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i-am-a-shining-star · 5 years

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Pear Hips

Read it on my AO3! : https://archiveofourown.org/works/20177488

Kurt is a little self-conscious after Sue makes an insensitive comment about his figure, so Blaine makes it all better.

Cheerio!Kurt and Dalton!Blaine (even though they technically didn’t know each other yet lol)

Curled up on the sofa next to Blaine, the pair of them buried underneath heavy, knitted blankets and looking at the spread in front of them, Kurt began to reconsider some of his choices. It wasn’t any different from their usual Friday movie nights- his finest selection of soppy romantic comedies and a ridiculous amount of junk food for just two people to share. He had to agree with himself, maybe two cheesecakes and three different types of Ben and Jerry’s was a little excessive, but it wasn’t like they had planned to eat it all at once.

Not most of it, anyway.

He had never worried too much about his eating habits before. Always sticking to a healthy diet of organic, homemade meals- gluten AND GMO free- he had figured that one or two cheat days were allowed from time to time. And, although puberty hadn’t been particularly kind to him by leaving him with the same soft, round cheeks and pitchy voice he’d had since he was six, his metabolism had finally kicked it up a notch, giving him a bit of leeway when it came to letting himself enjoy his guilty pleasures. Or so he had thought, until this afternoon when Coach Sylvester had dragged Mercedes and himself out of Cheerios practice and into her office for a stern warning that they both had until the end of the week to drop fifteen pounds each. Some big magazine interview and photo shoot was coming up and she was pulling out all the stops to make the team look as visually pleasing as possible.

As if he wasn’t offended and embarrassed enough, she went one step further and insulted his girlish figure by calling him ‘Pear Hips’. ‘Pear Hips’! He tried to disguise the hurt on his face in front of her (and Mercedes, because she had gotten it a lot worse from Sue than he did), but once he had gotten home after what was surely the most painful and intense circuit training session she had ever put them through, he hadn’t been able to rip his gaze from the mirror.

Running his fingertips along the smooth plane of his midriff, he cringed at the gently sloping curve that stretched from his waist to his hips. So, he was a little curvier than most guys his age, still carrying the tiniest bit of leftover puppy fat that made him look more childish than he cared for. He reluctantly poked and prodded around his stomach, soft and pale from years of shielding his alabaster skin from the sun, but nothing a couple of hard sessions at the gym couldn’t fix.

With a long, weighted sigh, he pulled his uniform shirt down and stared at his reflection one last time, his eyes swooping up and down his sides. Whilst he wasn’t fat, Sue was right. He could stand to lose a few pounds. And if she had noticed, what’s to say everybody else hadn’t, as well? What if, God forbid, he accidentally forgets to turn around when they were changing later, and Blaine suddenly sees every single imperfection on his body and realises he wanted out of their relationship?

The thought alone made him shudder. Blinking away tears he hadn’t realised were there, he promptly clambered back upstairs to make the trip to the store and pick up their sleepover supplies, smiling unconvincingly when Blaine had asked if he was okay.

Which lead him to where he was now- watching the Princess Bride for the third time this month (it was one of their favourites. Well, one of Kurt’s favourites) with Blaine snuggled into his side, eyes flickering between the screen and the still-sealed pint of Cherry Garcia as he decided whether it would soothe the pain of his perpetual teen angst or just make him feel worse...

“Hey, you’ve barely touched anything,” Blaine said when they were about halfway through the movie. “Are you okay? Do you feel sick?”

Kurt flushed, the tips of his ears burning. “No, I’m fine. I guess I’m just not that hungry, I kind of filled up at lunch.” Bullshit; Sue had them eating nothing but peeled celery and forced them to do jumping jacks whilst they queued to use the water fountain in the cafeteria. He was just glad Blaine wasn’t there to witness him clumsily smacking some poor freshman’s lunch tray twenty feet across the room, splattering tomato sauce all over the walls.

“Oh. Okay.” Blaine shrugged, burying himself a little deeper into Kurt’s side, letting his fingers settle around the waistband of his pyjama pants, gently tugging at the elastic and brushing the bare skin of his hipbone in a way that would have made him shiver with pleasure had it not made him even more incredibly self-conscious than he already was.

Kurt couldn’t keep still when he moved an inch or two over to his stomach, grazing the little bit of pudge just below his belly button. He flinched hard, his hand quickly clamping over Blaine’s to peel his fingers away, suddenly feeling very exposed. Blaine jumped, sitting up a little and looking to Kurt with sad, confused eyes.

“What happened? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, panicking a little.

Kurt shook his head, dropping his hand and pulling the robe tighter around his waist, smoothing down the fabric so he was fully covered. “No, no. Sorry, you just surprised me…” He said, squirming a little under Blaine’s concerned staring.

“Kurt, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” He reached forward and clicked the volume of the TV down, turning so that Kurt was forced to look at him. “You’ve seemed a little off since we both got home from school, did something happen?” He paled. “Is it that Karofsky kid again?”

Blinking, he thought about earlier this morning when he had been thrust into his locker with a snarl for what felt like the hundredth time that semester. “He never takes a day off. But… But, no. That’s not what it is.”

Kurt felt a soft, warm hand slide into his own, squeezing encouragingly. “Then what is it?”

Taking a deep breath to try and alleviate the tell-tale burning sensation welling up behind his eyes, he looked up at Blaine- and then, almost immediately, back down to his lap.

“... Do you think I need to lose weight?” He whispered.

Blaine’s face dropped, completely shocked. Kurt barely caught the little gasp that left his lips before he felt hot, wet tears roll down his pink cheeks.

“No! No, I don’t! Hey, hey,” He paused their movie, using both hands gently cradle his face so he could see him properly, his chest aching when he saw his red-rimmed eyes and trembling bottom lip. “Where’s this coming from, huh?”

“We had Cheerios practice today, and Coach Sylvester took me and Mercedes into her office.” He swallowed, sniffling miserably. “She told us we had five days to drop two dress sizes.”

Blaine sighed, unbridled rage swelling in his gut. As if this poor boy didn’t already go through hell everyday when he showed up at those school gates- the faculty employed to protect him was beginning to turn on him, too? Holding back his angry outburst for later, he rubbed Kurt’s arm reassuringly and allowed him to continue.

The shame and embarrassment from earlier prickled across the back of his neck again, but he forced himself to ignore it so he could share the last, painful detail. “... She told me I had ‘pear hips’.”

“Oh, Kurt...” Blaine pulled him into his arms, hugging him close and rocking him slowly to soothe the shaky breaths coming from between his bitten lips. Taking the corner of his blanket, he gently patted his tear-stained face dry.

“Don’t listen to her. Or anyone who tries to tell you that you’re anything less than perfect.” He pulled away, hands resting on Kurt’s shoulders. “You’re beautiful, Kurt. Just the way you are.”

“But she’s right, Blaine,” Kurt whimpered. “Everybody lost their puppy fat years before high school, and mine just won’t budge. It’s not like doing this every weekend helps, either,-” He gestured towards their feast on the coffee table.

Blaine furrowed his brow, upset that Sue has managed to get so into Kurt’s head about this. He had never mentioned anything to do with how self-conscious he was about his body before. In fact, it seemed to be the least of his worries when things had gotten a little frisky during their most recent make-out session, with curious hands fumbling around underneath shirts in search of warm, smooth skin.

Kurt sniffed. “I’m just worried that you won’t find me attractive anymore if you see what’s hidden underneath all of this…” He plucked limply at the fuzzy material wrapped around his middle.

Blaine’s heart just about broke when he heard that. It was decided; he would find a way to take down this evil cheerleading coach, even if it killed him.

“Kurt,” He took both of Kurt’s hands back in his own, breathing deep and never breaking eye contact. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever laid eyes on. Seriously. I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky. But I’m not in love with you just because I think you’re hot. You’re a kind, generous person. You’re sarcastic and witty; funny and smart… There’s so much more to you than the way you look. No change to your body could ever stop me from loving it, or you.”

The corners of Kurt’s mouth twitched with the tiniest smile. He brushed stray tears from his eyes, collecting them on the sleeve of his button-down pyjama shirt. “Thank you, Blaine. I guess I just got a little too obsessed with what she said.”

Blaine pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose. He had finally stopped crying, but still looked far too sad to Blaine’s liking- and that certainly wouldn’t do. Luckily, an idea had popped into his head.

“Lie down.” He whispered, pushing his own blanket off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a crumpled heap.

Kurt looked at him nervously, but obliged, sliding down the sofa until he was almost flat on his back with Blaine straddling his upper legs. He began to pull at the tie of Kurt’s robe, taking his time to push back the thick, woolly fabric to reveal his blue silk pyjamas.

“Wh-What are you?-” He was cut off by a pair of soft, rosy lips pressing chaste against his own.

“Just trust me,” Blaine said, nosing Kurt’s cheek. “We can stop if you’re not comfortable with it, I promise I won’t do anything you’re not a hundred percent sure of. But I want to help you.” Pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth, he ran the satiny material of his shirt between his fingers. “May I?”

Kurt let go of a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, and nodded.

Blaine smiled, settling back and trailing his fingers down Kurt’s clothed chest before he arrived at the hem of his top. Carefully, he began to undo the buttons from the bottom upwards, the fabric sliding off his sides to reveal an expanse of smooth, pale skin.

Kurt’s eyes flickered around Blaine’s face, anxiously looking for signs of disappointment or regret, but he was instead met with a warm, and surprisingly genuine, smile. Feeling some of the tightness melt from from his clenched muscles, he smiled back timidly.

Leaning forward until his dark eyelashes brushed against quivering skin, Blaine began to press small, gentle kisses to every inch of bare chest he could reach- each one sending a tiny, feathery jolt of electricity up Kurt’s spine. Tilting his head back, Kurt’s eyes slid shut, his vision blurring at the edges as he focused on the tingling sensation that was left behind each time he moved a little further down. Slowly, Blaine allowed his hands to slide up his sides, squeezing lightly as he nuzzled his nose into the soft flesh of Kurt’s stomach, continuing to peck kisses all around his abdomen.

Kurt began to giggle quietly, trying to hold still but unable to help twitching at the pleasantly ticklish touch, all of his panicked thoughts about not being worthy of intimacy starting to fade away. Blaine looked up at him from his current position, relieved to see a smile on his face and chuckling at Kurt’s adorable reaction.

“Someone’s having fun,” He teased, pressing a wet, noisy kiss directly to his belly button and blowing a raspberry, causing Kurt to squeal and shove at his shoulders, playfully yelling that he was the biggest dork he knew. Blaine couldn’t help but break out in a silly grin of his own, giving Kurt a few seconds to catch his breath when he was still hiccuping with laughter before letting his hands slide down to settle over the bump of his hips.

Kurt tensed, the last traces of his smile disappearing. His fingers dug into the plush material of his tangled blanket as he drew a sharp breath in. Blaine noticed, his fingertips swishing lightly across his skin as if to ask permission to touch there. Kurt settled back a little- cautious, but willing to let Blaine carry on with his work.

He didn’t need words to reassure him, communicating only with the delicate, methodical movement of calloused fingertips against baby-soft skin, tracing swirling circles and admiring the goosebumps that shivered to life whenever he found a sensitive spot. Drifting over the curve of his hips, he took note of every fine, blonde baby hair; the tiny freckles that must have escaped his meticulous SPF routine earlier this year; the slight roundness of his hips that Kurt had spent the past few days loathing. Blaine made sure to leave lots of kisses there, storing all of these tiny details to replay again in his head when he found himself caught up in sappy Kurt-centric daydreams during History class.

The apprehensive, worried look on Kurt’s face from before was softening as he lost himself in the sensation of Blaine’s roaming hands, comforted by the familiar roughness of his skin from years of violin and guitar lessons- even though he had tried for months to teach him the wonders of a weekly home manicure. The tension that wound tight around his shoulders was draining out at last, pooling around him as he allowed his eyes to close again and let himself drown in Blaine’s touch, realising it wasn’t so bad to let himself be loved because of his imperfections, rather than in spite of them.

Continuing until Kurt was lax and boneless beneath him, Blaine eventually came to a standstill, pressing one last, lingering kiss to each hip bone. Shuffling back so he was sat on Kurt’s thighs, he looked down at him adoringly.

“So… How do you feel?”

Kurt huffed a little laugh, his eyes twinkling as they fluttered back open and his cheeks glowing pink. He tugged Blaine back down on top of him, their lips crashing together.

“Wonderful.” He whispered when they pulled apart, gazing at him lovingly. “I love you.”

Blaine giggled. There would never be a moment in time where those words didn’t elicit the same schoolgirl-esque reaction from him, no matter how much they wore it out. He wriggled out of Kurt’s grasp, locking eyes with him.

“And I love you,” He said, chin propped up on Kurt’s sternum, poking his already-pink cheeks for effect. “Every little curve and freckle. I love it all.”

Kurt flushed even more, wrapping his arms around Blaine and cuddling him close so the pair of them could bask in the happy, tingly feeling that coursed through their bodies, setting every nerve alight from head to toe. He breathed deep, his nose pressed into Blaine’s shoulder. Glancing over to the TV, he saw the screen was blank.

“Can we put it back on? We’re almost at the end and I want to watch Mirror, Mirror next.”

Blaine sat up, quirking an eyebrow. “Sure we can, but I think it’s time we had a discussion about your Armie Hammer obsession…”

Kurt gasped. “I’m not obsessed! He just has nice eyes! And a perfect smile. And amazing pecs.”

“I knew you only wanted to see him shirtless.” Blaine rolled his eyes fondly. “I’m just glad that my competition always happens to be tragically straight.”

“Hey, he’s not your ‘competition’! And besides, even if he were, you’d be winning.”

“Oh, really?”

“Of course.” Kurt winked. His gaze settled on the coffee table. “Especially if you were to pass me that cheesecake…”

Blaine laughed, kissing Kurt’s smiling mouth before he sat up to grab the remote, looking forward to spending the rest of the evening arguing over who was the more swoon-worthy male lead whilst feeding each other bites of cheesecake and ice-cream, too blissed out to care about all the extra cardio they would wind up doing to burn it off later this week.

#my fic #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #fluff #comfort #body image #boyfriends #cheerio!kurt #dalton!blaine #we're gonna ignore the fact that they didn't exist at the same time #tee hee #tw: body dysmorphia #just in case it's a sensitive topic for anybody <3

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eisforeidolon · 6 years

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Episode: Exodus

What is there to say about this episode, really? It could have been worse? At least we got a brother hug out of it? Oh, look, it’s that part of the season where all the places the arc plot failed get desperately glossed over with even more flimflam? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yeah, I did appreciate the hug and how Sam and Dean had to look away from each other's eyes after and move on to deal with the crap they were still in the middle of. Of course Dean figures it's all good if Sam is alive, even if he comes with such fugly baggage. So there was that good moment. Although it was right after Sam set a timer on his phone for twenty one hours. Which was a rough estimate, not a definitive timeline. Given by Lucifer. You know, Lucifer. Sigh.

The main problem this episode had was that it really desperately wanted to show a conflict for Jack between everyone else and Lucifer trying to win him over. Even if you take out the part where earlier this season Jack said he didn't actually feel anything in favor of him now having flashbacks o' guilt? Which has its own issues in terms of the writers going for innately good woobie Jack instead of anything with more nuance? Everyone in this episode acted as if Lucifer had pulled some kind of angel mojo off-screen to keep them from speaking against him.

Dean just keeps yelling for Lucifer to shut up – without actually giving Jack any reason for the hostility. Sam basically avoids the whole situation, as does Gabriel. Castiel stands RIGHT THERE like a goddamn piece of furniture while Lucifer spews out his same old tired oh-poor-misunderstood-me spiel. They don't have to engage with the bullshit claims about Lucifer corrupting humanity he’s whining about, just say all the shit he personally did! Creating demons from twisting human souls. Torturing Sam for keeping him from his plans to destroy the world. Lying - including to, notably, Jack's mother. There is no real conflict here and you can't make a believable one happen by just having everyone go suspiciously mute for reasons, ffs!

Also, remember all that nonsense in season eleven about how Lucifer turning against God wasn't entirely his fault, it was because he had the Mark of Cain? Remember how we had the Winchesters bizarrely advocate for his ass to make God apologize to him for being such a meaniehead? Except, oh, whoops, when they have their big talk, Gabriel is back to saying that it actually was all Lucifer's fault again. Without any mention of the Mark's influence from him or in any of Lucifer's pity party speeches. LOL!canon.

Then we have the usual crap with Mary, the woman who is desperate to bond with anyone … who isn't blood related to her. The Winchesters were worried all season about saving Mary, desperate enough to risk tearing the fabric of the universe – for reasons! Despite how many other characters they had much closer actual good relationships to they've let go. Here, they finally find Mary - who blithely (and rather insensitivity, considering Sam just died) goes on about how she totally understands how they went to so much trouble! Buuuut, fuck off home boys I will always find somebody I care about more than you! That whole big, cathartic hug and resolve to have a real relationship with each other? Oh, look, the writers turned that clock right back just to give us more bullshit shallow soap drama of the Winchesters being super invested in a Mary who clearly does not actually give a single fuck about them and isn't shy about letting that show. I mean, if I felt like the writers were doing this on purpose, intending for us to feel like Mary is just a deeply shitty person at her core, at least that would be something. Instead they keep trying to insist there's a relationship here both ends care about but, oops, ~*somehow*~ abandonment drama keeps happening! I honestly don't know why I'm supposed to find Mary any less contemptuous than Samuel Campbell. Seriously, why? I question whether she would literally adopt Lucifer before she would be considerate of Sam and Dean's feelings at this point. I don't get why they, or I, should care about her given the givens. AT ALL, let alone to the point of risking reality - or are we forgetting about that whole warning thing from Billie completely? Which is not even to mention the way Mary basically laughs at Dean's concern Jack could go dark side. Oh yeah, the woman who spent last season being duped by the BMOL and schtupping Ketch obviously has superior judgment about things like that! Not to mention the irony of her saying of course Jack will be interested, Lucifer's his father, no harm can come of that! Or are we not supposed to draw a parallel between how much Sam and Dean risked this season in the name of their likewise shit mother for no more substantial connection?

At this point I honestly wonder, does Singer or somebody else on staff have an unholy fuckton of mommy issues? First there was that whole horrible tumor of a plotline with Crowley and Rowena and now this nonsense. Oh, but look, Mary's soooo cool, she's such a “badass” fighter and keeps punching Lucifer in the face, LOL! That totally makes up for it! In short - fuck you, SPN writers, for once again making alive!Mary less of an understandable three-dimensional character than she was when she was dead.

After the reunionating, we waste some time with some random Apocaworld NPCs. Remember how Michael was supposedly amassing his forces at a weak point between realities and was going to break through and attack the regular world at any time? On top of the whole rift spell thing? Time sensitive, nah, the good guys are going to sit here waffling back and forth for a while with some nobodies and a replacement goldfish Bobby about whether they should stay in their burned out world. Who cares? I don't. It’s especially comical following as it does after the previous week’s OMG NO TIME!!! malarkey. Also feel pretty awkward about the celebration at the end, these people are either strangers or strangers wearing the faces of dead friends that they've just randomly invited into their supposedly secure bunker of magical artifacts. Acting like being all blasé about it is not kinda creepy is ... really very creepy.

In terms of the whole Charlie and Ketch on a mission side plot, I think the writers were desperately trying to create some kind of meaningful parallel between regular Cas and Indiana Jones cartoon villian reject AU!Cas. With them both doing the angel interrogation thing and the line about being the same, or whatever? Like, if they can just desperately imply AU!Cas is actually badass then therefore vicariously... Even still, I actually minded this ridiculous IHAVEANACCENTSOI'MADIFFERENTCHARACTER!Cas less than the previous ones? Putting aside the part where it’s complete nonsense that he’s the only familiar angel with the same damn vessel, somehow, for reasons? I could actually see a clueless alternate universe Cas trying to figure out how to be intimidating to humans and ending up doing a bad adventure film Nazi impression.

Bad accent shenanigans and faux depth attempts aside, I did enjoy the rescue scene. Not!Charlie's reaction to being hugged by a giant stranger and Ketch's look and quip at Dean particularly. While I think they missed a bit of an opportunity to make a direct Satan at the wheel joke when they had Lucifer drive the bus, I found it amusing for that nonetheless. I also actually did like the scene between Sam and Jack and Lucifer there as they’re leaving. Putting aside the general thrust of the episode's story and exactly why Jack figured he'd be able to pop off and kill Michael in five minutes or so, it was pretty apt to have Lucifer talk to him about thinking you're doing the right thing and having the right thing go wrong. Of course Lucifer knows all about that - back when he was actually scary, it was how he manipulated everyone. It's almost out of place for how much sense it makes here for him to sway Jack with that reasoning. I also actually liked that Rowena had managed to find a way to bolster the spell and keep it open just that much longer.

Not so much in favor of how, of course, Michael shows up at the very last second. Or how Gabriel offers to sacrifice himself by fighting more powerful AU!Michael with … basically zero grace power. It made no sense at all, made his resurrection to ruin his redemption arc just to give him a different one even more essentially pointless, and literally the only reason Jack didn't stay behind as the most powerful member of their party to guard their retreat was scripted contrivance. More specifically, to have Sam ditch Lucifer so Lucifer will team up with Michael and maybe to Jack be all upset? Which, again, if it happens can only happen because no one was actually willing to tell him exactly why everyone knows his father is a dick. BECAUSE REASONS! So much eye-rolling, so little time.

I mean, it's not like Michael wasn't already planning to come through elsewhere anyway. It's not like they didn't already try ditching Lucifer in Apocaworld once already and saw how permanent of a solution that WASN'T (including how it gave Michael an extra source of archangel grace). It's not like Lucifer is capable of ever figuring out redemption involves real remorse and might actually turn good so there was some real dilemma for him here beyond having to team up with someone he hates. I guess there were actually some people that were all pissed off at Sam on Lucifer's behalf but that's incredibly gullible and weird, tbh. Like, there are people who actually bought all that crocodile tears sad face self pity bullshit? Just … wow.

Anyway, maybe this dumb idea of an ending will have some non-contrived point that comes up in the finale episode that I haven't got to yet, but I seriously doubt it.

#spn 13x22 #spn season 13 #negativity for ts #anti lucifer #anti mary winchester #writer incompetence #long post

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theangry-ace · 7 years

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I care more about the girl in R18 drama cd; another short reviews

God I’ve gone through so many titles and it’s hard to find a series with a good balance of good story, good boys and good ecchi, but unfortunately most are not.

It's not that there's a lack of good ones though. there are quite a lot of them actually. but just that the MCs in most titles are just too... unnaturally passive ALL THE TIME! would it not sell if they made MC more strong-willed and actually would stand her ground and not let herself being pushed around and bullied? I want a title where the MC actually kick some ass. literally or metaphorically, I don't mind, just give me an ass kicking scene!!!! give me a girl who will not put up with the bullshit!

anyhow, here’s the third batch of my reviews. the first and second are here if you’re insterested. I spoil a lot so read with caution.

I found most of these from Airavalky.

Love tranquilizer story: 5/5 icha icha; 5/5 this is bias bc this was my first R18 drama cd. made me notice of sawa manaka. also where I realized finger sucking is my thing lol. I believe this series is still ongoing and has a one or two more other characters but these are all that I’ve gone through. the concept is 'tranquilizing' relationship. each one of them started as casual relationship with no commitment, but later progressed to be something much more. Takemiya Yuki = osanajimi character. he sounds like a insensitive jerk but he actually cared too much about the girl. his story is that he gained a lot of attention in high school due to his basketball and girl decided to keep a distance from him to avoid jealous fans. dude didn’t like it at all but he played along until he just kinda begged her to chose him over trying to pretend they don't have anything to do with one another. second season he had to move away bc of uni and their issue there is adapting with long distance relationship for the first time, and they're struggling to make it work. Houbai Kazuhide = a more matured character from work. he is the one with the finger sucking thing hehehe. they started very neutral relationship but after a drunken one night stand, they thought they'd be sexfriends to "relieve one another's stress". after a while dude gets an omiai and wanted to end the relationship, only later to realize his feelings for the girl is real. second volume for his story is quite realistic couple's problems I enjoyed it so fucking much 10/10 will go back to this just for the drama. Matsuzawa Tasuku (Sawa Manaka) = this was my actual first R18 drama cd so it left quite an impression on me haha. I thought I’d prefer 'manly' voice but actually I like this youthful/playful voice much better. guy is kinda an up and coming celebrity and the girl is his manager. I think at first they're just sexfriends but one time had sex with no condom and thought if girl got pregnant she would have to quit her job and he don't want that so he decided they should be a real couple instead... I think. he speaks too fast for me to understand completely. I’ll get back to this once my Japanese is a bit better.

Madoromi no alice story: 1/5 icha icha: 5/5 don't be fooled by the pretty cover art. not much story in this except a girl sex dream with many versions of her boyfriend, with alice in wonderland as theme. the tokutens are quite intense with the sex though. if you don't know sumeragi mikado, this would be a good place to start... or bad place to start if too much ecchi is not your thing. I’d suggest Kindan Jouji, the host volume instead.

Mikkare story: 4/5 icha icha: 4/5 quite good and sweet story, though the sex takes place in very inconvenient of all places. like, in the fucking elevator????? in a storeroom???? ...but I think I need more from this series. why is there no more of this series? pls tell me there's actually more from this series.

My butler story: 3/5 icha icha: uhhhhh / 5 review: it started out good but kinda made me cringe halfway, especially Cider's. it's kinda creepy like I know the MC is supposed to be a projection of you but the 'grooming'/teaching scene is too... pedophilic-ish to me I couldn't bring myself to listen to the end.

Otona no marchen story: 2/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: interesting concept of the fairy tale but not too complex; just taking the fairytale and put the sex in them. a bit too simple but good nonetheless. I like the peter pan one bc of the lol. the cinderella one is what you called a yandere? i feel so bad for the girl i wish there was another tokuten where she actually escaped from the prince or prince gets less of a possessive asshole.

Otona kareshi story; 4/5 icha icha; intense AF /5 review; sumeragi mikado doing yandere/controlling bf is very scary sometimes but he did it very convincingly. the White side is on the ~gentler~ side compared to the Black. sex scene has variety, uhh, acts? like there's paizuri and mentions of urinating and it's not something i found that in many titles mentioning those yet so... that's something!

Otona tomodachi story; 4/5 (blue side only) icha icha; 4/5 (blue side only) review: this series has two ways how the guy would react, but both started out pretty much the same; they're sexfriends. Blue side, Chasuke's character will try to convince the girl not to go through the omiai and they would be a proper lovers instead. the Black side takes a darker turn I think (yandere route?) but since I don't want to ruin my image of chasuke, so I'm gonna put off from listening to them until my kokoro is ready. not anytime soon at least.

Relacion dulce story; 5/5 icha icha; 5/5 review; this is a very good series that focused on alcohol and icha icha that don't go problematic so this is stress free. vol.1 = this one has a ashikoki scene and the guy makes a very cute do-M chara. vol.2 = younger guy type. he just turned 20 (legal to drink) and they enjoyed a night drinking and sexing. vol.3 (yotsuya cider) = dude is a vet (I think) and when drunk he got loud and bitch about owls lol this one is unique since they talk about getting married and having babies. I don't think I've come across any that seriously talked about this yet so it left a big impression on me. (the only other series that talked abt the same thing is Karepilo's 10th volume (with Hirai tatsuya) where he said he want two kids and want to be the cool dad who can participate in school's sport event ugh that is the cutest god damn thing I ever heard fuck u hirai pls do more.)

Reversible story; 3 /5 icha icha: 5 / 5 review: the idea is its giving you two choices to how the ecchi scene goes; either the guy takes the lead or the girl. my fav is one with domon atsushi bc his oresama character is a real selfish asshole so having the side where his girl handcuffed him to the bed and decided to leave him is very amusing I clapped for the girl lol 10/10 would repeat many times over just to laugh at him hahaha. the iyashi(healing) bf side is very accurately titled.

Rouge et noir story; 5/5 icha icha: drugged and intense /5 review: story's really fucking good and suspenseful. icha icha is intense, understandably it was supposed to be induced by drug. I've only heard of two volumes (kawamura masato & sawa manaka as CV) but there’s also a third and fourth I think. basically girl is a rookie cop and she's one of them to take down a dangerous drug ring. why a rookie for this type of mission, though? I think the whole series focused on one girl but the stories they don't cross with one another. ugh I really really want to buy the whole seriessssss this is the exact amount of thrilling drama and icha icha that I wanttttt

Shinsoku ren'ai story: rape / 5 icha icha; rape / 5 review: rape. the kind where the sex will eventually ~magically~ made the girl fall in love with the rapist and somehow that's okay?? even for a porn??? case 1 (sawa manaka) = he started out fine but he grew increasingly possessive and jealous. he relocate girl's office to next to him, made her move in with him, all without the girl's say. he confined her in his home too. I think this is the least offensive of the three volumes since it ended with the dude stopped doing all that shit to her. well, kinda. case 2 - oh god this is too much rape I get nightmares. girl is the private tutor to the student guy. guy confessed one day but she refused. what comes next is traumatizing so only proceed if you know what to expect. case 3 (sumeragi mikado) - guy is the younger brother to the girl but he forced her to have sex with him, or he would go to her friends instead? I... I can't do this kind of shit. esp when girl eventually just accepts his 'love' in the end. why is this the theme for sexually abused victims??? can't just one of them gets their justice??? pleaseee

Shitsuji no prince-sama story: 3/5 icha icha: 4/5 review: I think it's pretty decent bc I really do like characters using keigo, but this is not very, uhh, satisfying? since they're kinda short. are they from a visual novel or something? not that they're not good; they’re great and I love the CVs here. the butlers will mention they have something to do with another career but my Japanese can't catch exactly why they had to be butlers as well. all I can get is that the girl had to stay in the mansion for two months for some reason.

Souai-sei no eshisu story; 3/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: look, I do not, for the life of me, will ever understand that someone would risk having their loved ones doubt, made them cry, argue or misunderstand that leads to a complete break of their cherished relationship, for the sake of keeping a secret of a fucking BIRTHDAY SURPRISE! JUST TELL THEM YOU ARE PLANNING A SURPRISE DON'T LEAVE THEM ALONE FEEDING THE DEMON WITH THEIR TRUST ON YOU! DO YOU WANT TO BREAK UP OVER A FUCKING BIRTHDAY SURPRISE?! anyway. this is sawa manaka though. not his best works IMO but this might just be me.

Suki ni natte wa ikenai kare story: 3/5 icha icha; 3/5 review; the theme is cheating. guy already has a gf and girl a bf. there's two ways their story would end, 'good ending' as in they break off with their then partners and date one another instead, or 'bad end' as in they sexed for the last time and swear to never see each other again. for this kind of theme I don't mind much, but not something I prefer. I may be aro but I know how much it hurts when ppl decided they would rather lie to you rather than come upfront and being honest.

#drama cd #drama cd reviews

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lovethediseasedkillerpuppy · 7 years

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Hi. Can I just say I think one of the worst things Sam has ever said to Dean was in 8x14 after they moved in to the bunker and Dean made them burgers. Sam says "I didn't think you knew what kitchen was". What the hell? How can you say this to the person who has kept you fed your entire life? The person who went hungry so you could eat? Who was abandoned by his father for stealing food to keep both himself and you fed? How do you say THAT? It happened in S8 and I'm still not over it..

Simple answer; bc Sam is a dick lol. I mean, ik he wasn’t saying it maliciously but when you look at it with their lives in mind, it’s very insensitive. Ironic...considering he’s the “sensitive” one according to this fandom. Not to defend the comment bc it was still shitty for your other reasoning but in fairness, Sam didn’t know John did that bullshit yet. But I’ll add one for ya that should fuel your anger on it; 4x4 when the hunter is talking to Sam about the rougarou: Travis: “You ever been really hungry?” This gets Dean’s attention & he looks at the guy. He wasn’t involved in the conversation, he was looking at papers. Travis: “ I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?” Dean: “Yeah.” This scene breaks my damn heart. I’ve seen it laughed at ‘oh Dean loves food so he’s excited haha’ Another case of hey let’s have Dean be the punchline. But no. The guy wasn’t talking about food. That’s not what got Dean’s attention. He asked Sam about being hungry, really hungry & that is what Dean reacted to. He was talking to Sam yet it was Dean that answered. Bc Dean knows what it’s like to be hungry & go w/o food. Sam doesn’t relate bc he never had to go w/o anything. Dean made sure of that. Sam was THERE. He knows this. Ok, I’ll give him a few years he was too young to understand but Dean got put in the boy’s home as a teen & the food situation was still up in the air when John abandoned them. Sam’s either the most oblivious asshole on the planet or he’s an ungrateful prick. Like the lil shit either forgot their whole childhood when he went away to college or he just doesn’t care that Dean sacrificed for him. The latter may be worse but I ain’t letting him slide for the former either.

Ik he’s being sarcastic with this comment here but Sam actually doesn't know A LOT about Dean. It used to surprise me what things Sam didn’t know about Dean but then it became such a regular thing & lost shock value. They spend almost 24/7 together. It boggled my mind some of the stuff Sam was unaware of. Yeah, they both deserve their secrets but some stuff was too easy. That & the fact that fandom makes Sam out to be some Olympic gold metal brother with a telepathic connection to Dean & that’s not the case.

#prinsessa-dean #dean winchester #season 4 #season 8 #4x4 #dean feels #anti sam winchester #sam can be such an insensitive prick

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wingsporkhalo · 7 years

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A Sporking of “Fate’s Flawed Design”-- an old original story by MysticDelphox97

God bless @mysticdelphox97 as usual for allowing me to go savage on her old stories. You’re the greatest. <333 Thanks also to @icykalismsts for reading this over and offering comments as well! If I only had two readers (which I probably do), I’d be glad it was you two.

What I’ll be snarking about today is an old story of Mystic’s called Fate’s Flawed Design, about a boring and awful OC and her possibly even more awful “friends,” as well as some kind of bullshit backstory about a curse and a famous ancestor?? Idk man. It kind of gets lost in all the angsty song lyrics. It was, of course, never finished. But I hope you will enjoy the nonsense that it has to offer, dear reader, assuming you exist.

Excerpt below; the rest beneath the cut!

Fate’s Flawed Design

Tell me I’m frozen, but what can I do?

Can’t tell the reasons, I did it for you!

When lies turn into truth, I’ll sacrifice for you.

You say that I am frozen…

But what can I do?

~Lyrics from Frozen, by Within Temptation

Wing: At least they're not from the movie Frozen.

Chapter 1: Overview

Friday, May 16, 2025

Wing: THE DISTANT FUTURE!

“Okay, students. I hope you know your assignment for the weekend; figure out a plot for your Creative Writing project. For next week, we'll start writing our story—remember, though, it's only the beginning, so we don't want to start directly into it. Do we all understand?” Mrs. Llaydeu addressed her English class.

Wing: Mrs. Who now?

Every head in the room nodded.

Wing: Including the disembodied one in the back, which floated above an empty desk: a glowing, semi-transparent head of a teenage boy with scraggly hair and sunken eyes. He went by Fred. Everyone had gotten so used to Fred that they hardly paid him any mind anymore.

“Alrighty, then! You're free to head outside,” she concluded.

Everyone cheered and scampered out the classroom door, which lead onto a hill that overlooked the grassy field known as our playscape. I sat atop the hill, looking upon all the kids filing out of one of the three school houses that made up the establishment. Each building taught three to four grades, which shared a playground. I'm currently in the eighth grade, who happens to be some of the best groups of children the school has ever worked with.

Wing: I'm sure they tell that to every group.

The weather today is very hot, almost to the point where it’s extremely uncomfortable.

Wing: So...it's ALMOST extremely uncomfortable...meaning it's...moderately uncomfortable?

I prefer autumn over the insanely warm summer, because you get to wear pretty jackets and long sleeved clothes. And fall is a beautiful season, with all the brown, orange, and yellow hues, although it’s also the same time when school starts. It’s a worthy sacrifice, however.

Wing: ??? What are you sacrificing

Kali: I think the narrator means that having to go to school is a hardship they'll endure for the sake of enjoying fall? I guess? Otherwise it means they'll sacrifice the other schoolchildren to an eldritch being.

Wing: I like that one better.

“Whew! I can't wait until my mom finally opens the pool,” Kyle exclaimed, wiping the back of his hand on his tan forehead. His brunette locks were dripping a bit from sweat, and that was just from the heat.

Wing: Holy crap, the main character isn't alone? Suddenly this dude named Kyle is just there dripping everywhere like something out of Turnabout Matrimony.

That goodness it wasn't humid today—humidity and Kyle don't mix too well.

Wing: THAT goodness it wasn't humid today. But also THIS goodness.

Mystic: ppfffff xD

Wing: And humidity and Kyle don't mix too well because they are of differing states of matter. Also Humidity never gave back Kyle's sweater and he's still salty about it

Mystic: I feel like first three chapters of this story is like, venting my feelings about... whatever I was feeling at the time.

Wing: Also, calling a guy a brunette...myeeeeh...LOL

Kali: Duh, Wing, Mystic's not calling him a brunette, but his LOCKS brunette. He has little anthropomorphized padlocks with brown hair who are sweating profusely.

Mystic: oh you only call women brunettes right? Mystic: or, something like that?

Wing: Yup! It has "ette" in it basically LOL Wing: Calling a dude a blonde or a redhead is fine, but "brunette" is gendered for some weird reason

Mystic: ahhh ok! Mystic: Eighth grader me probably didn't know that xD

He sat down beside me. I let out an exhausted sigh.

“So, what are you doing for your writing draft?” I asked, brushing back my own chocolate-brown bangs.

He pondered a bit before answering me. “Honestly, I do have an idea… but now that I think about it, it sounds pretty stupid.”

“How can anything you write be stupid?” I inquired, laughing. “I mean, you're one of the most creative people I know!”

Wing: "Uh, I have a severe problem with dyslexia, remember? GOD, Main Character, you are SO INSENSITIVE!" the male brunette sobbed, running away to drip somewhere else.

Mystic: PFFFF BAHAHAHHAHAHA

“Well … it's about this race of humans, and they take control of these odd species of animals which they use as weapons against another intelligent race.

Wing: ...Pokemon

Mystic: OH MY GOD Mystic: IT'S POKEMON

Wing: LOL

Mystic: Iluminati theme song starts playing

Wing: ROFL

I haven't figured out exactly what the animals are, or what the opposing race is. It still needs some work,” Kyle told me, with an embarrassed smile on his visage.

“Ooh,” I complimented. “That sounds really interesting. I can't wait to see how it turns out.”

Wing: I like how "Ooh" is considered a compliment. Maybe among monkeys it is, but...

“Me too,” he agreed. “What about you? What are you going to write?”

I blinked. I never actually thought of what story I was to create until Kyle just asked me. The characters are all sorted out, since we worked on that last week, and themes were this week. The only problem was the issue now being addressed.

“Uh…” I started to say, “probably something horror-themed. I'd like to include some romance in it too, though. But, it's hard to incorporate the two themes,” I finally responded.

Wing: Oh really?? Then why do all stereotypical horror movies have makeout scenes??

“Romance? From you? Now that's something, Remy,” he remarked.

Wing: Remy?? Is this a boy or a girl?? Both? Neither?? I'M SO CONFUSED

Mystic: It's a girl, not very well clarified ill admit ^^'

Wing: I've decided to headcanon them as a girl strangely named Remington after the kind of rifle. Her dad wanted her to be a boy Wing: (or a gun, whichever) Wing: Oh, okay! So at least I got the girl part right! LOL

Mystic: full name is Remeleen, I don't know where the fuck I got it from but I liked it because it looks like my name: Rosaleen

Wing: Remeleen?? Doesn't that evolve into Octillereen

Mystic: yes Mystic: and then it Mega Evolves into Mega Octillereen

Wing: Rofl, yes, exactly

Mystic: my god I'm on the second chapter and it just got so dark all of a sudden what the heck

I rolled my eyes at my nickname. “Well, expanding one's horizons is never a bad thing, is it?”

“Never said it was.”

I lifted myself to my feet, and stretched my arms. Kyle did the same, before running off to play soccer with several other boys. Just then, a crushing weight pounced on my back, causing me to stagger forwards a bit.

“Remy! I missed you, girl!” a familiar voice squealed.

Mystic: Okay also apparently Remeleen means 'white antelope'... which is somehow significant to this story. I don't know why, but. I guess I thought it was cool. gdi

Wing: That's okay. The main characters in my story I was writing in early high school were Apollan, Candella, Leandor, Hakaisha, and Aralyn. HOWEVER the fact that they are a phoenix, unicorn, gryphon, dragon, and...human(?) may explain that a little, idk. LOL

“Leaf! Ge' off me!” I choked, because a pair of white extremities had wrapped themselves around my neck.

Wing: Leaf?? What are you doing here. Get back to Gen 3! Wing: Secondly, who the hell says “Ge' off”? Wing: And lastly, “white extremities”? What the heck? Does Leaf have albino tentacles? D:

She finally let go. I turned around, confronted by a jumping, overly-hyper strawberry-blonde girl that wouldn’t be quiet.

“Remy, Remy! Guess what, guess what, guess what?” she exclaimed, waving her hands in front of her tomato-red face.

Wing: "Tomato red face"?? Holy shit, she's having an allergic reaction!!

I couldn't tell if that was from being in the sun or from the exercise she was getting at this very moment.

“What?” I asked, laughing at her display. Leaf eventually calmed down, taking deep breaths.

“You ready yet, Spaz?” I inquired, a smile playing on my lips. It was starting to hurt my cheeks though.

She took one more breath before answering me. “I just, JUST found out that I'm going to be moving into your homeroom class on Monday!” she cried.

Wing: Idk why, but when "Leafie" says she's going to be "moving into your homeroom," I pictured her actually MOVING IN to the homeroom. Like, "I live here now."

Mystic: pffffffffffff omg

“Oh my gosh, Leafie! That's amazing!” I cheered. We both grabbed our hands and began launching ourselves up multiple times.

Wing: One climbed on the other's shoulders and then the one on the bottom FLUNG the other up into the sky à la Catastropika Mystic: "launched ourselves into the air" why didn't I just say they jumped a lot xD Wing: I don't know. That wouldn't have given me the Catastropika image, had it been worded like that, LOL Mystic: pffffffff xD

“So, how come you moved?” I said after we stopped our antic.

“Um,” she started, brushing some of her hair out of the way,

Wing: Oh come on. She's obviously in love with the main character. What? What do you mean, that's not it? SHHHH. YES IT IS. I SAY SO

“well, as you know, I was in a class with all the jocks and the female athletes -- you know, the ones who are very competitive and rather stuck-up? I had a break-down about it yesterday, in front of Ms. Zhanei –thank god her and no one else— and she admitted that it was a bad idea to have put me in that class. So, she emailed my mom about a possible switch-over for rooms, and she replied agreeing to it. Now my classes are arranged so I can be with you and Kyle and everyone else! Tada!” Leaf ended her speech with a pose.

Wing: Was it this one?

Mystic: BAHAHAHHA FJKDNSHMLFKJEJFNB

Wing: I have to admit I am still giggling roflllll

I clapped. “Bravo, Master Spaghetti!” I complimented her with her spy name, for when we play our detective games that started when we were in the first grade together.

Wing: Master Spaghetti has to be the most disappointing Spy Name ever conceived. Missed opportunity to make it "Master Spyghetti" for one thing

Mystic: yeeahhhh, I felt The Cringe hard when I saw that

We basically create our own crime-scene and them we try to solve it. I assumed my White Antelope gesture, which is stroking my fake handlebar mustache.

Kali: This is the White Antelope gesture... why...?

Wing: obviously because white antelopes have mustaches, Kali

“Now that we have solved that crime,

Wing: What crime? The crime of a spy being named Master Spaghetti?

how about we try to spill the beans from our current suspect to the hangover case?”

Leaf placed her hands on her hips. Her voice assumed the “Popular” clique tune.

Wing: Is that in the key of E? Hum a few bars for me; I'm not familiar

Mystic: coulda described it better as shrill and dramatic I guess?

Wing: No, it was the fact that it said "tune" instead of "tone"

“Like, totally! I would, like, so want to annoy the shizzles out of Bernie Bergetti!” She mimicked pulling the lip on her invisible black baseball cap.

I roared with laughter, ignoring the few glances that it received from some of the higher status students.

Wing: So like, that group of Duchesses over there, I guess

Kali: No comment on "annoy the shizzles out of?" =_=

Wing: I...I honestly don't remember that phrase being in there LOL

Kali: “Like, totally! I would, like, so want to annoy the shizzles out of Bernie Bergetti!” She mimicked pulling the lip on her invisible black baseball cap. I died a little inside reading that line I think XD

Wing: OH THAT'S RIGHT also how is the invisible baseball cap black how do you determine the color of a fuckin invisible hat

“But I'm really happy,” she smiled. “I'd rather be in your classes than in the Popular class.”

“Hey, Emmerson! Ryder!” Well, speak of the devil, shall we?

Wing: We shan't.

Mystic: obviously middle schoolers call each other by their last names. of course.

Our eyes traveled to the source of the voice, which led us to the snobbiest group of chicks you've never seen before.

Wing: https://www.cdc.gov/healthypets/images/chics.jpg But...they're so cute...

They were strutting our way. Oh, and this clique was made up of the few sporty girls.

Wing: ............ http://www.punjabigraphics.com/images/11/tennis-balls.jpg okay....

Most of which were in Leaf's previous homeroom.

“Whadaya want, Sullivan?” I shouted at their leader.

Wing: I'm just thinking of Sully from Monsters, Inc.

Mystic: gdi now I'm thinking of that too

Audrey Sullivan. She has brown hair (which the color looks awful because it looks like it’s been dyed),

Wing: UGH! HOW DARE SHE WANT A COLOR OTHER THAN THE ONE SHE WAS BORN WITH!! But no I know what you mean. What kind of person dyes their hair brown though? Isn't blonde the popular choice, if not fire engine red? Like I'm sure people DO dye their hair brown but I never saw it in middle school.

very tan skin, and an unpleasant face to look at. Mostly because it's not exactly attractive, and it screams for a nose-job.

Wing: Good god, the Girl Hate in this story

Mystic: there's a shit ton of girl hate in this story I'm afraid Mystic: mostly towards "popular" girls

And that sultry voice—oh, my god it's disgusting; too much sweet and not enough of it in her soul.

Wing: "Sultry"? Sounds like this is more than just a clash of cliques... ;D Wing: My first thought was this though https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_f_6w_bVKM4

Mystic: PPFFFF HOLY SHIT YES Mystic: Y E S

Wing: The Glinda x Elphie is real

Mystic: tbh sultry wasn't a good word choice ^^'

Wing: And nope. It absolutely wasn't. LOL

Mystic: oh my god I'm reading the third chapter now and I just Mystic: I hate it so much Mystic: nothing in it makes any sense Mystic: all this drama from KIDS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL Mystic: WHY

It's a wonder how she maintained her popular status.

When their group was face-to-face to us, I nearly died from the waft of perfume that hit me.

Wing: Thinking of the scene where SpongeBob has to go through... the Perfume Department.

Mystic: NOT THE PERFUME DEPARTMENT Mystic: and I like body spray now so pfft this is incredibly outdated xD

Leaf's body seemed to shrink as she cowered behind me.

Wing: So like...why is her name Leaf, though

Mystic: it's literally because of the female protag for FRLG lol

Wing: oh my god Wing: rofllllllllllll

Mystic: i did say this was a very old story xD

She had terrible experiences with them in the past, and trust me, it's not a pretty subject. They target her because she has mental disorders, which separates her from them, and they pick on anything that she does. I bet you anything that that's what this is about.

“Nothing bad about you,” Audrey stated. I had to grit my teeth and ball up my fists to stop myself from hitting her.

“We'd like to talk to your friend, if that's okay,” one of her sidekicks explained.

Wing: They sure are polite for bullies

Mystic: my question is WHERE ARE THE ADULTS

Although there really was no need to do that. I have no problem with dealing with these girls; it's Leaf that needs the support right now.

“If you got something to say to her, you say it to me,” I retorted. I could feel Leaf trembling behind my back.

“What are you, her mother?” A rather fat student sassed.

Wing: Ooh, fatshaming, too. What's next, slutshaming? They're in middle school so I'm guessing there will be lots of accusations that so-and-so kissed x many boys

Mystic: ...yeah, there's slutshaming.... Mystic: my god i hated so many things Mystic: yeesh

“That's right, bitch. And if you say anything to anyone else I'll be their mother, too, because at least mothers have feelings for others! And I don't mean that wishy-washy, one-sided crushes or dates, either,” I told them.

Wing: Literally the worst and most nonsensical comeback I have ever seen

The looks on their visages amused me, because they're of shock and bewilderment.

Wing: The tenses in here amused me, because they're suddenly in the present tense. Also LOOKS ON THEIR VISAGES LOOKS ON THEIR VISAGES

I stumped them for a good minute before one piped up:

Wing: Yeah I don't blame them. I'm pretty stumped and bewildered myself about that response

“Well, then, can you answer us as to why she switched homeroom classes?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I can. She felt miserable in the athletic classroom, so she changed it to ease the pressure. And unlike you guys, she's horribly shy and has trouble socializing.

Wing: Gee Remy, don't hold back or nothin'

This is understandable, at least from someone who does understand, as to why she did what she did.”

Wing: Uh...what?

Mystic: i ah Mystic: i got nothin

Wing: Also I like how it's "the athletic classroom" Hell yeah. That classroom is ripped. 2 hours on the treadmill every morning, yo

Mystic: i head that classroom has an 8-pack, that classroom is shredded

Wing: ROFL

“Well, yeah, we know that. But, I want to hear from her, not you,” Audrey said. I got up real close to her face and sneered.

“You don't trust my word then, Sullivan?” I spat. She wiped her face from the saliva droppings.

Wing: "saliva droppings"??? What the fuck, that's awful and gross Also, these bullies are being pretty tolerant, considering this girl is being actually really rude, shouting about her friend's shortcomings, and getting all up in their grill and spitting at them

Mystic: plot twist: the MC is the bully

“No—but I hate being biased.”

I scoffed. “Sure. Like in those drama episodes you construct with your friends to get sympathy from your mom and the teachers?”

“You know, I don't like you're tone, Emmerson,” Audrey pointed out.

Wing: At least she isn't tune

“Neither I to yours.”

Wing: oh my god I hate this main character ROFLLLLL Wing: THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE, REMY

Mystic: GDI Remy

Wing: "Neither I don't like you are tone to yours" is what she's saying basically

Mystic: oh my god that is literally shit

Wing: "Nor I yours" is, I think, what she was going for Wing: that is, "Nor do I like the tone that is yours"

Mystic: oh yeah that makes MUCH more sense Mystic: or, wait, way more sense Mystic: fuck

Wing: Much more sense is fine!

There was a dead silence amongst us. The sounds of the other kids playing were ignored as we stared each other down. It went on for what seemed like an hour, but I knew better than that.

Wing: Did you, Remy? I'm beginning to doubt anything you say you know.

Then, with a final scoff, and a disgusted look on her, she flipped her hair and turned around, her posse close at hand.

Wing: On her. Just...all of her. Covered in that disgusted look. It was everywhere. Also, the bully is again being pretty gracious. She basically said "Hey I wanna hear it from her why she switched classes" "FIGHT ME BITCH RRRRAAWWWWRRR" "Whooooaaa okay sorry didn't realize Mama Bear was here to protect the little cub" "RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWWRRR SOMETHING ABOUT BEING EVERYONE'S MOTHERS AND POSSIBLY A REFERENCE TO HOW MANY DATES YOU GO ON(??)!! [SPITS!!!]" "Uh...ew. Anyway, yeah, why can't your friend speak for herself?" "SILENCE, FOOL!! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW SOCIALLY AWKWARD MY FRIEND IS AND HOW HARD IT IS TO BE SOCIALLY AWKWARD????" "Allllrighty then. Just wanted to hear it from her." "U CALLIN ME A LIAR, DOLLFACE???" "No, I kinda just wanted the whole story." "RRRRRRRRAWRRRRR YOU'RE AN ATTENTION WHORE!! NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS REAL, NOT EVEN YOUR UGLY HAAAAAAAAAAIR!!" "Dude, harsh. I don't like those things you're saying." "I DON'T LIKE WHAT YOOOOOOOOUUU'RRREEEEE SAYINGGGGGGG! ALSO MINE GRAMMAR ARE GOODISH!!" "....A'ight, I'm out. Let's go, guys."

Mystic: basically that's what happens once you take my hypocritical storytelling out of the picture xD

Wing: Basically. LOL

Mystic: jesus why did i think this was any good back in the day, this is terrible xD

Wing: Even if you just have the dialogue by itself it comes off like Remy's a crazy person. LOL

Mystic: i think she becomes a schizophrenic later in the story soo, yeah, kinda messed up in the head a bit

Wing: Jfc. [holds head in hands]

Mystic: y-yeeahhhhhhhhhh Mystic: tbh if this story doesn't give you cancer by the end id be surprised

I turned to face Leaf, whose face was redder than usual. I couldn't tell if she had cried or not, but her body language clearly spoke to me: she definitely was not okay right now.

“Thanks, Remeleen,” Leaf smiled, now relieving herself from the stress those Populars gave her.

“Anytime, Leafie,” I grinned.

The vibrant look faded,

Wing: What vibrant look? It said she smiled, but like, it didn't say she suddenly looked Okay or All Better or anything

and when she spoke, it was rather choked. “You know … I wish I could be brave like you, Remy.”

“Brave? Leaf, I'm not--” I began, but then she cut me off.

“Well, at least you have the courage to stand up to the popular clique! I can't even do that! I cower at even the slightest glimpse of them!” she yelled. I was taken aback-- why was she mad at me?

Wing: Uh, maybe she's just frustrated at her own weakness? NOT EVERYTHING'S ABOUT YOU, REMY

Mystic: ohhhhh boy you're coming to the really angsty part of the story Mystic: buckle up it's gonna be baaaad

“Leaf--” I stuttered.

“I know you'll usually be there to stand up for me, but there's gonna be a day where you're not here and they're gonna target me. And what'll I do then? Cry? Run away in shame? I hate doing that, Remeleen! And I can't defend myself anyway, because of my damned disorders, and being so fucking socially awkward!

Wing: Okay, like, as someone with disorders also, can I just say how ridiculous this is She's basically saying "I am a little baby who can't speak for myself." If her anxiety was THAT crippling she'd probably be in special ed or homeschooling. And also, I was plenty capable of defending myself usually. I was bullied a LOT, but I had my ways of handling it

So no matter what you say, or what you do, IT’S NOT GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN!

Wing: Uh, okay, but...what isn't?

Mystic: i honestly can't exactly explain the purpose of that dialogue tbh. maybe i was venting again? in a very unclear way apparently xP

Wing: LOL Maybe.

It's not like you can write in a book or whatever and whatever you write down will come true!

Wing: http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/82e8563ff1b434c4aec200497f0fef6c/http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy135/RowennaandPittie/the_Death_Note.jpg

Mystic: OH FUN FACT: original plot of the story is actually similar to death note

Wing: …Oiy... Wing: So basically, her friend is like "Thanks for helping out, friend! :D" "Oh yeah sure no prob" "OH MY GOD YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING FOR MYSELF!! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!! I HATE YOU!! [runs off crying]" "...wtf"

Life doesn't work that way--instead, it throws shit into your face until you crack and start to shut down. That's what's gonna happen to me someday, Remeleen. Just you wait.” After her rant, she left, stomping with every step.

I stood at my spot, stunned, feeling my own tears bubble up inside me.

Wing: yo, if she feels tears bubbling inside her, I think she should see a doctor

Mystic: everyone in this story needs doctors tbh Mystic: they're all insane i swear

Wing: like, actually insane, not fictional insane, which is "cool" and "edgy" Wing: (It irks me when people write about mental disorders just to make things interesting or portray mental illness like it's hip or cool. > >)

Mystic: Yeah, that portrayal irritates me as well.

Wing: It's like Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way cutting her wrists all the time. She doesn't actually want to die. She doesn't even want someone to help her. She just wants to look edgy. Shit or get off the pot, Enoby

Mystic: although apparently that's what happened somehow in this story [shudders] Mystic: oh good lord

Leaf had always poured her fears and beliefs onto me,

Wing: Sounds messy

Mystic: BEEP BEEP HERE COMES THE CRINGE TRAIN

but not with this much emotion. I knew what she had to deal with for her whole life: a mom with two of Leaf’s younger half-sisters,

Wing: Leaf's a mom with her two younger half-sisters??

Mystic: Leaf has a mom and two younger half sisters ^^' coulda been worded better

Wing: Ohhh ok Wing: I was like "isn't she too young to be taking care of orphans" Wing: Suddenly, Leaf's entire history

Mystic: yup, all condensed into a paragraph summary Mystic: which i thought was somehow necessary

who believes that Leaf isn't trying hard enough, even though she knows about the disabilities she has; a stepfather who is kind on the outside, but has a quick temper and a stern voice on the inside; and a real father who has slept with every woman imaginable and treats Leaf like crap every time she visits him. Good god, she nearly got raped by him six years ago when she was seven years old, which got him into jail and she never saw him again. Even though he apologized, because that night he was drunk and all, she absolutely refused to see his, and I quote, “dirty, disgusting face again.” Leaf told me about almost everything that happened to her in her lifetime; and I listened. And most times, I couldn't get a word of advice to her because of how awful or sad or horrible her experience was. All I really could do was hug and cry with her. The only happy moments Leaf ever had were when we had our sleepovers, or when I invited her for a family vacation if my parents allowed it (which, they have always done).

Wing: Jfc

I really do want Leaf to be my sister, because when she's not depressed or angry, she's the best friend a friend could be--maybe even more.

Wing: More than a friend? :D

She's funny, supportive, a great team player, amazing with younger children, and really creative. If she was my sibling, we could be twins, and have so much fun together. We could play with Amy, my little sister, and our Akita/Husky mix, Rocky, all the time. Amy absolutely adores Leaf, and even calls her 'sister' when she sees her. My parents love Leaf too. They know as much about Leaf as I do and they see her as another daughter. They just about love her almost as much as me.

“Oy, Remy!” I heard Kyle's voice. He ran up to me, his forehead even more drenched with sweat. It must have been from playing soccer with his friends. “Hey, what happened to Leafsters?

Wing: “Leafsters”

She looked awful upset running into the building,” he said.

I was about to answer when the bell for the end of school rang.

“I'll tell you when I get home,” I told him. He nodded as we raced into our classroom.

I got to my locker and began putting my materials inside. I had only gotten three needed subjects in when the loudspeaker clicked on, announcing for the pick-ups to head to the school's front entrance. Five more minutes until the first bus wave is called.

I thrust my English folder into my backpack and then reentered my homeroom. I left it on my desk to search for Leaf.

Wing: She left her entire homeroom on that desk. That must have been a huge desk

I slipped between the classrooms, hoping to find my best friend. I have to catch her before she departs for the first-wave buses … because she needs to know. She just has to know that I'll always be her person to cry to, to laugh with, and to always buddy up with when doing team-projects. That she'll never be alone, as long as she's got me, even when I'm not there. Leaf may not have a cell phone, and neither do I, but there's a kind of telepathy link between us that acts like an instant messenger, so we can tell what we're thinking most of the time.

Wing: ..................Sure, honey

But this is something that has to be communicated though words.

I spent almost the entire five minutes looking in all three of them when the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Leaf would've gone to the Resource Room. It's considered the “safe haven” for special needs students … like Leaf.

I was just about to head out from Mr. Gorgon's room,

Wing: Mr. Gorgon?? That poor man. I wonder if people are afraid to look at him

which is just across the hallway from it, when the announcement that I've been dreading clicks on:

“PLEASE DISMISS FIRST-WAVE STUDENTS RIDING BUSES ONE, THREE, FIVE, AND SEVEN!” the woman's voice projected, sounding like a sonic boom.

Wing: I highly doubt her voice broke the sound barrier LOL

Mystic: definitely broke my ear drums plenty of times hahaha xD

I hit myself mentally in the head. Idiot! Leaf’s on the first wave! Now what? I cursed in my mind.

Wing: Okay, you said "bitch" earlier and Leaf said "fucking." What part of your thoughts right there were curses??

Mystic: very good question Mystic: and i have no answer thank god

I began to search frantically through the crowd of seventh and eighth graders, now filing out of the rooms and out to the bus pick-up circle. I caught Leaf’s fluorescent-blue tee shirt emerging from the Resource Room,

Wing: What the hell is fluorescent blue

Mystic: uhhh, very bright blue? i guess? pfft Mystic: course i coulda just said bright blue

Kali: Maybe it's literally a shirt made of fluorescent lights...?

Wing: Holy shit that sounds uncomfortable and also capable of causing burns

Kali: Appropriate for this story.

Wing: PFFFF

and I knew that I had to get her attention. But with all the kids talking, my own voice was drowned out.

“Leaf!” I shouted anyway, clapping and jumping. Her face found mine.

Wing: I knew they were gay!!/kidding

I then pointed to myself, made a heart with my hands, and pointed back to her. I knew I had succeeded because she smiled brightly and laughed as she disappeared through the glass double-doors.

Wing: That was easy.

I did a small fist-pump when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found one of my other friends, Marybeth. She’s half African American, but she has straight black hair with brown natural highlights. Not like Audrey’s fake dye.

“Heya, Mary,” I greeted her as we slapped our hands together. She smiled me a picture-perfect white smile with colorful braces.

“Remy, my friend, you are so going to love me,” Marybeth replied.

“What for?” I asked.

“I,” she takes a dramatic pause, “got both of our names in for volunteering at the Northern Vet Clinic!”

I was stunned. “…Seriously?” I gasped in delight. “Marybeth… you ARE AMAZING!” I cried.

Wing: Apparently, Remy and I have different definitions of the word “amazing.”

Marybeth shrugged, the bright grin on her visage never ceasing. “I know,” was all she could say.

“Hey, mind if I join in?” Kyle approached us.

“Well, look who’s tardy to the party,” Marybeth mocked, rolling her eyes.

Kyle chuckled and rubbed his forehead. “Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to be late.” Oh, I think I forgot to mention the fact that Marybeth and Kyle are girlfriend and boyfriend.

Wing: I literally do not care.

Suddenly, the room comm. beeped on again:

“PLEASE DISMISS SECOND-WAVE STUDENTS ON BUSES TWO, FOUR, SIX, AND EIGHT.”

Kyle, Marybeth and I raced back to our rooms to collect our backpacks (or in Mary’s case, her book bag),

Wing: ????? What??? is the difference????

then we made a mad dash out the double doors. As we arrived into the bus pick-up area, we were greeted by four long, yellow, revving engines.

Wing: So wait, not only were the engines yellow, but it was JUST the engines waiting out there? I'm no expert on car mechanics, but I don't think that would work very well.

Kyle parted from us and went to bus 2 as Marybeth and I turned tail and headed for bus 8.

Marybeth and I claimed a backseat and settled down as the other kids began to board onto the bus.

“So, when do we start volunteering?” I inquired to Marybeth. She took out her iPhone and started looking at some songs.

“Well, we have to shadow a vet first to get the feel of the environment.” As she said this, she handed me a sheet. Obviously a permission slip to shadow a veterinarian. “After that, the vets will select a few people to volunteer once for one day. Before you do, you have to take a test of basic veterinarian knowledge. And then after the volunteering, they make you take another survey about what you saw and what you liked and disliked. And then, poof—you’re selected based off the surveys,” Marybeth finished explaining. Then she popped her ear-buds into her ears and began to blast music.

I took out my own MP3 Player and began to play my own media. As I listened to the random selection of soundtracks, I dosed off,

Wing: What no, don't mess with the dosage of your medicine, Remy

the warmth of the day soothing my nerves. The mighty vehicle rattled as the bus driver put it into drive and began to pull out of the bus-circle.

Wing: "THE MIGHTY VEHICLE" THO OMG

Mystic: AYE Mystic: THE MIGHTY VEHICHLE Mystic: AS FORETOLD BY THE PROPHECY

Kali: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmmLtPEsRZw

Wing: oh my god

The music that lulled my brain slowly ticked away the time, since it took the bus a near hour to drop me off at home. I woke up as it hit the familiar bump that came ten minutes before my stop. I looked over at Marybeth, who moved to another seat and was lying on the cheap leather, asleep.

The bus finally came to a stop near my house. When I leapt off the final stair, the doors closed behind me with a hiss. As it pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Marybeth waving to me,

Wing: I guess Mary's waving in her sleep

which I returned. I only stopped when the vehicle rolled out of sight, the acid stench streaming from the exhaust pipe.

I began to hum a made-up tune as I skipped to the door, catching the blue color of my mom’s Subaru Forester. I let myself into the house, throwing my bag on the floor nearby. Immediately, the scent of cleaner perfumes hit me full force.

Wing: I don't think that's a thing.

Clearly, the cleaning lady had just left.

“Mom, I’m home!” I called. My mom had always been a stay-at-home person, because she has this thing about the house being robbed if she wasn’t there to look after it. She could get a job, having got her Bachelor’s Degree in college, but her OCD of the house is so bad she refuses to get one—which, as of late, has led to my parents arguing often. My mom also has it over Rocky, because she’s afraid he’ll make an accident indoors,

Wing: “Look at this accident! I made it all by myself!! :D”

even though he’s very good with using the doggy-door my dad installed for him so he could go into the backyard and do his business.

“Remeleen?” my mom responded. She came from the corner of the kitchen door frame and approached me. “Oh, there you are—the bus came later than usual, I was worried there had been something wrong,” she said. Another example of one of my mom’s many obsessive thoughts.

“Mom, I’m fine. Stop being such a worry wart,” I joked.

She sighed, although a nervous smile still played on her face. “Well… what can I say? After Charlie had that accident…” Her voice choked and she stopped, a saddened expression taking over.

Charlie is my big brother, who’s in his second year of high school. Three weeks ago, some drunken bastard decided to t-bone his bus at a cross-light.

Wing: Must've been a pretty tall car.

The outcome was really bad—almost all of the people on the bus were injured, but Charlie got the worst since the car t-boned the side where his seat was. He got cracked ribs, an open fraction in his leg, and several breaks in both of his arms.

Wing: Not really sure what an "open fraction" is, or how Charlie's leg had one

Mystic: oh I've almost had one of those. it's basically when the bone breaks thorugh the skin

Wing: Wouldn't that be "open fracture" then?

Mystic: if it's a closed fracture it's when the bone breaks but the skin is still intact Mystic: wait Mystic: did i spell it as fraction

Wing: You did, my dear.

Mystic: whoops

Charlie is still in the hospital, and for how much longer I don’t know. They have to keep him there to keep a close eye on his wounds, perform rehabilitation therapy, and reapply the bandages and casts. I hope he comes back soon, though.

“Mom, Charlie is still alive, isn’t he? The doctors and nurses are taking good care of him, and he’s a natural fighter. Don’t you remember when he was little—you have to because you told me this story—when he was only four years old? He drank the Orange Glow in the bowl that the previous housekeeper left on the ground, thinking it was some kind of juice. The people at Poison Control thought he wouldn’t make it… and guess what?” I left that for her to answer.

“I know…I just worry a lot, that’s all,” Mom defended.

Wing: Charlie: I'm gonna become a mathematician!! There's math inside me! Remy: That's great! Charlie: It's in my soul! It's in my blood! Remy: Go for it, bro! Charlie: It's in my bones!! Remy: That's the spirit!! Charlie: No!! I mean really!!! It's iN MY FUCKING BONES AAAAAH I NEED AN AMBULANCE Remy: FUCK

Mystic: PFFFFFFFF BAHAHAHAA OH MY GOD

“Well, I’m still alive, and you don’t have to worry about me all the time. Things in life always happen when you’re not looking, whether for better or for worse,” I reassured her.

Suddenly, Leaf’s rant came back to me:

“…No matter what you say, or what you do, ITS NOT GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN! It's not like you can write in a book or whatever and whatever you write down will come true! Life doesn't work that way—instead, it throws shit into your face until you crack and start to shut down.”

Will that really happen to you, Leaf? The last thing I want to see is for you to just vanish off the face of the Earth, not knowing what to do or how to react.

Wing: Well, in fairness, at least if she vanishes off the face of the earth, you won't have to see her reaction.

“Oh, speaking of which—where’s Amy?” I asked.

“She’s sleeping over Tanya’s house today, because, you know, it’s a Friday,” she responded.

Wing: Sleeping over her house. Like, in a giant hammock above the roof.

“Oh, alright. Well, I’m gonna work on weekend homework—fun, right?—up in my room. I’ll take Rocky for his walk after supper,” I said, grabbing my backpack and marching up the steps.

“Okay, honey.” My mom’s voice sounded tired, and sad. For one moment, I felt like I should’ve done something. But the feeling fled as my air-conditioned room called to me, and I obliged.

I just want to feel alright.

The times you don’t want to wake up,

cause when you sleep it’s never over when you give up.

The sun is always gonna rise up.

You need to get up, gotta keep your head up.

Look at the people all around you.

The way you feel is something everybody goes through.

Dark out, but you still gotta light up.

You need to wake up, gotta keep your face up.

~Lyrics from Face Up, by Lightsa

I deeply apologize for how long that was! Maybe I should have split it up, huh?...Well, in any case, I hope you enjoyed it! More to come soon!

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