacting with you for less than three months? Sherlock lied to himself, pretending to think hard. No matter how hard he thought about you, the answer to those questions was clear.

“John, I’m in love.” He turned to John, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

John promptly dropped a coffee, and the other one dripped onto his beige jumper. Even in that situation, Sherlock proudly noted that his mental simulation about coffee stains had pinpoint accuracy.

“With Y/N, I presume?” John asked, exasperatedly attempting to get the stain out of his jumper. 

“Yes, and intentionally so, I must admit.” Sherlock realized his mind had known all along that you were the one. He had absentmindedly figured out where you worked and your favorite cafe just so that he could fall in love with you. That bastard brain.

“So you dragged me along to this cafe three times a week, which coincidentally happened to be Y/N’s favorite as well?” John laughed, resigned. “You absolute bastard, you planned to fall in love with someone?” John asked incredulously as he absentmindedly followed Sherlock into a women’s clothing store. “So I was a blind idiot who just came along to your potential dates?”

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

“Yes, and what do you think of this one?” Sherlock held up a peach-colored blouse. He knew your size, because of that one time you left your jacket on his sofa. His mind palace had immediately dedicated a whole room just for you, since the first time you two had met.

He had truly outsmarted himself. He had truly, once and for all, planned something without consciously planning, outsmarted himself without thinking, and fallen in love with someone without even registering a hint of romance in his mind. If he wasn’t dazed by this revelation, he would have been laughing for once.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

“Wrap it as a gift, please.” Sherlock said, as he approached the cashier with his credit card. “Oh, and throw in a card, please? I could also use a  pen as well—if you don’t mind.” John threw him a strange look.

This is the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

His small note wrote—hidden inside the gift box: 

“A date. 5 o’clock, Friday. Your favorite cafe. Just me and you. 

-SH 

P.S. I must admit, I planned all the coincidental meetings we had so far. Forgive me.” 

You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out loud. First of all, that note was just so purely Sherlock—except for the “forgive me” part. Secondly, of course, you knew already! Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—John and Sherlock were at that cafe. That’s a bit unusual, isn’t it? 

I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk

On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind

You texted Sherlock: “Not the cafe again, I’ve had more than enough of that in the past two months you’ve been pursuing me. Angelo’s at 6 o’clock. Let’s have dinner. I won’t let you plan our first date as well. I’ve played along nicely for long enough.” 

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

Sherlock smiled with a warm glow of happiness as he heard the long-awaited ding from his phone.

And obviously, the night ended in a shy little peck on your lips from your new boyfriend.

‘Cause I’m a mastermind.

#earl's cup of tea #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #sherlock x reader #sherlock reader insert #sherlock bbc x reader #sherlock fluff #taylor swift #songfic #Spotify

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PH ~Complaints~

This is the first of several pieces I will be making about this series. Reading Pandora hearts was an experience to say the least and I wanted to organize my thoughts into separate categories, because it’s too much to post out normally. Also I’m insane and I think it’ll be fun for me at least. These posts will contain spoilers but maybe it’ll spark people’s love for the series. Maybe it’ll get people to buy the manga volumes. Maybe the stars will align and it manifests an anime reboot (delusional).

With that out of the way, we will start with my complaints and nitpicks of the series. Which isn't a lot but there will be explaining to do here. As a disclaimer, these are things that I found worth mentioning and may not be any issues you had reading. I am going off my initial reading of ph too so if I miss anything, don’t come at me lol.

-> The most notable complaint I need to talk about first is early ph. But I bring it up because this is the main thing that can turn people away from the series. “The early chapters are slow” is a complaint I heard before starting ph. Upon looking back, it wasn’t necessarily slow for me and I enjoyed those parts. But when reading, it was chaotic and felt like nothing was moving. It felt like we were rushing to nowhere. I took several breaks because it was so overwhelming. And I wasn’t reading them physically but off of sites, I know a lot of you remember Bezarius, Liam, Shalon lol. The wonky translations in the early chapters aren’t mochijun’s fault of course, but it didn’t help matters for me.

So much information was jam-packed with an already intricate story. And granted, later on in the 50s-60s chaps, the world makes more sense. But when you haven’t gotten to that point, it’s a lot to take in. You can compare early parts of ph and vnc to see exactly what I mean. VnC’s introductory chapters are much more polished. And some stories work better that way but in ph’s case for me, the direction wasn’t clear. I mean you know the objective, finding Alice’s memories but after that it was just a bunch of “huh???” It wasn't until we met Elliot and Leo, eventually Rufus that everything became more coherent. And you can argue, “yeah you’re supposed to be confused” which is valid but it was a bit messy for me, and I know it's inspired by Alice in Wonderland.

But not only was it confusing and can be perceived as slow (though again not for me), these chapters are long. Certainly not a complaint, I loved having long chapters. But if you’re confused af, you feel as though the plot isn’t moving, and you have these long chapters to add. I see why people may drop the series because “it’s too convoluted and the author doesn’t know what they’re trying to say.” I don’t agree with that but I understand if they weren’t able to go past chapter 35 or something. But we all must remember this was mochijun's first real series. So I understand as well why its beginnings aren't that grounded and can forgive that.

->The second complaint is that there wasn't enough characterization of the Baskervilles squad (as in Lottie and her gang I'm excluding Zwei here) as individuals. What do I mean by this? You can say “well they weren’t that important” which I kinda disagree with because they were the antagonists we were worrying about for half of the story as they searched for their leader Glen.

We got depth given to them as a group, we see that there is a genuine, familial bond. I wanted to know their past or backstories and the most we got from was Lily. You can say we got Lottie too but I don't know I was left wanting more. We know Doug and Fang got Lily’s tattoo in solidarity which is my favorite moment from the squad. But who are they y’know? Fang had such a cool design, how did he join the Baskervilles? Doug is a nothing character. I haven’t read the light novels so these questions could be answered there but having read the manga, we should’ve gotten more.

-> Going from that, the whole Glen thing. Again, might be explained more in the light novels but from manga content, I wish we got more explanations and lore. Who was the first Glen? Who is Levi? He’s someone who we deserved more insight into and what made him so detached.

-> I wish we had more chain on chain fights. I read somewhere that mochijun had struggles mapping out action scenes so they were kept to a minimum. But I think due to that, we don't get to see the true extent of these chains' powers. And yes, Break's condition prevented him from using his chain much. But Break and Vincent's dynamic was great, a final showdown between them with their chains would've been so cool. Mad Hatter vs. Demios we were robbed...

-> Isla Yura in general. Not gonna lie, I forgot he existed. I can respect the role he played, especially knowing now mochijun based Dr. Moreau off him. He was a worthy threat and his obsession with Jack makes sense. But his personality just wasn’t it and rubbed me the wrong way. Stereotypical queer antagonist from the 2000s, we did not need this.

->This might be a biased one but Cheshire should've been a prominent character. We see he’s important to Alice but we got a whole mini-arc with him in the beginning, him appearing in the Break backstory and then he's gone until the final 8 chapters. I also wish he behaved like the cat he’s inspired by. Sassy, mischievous with a dash of dark humor. (though now I say that, Oz does have some of that). There was just so much potential that we simply didn’t explore with him.

-> Speaking of such, Sharon and Ada were so underused. I was expected more from Sharon’s arc and her Eques chain is so cool but that didn’t happen. Every moment with Ada was fantastic but she’s mostly put to the side which sucks. Her relationship with Oz was lacking for me, he comes back from the Abyss and we do not see him think of Ada until 15 chapters later? Her overall reactions to Oz dying essentially after the finale, learning her father’s death, none of this is there. These two had potential, Sharon even being part of the main five, that wasn’t delved into.

-> Vincent and Ada. Okay, lemme break it down. I kinda love them, they didn’t get together which was sad but was the best choice to make. But I do question why this relationship exists. To be honest, until the last 14 chapters I thought she dropped them completely. I was wondering what was the point of making them a whole thing and having read to the end, I still kind of think that. We got two or three main interactions with them and then we just never got back to Vince/Ada until the finale. It was as though the plot simply couldn’t make time for them, it was tightly knit at this point and everything was heading for utter insanity. But then, we get the emotional climax of Vincent’s character. We get Ada telling Vincent “I forgive you”. It hits hard because Vince is a top 5 character for me. But in terms of their relationship, it didn’t feel earned. I don’t think it was developed enough to get such a heavy moment like this.

Their last encounter from what I remember was in the headhunter arc, Ada telling Vince she’ll always be by his side. And while we see he cares about her safety then, I don’t think that means what they have is strong enough to break the self-hatred Vincent has built up for years. Why did it have to be Ada? I know Gil wasn’t getting through to him but if he told Gil what’d he had done. That he indirectly caused the tragedy of Sablier, and Gil really said fuck it, held him down and screamed “I forgive you! The outcome might’ve been the same. Vincent respected Elliot. Vincent looked up to Jack. Vincent grew to care about Ada. But to me, the only person he loved in this world was Gil. And in his last moments, that is all he had. So this whole Vince/Ada thing, while I enjoy them and definitely needed more, at the end I doubt how necessary it was for either of their characters.

->At last, the ending. I love the ending, let’s get that out of the way. Two things I need to say though. One, it did conclude faster than it should’ve. It’s not to a degree where it significantly brings it down but we could have used 5, 6 more chapters. Chapter 104 should’ve been cut in half, 104 ends with “see you later Gilbert” and 105 is total epilogue. That way, the events of 104 get to sink in with the reader. Second, and I know you saw this coming, Reim marrying Sharon. This is the one thing I see most fans have an issue with for the ending and I completely agree, this did not make any sense. It felt like the biggest last minute decision. I think mochijun and the magazine had reached the end of their rope because no one got together in the end. Oz and Alice didn’t become canon really, Gil is too gay, Elliot’s dead so we couldn’t even get elleo implied canon.

(Though you can make a whole other thread arguing how their entire relationship already was from how intimate they were) We all knew Rufus wasn’t gonna marry Sheryl, Vince and Ada went their separate ways. So it was just “alright, um….someone’s gotta get with someone.” And from what I know, there’s no artwork or moment in the series that hints in the slightest that this would happen. We never get a teasing moment from Break about them, Reim and Sharon are friends but the main connection between them is Break. I don't buy the whole "Break's death affecting Sharon deeply and she found comfort in Reim who shared her pain" because you don't have to marry someone who understands your grief. They can just be there for you as a friend. And there was no signs of romantic attraction AT ALL.

Which makes me doubt mochijun planned or even wanted to do this. Her hands might’ve been tied by higher-ups and she had no choice but to include this to deliver the finale she had in mind. This is pure speculation so I could be wrong but with that, this essay I guess, wraps up. There’s other stuff I may not have mentioned, like the jury thing is so absurd but I want to reserve that for my mochiverse theory. When it's all said and done, Pandora hearts is still an amazing series, mochijun has definitely improved as an author. My vnc-ph comparison post which may be after this one will elaborate on that in more detail. Thank you for listening to my rant. What are some complaints or nitpicks you had with ph?

#pandora hearts #ph #jun mochizuki #oz vessalius #manga #ph manga #Gilbert nightray #vincent nightray #sharon rainsworth #ada vessalius #baskervilles #anime #tumblr #anime tumblr #Mochijun #overall thoughts #Alice in Wonderland #post #fyp #pasted from twitter #lol

[cerealmonster15]

Valentine's Day is for the Besties [TWST]

[Ao3 Link]

Wordcount: 1,853

Summary: The Heartslabyul boys go on a picnic together.

Note: there's a specific ref to something trey says in his platinum birthday story here and it might be kind of weird w/o that context but you also don't need to have read it to read this lol / it's not any sort of lore spoilers [see ao3 for additional notes and tags!]

“BOYS!” Cater clapped his hands together from where he stood in the room’s entryway, Trey entering in from behind him.

Riddle looked up from the textbook he had been tutoring Ace and Deuce from. “Cater, you don’t need to be so loud. It’s only the three of us in here.”

Ace looked welcome to the distraction. “Yo, if it isn’t our favorite pair of juniors! What’s up?”

Cater strode his way into the room and hopped up onto the table’s edge to take a seat, kicking his feet back and forth in the air with a giddy smile. 

Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “...Cater. If you're going to be so bold as to interrupt so casually like this, I assume you must have something important to say, yes?”

“Of COURSE I do!” Cater smiled innocently, while Trey offered a more apologetic smile beside him. “A very important question, actually!”

“On with it, then.”

“Do any of you…” Cater pointed at each boy in the room to punctuate every word, “...have a date for Valentine’s Day tonight?”

Riddle’s jaw dropped. Was THAT really what Cater came in to ask? He interrupted their study session for frivolous gossip!? Honestly, while Cater should know better, Riddle also could not say he was surprised by such tomfoolery, either.

Before he could complain, however, Ace immediately spoke up. “I know for a fact that Loosey-Deucey here doesn’t!”

“Hey!” Deuce protested with a scowl. “What makes you think I don’t have a date?!”

Ace crossed his arms and flashed Deuce a smug grin. “Do you?”

…

…

…

“...No.” Deuce admitted with a sigh, which only made Ace laugh obnoxiously loud. 

“Come on now, Ace. Don’t bully Deuce,” Trey chided. “After all… I seem to remember you telling one of the other dorm members how you were probably going to spend your evening tonight skulking around the Heartslabyul kitchen to mooch off desserts for people baking last minute for their dates. That doesn’t sound like the plans of a guy with a date of his own, does it?”

Ace gasped in shock at both Trey’s smug grin that matched his own from moments before, and at the sudden attack on his life. “WH- Hey! C’mon, everyone knows Valentine’s Day’s for lame suckers, anyway! Why do I need a date to worry about when I can just take it easy and do whatever I want instead?”

“Okay, so no date for Acey, either? Great!” Cater ignored Ace’s following protests and turned to Riddle. “And what about our super cute housewarden? Got any exciting plans?”

Riddle’s face went bright red and he quickly turned away from the group to avoid eye contact, pretending to busy himself out tidying the study guides strewn about the table. “I-I see no reason to distract myself with such things, that’s all…”

Ace snorted. “Your standards would probably be impossible to meet, anyway.”

Riddle’s flustered look was instantly replaced with one of annoyance. He straightened up, placed his hands on his hips, and scowled down at where Ace sat at the table. “And just what do you mean by that, Ace?!”

Ace snickered again and ducked behind Deuce. “Uh oh, I think I struck a nerve with him!”

“Quit it, Ace!” Deuce complained, trying to squirm out of Ace’s evil clutches on his shoulders.

“Shh, shh, no need to fuss, gentlemen!” Cater waved his hands dismissively and kept up his bright, peppy grin amidst the discourse in the room. “The stars have aligned, and they’re telling us we do have plans tonight - together!”

Ace paused his bickering with Riddle and Deuce to raise an eyebrow at Cater. “Huh?”

“Cater wants to go on a picnic,” Trey clarified. “We thought it might be fun to go as a group, that’s all.”

“...Well,” Riddle once again straightened his posture and pretended that he wasn’t about to break out into a full-on brawl with Ace moments ago. He cleared his throat and faced Cater with a poised, neutral expression. “You could have simply started with that, Cater.”

“Aw, but where’s the fun in that?”

“Regardless,” Riddle continued, “I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea. I’ve never been on a picnic before, though, so I will have to look into the proper preparations.”

“I’ve never been on a picnic, either,” Deuce quietly admitted.

“Perhaps you and I should head over to the school’s library for some guide books together before we go.”

Cater and Ace made eye contact with each other and sighed in solidarity of the sheer goofy behavior their friends were exhibiting. Thank god the social skills masters were here to save their lives and prevent them from an overthinking spiral into madness.

A few hours of avoiding the library and hovering around Trey in the kitchen later, the five of them made their way to a cute little clearing that Cater had scouted out earlier that week. A prime location for taking cute pictures with your friends that you could look back on in the later years, for sure. 

“This is a pretty sweet spot you scoped out, Cater!” Ace commented as he and Cater pulled out the picnic blankets to spread for everyone to sit on. 

“It is a rather picturesque location,” Riddle agreed, standing with his arms hanging by his sides, looking unsure of what to do. The setting was much more casual than their usual unbirthday parties, and both Cater and Ace had insisted there were no rulebooks for such a situation… How was he to know how to behave without explicit directions!?

“Aw, thanks, guys!” Cater beamed. “And I just KNOW we’ll have the cutest pics for magicam. We’ve got it all! The perfect setting carefully curated by yours truly, super photogenic snacks - thanks Trey, BTW - and the smiling faces of the cutest company a guy could ask for on Valentine’s day.” 

Cater punctuated his statement with his most charming wink and blew a kiss to the group.

Riddle sighed, Deuce nearly dropped the box of truffles he was holding, and Ace let out the loudest, most dramatic gagging noise he could possibly muster.

“Alright, come on, now,” Trey laughed. “You’ll have plenty of time to drive each other crazy while you’re eating. You want it while it’s still fresh.”

“Ugh, whatever dad.” Ace rolled his eyes and sat down on the grass, promptly stealing a truffle out of the box Deuce was still holding.

“Hey!” Deuce protested, shoving Ace out of reach with his free hand.

“Boys,” Riddle scowled as Cater pulled him down to sit on the blanket between him and Trey. “Save your dessert for last, and no roughhousing! We may be outside, but you still need to mind your manners.”

“Yes, housewarden…” The two mumbled as they reluctantly pulled away from each other but still made sure to flash each other a not-so-stealthy stink-eye. 

“But before we eat,” Cater interjected, “we’ve gotta take a nice pic with all the food out and arranged so nicely! It would be a shame not to capture the hard work we put into making it all look cute, don’tcha think?”

Riddle’s stomach rumbled.

“...Y-yes, well…” Avoiding the amused stares, Riddle hurriedly gestured for Ace and Deuce to come into frame where Cater was angling his phone camera. “Let’s do it quickly, while everything is still fresh, as Trey said.”

A few more seconds and clicks of the camera shutter later, it was finally time to eat. Cater, of course, was too distracted with picking which photo to upload to Magicam to start.

“...Cater,” Trey gently nudged his elbow against Cater’s ribs. “We made those pepper poppers especially for you, you know.”

Cater squirmed away from Trey’s judgemental gaze. “I know, I know! I’ll eat some in juuust a sec- help me pick which one to upload!”

Ace leaned over Cater’s shoulder and pointed at the phone with his already half-eaten sandwich. “Oooh, what about that one? Prim and proper Housewarden’s mid-blink; that’ll get you rarity points.”

“Excuse me?!” Riddle opened his mouth to argue, but froze before he could even begin to speak. His eyes slid to the space beside Ace and locked onto something in Trey’s hand. 

A mustard bottle…

Simultaneous flashbacks spawned within the minds of all present. Every member of Heartslabyul was all too familiar with the week where Trey Clover descended into a mustard madness, trying harder every day to force his taste buds to adjust to liking, or even simply tolerating such a common condiment. It got to the point that Trey would have added mustard to his next cake, had it not been for the intervention of the collective dormmates. He’d calmed down after that, and everyone thought that was the end of it… But here they were, and there was the mustard.

“...Trey, what’cha got there?” Cater asked after a few more seconds of silence and began shifting across the picnic blanket. “I totally love spicy mustard, and it’s so sweet of you to pack it for us. Wanna hand me that bottle…?”

“Hear me out!” Trey protested, hand going for the mustard cap. “I promise I’m not going to try and squirt it all over the desserts or anything like that. We have a lot of sandwiches, and that’s a perfectly reasonable food to spread a little mustard on, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, for people who actually like mustard,” Ace said, following Cater’s lead and reaching for the bottle. “Give it.”

“You don’t have to do this to yourself, Trey,” Deuce added. “But it’s honorable that you want to change yourself for the better! Maybe I should follow your example and not pick out the bell peppers from my salad…”

Riddle shook his head and put a hand on Deuce’s shoulder. “There’s no need for either of you to be so drastic.”

“You almost tried that last time, too,” Ace added. “Two weird food martyrs aren’t gonna fix anything!”

Cater’s hand was on top of Trey’s. “Trey, hon, just let go of the bottle, and it’ll all be alright.”

Trey sighed and relinquished the mustard. “It’s really not as big a deal as you’re all making it out to be. No need for another intervention, okay?”

Cater pat Trey on the back with a smile. “Right, riiiight, it’s all good now, bestie.”

“Cater.”

“Okay! Crisis averted!” Cater shuffled back across the blanket towards the sandwich platter and away from Trey’s disapproving stare. “Now someone please help me decide on a pic to upload!”

After a couple of hours filled with photo picking, snacking, laughing, and of course, lots of bickering, it was time to pack up and return to the dorm. Cater, of course, needed to stop every few minutes and take another picture of the sky as the sun sunk below the horizon. 

They arrived back at the dorm after dark, but they arrived together, having nearly forgotten the reason they’d chosen to go out on that day in particular in the first place. Heartslabyul was known for being one of the more socially extroverted dorms, after all, and for good reason.

Because in Heartslabyul, you are never truly alone.

#twisted wonderland #twst #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #ace trapola #deuce spade #cereal writes

[camcanime]

When Stars Align

(A Kiribaku x F!Reader fic)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

(Chapter 2) First Day Jitters

The day is finally here. You have quite literally been counting down the days awaiting this moment. Sleep wasn't exactly a commodity the previous night but that fatigue is hardly on your mind. The best hero school in all of Japan, possibly the world, is standing in front of you in all of its magnificent glory. Nature must be mirroring you because you swear the sun just got a little bit brighter. This is such a tremendous occasion, a three-year-long dream finally coming to fruition, so why can't you move? Your feet have opted to remain firmly in place, settling into the concrete beneath you as though freshly poured and drying around your shoes. The longer you stare at the gates, the deeper you sink.

"Hey," a grainy, yet soft and excitable, call bellows from behind you. "Congrats on making it in!"

Lifting away from the invisible chain and ball, you turn on your heel to greet the familiar voice. Despite recognising the voice, the face of this teenager is one that you are presumedly unacquainted with. His bright, red hair is the first notable feature, almost perfectly matching his eyes. He must use a lot of products to keep his hair in place like that. Your whole face crumples into a scrunch as you try to figure out who it is you're looking at. Names are something you have never been good with but you never usually forget a face, especially one that seems to beam like the sun itself. With a note made of your confusion, he takes a step closer and smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry, I forgot about the whole 'blindness' situation," he admits whilst extending a hand out to you. "I'm the guy from the practical exam."

Of course, that's where you know that voice from! Although, from what little you were able to see, you could have sworn his hair was black. Never the matter. It actually looks really cool, reminiscent of a certain Red Riot what with the way it's been styled. So, this is the student that oh-so-selflessly stuck by your side during your starry-eyed endeavour. It doesn't appear to you as much of a shock, he has that kindness behind his eyes: the kind of sweet nature one finds supporting a puppy's grin. If it weren't for this, you would be a sweltering, blabbered mess. Despite the red-head also passing the exam, you can't rid of the stone in your stomach, as much as it may have eroded by now. He doesn't seem like the type to hold a grudge or harbour any mallice but that isn't entirely the point. You were still reckless and someone could have gotten hurt by your hand. Speaking of hands, you should really shake his. You do just that and wave the other dismissively.

"Hey, s'all good! Glad I have a face to put to the voice now," you laugh in the hopes of easing some tension; there isn't any, it's purely your own anxieties you're attempting to whither. "Just need the name now."

He bares a bright grin as your hands clasp together. "Eijiro Kirishima."

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

Greetings set aside, your fingers return to the sanctuary of your rucksack straps. That's one name down, only 18 more to go. With both parties eager to start, you make haste in beginning your journey to becoming a hero and that starts with walking to class. The occasional conversation regarding favourite heroes and such ensue before a burning question takes the spotlight.

"I hope this doesn't come across rude," Kirishima starts, almost hesitant to ask, "but where are you from?"

"Guessing the accent is noticeable, huh?"

"You could say that," he concurs, rubbing the back of his neck. "That and you kinda blurted something out during the exam that I couldn't understand."

Initially, you're stumped, struggling to pick your brain for the aforementioned occurrence. It takes a second to rake over the memory and that pit deepens upon remembering why it was that happened in the first place. Yet again, if his focus is on what you said at the time rather than the event itself then that must mean things are all good. Yeah! The only one mulling over this seems to be you. That thought alone is enough encouragement to shine over the deep, blue cascade sunken into your chest. No more guilt. Not until you engage in purposeful wrong-doings, anyway.

"Well, to answer your question, I'm from England," you finally disclose, reassuring his apparent rudeness as a mere interest with a grin.

"That's so cool! Okay, another question then: why move to Japan?"

"I first heard about U.A. when I was 12, I think, and it just seemed like the right fit." You shrug and readjust your bag against your back. "I knew what I wanted more than anything in that moment. I've always wanted to be a hero ever since I got my quirk and U.A. is said to be the best, so I thought aim high, y'know? It took a lot of work but my parents and I moved over here a couple years back and here we are. Luckily, my Paps was raised In Japan, so we had that working in our favour."

That's an attitude Kirishima can get behind. Such devotion is something to be admired. It goes without saying that he was already impressed with you back at the practical exam. The fact that you were persistent in continuing despite your lack of vision made an impact on him. You won't know it but he was over the moon when he found out that you'd be a classmate of his.

"Your parents sound amazing!" he beams, in turn making you smile. "Not only that but to move to the other side of the world to become a hero? That's aspirational!"

"Hey, dream big, right?"

The two of you share a chortle before you're diverted to your destination. Upon entering the classroom, the abundance of colourful personalities is immediately obvious. A fair few seats are still awaiting to be filled but you may as well get acquainted with the current rabble. Kirishima takes the first leap in making his presence known with exuberant confidence. He introduces himself to an already established group, seemingly familiar with a pink-haired girl based on how they are talking with one another. The corners of your lips turn up with the girl's volume, seemingly ecstatic about Kirishima's hair change. So, it was different from before. You had a hunch.

Peering around, you can't say there are any identifiable faces on your end. You've been living in Japan for a few years now, which is plenty of time to establish bonds, but your background is, unfortunately, the reason you never made any real close friends. It must have been a stroke of bad luck but most of the students in your middle school didn't look favourably towards foreigners. Some managed to dismount from their high horses in giving you a chance but there was still an air of awkward tension with every conversation and encounter. Thinking about it, you recall a few students mentioning that they would be trying out for U.A. You would never wish bad luck on anyone but there is certainly a wave of relief at the fact that no one from your old school is here. Does that make you a bad person?

You don't get a chance to answer your own question, having been disrupted by a ruckus between two students. One appears to be scolding the other for resting his feet upon his desk, spouting something about being disrespectful to past generations of school attendees, you think. You didn't start listening to the dispute until halfway through the lecture, so you're a little confused. Part of you wishes you hadn't tuned in.

"Like I care," the blonde declares smugly, turning an eye up at the other. "What school are you from, you extra?"

Extra? Who does this guy think he is? This sounds like a classic case of main character syndrome if ever you've seen it. You try your best not to judge so quickly but this guy has a sinister energy to him that is hard to ignore. It isn't unheard of for heroes to don a more intimidating approach - Endeavour and King Orca come to mind - but this student seems like he's in a different league. The longer you stare at him, the more you feel like you've seen him somewhere before. Did he attend your middle school? Nah. With an attitude as rotten as his, you'd recognise him immediately. Was he in the same testing location as you for the practical exam? Not likely. You can't think of a quirk to associate with him and you always remember a person's quirk. Perhaps he's a member of your weekend roller disco. Doubtful. Something tells you that isn't his thing. On the news? Yes! That's it! He was the kid that got attacked by that sludge monster last year. A pride settles into your belly with your deduction.

"Hey! What are you looking at?"

Nevermind. Like a deflated balloon left out in the snow, that warmth in your stomach shrivels up. Eyes of crimson stare you down with an eclipsed annoyance and your spine stiffens. If it hadn't been for the fact that he's a fellow classmate of a highly esteemed hero school, you'd think he was a villain. Making enemies on the first day is a no-go. Making any enemies at all in this school isn't on your agenda, actually.

"Sorry." In the hopes of reconciling, you stand up straight. "The commotion just caught my attention."

"You should mind your damn business, foreigner," he sneers.

Your body tenses in tandem with your newly clenched fists, unable to withhold the bitterness burning in the back of your throat. "If you weren't so loud, maybe I would."

A curly plume of green shakes vigorously in the corner of your eye and voiceless sirens blare from the freckled face sat below. This might be one of those situations in which you should have kept your mouth shut. You don't typically like to sharpen your tongue, especially on strangers, but the unsavoury name spat in your direction hit a nerve. Too many times have you had to endure such name-calling, and too many times have you let it run over you like scolding, hot water. A new school means a fresh start and the opportunity to quit being a pushover. It's just a shame that this first test of courage is in the face of assumingly the most aggressive student in the classroom. He takes a step up from his seat, palms crackling like embers to damp wood. A fire quirk of some description? They aren't entirely uncommon. Guess this guy is a firecracker figuratively and literally. That's good to know. Looking as though he's ready for a fight, you prepare to stand your ground - not exactly how you envisioned your first day of school going but you never back down. Never.

"If you're here to cause a disruption, then get out."

Everyone's attention is tugged away from you to the outside of the classroom where a sleeping bag lays. At first, it appears to be just that until you see a haggard face poking from the opening. That certainly isn't something you see every day. The overgrown caterpillar lifts up from the ground, unzipping and a man who looks as though he's seen better days emerges. You're sure there are worse-looking butterflies out there. Alongside his rough appearance, dark clothing hangs from his hunched, lanky body with a thin, white scarf wrapped around his shoulders like messy buttercream atop a cupcake. He saunters to the front of the classroom, now holding all of your watchful eyes. You're glad that the fire between yourself and 'hedgehog hair' has dispursed - though he still looks ready for battle - but you are just too focused on trying to figure out who this strange man is. He can't possibly be a teacher. The teachers here are all pro heroes and he doesn't look like one you've ever seen before.

"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down," he continues. "Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you?" The question is rhetorical, of course, and he continues, "I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you."

You are now truly realising that you need to stop making assumptions in this new school. Clearly, everything isn't what it seems. You're only glad that everyone else is as surprised as you are, the whole class practically screaming with shock upon this revelation. One query in particular stokes at your brain: If this man is your teacher then what is his pro-hero name? A puzzle that will have to remain unsolved for now as he quickly beckons you all to get changed into your gym uniform and re-assemble out onto the school grounds. A dubious request but you suppose you have no choice.

Once changed, everyone is quick to meet outside, each student being perceivably confused. There's something rather comforting about them all being in the same boat as you, otherwise, you'd assume yourself an idiot. The situation doesn't become any clearer when your teacher admits to this circumstance being a test of your quirks.

"What about the entrance ceremony?!" one girl raises hastily, ultimately expressing everyone's thoughts on the matter. "The guidance sessions?!"

"No time to waste on stuff like that if you want to become heroes," he retorts blandly. "U.A. is known for its 'freestyle' educational system. That applies to us teachers, as well."

He lists off a series of rudimentary fitness tests you all would have engaged in during your time in school. It takes a second but you have a hunch that you know where this is going.

"You did all of these in middle school, yes?" Once again, he doesn't wait for an answer. "Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests. The country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the average of those records. It's not rational. The Department of Education is just procrastinating."

If it isn't obvious enough what's happening by now, you feel sorry for any of the students who are still in the dark. Tempted by curiosity, you take a quick glance and want to take pity on some of the bewildered faces. Everything will be revealed in good time, you are sure.

Your teacher turns towards that blonde-haired punk from earlier and asks, "Bakugo, how far could you throw in middle school?"

"Sixty-seven meters."

"Great. Now try it with your quirk." Aizawa throws a ball over to the student. "Do whatever you need to do. Just don't leave the circle."

Bakugo - a name that you shan't soon forget given what's about to happen. Why bother even feigning shock at this point? This is the best hero school in Japan, after all, and that only means that it's going to house the best students.

"Give it all you've got."

Bakugo grins darkly with the baseball in hand and takes a stand within the appointed circle. "Awesome."

I had the intention of getting this out a lot sooner but procrastination and writer's block are quite the combo. Not to mention, I had written so much that this ended up being split into two chapters. One might think that means you won't have to wait as long for Chapter three but this is me we're talking about :') @sky-angel101

Also, also, if anyone wants to be part of this tag list, lemme know!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fanfic #kiribaku #bakukiri #mha #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha x fem!reader #boku no hero fanfic #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #kiribaku x reader #bakukiri x reader #when stars align #wsa

[valentiwyo]

UNTIL I FOUND YOU | WOOSAN - CHAPTER 8 (🔞)

genre »» childhood friends to lovers

pairing »» choi san x jung wooyoung

context »» fluff, comfort, mature content, smut, making out, oral, oral abuse, orgasm, mention of alcohol (MINORS DNI)

"I came to you with my secret feelings and childhood. See, I'm grown and I'm still here, Wooyoung. I have never given up on you even though we fell out. I still love you as you are..."

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

SAN'S POV

"Damn, you reek of the awful stench of alcohol."

As I sensed my head graze the pillow's surface, I allowed my eyelids to part slightly. Wooyoung had managed to escort me home, dragging my stumbling form through the streets. My tipsiness had reached terrible peaks. Now, in this dimly illuminated space, he struggled to take off my coat. A sly smile crept across my face.

"We both do," I replied. My hand found its way to the nape of his neck. Raising my eyebrows, I motioned towards his lips. Even in this dimly lit room, Wooyoung's smile gleamed, perhaps for the millionth time, captivated me beyond the realm of myriad stars and millennia. As our faces aligned, with our breaths audible in the room's intimacy, in such closeness, just when our lips were about to meet, he stopped me, his hand covering my lips gently.

"Slow down, Romeo~ You're too drunk. Just sleep."

As he attempted to pull away, I caught his hand. "Why?" A smirk tugging at my lips. "Afraid I might do something?"

"Pfft, what could you possibly do? Why would I be afraid, huh? Your wit has reached an all-time low."

"That's what I'm talking about..."

My hands slid around his waist as I drew him towards me. With him using both hands for support on the edges of the bed, his long raven hair cascaded over his face. "I can show you my capabilities," I breathed, my voice like a whisper carried by the wind. Wooyoung rolled his eyes, his lips curving in a playful defiance before he eased back, a smile still lingering, and settled beside me. "Mmm, perhaps you'll have a chance to prove it one day," he murmured, nestling his face against my neck. His presence, as close as the brush of a gentle zephyr, threatened to dissolve my senses once again. I turned toward him, reaching out to place my hand on his cheek. His eyes were closed, as though he had willingly surrendered to the allure of the moment. With a soft smile gracing my lips, I indulged in the luxury of watching him, a masterpiece of serenity.

Describing Wooyoung is an enigma; It wasn't only his beauty that captivated me, though he was unquestionably the most beautiful human being I had ever encountered in my existence. But there was something else about him, an elusive quality that goes beyond the ordinary. He radiated the warmth of a pleasant summer evening. His eyes were speckled with tiny stars, evoking the serene sensation of gazing upon a night sky. Just looking at him infused me with a peaceful contentment as if I were nestled beneath a shade of stars. Wooyoung, even on the coldest winter day, possessed the ability to dissolve all shivers with the touch of his hand. Even from a distance, I could sense the potential of his warmth.

Thinking he was asleep, I was taken aback when his lips parted. "Sannie," his whisper brushed the air, just like my fingers brushing the strands of his hair, tracing delicate paths.

"You remember the rumors that swirled around me as we neared the end of high school? You know, the ones about me being queer..."

Though his sentence, devoid of eye contact, startled me, I concealed my astonishment. The topic he put forward was a relic of the past, a matter that had undeniably burdened him with its share of wounds.

"Back then, much like now, you were cherished by many," he continued. "We were always together, and due to the rumors surrounding you, I became the one people hesitated to meet eyes with. You understand what I mean?"

I softly nodded.

"I had thought that if I distanced myself from you, you'd be safer. I never wanted people to talk about you. That's why, even after we entered college, fearing that those rumors would continue to haunt me, I attempted to isolate you from my life completely," he took a breath, his voice low as he completed his sentence. He had likely pondered over these words for a considerable amount of time, finally opening up to share his inner feelings.

Meanwhile, a storm of emotions raged within me, my frustration directed inward like a smoldering fire. I was angry at myself for having failed to comprehend the situation and inadverently let Wooyoung withdraw. "Why did you keep all of this hidden within yourself for so long?" I whispered, turning my entire body towards him. My gaze continued to explore his face.

"Because I knew that if you learned all of this, you wouldn't care about what others thought and you wouldn't stop chasing me. But, as fate would have it, even without me telling you, you didn't stop."

As he uttered the final sentence, his gaze averted and a gentle smile graced his lips. This delicate acceptance caused a mutual smile to spread across my face, prompting me to draw closer to him. "But you seem to rather enjoyed this," I whispered. "I can't deny that I did."

I placed my hand on his cheek. As the effects of the alcohol began to wane, I leaned in and kissed his lips. My hand remained against his cheek, the connection unbroken for even a moment. "Let people think what they want, Wooyo. From this point on, you can't leave my side," our lips barely separated.

"Last night, I drew The World card, Sannie."

Furrowing my brows slightly, I pulled away from him and murmured, "What the hell's that?"

Wooyoung responded with a wide grin, wrapping his arms around my neck and sat up. His hand brushed through my hair, fingers curling the strands, while his gaze remained fixed on my lips. Unexpectedly, in an instant, he took his place upon my hips, a sudden warmth flooding my heart. "A card of love," he murmured. "You haven't heard?"

There he was, Jung Wooyoung, seated upon my hips, his gaze intently locked on mine. With a deliberate slowness, I shifted my gaze from his eyes to his hands, which gently trailed downward, tracing a path along my body. He was acutely aware of his actions, relishing in the joy they brought. He was smirking.

"I haven't."

With my hands finding their place on his waist, Wooyoung had tilted forward slightly. As I caught the hint of a chuckle, he inched closer to my face. His warm palms rested delicatelyon my sweater, his weight supported by my chest as he leaned in, while my hands that rested on his waist ventured down his hips.

"It signifies the closeness of reuniting with someone you've been apart from for a long time," he spoke in a low voice, for as he drew nearer, my eyes narrowed, taking in the intensity of his gaze and the firm grip of my hands on his waist, a position I knew pleased him. A mere few inches of space separated us, a distance that set my blood to boil with anticipation.

"Mmm, is that so?"

"It is."

"Well, you've chosen your card well," I murmured, and at last, my quivering lips met his. Our gentle kiss altered, igniting by the intrusion of Wooyoung's tongue, a surge of desire turning it into something far more passionate. Witnessing his impatience painted a tautness across my lips, an awareness that fueled the growing lust between us.

-🔞-

As our breath quickened, his exhalations melded seamlessly with mine. My hands traced a deliberate journey across the fabric that adorned his body, leaving trails of sensation in their path. With each tilt of his head, he urged himself closer, his enthusiasm undeniable. His insistence caused my hands to slide to his thighs, and the way he pressed himself against me sent shivers of awareness racing down my spine.

"You weren't this naughty before," I whispered between our kiss. Wooyoung threw his head backward, allowing my lips to trail along his jawline.

"I suppose you haven't truly known me yet," he grinned. My teeth grazed a spot on his neck, leaving a tiny red mark as a signature, eliciting a soft, hushed moan from Wooyoung. He ground back and forth gently in my lap, my lips finding their way down his collarbones. His fingers were tangled in my hair, while mine traced slow circles along the hem of his sweater. When I couldn't reach his collarbones due to the fabric, I pulled back. In that moment, as Wooyoung gazed at me that way, I felt myself losing all sense of reason.

"Are you not going to take it off?" He whispered, pointing his sweater. Once again, that familiar expression gaced his face. He was smiling, yet the curve of his lips held a mischievous edge, as if the moonlight filtering through the window had caught onto his eyes, reflecting within them like a missing puzzle piece finally finding its home.

Drawing in a deep breath, I grabbed him by the waist and guided him down onto the bed. Now, the roles had shifted, and I found myself atop him. Wooyoung's hands came to rest on either side of his head, his gaze a mixture of defiance and surrender as he gazed at me with a bold glint in his eye.

As Wooyoung's eyes darted away from their path across my chest, I couldn't help but chuckle, leaning in closer. The sight of his diverted gaze, an evidence to how deeply I affected him, brought a satisfaction all its own. With a swift movement, I relieved him of his sweater, my gaze trailing down to his chest.

"You've been by my side for a decade, yet with every passing minute, I unearth a new facet of you."

Then, I reached for Wooyoung's collarbones that had eluded me earlier, and as my lips met there, his hands once again found their place in my hair. With each kiss I pressed onto the marked areas, a low moan escaped him, his head seeking hideout in the softness of the pillow beneath.

"Damn it, Sannie.. How the fuck do you know all of this?" He groaned. Smirking, I lifted my head. "No one's as innocent as they seem."

Rising onto my knees, my hands found their way to my belt. "With whom you did it?" he suddenly asked. "Were they all one-night stands?"

His questions caught me off guard, as his curiosity delved far deeper into my sexual background than I anticipated. "Why do you ask?" I countered, raising an eyebrow. As I began to unfasten my belt and slowly slide it from the loops, Wooyoung's hands moved to grip mine. "Because," he whispered, guiding my hands with his, leading them down to his abdomen, then teasingly brushing them across his chest. "The idea of these hands having touched someone else drives me to the brink of madness.."

As my hands enclosed around his chest, he bit his lip and threw his head backwards. It was as if I was encountering a version of Wooyoung that I hadn't known for the past ten years. He exuded an innocence, yet that innocence was tinged with a readiness to taint it with me.

"And you," I murmured, pressing my fingers against his nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from him. "Do you know what I wanna do to you with these hands?"

A mischievous smile danced across his lips, and he shook his head slightly. Pulling back, just a bit, he rose to his knees, his posture straightening as he teasingly tugged at the belt of my pants. His hands glided with a deliberate slowness to the button. With a sense of urgency, his hands swiftly slided my pants down, urging me to lie back as he positioned himself between my legs, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

"However innocent you may think I am, you have no idea how eager I am to be tainted right now, Choi San."

His warm palms slowly revealed my manhood, and the vibration I felt there rippled through my chest, my heart pounding wildly with arousal. Each tender touch he bestowed upon me was like a thread weaving through the web of my emotions, creating a tapestry of sensations that left me reeling. Lost in the middle of this moment, it was as if I had surrendered a part of myself, only to find it mirrored within him.

Until now, I had always been the dominant one, but for the first time, I found myself falling weak before him, as if I had been caught completely off guard. How could I have known that arousing me would be a piece of cake for him?

I felt his warm hand on top of mine. "I can't believe you're blushing. Allow me to look, I never want to forget this sight." he murmured in a teasing tone. He pulled my hands away and looked at my face. I rested my head against the headboard, meeting his gaze. I didn't know why, but Wooyoung's eyes were the most erotic thing about him. Then suddenly, without warning, he took me into his hand. I bit my lower lip to suppress the moan as he placed his hands on my inner thighs.

He ran his tongue up and down the entire length. His fingernails dug into my thighs as he sucked harshly on the tip. My body shuddered under the immense pleasure, heels digging into the bedsheets to keep myself grounded. Wooyoung took me deeper into his mouth, trying to draw a moan out from my lips. He was trying to unravel me, but I remained silent.

Wooyoung ran his tongue over the heated skin, drool slipping past his lips and down my throbbing member. I twitched in his mouth as he took me deeper, stopping before I hit the back of his throat. A quiet moan escaped from him. I extended my hand to his face and touched his cheek. He turned his head to the side, showing me how my dick deformed his cheeks. My thumb rubbed over his tiny mole gently, silently appreciating the way he takes care of me.

He pulled back, until the tip remained in his mouth, lightly sucking on it once more. He looked into my eyes with a smug smirk, running his tongue around the tip.

"Damn it, quit teasing," I hissed, my deep voice ringing throughout the room.

"Whatever." Wooyoung took me slightly deeper in his mouth, stilling to see what I would do. I snapped. My hips buckled into his mouth, cock driving deeper into his throat as he gripped my thighs. His nails dug into the soft flesh as he gagged around my dick, sending vibrations up it.

My grunts filled the room as I felt I came closer and closer to my orgasm. Wooyoung's eyes watered as I abused his mouth, gagging every time the tip of my dick collided with the back of his throat. He flattened his tongue against the underside of my member, relishing in the way it twitched.

"I'm fucking close," I attempted to pull out, yet Wooyoung wrapped his arms around my hips, forcing me to release into his mouth. I leaned back in the headboard, watching him swallow every drop. My hand ran through his hair lazily as I came down from my high. "Was that too much?" I panted.

Wooyoung shook his head. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He shot me a smile, lying his body on me. Gently brushing his hair with my fingers in a soothing way, I can hear him curse softly under his breath. Wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face on my chest, Wooyoung whispered huskily, "Love you.."

I smiled gently, leaning my head forward, and kissed his head. "Love you too."

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #choi san #woosan #woosan au #woosan smut #childhood friends to lovers

[r0-boat]

BET

Alpha Nanu who’s usually so calm and relaxed, snapping at the slightest scent of his omega’s heat?

- noodle 👉👈

BET with a cool and calm Alpha like nanu it would take a lot for him to crack but it's not impossible

Cw: name-calling, biting, breeding, omegaverse, possessive

Afab reader, but no set gender

Eat up nanu simps

First off he has to already be in a bad mood. It's not easy but you will know when his scent is stronger.

And then it would be so happen to be on the day where his rut starts, and the stars have aligned, your in preheat, he notices that. He doesn't react to it but don't worry, he will.

Scent enhancer perfume, will make other alphas and even betas turn their heads and he will definitely notice. He knows what you're doing but he won't fall for your sneaky tricks, he knows that punishment is what you want, and Nanu does not reward bad behavior.

But little does he know you've already won, his arm around your waist holding you closer than he normally does. You could just barely make out that sour smell of jealousy

His patience is running on only a thread and his rut is here, he's pent up, pissed off and aching. You're in preheat, Omega... soft Omega... His omega should be home not out and about.

The final straw would be coming home from your work smelling like another coworker... Is... Is that-that's not your jacket. He could scence the presence of a beta on that jacket. You told him that it was raining and you didn't bring a jacket or umbrella so your co-worker lended you his.

Shit Excuse

His hand grabs the back of your neck slamming you against the arm of the couch. You whimper his palm pressing against your bonding mark, as if he was reminding you, reminding you on who gave you that mark.

" you're in preheat and you dare parade around as if you aren't mine?" You squeeze your legs you've never seen Nanu this angry... it's exhilarating.

His hand slips into your pants grabbing your ass fingers dangerously close to your cunt. " is punishment what you want, heh, then punishment you will get"

His hand grips the back of your throat harder as he struggles to pull your pants down with one hand. He growls at your constant Squirming " quit squirming, if you think I'm going to let you get away now oh oh, your wrong"

His rut and your arousal triggers your heat early. Crying for more of your Alpha's touch.

The irresistible smell of your heat hits him as he Smacks your bum red. He Can't take it anymore, you're wet, ready, and submissive. Nanu wasted no time fumbling with his belt before feeling heat of your walls milk his cock.

He tilts his head back hearing you scream his name as nanu didn't give you time to think before moving. His hips slapping against your ass. Occasionally his hand colliding with your ass cheek feeling the room with that sounds and sharp slapping.

Your nails dig into the couch at the way he's bullying his growing knot against you, and to brace yourself for each strike on your now tender red Bum.

" maybe just scenting you isn't enough huh?. Do I have to make you mine in other ways, do I have to make you take my knot and pups?!"

You screamed his title clenching cumming on his cock.

"Fuck! Y-your creaming! S-so good..."

He slams is knot inside of you while you're still cumming. Locking the both of you in place but he's not done. He grabs your arms putting them around your back something cold is around your wrists along with hearing a click.

Grabbing the chain of the metal cuffs Nanu pulls you back into him you have no choice but to lay there and take everything he has. Grinding his dick against your tightening slick walls. You feel his hot breath against you even knows you can hear his heavy breathing and occasional cussing, Grinding harder and faster with that delicious friction pushing him over the edge.

Nanu thrusted one final time stilling his hips, unleashing sounds he never thought he could, his seed filling you to the brim, his knot making sure you don't waste a single drop.

Your heat was satisfied for now but his rut wasn't. Nanu tosses the key onto the coffee table hoping you close as he shuffles himself onto the couch, hoisting you up in his lap making you warn his knotted still hard cock.

His hand gently rubs your thigh as he turns on the TV to pass the time with his knot swells down. Purring and kissing your neck. Nanu hopes you know that once the swelling goes down he will go right back to fucking you because he's not quite done with you yet.

Extra:

Someone asked me for cock warming nanu while writing this and I couldn't resist

"P-please!" Your legs are shaking your Alpha's knot has gone down for some time now. The sounds of the TV being completely tuned out, in favor of His hot, breath against your neck as he gives you licks bites and kisses, his hands grabbing and growing every inch of your body. His cock is snug in your core occasionally twitching. Your slick coating his cock and dripping down onto his tight balls.

Nanu is trying to keep his composure but he still is rut and he can't help but push deeper inside of you. If you start to move he holds your hips down on him stilling you. Having no energy to scold you for trying to soften your punishment. However he feels your pain, it's taking everything that he regained not to neglect your punishment and make your body hurt for a week.

That can happen later for now...

You tilt your head back your legs shaking Nanu's fingers playing with your clit, pinching and rubbing, faster, and faster until.

SMACK!

You jump at the strike yelping, "FUCK!" Nanu yells in tandem at your hips slamming back down on his cock, his newfound patience was already running thin, he needs more, more of you. Your abused clit stings with pain and pleasure.

He tilts your head to him to kiss hard and heavy, his lips silencing your moans of happiness when you feel him grab your hips and slowly move you up and down on his cock.

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