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arminsumi · 9 months

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it's the hair.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 ⋅ fem reader

NOTE: lol this is just a dum fluff drabble i wrote instead of studying

SUMMARY — your childhood friend and classmate satoru positively kills you with his new haircut. but he misunderstands your reactions and behaviors, thinking he did something wrong.

WARNINGS — lowercase used, not proofread, misunderstandings between u n gojo, angst if you squint ??

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

you've been eyeing out gojo all day. he's not sure what to make of your expression — it's something mixed between comical worry and genuine distress.

"what? what is it?" he keeps asking you each time you give him the side eye look-over. "do i have something on my face?"

"no. it's nothing." you reply curtly.

he squints skeptically at you.

from class to class, he ponders alongside suguru. did he say something? were you mad at him? was it because he stole your soda from the vending machine yesterday? but he always does that, so why would you be mad now? maybe you were just not feeling well? did you not sleep well?

and suguru's ears flooded with all these theories.

"did i say something to y/n? she's acting strange today."

his best friend stifles a smirk. "dunno, did you?"

"i think she's mad at me. was it because i stole her soda? but y'know it's not my fault we like the same soda! and i promised to buy one for her next time!"

suguru now lowers his head into his arms, resting on the desk, trying so hard to keep his laughter in.

"maybe it's the weather — probably the flu — yeah, definitely the flu. i'll go get something for y/n at the store, d'you need anything, suguru? what! what are you laughing at!"

"nothing, nothing. i don't need anything from the store, thanks — unless maybe something spicy that catches your eye. 'better run quick, store's gonna close soon."

satoru furrows his brows in confusion, and eventually his entire expression becomes serious, like an old philosopher in deep thought about the universe. but it's not the abyssal void beyond the stratosphere that's in his thoughts, no, it's you — you're pervading his entire mind as he walks across the roads of tokyo, to the station, and boards the train.

holding onto the handles as it shudders and sways, shoulders taught as they always are when he's in thought. were you really sick? what if he did something bad? maybe it was nothing at all, and he was just overthinking it. maybe it didn't even involve him. did it have to do with suguru? or perhaps you were upset about something in the past, something irrational and long-forgotten, like the fact that he didn't attend your 7th birthday party. it's not like he had a choice, his parents barely allowed him to visit your side because they didn't want their prodigy son hanging out with...

he texts you.

satoru — are u home yet

he stares and waits for you to come online, then watches as those three dots move up and down and you start typing.

you — no why

satoru — where are u

you — bridge

satoru — what are u doing

you — lol so many questions

you — the sunset looks rlly good today i'm taking pics

satoru — wtf without me??

you — lol sorry didn't think u wanted to waste ur time watching the sunset

satoru — see u there

he's just boarding off the train, coming through its doors, when he texts you that. thank the benefit of his long legs for speeding to the store in time before it closes. he picks up your favorite.

when you see him come into view, you're waiting with your arms draped around the railing of the bridge.

"trying out for the track team?" you laugh, as he practically runs up to you. "did you run this whole way?"

he's catching his breath, clutching a plastic bag of goodies.

"are you sick?" he asks.

"what? no?"

"i thought you might have the flu." he's asking with genuine concern, it's bizarre. he usually doesn't talk like this unless he knows he's in trouble with you, or if something's really wrong.

"i'm fine." you blink, "i've just been watching the sunset. you missed the best part."

"i didn't know you enjoyed sunsets."

"why didn't you invite me!" he groans, coming over to assume an oddly attractive position by the railing. he slacks against the metal, leaning his weight on it. he lets the plastic bag with yours and suguru's favorites in it thud to the ground.

the cityscape is so pretty, and yet he's still prettier, you think.

"i don't care for them." he admits, "but of course i'll enjoy a sunset if you're watching it with me."

you look at him. he's not even facing the sunset. was something on his mind? you can hardly theorize, because you're giving him that peculiar look again.

he catches you looking at him, "what!"

"what?"

"did i do something wrong?" his breath is stable now, "are you mad at me?"

"no? why d'you think I'm mad at you?" you ask confusedly.

"because you keep lookin' at me like that!"

"like what?" you feel your cheeks warm up.

"like something about me is offensive to your eyes."

you break out laughing. "no! i'm not — it's not — you misunderstand me, like always..."

"what the hell?" he whines, "is it nothing serious? i've been worried. you've been looking at me weird since sunday and — oh... OH MY GOD."

you giggle, chin pressing on the railing. "did you just realize something?"

"is it the haircut!"

"it's the haircut."

"why do you not like it!" he fumes, that familiar satoru playfulness coming back now as he was put at ease knowing he didn't upset you. "you know it cost a lot, 'n i styled it and everything."

"i didn't say i didn't like it! it's the opposite."

"so you like it? then why do you look at me like you're having an internal crisis?"

you groan, "because you're giving me a crisis! you know i'm weak for undercuts!"

he shuts up. his heart races a bit. oh, so he misunderstood you not a little bit but entirely. oops. now why didn't he realize that his haircut would have this effect on you? when he subconsciously went to get an undercut because you mentioned you liked them in passing one school afternoon.

"oh."

"you're so dumb, satoru."

"well sorry!" he rolls his eyes.

now there's silence. he stops leaning his back against the railing and turns to face the final stages of the sunset. the streetlights come on, one is gleaming not too far from you two. it casts a dreamy light on his hair.

it really is a good cut, and it's styled in such a way that... well it gets your daydreams going, let's just say that. and here gojo was worried when he came out of the salon, thinking it was too short now. truthfully, it was a bit short compared to his other haircuts, but he wore it well. of course he did.

"so you like it?"

"i love it."

"well if you love it, then show it love." he teases.

"what on earth d'you mean?" you laugh shortly.

"fluff my hair." he says.

"no way, lice-boy."

"hey!" he pinches your cheek in retaliation, and your reaction endears him as much as it always has since you two were kids. "that was one time, i haven't ever had lice again."

he pouts. you look over. he is pouting. pouting. he's a nineteen year old boy pouting about not getting his hair fluffed by his childhood friend who he maybe sorta kinda has a crush on.

and then he encourages you. he leans his head on your shoulder. his hair tickles your cheek.

"damn. you're like an attention-starved cat." you joke.

he places your hand on his head himself. the brief warmth and glimpse at the size difference between his hand and your hand made him giddy.

you ruffle his hair lightly, and then he wears a satisfied smile. now early night has settled. it's quiet at the bridge except for the distant city sounds and lull of the highway.

"i was really worried that i did something wrong." he admits.

"i'm sorry."

he sighs, snuggling your shoulder. there's a nice silence between you and him.

then he breaks it.

"hey, i didn't say stop fluffing." his deep voice reverbs in your chest. he's playful and lively, but you can tell he's also tired from running all the way here.

"you're a menace." you tell him.

"but you like me, right?" it's more of an insecure question. he wants to hear you say it back, not as a playful joke.

"of course i do."

"good, good."

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 11 months

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“Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” review:

Short review

“Uncharted 4” hit the same story beats, but better. I’ll give the movie a 6/10.

Long review

As the final chapter in Indiana Jones’ life, I have mixed thoughts. Is it because of the time travel? No, I was actually fine with that. Indiana Jones has always had some element of weirdness, ranging from the supernatural to literal aliens. My issue with this movie is that, as the final chapter in the series, it felt…underwhelming.

It’s strange because the movie was sorta hitting all the points it needed to hit. They had the emphasis on Indy being old, the passing of the torch to Wombat, the return of other classic characters like Sallah and Marion, bringing the Nazis back as the villains, and so on. James Mangold was hitting the points he needed to hit, which makes sense since this is the guy who gave us “Logan”.

But the problem is, Indiana Jones isn’t Wolverine. I think Indiana Jones, as a character, is unsuitable for the type of somber, deep character study that the movie was trying to do. This is a character who was made to represent light-hearted escapism, and you could see that by how the first three movies never went too deep or too serious with Indy. Even “Crystal Skull”, with all its flaws, didn’t do that. So now we have “Dial of Destiny” trying to shift gears into darker, more dramatic territory and it just doesn’t hit.

For example, the reveal that Mutt Williams got killed in the Vietnam War. It’s a reveal that’s too dark and sudden to really leave a lasting impact, especially since the next scene afterwards is a thrilling dive to a shipwreck. You just want the movie to slow down and let these moments sink in. But the problem is, if the movie slows down, it stops being a fun Indiana Jones movie.

So, we got a problem here. Was there ever a way that the writers could’ve solved this clash of conflicting tones?

Now I will say, I think there’s a version of this story that COULD HAVE worked. Like I wrote, James Mangold was hitting all the story beats he needed to hit. It’s just that the story needed:

Yup. I’m gonna say this with full sincerity; “Dial of Destiny” would’ve worked if it was centered on Indiana Jones and Marion Ravenwood going on one last adventure. You can keep Mutt Williams dying, because that would mean the story would be about Indy and Marion reconciling with each other. Going back to my short review, the more I thought about it, the more that “Dial of Destiny” felt like James Mangold’s attempt at making an “Uncharted 4” movie.

Just like “Dial”, the fourth “Uncharted” game centered on an aging Nathan Drake getting pulled out of retirement for one last adventure. That game managed to actually be BOTH somber and lighthearted. You’d have scenes where Nathan is riding around a motorcycle and spewing one-liners, followed up by Nathan having a deep conversation with Elena.

But here’s why I feel “Uncharted 4” worked while “Dial” didn’t. Naughty Dog knew that in order to bring Nathan’s story to a proper close, they needed to center it on the main cast. In fact, one of the best sequences in the entire game is literally just Nathan and Elena driving around the jungle talking about their lives.

“Dial” doesn’t work because the story is centered on Indy, his goddaughter who we’ve never seen before (and whose father is a new character), and this random kid who was pretty much Short Round 2.0. And it’s frustrating because the BIGGEST dramatic reveal of the movie was Indy talking about his dead son and his divorce. Sorry to Phoebe Waller-Bridge but that scene should’ve had Marion as the focus. In fact, it gets even more frustrating since Mutt’s death means little to Wombat as a character. She didn’t know the guy, the most she could’ve felt in that scene was, “Sorry for your loss, goddad”.

Even the presence of Wombat and Teddy are frustrating. Wombat could’ve easily been rewritten as Marcus Brody’s daughter (or if you wanna be spicy, she was Willie Scott’s daughter with Indy, making her Mutt Williams’ half-sister). Teddy could’ve been Sallah’s son. These may seem like small changes, but at least there’d be a stronger connection to the past. Since it’s Indiana Jones’ last journey, this movie should’ve been more rooted in Indy’s past adventures, even if the connections are more with legacy characters.

So, yeah, it’s a mixed bag. “Dial” is a movie that is supposed to be closing the door on Indiana Jones as a character, but doesn’t really accomplish that due to its detachment from the past movies. It’s a movie that’s too somber to be a lighthearted adventure, but too lighthearted to be a somber character study. And what does that mean for the end result? A movie that’s just okay, but doesn’t really justify its existence. Could’ve been worse, but you wish it was better.

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magicratfingers · 5 months

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Progress report ! ૮ ºﻌºა ✨ kind of a work-in-progress diary for myself. v indulgent.

intense world of dick terrifying - goin good! got a main character, some supporting characters, figuring out the big rivalry today. Gotta figure out a format. I was thinking of basing it off of the Day at the Airport book bc it's only about 11 spreads but there's a lot going on on each one. Could leave it a comic but I also want it to be printable hmm catnips cantrips chooseyer-by-mail test - learning a lot! the world-building has been reallllllly fun - like the kind of fun where you want to go a little deeper bc you like it not bc you have to. perfect situation. Gotta resolve the mix between the DM roleplay and the actual postcards. Made and branded a whole gmail account and character to handle lost postcards - Pizza Kentucky III of the Isekai Post Office. Haven't been keeping up with the blog. But the blog is supposed to be more of a holding container than a 'thing'. One thing I did not expect to be learning was spreadsheets. Keeping track of names and addresses and choices and paths has given me a new perspective on pacing and structure. Also? Been a great excuse to finally play with UV epoxy and it's so straightforward that I'm mad it took me so long. media thats not just webcomics - dunmeshi is out!!! Laios my beloved. Still afraid to find and read Kotteri's Veil bc it will make me too feelings. Started reading books I loved as a kid (Redwall!!!) and some story craft books (found an NPR list somewhere) WRHP s2 - started to feel like work but changing up the backgrounds freed me up, feels fun again Sorcerer comic - paused while I wait for fashion inspiration to pull the ending together Emotional support paladin - paused till I feel like it. It's got such a specific delivery style that I don't wanna force to get the story out, so i gotta wait for some story aspects to firm up Bonnie & Clawd - more of a character study than a comic - fun to practice cutie pies cuddling. But... how DO birds and wolves smooch. Saw a youtube video about how ravens and wolves are friends and work together. So perfect. Valentines day thing - got some supplies coming tomorrow, gonna try out my idea. If it works maybe sell it? If it doesn't work, oh well, probably will learn something. Wanted to make perforated cards and stickers but got a little overwhelmed thinking about printing. Might just do a digital thing if an idea comes to me. Been wanting to make holographic stickers but when I sit down to think of a motif it feels stressful. Maybe I just test the Poodle Broadcasting System logo? I've always loved the aesthetic of valentines day but never felt like it's been delivered right. I certainly never felt indulged - something is always a little not-cute or too-cutesy. Think it could be really fun to have it be an annual 'surprise box'. I lost my halloween fam in the schmivorce so I could use a holiday to go crazy on. (For years I would drive out and help build a whole haunted house in a garage and it was like a week-long party with great food and movies and laughs. Sad to lose it, sadder still to know it was so easy for them to lose me. ) Dishupon - ok not as many players and responses as I'd hoped. But that wasn't really the point. Point was to invent some sanrio-y characters for fun - which i did. And I will also say that the exercise of coming up with a variety of cozy, fun, silly, spicy ways to think about dishes has made MY dishes mostly effortless. Even made a little foam clay Tiger coach and he's sitting on the window above the sink. Perhaps I will think of a game to get my car inspection done.

Overall January is great. Granted, it's the 4th. Had my ten year work anniversary (idk how old everyone thinks I am but it's Not 20) and got to 1010 followers on twitter on the same day. And the new d20 is out on the 10th so that felt real nice and square. Bit worried that all the good vibes I built up over holiday vacay will get smashed when I'm put on a new work project. But i feel like I'm about to level up a little bit art-style wise. Feelin grateful, feelin warm & cozy

#process #progress report #posts feel more real than journal entries do

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callmemana · 1 year

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 3: Beautiful In Flight

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett (OC)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Baylie ‘Lucky’ Steele ( @bayisdying ) (OC)

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky ) (OC)

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Grace ‘Spicy’ Bradshaw ( @mtnofgrace ) (OC)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Alana ‘Cinco’ Metcalf ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Word Count: 5K+

Summary:

🚨 Warnings: nothing just angst & fluff

A/N📋: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

Thank you @mrsjaderogers for proof reading!

Bird and Lucky text back and forth for the next couple of weeks as Baylie tries to get her a spot on the squad for a few months.

As for housing, Baylie is being incredibly generous and letting Bird stay with her and her husband, Mickey.

Birdie has tried to convince Lucky that she’s okay with just using on-base housing, but she wouldn’t hear any of it.

She had to pack her old Chevy with everything she and Ozzy'll need for the next six months while in Miramar.

As the days get closer to when they leave, Bird has mixed emotions, should she be nervous, scared, excited?

She really doesn’t know.

Most likely, Bird will start feeling excited, but the closer to Miramar, the more nervous and scared she’ll get.

Which isn’t good for Ozzy.

Ozzy, the best dog a girl could ask for, really understands her emotions and feels them too.

He wants to comfort her, but its kind of hard when she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling.

The days leading to the drive were chaotic to say the least.

Bird had to rush to get things done before she left and honestly, didn’t give herself enough time.

She had to put all of her things that aren’t coming with her into a storage unit and that took pretty much all week, she had to get her mail forwarded to the new address, and a bunch of other adult things.

Driving was the worst part in her opinion, the long hours of just sitting and trying to keep herself awake, even with five coffees in her system.

Ozzy, the cutie, just slept the whole time, making her very jealous.

When Bird finally arrived in San Diego and pulled into the Garcia’s driveway, Ozzy’s head lifted from the backseat and he started to bark as soon as he saw a woman, who Bird suspects is Lucky.

She got out of the car, trying to meet her half way in the middle, Oz follows her out of the driver’s seat soon after and runs up to Lucky to greet her with puppy-kisses before Bird can even shake her hand.

Lucky bends down and excepts the kisses, giving him scratches along his ears and back.

“Oh look at the good boy! What’s your name buddy, huh?”

“Ozzy, come here bub. Sorry about him, we were trying to teach him manners before everything happened, and its just slow going without his favorite trainer.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. I love animals, dogs especially.”

Lucky smiles and wraps her into a tight hug, “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Bird excepts the hug, “It’s so nice to meet you too, I can already tell we’re gonna be the best of friends! And thank you so much for letting us stay here, If you need any help around the house or anywhere, I’ll be more than happy to.”

“No, you're a guest, the only thing you're gonna do is relax. I can’t wait for the other girlies to meet you, I can just tell they’ll love you as much as I do.”

  “The other girlies? Where I’m from, its mostly dudes. I’m more than happy to meet some more strong, confident, female pilots.”

Lucky leads her into the house, “Oh yeah, there’s so many female pilots at this base. We have Cinco, we call her Cin, then there’s Mama Dragon AND Mama Whiskey, who will adopt you immediately.”

The pair stops at the front door to open it, then once inside and in the kitchen, she continues.

“Spicy, a bartender at our bar, who is the actual love of my life, but unfortunately married Chicken and is currently carrying his babies. Mouse, she’s quiet but she’s awesome. There's also Phoenix, Bob’s front-seater, and just like Halo, she’s also a badass pilot and doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

“Oh wow, that’s so many people. I’m not really good at remembering things. Also, did you say Chicken?”

Lucky laughs loud and hard, “Yeah. We have an aviator here named Rooster, but we call him Chicken to make him mad. Don’t worry about names, it’ll get easier when you meet them.”

“Ok, I’d hate to accidently get a name wrong, I’ll probably annoy you with how much I ask who is who.”

“You’ll learn quickly, the girls and I are known as the Chaos Squad on and off of base. So you’ll hear our names yelled a bunch.”

“That sounds so fun, does Bo get into any of the shenanigans that y’all do here?” questioned Bird.

“No, mostly the guys stay out of the chaos, but sometimes we do get them involved.”

“I have a question about your husband, I know that when we were texting you kept switching between ‘Mickey’ and ‘Miguel.’ which do I call him?”

“Oh, well we all just call him either one. So it doesn’t really matter.” replied Lucky.

The two women didn’t hear the car drive up the driveway, they were too busy talking and learning about eachother, but Ozzy did.

The front door opened and a male voice boomed out, “Cariño, I’m home!”

A couple of seconds later, the barking started and Ozzy greeted the new friend at the door.

“Oh hey buddy! Lucky did you get a dog?”

“Ozzy! Come here bubba! Come on, leave him alone,” soon Ozzy left Mickey and raced to his owner.

Mickey followed the pooch and met the girls in the kitchen, where he finally saw the surprise that his wife had been so secretive about.

“Hello, I’m Miguel. Most people call me either Mickey or Fanboy. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bird held out her hand and his engulfed it, “It’s nice to meet you too Mickey, I’m Amanda Hallett. I have a lot of nicknames, so, I’ll just tell you my callsign, Birdie.”

“That’s a beautiful callsign, who gave it to you?” asked Lucky.

“Um, actually Bo did. I am always singing or humming songs, and I hate being caged, so Robert called me Birdie.”

“Why do you call him ‘Bo’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be called that.” questioned Mickey.

“I didn’t want to give him the usual nick names that ‘Robert’ goes by, so I just shorted ‘Robert’ to ‘Bo’. But I also call him ‘Bam.’”

“Bam?” the couple smirked.

“OH, that’s a story! I don’t know if I should be telling y’all this, But when Bo was a toddler, he had super blond hair, mostly white and he always carried a hammer around with him.”

She sat down in a nearby chair before continuing, “ He’d go around the house and hit things, and it just reminded his family so much of Bam-Bam from the Flintstones, that he was nicknamed Bam-Bam.”

“Oh my god! I will one hundred percent be using that to bother him while the paperwork is being filed this week.”

“Oh please do, also if you could, could you please hum ‘Heads Caroline, Tails California’? It’s my favorite and he knows it, I wanna make him sweat before we see each other again.”

“Mickey, I love her. I can’t wait for her to meet the Chaos Squad.”

Mickey rolls his eyes at his wife, “I will need something stronger than beer to get me through this if you introduce her to the other girls. You don’t need anymore chaotic females in our group of friends.”

“I know that that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, but babe, you're wrong.”

Bird covered her snicker at Lucky’s reply.

“Do you need help unloading your truck Bird?” questioned Mickey, ignoring his wife.

Birdie nodded, “That would be amazing, thank you Mickey.”

“It’s no problem, I know how tiring it is to drive long hours.”

All three went outside and for the next couple of hours, emptied Bird’s belongings from the back of her truck.

By the time they were done, it was nighttime and Lucky had ordered pizza and wings for everyone.

Ozzy whined and used his adorableness to get human food from the new people.

“Ozzy Samson Hallett-Floyd! We don’t beg at the table, go lay down.”

Begruduly, Ozzy hangs his head and goes to the living room, laying on the floor by the couch while the others eat peacefully.

When dinner was over Bird fed Oz with his dog food and once he was done, they took their nighttime walk.

After the walk had ended, Bird showered and put on an old bootcamp shirt and some black spandex to go to sleep.

She was just getting comfy in the bed, when she realized that Ozzy wasn’t in her room.

Birdie quietly went around the house and called, “Ozzy, Oz, come ‘er boy!”

She was just in the hallway, starting to enter the living room.

Mickey heard her, propped himself on his elbows and replied, “Your dog is in our room snuggling with my wife.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mickey! I’ll go get him.”

She turned to go when he stopped her, “It’s okay, Lucky’s been wanting a dog for a while, so this can get her off my case for a couple of weeks anyway.”

“But it’s your bed, you’ve been up for hours and you probably want to sleep in it more than sleep on the couch.”

Bird turned to move again, and Mickey could faintly see the letters on the back of the night shirt, ‘R. Floyd.’

Mickey shrugged, “Birdie, I’m fine on the couch, really. It’s no big deal to me where I sleep as long as I get a decent amount of hours.”

“If you’re really sure, then I’ll go to bed.”

“I’m more than sure Bird, go to bed. Goodnight.” smiled Mickey.

“Goodnight Mickey, thank you for letting me stay here with y’all. I appreciate it,” said Bird as she made her way back to the share bedroom in the Garcia house.

The next morning she slept in, then after her morning routine, took Ozzy on a morning walk.

Bird didn’t have to be on base for another couple of days and when she did, all she had to do was sign the papers to stay and join the squad for the upcoming months.

Since she had the time to relax, Bird took the day just walking around the town and spent a couple of hours on the beach with Ozzy playing fetch.

When Bird got home, well into the afternoon, She felt a little stressed about how reuniting with Bo will be, so she raided the Garcia’s pantry and got the ingredients for homemade brownies.

She didn’t pay attention to the clock, so it was a surprise to say the least when Mickey and Baylie arrived home.

Even with Ozzy’s barking.

“It smells delicious in here! What are you baking for Bird? We told you you didn’t have to do anything for us as a ‘Thank You’!” asked Lucky as she entered the kitchen.

“It’s homemade brownies. I should’ve probably told you before, but I’m a stress baker. I will pay you back for all of the ingredients I used up. I’m so sorry.”

Mickey waved her off, “It’s okay, Mi casa es tu casa.”

“I at least should’ve asked first-” she muttered under her breath, taking the dessert out of the oven and placing the pan on the stove top.

Lucky cuts her off, “Bird, seriously, its okay. We don’t mind sharing and its worth it ten times over if these brownies taste as good as they smell.”

“Well, we have to wait at least fifteen minutes for it to cool, but after you can have as many as y’all want.”

“I can just tell that us being friends will be the best thing ever, I mean, we have so much in common!”

Mickey knew where this was going and rolled his eyes, “Cariño.”

“We’re both from the Midwest, love dogs, chaotic as hell, you love to bake and I love eating! It’s a match made in heaven!”

Bird laughed, “I think our friendship will be very good too. I can tell that you love your friends with all of your heart and would do anything for them.”

As the trio waited for the brownies to cool, they started to watch a movie and talk about nothing and everything.

Ozzy began laying on her lap, but would look over at the couple and then give her puppy-dog eyes.

Bird whispered, “I know bub, I miss snuggling with him too. I think that Lucky would love for you to visit and snuggle with her.”

He took that as permission, and trotted over to the husband and wife, cuddling up close to Lucky, and laying his head on her lap.

Birdie sighed quietly and snuggled up in her borrowed blanket, mind wondering to Bo more than paying attention to the movie or conversation around her.

“Birdie…”

“Birb…”

“Bird…”

“Mana…”

“Amanda…”

She was too in her head, but was quickly snapped out of it when a pillow hit her in the side of the face.

“I’m sorry, what were y’all needin’?”

“Would you like a brownie?” asked Lucky, trying to get up with Ozzy still on her.

“Um, yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem! Miguel, go get us some brownies please.” she ordered her husband.

Mickey just rolled his eyes as he got up, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Lucky before going to the kitchen.

“I’ll get you back for that!”

Bird gave a sad smile at the couple’s shenanigans, being reminded of all that Bo and her got into themselves.

“Bo and I used to be like that, we had nerf gun wars after work to settle who would do what chores.”

“That sounds so fun! Who had the best shot?” asked Mickey as he reentered the room and handed out the treats.

“I did, but I think he let me win to see me happy. He was always doing things just to see me smile. Whether that be being an idiot by making up words for a song, or starting random dance parties.”

“I’d love to see a carefree and goofy Robert Floyd.” commented Mickey, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, he’s never really anything but shy. Maybe a little sassy every once in a while, but other than that…” added Lucky.

Bird looked at them as if they had two heads instead of just one, “He hasn’t been sassy with y’all? I swear that boy always had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue along with an apology for me when I got in trouble.”

“Really? Then it's gonna be so much more fun for us when you reunite with Bob! I can’t wait for his reaction,”

“Maybe we should let them have privacy when they reunite, Bay.”

She rolled her eyes, “But I wanna knowwwwww…”

“I agree with Mickey, I’d like some privacy when we talk. Like I’ve said before, we didn’t exactly end it very well and I don’t know what his reaction will be to me being in San Diego, let alone on the squad for a couple of months.”

The couple nodded their understanding, “We get that, and will let you guys have the house if you want it.”

“No, it’s okay. We can go out and talk, it would probably be better if we did anyway. Thank you though.” Bird grabbed Lucky’s hand in a friendly way, showing her thanks.

Throughout the week, Bob was slowly getting more aggravated with the what he thinks are hints as to who the new member is.

Monday at lunch in the canteen as the squad was eating and talking bullshit, Lucky had her face stuck in her phone again, not paying one lick of attention to the talk.

“What are you doing there Lucky?” Bob questioned as he took a sip of coffee.

She glared at him, “Nunya fucking business.”

He holds up his hands defensively, “Wow, okay. It was just a question Luck.”

“Mi Corazón, why are you being rude to Bob?” asked Mickey.

“I’m in the middle of important business with a possible new squad member.” stated Lucky, aggravated at all of the questions thrown her way.

“New squad member?”

“Anyone we might know?”

“Which base are they coming from?”

“Are they any good?”

“Yes, a new member will be arriving soon, I don’t know if she’s any good, and I’m not telling, its a secret.”

Bob didn’t like the secrecy about the new member, especially if Lucky was the keeper of said secret.

She was known for being a little shit and would hold this information above their heads for as long as she could.

All day Bob’s gears had been moving, trying to figure out who this new member might be.

Usually Lucky would just tell them straight up who would be joinging and give them the basics about who they are as a pilot.

When Mouse joined the team, she told them pretty much everything she could so they would know her skill set and how to behave around her.

Bob had a hard time sleeping that night, mind too focused on putting the pieces together.

Which was beyond hard with the little she gave.

But what he didn’t know, was that he knew everything about her already and so much more than the others will ever know.

Tuesday, as they were getting ready for training, Lucky walked up to him and started a suspicious conversation.

“Hey, Bob do you like birds? I do, Snow Bunting, Indigo Bunting, Bald Eagles, House Sparrows, House Wren.”

Then She pretends to think a little more before she smiles and adds, “Oh and I can’t forget about Cardinals!”

“What made you think about birds Luck?”

“I woke up this morning and saw one outside my window today, pretty much all week too. Thought you would like to know, you know, as a bird lover.”

“I never said that I loved birds, I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about animals during the months we’ve been a team so far either.”

She shrugged, “You seemed like the type of person that liked birds, sorry for assuming.”

And then she just walked off, as if the conversation never happened at all.

The others were so confused as to why he had been in a sour again.

Every little thing pretty much set him off.

Maverick even had to take him aside and calm him down.

Wednesday was one of the worst days in his opinion.

He had been slowly getting more and more aggravated by the topics that Lucky had been using the last two days.

He didn’t want to be reminded of the terrible thing he did, and her bringing up these subjects, wasn’t helping him at all.

Wednesday, they were in the common room, bullshitting about their plans this weekend.

“Maybe I should take an early lunch and check on the pupper, whatcha think Mickey?”

“I think that the dog is fine, and you should eat during your lunch break and not go see the dog, because we both know you won’t be coming back afterwards.”

“Did y’all finally get that dog you wanted? Asked Rooster.

“No, we’re dogsitting for a friend while she’s out of town, I have pictures if y’all wanna see the pupper.”

The whole squad said ‘yes’ and we all crowded around her and her phone.

As soon as he saw that first picture, the color drained from his usually tan face.

That looked exactly like Ozzy and he could practically feel his heart break further and further the more pictures he saw.

But it couldn’t be, because Lucky nor Fanboy had ever met her before.

They couldn’t know about her, he kept her close to his heart and would never share her with the squad.

“He is so adorable and I love him so much. He’s been cuddling in the bed with me at night.”

“Wha… What… What’s his name?” he questioned, voice slightly wavering.

“Oh, it’s Hendrix. The friend is a huge Jimmie Hendrix fan.” she shrugged.

Bob was in his head the rest of the day, thinking about her.

‘Maybe I should contact her?’

But he didn’t, no what he did when he got home was grab the Jack Daniels and photos from his closet.

The next day, he was a little hungover and he could tell that the other’s saw that something big was bothering him.

They just didn’t know how to help him get out of this funk.

Thursday, was no better than the day before.

Bob seriously thought that he was either going crazy or that his conscience was playing tricks on his mind and he was associating everything with Bird now.

He was minding his own business walking down the hall when he passed by Lucky and stopped immediately.

She couldn’t be humming that song, he didn’t even think that Baylie knew it.

Sure, it’s a popular 90’s country song, but Luck hasn’t once mentioned that she liked that genre.

Yes, she’s midwestern, but after a while you forget the songs you grew up with and then you hear it once and it's stuck.

“Fuck…” Bob groaned, grabbing the attention of everyone on the squad.

“Baby On Board, did you just… curse?” asked Hangman.

The accused man just glared at him, “I’m an adult Hangman, I can curse whenever I want. Just because I usually don’t in front of y’all doesn’t mean that I can’t.”

“We never said that you couldn’t man,” commented Rooster.

All of the other aviators where more than surprised by his aggravated mood, except for Lucky and Mickey who couldn’t stop smirking at him.

“Why mad all of the sudden?”

“Yeah man, did you forget something?”

“We just wanna understand why your mad.”

“None of your business,” and with that, he walked off.

The squad looked around at each other, all wanting to know why, only to see Fanboy and Lucky’s smirks.

“What did you guy do to Baby On Board to get him in this sour mood?” questioned Phoenix.

“Nothing as far as I know, I was just humming a song.” she shrugged.

“What song?” asked Coyote, brows furrowed in thought.

“Just ‘Heads Carolina, Tails California,’ I haven’t heard it in years and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Maybe it reminds him of someone?” asked Payback, arms folded over his chest, looking around the squad.

“Maybe, but who?” voiced Rooster.

“We might never know, he isn’t exactly forthcoming of his life before moving here.” shrugged Mickey.

“He did get angry earlier this week when Lucky mentioned something about birds.”

“Why the hell would birds have put him in a bad mood?”

“Maybe he was attacked by one when he was younger and just hates them now?”

“Nah, because that doesn’t explain the song.”

“Unless it was an ex that loved birds and that song?” questioned Phoenix.

“So, what I’m hearing is that Baby On Board could have an ex. I didn’t think he could get a girl, so I’m just surprised that he has one.” voiced Hangman, but winced quickly afterwards.

“Don’t be rude! Not all men are players and assholes, Bagman.” she said as she smacked Hangman on the arm.

“Well geez Phoenix, we don’t really know the guy! He could be a player too!”

“I highly doubt that,” commented Payback.

“Yeah, have you met the man, he’s the sweetest!”

“Can you really say that if we don’t know anything about him?” stated Coyote.

“He’s never says anything about his life in Lemoore!” added Hangman.

“He’s a private person, we all have the right to keep some things to ourselves you know.”

“I know. But if it's bothering him this much, and taking his mind somewhere else while we’re training, I think we should get to know about it!”

“Leave it be, he’ll let us know when he’s ready.”

And on the fifth day, she finally rested.

Lucky had called in sick, if she really was, no one but her husband knew for sure.

Bob couldn’t be more happy that the antagonizing wouldn’t be happening today with Lucky gone.

He needed a day off from her and her hints.

But Bob did forget about the other part of the Garcia’s.

As the day started, he thought that Fanboy would be hinting every second he got, only to remember that Mickey isn’t like that.

The only thing that Fanboy did do, was smirk everytime he looked over at him.

Bob couldn't wait for the day to end and go home or maybe go to the beach to watch the waves.

When the work day was over, the guys grabbed and pushed him into the back of Rooster’s Bronco, and drove to the Hard Deck.

Once they arrived, they let him out and lead him into the bar.

“What are we drinking tonight Floyd, Jack’s or water?” questioned Rooster.

“I can order for myself, y’all just go to the back. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok, but we’ll be keepin’ an eye on you,” added Mickey.

The other men went to join the others as they were at the pool tables, like usual.

“Hey Penny, can I get a water and peanuts?”

“Sure Bob,” she turned around and gathered his drink and snack.

“Could you do me a favor and put this on Hangman’s tab?”

Penny smirked, “Sure thing, out celebrating or he pissing you off?”

“Both, everyone is lately.” groaned Bob.

“I’m sorry to hear that, here you go.” she handed over his order and pats the bar.

He made his way to the back and sat in his chair, taking a sip of his water.

“Wanna play eight ball,” offered Rooster, holding a pool stick out for him to take.

Bob shook his head, “No thanks, I’m goin’ to finish these and then go on a walk.”

Rooster shrugged and asked someone else to play.

As soon as he was done, Bob wipes off the crumbs and sets the empty cups on the nearby table, and exits throught the back door.

When he was far enough away, Bob stopped in his spot and sat down.

Bob was just enjoying the view when he was pushed over in the sand and his glasses fling off his face.

“Ozzy! Oz, leave him alone! I’m so sorry sir, We were just playing fetch-”

That voice brought back everything he didn’t want to remember.

“Amanda?”

“Robert?”

“Wh…wha…what are you doing in San Diego?” he stuttered, Ozzy kissing his face.

“Um, your friend invited me. She said that you weren’t doing too good after the mission.”

Bob groaned, “That makes so much more sense why this week was Hell.”

Ozzy calmed down as soon as Robert started to pet and talk to him.

“They were giving you a lot of trouble?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I thought I was goin’ crazy with all of the hints Baylie was dropping.”

“That might’ve been partially my fault, I did tell her to hum my favorite song one day.”

“No, I couldn’t blame you for anything. Bay just likes to stir shit until it boils over.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“You never answered why your here.” he commented.

“Bay said that you weren’t doing so good and was worried about you. She said that it might help if I came down and cheered you up.”

Bob laughed, “Of course she did. I’m fine, you can go back to Lemoore now.”

“Actually I can’t, I signed a contract and I’m stationed here for the next six months,” Bird drew back as she waited for his reaction.

He just laughed again, this time more sarcastically, “That’s just fucking perferct ain’t it! I went away and now you follow me here? I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I don’t care about you anymore Amanda. I left because of you and I thought you’d be smart enough to stay away. I guess not.”

“If this is how you’re gonna treat me while I’m here, then maybe I should just tell Cyclone that I change my mind.” she declared, tearing streaming down her face.

“Fine by me, I could care less about what you do.” he got up, dusted the sand off of himself, and stomped back to the bar.

Robert let the tears slide down his cheeks as he walked, he wouldn’t show her how much he missed her.

Not after the way he left things in Lemoore.

Once back at the Hard Deck, Bob grabbed Lucky and Mickey by the arms and dragged them to the parking lot.

The others saw that his face was flushed red with anger.

“I just saw someone that I haven’t seen for a while and I don’t want to see! You have no business interfering with my life, you should’ve kept it to yourselves.”

“You seemed really depressed Robert and I won’t appolize for being worried about my friend!”

“You haven’t been the same since we got home from the Uranium Mission, we were just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your help! If I did, I’d ask for it! And last time I checked, I never did!”

“How bout we all calm down and then have this conversation. It’s not a good idea to talk while angry.”

“No Mickey, he wants to talk here. Why so mad about her being here? What happened between you to that was so bad that your acting this way?!”

“I broke her heart, there. You happy? I got the orders to come back and I couldn’t leave her in Lemoore, so I did the one thing I thought would get her to stay away.”

“Why are you so stupid?”

“If you still love her, tell her! She’d say yes in a heartbeat.” stated Mickey.

“I…can’t not after all that I said to her. I was a total jackass towards her the last day in Flordia. I can’t even forgive myself, so how can I ask her too.” he muttered, head down and hands in hair.

“We can help get your girl back, just like y’all did for me when I almost lost Baylie.”

“But, to do so, we need to know what happened. All of the details.” added Lucky, nodding to her husband’s words.

“Robert, I saw the way you looked at that picture of you two on the tarmac.” Mickey grabs him by the shoulders, comfortingly.

“That’s true love, and I know that if you really love someone, its easy to forgive them for their mistakes.”

“Maybe she will.”

“Just have hope,” offered Lucky as she brought him into a hug.

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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The second one hour special I'm doing this week. I know, I know, you're all just as excited as I am! Delicious Party PreCure! I do believe it's time for our final dish of the night! And boy oh boy, is it a big one!

A very solid season of PreCure, I say as a... relative newcomer to the series. Certainly a delectable time all around. Love our heroines like the little sisters I never had, the villains were all interesting, the side characters are fun and likeable, the music's very lovely, the world we got to see is super nice... I can say that I look forward to seeing it all conclude.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Hot damn, okay! Getting right into it!

-For being so outta practice, Mari-chan's really kicking ass. ...must be muscle memory. Finale's keepin' up pretty great too.

-And there she is. The lady of the hour, Cure Precious!

-Time to lay some down smack.

-Well Godatz, it's been nice knowing you, but you is a defeated man.

-No time left for hesitation!

-A quick snack before smashing!

-Legendary Warrior Pretty Cure! Multiple of them! And Mari-chan too!

-Gonna miss this opening, it's so infectious.

-Spicy's bread is a bit flaky, it seems.

-Yum-Yum actually caught this man off guard, you love to see it.

-Fuckers stole our rice!

-The cats!

-BIG cat!

-Gatos.

-Everybody thinks about cats.

-Finale's firing time seems to have gotten faster as time goes on.

-"Ginger left it for everyone!"

-"That was his mistake!"

-Ohhhhh, it's mixed up.

-He's going to morb!

-Holy shit, Behemoth.

-Welp, he's gone off.

-Double beamed.

-Didn't even faze him.

-We've truly been stomped.

-What a cruel man you've become, Godatz.

-Kome!

-They speak.

-Pam!

-Mem!

-That's a very lovely sky.

-Suppose all that kindness and good spirit would prove too much for any curse.

-Nyaaaaa

-Holy shit, the panda

-Spiritoru?

-Narshe!

-"Is it broken? I'll fix it for you, son."

-Gohan wa egao!

-Re-energized!

-Seems Takumicchi's hopped right in.

-Look at all them cattos.

-"Funny you ask, funny noodle girl. It's because Master Godatz couldn't have done it without me."

-Well, here comes our final bowls! Of rice, noodles, parfait, and... sandwich ingredients. ...perhaps Spicy makes a mean salad out of 'em?

-Seeing you off at breakfast with a delicious smile and a plate of omurice! Cure Precious!

-Meeting up for a fun lunchtime with the sandwiches we made. Cure Spicy!

-Dinner at the noodle joint! Cure Yum-Yum!

-Soothing your gentle heart with a sweet and fruity dessert! Cure Finale!

-Delicious Party Pretty Cure!

-Those cats are putting their hearts on the line for the sake of justice.

-Yuin...

-Arigato. Precious.

-Ironic that Fennel, who could never let go of his master's decision, tells Yui to leave the words of the past where they are.

-Nobody's ever really gone, Fennel.

-Your heart is breaking for that power that was never really yours.

-Oh hello Seccy.

Amane: Oh, look what the cat dragged in! Seccy: Fuck you, this future is mine too.

-Rip that smile back out of the behemoth's claws!

-Oh shit, new insert?

-Up you go, Mari-chan.

-Pamu-Pamu Pan Fried Barrier! Served up Koko-neechan style.

-Seems Mem-Mem gave it that little bit more effort for ol' Ranchi.

-Holy shit, Takumi's a strong boy to keep up with Amai-kaichou like that.

-Oh?!

-"I will

-HOLY SHIT HOW MANY KILOCALORIES IS THAT

-Pretty Cure! Stuffed Belly Punch!

-United States of Smash Gomu Gomu Gear Fourth Galactica Phantom Falcon Punch.

-Kome-Kome!

-Smiles! Sharing! Passion! Justice! All very based things to base your power on!

-One last Light My Delicious for the road.

-Down you go, Fennel-san.

-Oh. That's the end of the episode.

-Gonna miss this ED an awful lot too.

-Next episode's our finale, yes?

-Fennel down the endless sea of light.

-Poor Fennel-kun.

-A lost little boy who couldn't see what was right in front of him.

-I can hardly forgive or absolve you for the things you've done. Especially since... well, we've got a whole bunch of people like Godatz in the real world, but...

-Pat by the cat.

-Myaaaaa

-Have some rice, old man.

-Hot and ready.

-Suppose I wouldn't have asked for this series to end any other way, huh?

-Everybody's smiling brightly once more.

-You did it, Pretty Cure!

-One last time for the road!

-Food Bacc

-Thank you, Ginger-san.

-Oh cool, everybody's back in business.

-Pipipiiii

-Gently and gorgeously!

-Oh shit, student council pals!

-Yeah, you have a good day at work, Amai-kaichou.

-Hanamichi Clan! How are we doing today?

-Get out there, Ranchi!

-Pipipiiii!

-Kokonee-chan, your parents have done a wonderful job with Isuki Island. You must be very proud of them, as I am of you.

-Friendship~!

-Cat dog!

-You can just... do that!

-And the humble Nagomi folk. Trying out some vegetable rice.

-Green pepper~!

-Takumicchi with the save!

-Jumbo smile.

-Awww... headin' on home, huh?

-Well, you fairies have made many-a wonderful memory.

-Aw don't say that Takumicchi, I think it's nice how much they love each other <3

-Let's get cookingdom!

-"Thank you Dad."

-A whole buncha nerfing! ...a very good idea, actually.

-We deed it.

-This whole operation would've been impossible without the fox, dog, and dragon.

-A grand celebration! Doing a ton of that today.

-Cerfeuil!

-BIG Cake

-Round cake

-Right in front of me.

-Who do you think this cake could be?

-Candle-lightless.

-Cerfeuil, keep trying sweetie. You'll get it.

-Gonna Cure the cake.

-Can hardly think of a better way to use our powers, myself

-Awww, Supi-kun <3

-He seems so much happier free from that awful power.

-Oh!

-You are some big kids too now, eh?

-"Lookin' good, sister!"

-Suppose Seccy got put into one of those Swedish prisons and not the dungeon like Narshe did.

-"I brought cake :)"

-"...one strawberry, that's all."

-Ganbaru Ganbaru!

-You missed hangin out with Seccy, huh Narshe?

-And there is Mr. Fennel.

-Not a lot to say to you. Just reflect, consider, and sort yourself out.

-Admiring the strength of the Legendary Pretty Cure. That's something anyone can do.

-Suppose the ancient heroine stays in the past, letting the new generation take on their own legendary status.

-"A bond is a deep connection that can never be broken. Even if apart, heart and heart are still connected."

-No matter the distance. No matter if dead or alive. No matter how long it's been or how distant the memory. That irreplaceable moment...

-Give your mom a hug, Kome-Kome.

-Pamu-Pamu, Mem-Mem, you too.

-Amane's eyes shine with love too.

-Ah, spring... hot, polleny, and about time for the fiscal year.

-Meet every last lucky cat.

-Blocked, son.

-Oh! First shot, privilege!

-Come ooooon, Takumicchi! You gotta go.

-Tomorrow awaits us.

-Mari-chan has truly earned the love of his people.

-Seems the former Bundoru gang have taken to their reformation process very well.

-Fresh!

-Joy!

-Well then... I suppose my year in Oishi-Na Town is over. It's funny, I feel a little sad, and yet... well, it's not like I'll never see you little gluttons ever again, right?

-Takumicchi, you be good to Yuin, y'hear? It ain't cool to make a girl you like cry. Her friends love her as much as you do, you know.

-Amai-kaichou, I'm very proud of you for pulling yourself together. You've found justice not just for yourself, but the people around you.

-Ranchi, wherever your passions may lead you, just know that you were the one who kicked your misfortunes to the curb.

-Kokonee-chan, the smiles and tears you've shared are as much your own as they are your friends'.

-Yuin... your grandmother is the proudest old lady in the world. It wasn't just the food that brings smiles, it was your determination.

-Free pen!

-Some snacc

-Catch you on the flip flop.

-She jump!

-It's hero time!

-BENJAMIN TENNYSON?

-Anyways, that was Delicious Party Pretty Cure. 0/-10, best Assassin's Creed game in years. Bravo, Rareware.

-...I uh... didn't prepare any grand speech or anything, just the knowledge that I'm happy I watched this from beginning to end.

-...well, I only started liveblogging this around episode 6, but you know what I mean!

-Alright... I suppose I needn't keep you any longer. I imagine you're all more than ready to move onto new things.

-Besides… I already got myself some new digs somewhere else. Have you ever heard of this place called "Sorashido City"? You'll be hearing a ton about it soon~!

#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!#pretty cure #precure #delicious party pretty cure #delicious party spoilers #delicious party precure #depapre #delipre

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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could i pls get a part 2 of elevator with dream🥺 the way that they show their vulnerable sides to each other is adorable <3

yes! of course! i still kept this pretty fluffy but in another request, someone asked for smut so it's a little spicy.

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: dream x reader (dre™ my beloved)

warnings: light smut (i didn't completely write it out I'm sorry), a virgin reader, language, fwb kinda, mentions of sexual content

previous part: elevator

After nearly two hours, the elevator began to buzz with life, hoisting up to the floor where Clay and Sapnap lived. The two of you had bonded in the dim, red elevator, coming out of the cramped room as friends when you had previously just been an odd mix of acquaintance and mutual. Sapnap stood in the threshold, an apologetic look on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You and Clay became nearly inseparable. You found yourself showing up at his apartment for him just as much as for Sapnap. There were even times when you’d text Sapnap to see if he was busy when your roommate would be trying to shove you out the door and he’d send Clay over instead. His presence always made it awkward for your roommate’s boyfriend and while you hated to admit it, it was hilarious.

“So, you do what kind of farming?” Clay asked from his spot beside you, leaning on the counter with his eyes zoning out to watch your hands as you cooked.

Her boyfriend---who the two of you often referred to as Ricky Fitts behind his back---sighed. He had explained his profession to Clay numerous times, but the manner in which he did it was so pretentious that Clay was addicted to picking at him for it. “It’s botanical gardening. Not farming,” he groaned. “In simple man’s terms, I curate a garden for plant research and help to diversify the plant species in the area.”

Clay nodded. “And how many strains of marijuana do you have in the span of, say, a year.”

“I’m not going over this with you again,” he nipped, making Clay look down in mock defeat.

He sighed longingly before straightening up. “Okay, fine. So, hypothetically speaking, how many strains.”

Ricky stared at him blankly and you knew if you looked up, you’d break character. “Don’t the two of you have somewhere to be? Like a cave or something?”

Clay let out a short laugh. “I’m free all night actually,” he spoke, smirking slightly. “Did you wanna check out a cave with me, baby?” Clay asked him, fluttering his eyelashes.

The two of you often rode the bus together; Clay's height mimicking a skyscraper over you to grab at the bar or handle above you and kneeing you in the butt just because you were short enough that he could. That would usually end in you elbowing him in the gut. When you were coming back from class was when you were a bit quieter usually, nearly falling asleep as you stood by him and then fighting off a blush when he would wrap an arm around you just to keep you balanced upright. When he had first ridden the bus, you had completely forgotten what had told him in the elevator.

Your fingers tightened around the pole attaching the overhead bus shelf to the ground, attempting to steady yourself as you stared out the window adjacent to you. The bus screeched to a halt, jolting you forward slightly. The sea of new people obstructed your view, namely a tall figure as he sidestepped through the crowd of people. You furrowed your brows, brushing your hand against Clay’s arm to capture his attention.

He removed his headphones after pretending not to recognize you. He greeted you and grabbed onto the bar you had commandeered, leaning on the bus wall beside you. “Don’t you have a car?” You asked, reaching out to lightly pull on the lanyard sticking out of his pocket.

He smirked, brushing your hand off. “It’s dangerous down there, careful,” he jeered, making you roll your eyes at his lude joke. “Is there something wrong with supporting local businesses?”

Your brows knitted together in disbelief. “We’re on a city bus, Dream.” He shrugged. You bit your lip slightly, your mind breaking off into another explanation. “You wouldn’t be stalking me, would you?” You baited, a ghost of a blush settling over his cheeks.

He reached forward to cover your mouth. “You ask too many questions.”

He moved closer to let someone have the seat beside him, his hand settling to the space just above yours as your sides threatened to touch. You bit back the idea that Clay was following you around, finding a silent pleasure in that fact. He would probably never admit it fully.

He towered over you as the bus swayed, you having to lean back slightly in order to talk to him. “So, are you gonna walk me to class too then, simp?” You mocked, making him shake his head.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m not a simp, thanks,” he answered with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. “And maybe I will.”

You crossed your legs, knees popping as you bent out of your previous position on the kitchen floor with your back pressed against one of the sink’s cabinet doors. Clay was on his back, shoulders emerged in that same cupboard as he messed with the sink. You handed him a tool that he vaguely asked for, your eyes lingering on his old high school shirt celebrating some kind of sports achievement.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Dream?” You got his attention, delaying your question. He hummed in acknowledgment. “How many people have you slept with?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Let me think,” he murmured, making you snicker. “Three.”

“You had to think about that?” You joshed.

He chuckled at your words. “Well, I mean. No one’s asked me what my body count is since like… I don’t know honestly.” He peeked out at you momentarily. “Why? You looking to be number four?” He jeered, a smirk brushing across his lips as you rolled your eyes.

You huffed sarcastically. “Yeah, you wish,” you mumbled, fighting not to blush.

“Maybe I do,” he stated plainly.

You opened your mouth to retort, but Sapnap walked in, peering down at his phone with an unbending concentration. Clay sat up beside you, flashing you a look before Sapnap began to speak. “I have a date. I just wanted you guys to know,” he stated before grabbing his coat off of one of the hooks. He finally looked up from his phone, lazily point a finger at the pair of you. “Don’t hook up. It’ll make it awkward for me and I’m not ready to deal with you guys being together yet.”

Clay laughed and your ears warmed, rolling your eyes as he left the two of you with his words.

After an hour, Sapnap’s words were blown to the wind as Clay’s fingers carded through your hair, his lips pressed against yours in some kind of heated passion to prove himself to you; that he was worthy of being with you in such an intimate way.

You weren’t hesitant, to say the least, and had even initiated the manner as the sun had begun to set. You had been sitting beside each other, lazily discussing your sex lives and lack-there-of.

“So, these three… Do you still keep in touch?” You asked him, watching as his green eyes searched yours for the reason behind your questions. The deep orange rays of the sunset peeked through the blinds to reflect against his blond hair.

He shook his head. “They were all me being stupid, basically. I didn’t really like any of them,” he admitted, making your stomach turn. “What about you? What’s your number?”

You shrugged. “Zero,” you snorted.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, that’s right. I knew that,” he recounted as if he were remembering what you’d told him when the two of you were trapped in the elevator. “Um… Why?”

You shrugged again. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough.” He barely bit his lip, nodding in understanding. You cleared your throat. “It’s not that it’s a big deal to me or anything, I just… I’d like to feel safe during it, at least,” you clarified.

“It’s okay if it’s a big deal,” he stated. “It was important to me too at one point. I just…” he sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I got caught up in the pressure of losing it.”

You nodded, letting a breath of silence pass between the two of you. “Would you want to…” You looked away from him, biting back a grin at how stupid you were about to sound. “Would you want to take my virginity?”

He nearly giggled. “You feel safe with me?”

You snorted. “Yeah. I mean, I like you,” you answered, biting back a laugh. The air between you was mellow and easy. You had thrown your awkwardness out the window after Sapnap had left. “I mean, you’re one of my best friends, you know. But it’s just an offer.”

He grinned, a dusting of red settling in his cheeks from the pride he was beaming at you. “No, I want to. I just… I want you to be sure.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m sure. But if it’s too much pressure and everything, like I get it.”

He chuckled. “Quit. I’m honored honestly.”

You laughed. “Okay, then do it,” you stated.

And there the two of you were, Clay’s breath warm against your skin as he knotted his fingers with yours, moaning as you ground your hips against his. You could tell he was holding back for your sake, being as gentle as he could and trying not to crush you under his massive frame.

When you had pictured losing your virginity in the past, you’d always thought your body would be urging you to be thinking of something else, racing with pure terror as your partner got themselves off to get it over with. But Clay’s hands were careful, slowly introducing you to different sensations and testing the waters for you. Your mind was only focused on the fact that Clay smelled like lavender; the scent lingering on his clothes and in his hair.

You slipped your hands under the hem of his shirt, before pulling it over his head. You hadn’t seen him naked before, but heat flushed to your cheeks at the view of him, even if he had pressed you into another kiss as soon as he had discarded his shirt. As he pressed a leg between yours, you moaned, fingers traveling along the length of his spine. His taste of bitter coffee and mint was becoming your new obsession as his tongue pressed into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.

He leaned off of you to remove your shirt, every instinct telling you to cover back up, but he brushed it off, pressing his lips to yours again as his thumb gently brushed against your side. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you’re hot,” he joked, making you giggle as he lightened the mood.

“You’re so charming,” you mocked, running your fingers into his hair as his lips pressed against your neck lovingly.

He chuckled. “Only when you’re around,” he answered, making you laugh again.

The next morning, you sat beside Clay at the breakfast table, the two of you chatting about a movie you were planning on seeing later in the day. Sapnap strolled in, eyeing you carefully with his lips pursed. You both looked up at him as if to motion for him to spit out whatever was bothering him.

Sapnap took to the chair on the other side of Clay after pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Okay, so am I supposed to pretend I didn’t see you sneaking out of Dream’s room this morning?” He gestured between the two of you. “And now you’re wearing each other’s hoodies.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Clay look down with a small “what?” whispering from his lips quietly. “I mean come on, that one was mine at one point,” he continued, his comments mainly directed at you.

You scoffed. “Am I supposed to pretend you didn’t come back until an hour ago and I know you don’t carry condoms?” You countered.

Clay let out a soft gasp. “Sapnap… safe sex.” At this point he was just the Sophoclean chorus; the peanut gallery.

Sapnap sent you a sarcastic grin, disregarding your statement. “Am I supposed to pretend like I didn’t tell you guys not to hook up and you did?” Clay sipped his drink at this. “I mean, look at you two!” He swatted his finger to point at where the two of your hands were joined together.

In reality, you weren’t even sure when Clay had grabbed your hand or even that you here holding onto him as well. “Am I supposed to pretend like you didn’t do that on purpose so we didn’t bother you for a few hours?” You shot back.

Sapnap’s mouth dramatically tilted, brows raised in shock. “A Few. Hours?”

You covered your mouth as Clay laughed beside you.

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snelbz · 3 years

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 19}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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A/N: Well, we promised a chapter today, so we decided to follow through on that. Even if we did post a surprise chapter last night. Oh, well. Enjoy! 🙃✨

Cassian sighed as he opened his eyes.

Another year older, another year wiser.

Well.

Another year older, anyway.

He blinked as he looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 7:58. Two minutes before his alarm would have gone off.

He hated when that happened, when his mind woke him up just before his alarm went off. There was no time to go back to sleep, it was perfect sleeping time wasted.

It was bullshit.

With a yawn, Cassian swung his legs over the side of his bed and got up. He stumbled to his dresser and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, just in time for his alarm to go off.

“Fuck you,” he muttered, quickly turning it off before flinging open his bedroom door.

It smelled delicious.

He meandered down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Nesta was icing a giant cake.

Her eyes darted to his.

He blinked.

“Get out!” she ordered.

“What the hell are you-.”

“Out!” she ordered, yet again.

Nyx babbled something at the top of his lungs that closely resembled, YEAH!

He did as he was told, blearily blinking as he stumbled back into the living room. He dragged a hand down his face. “Can I at least have some coffee?”

“In a minute!” She called and he heard quick footsteps, followed by the back door opening and closing. It opened again and she said, breathlessly, “Okay. You can come in now.”

Tentatively, Cassian rounded the corner and he found Nesta placing a platter of cinnamon rolls on the counter in place of the—

“Where did the cake go?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Nesta was lifting a cinnamon roll onto each of the plates in front of her, cutting the one for Nyx into tiny bites for him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He blinked again, half-wondering if he’d imagined the decorated monstrosity he’d seen on the counter, but he sniffed, smelling the air again.

It mostly smelled like the sweet and spicy scent of cinnamon, but—

No, that was definitely cake he smelled.

“Right…” he said, pulling forks out of the silverware drawer and setting one next to each plate. “You’re up early.”

“Had a lot to do before renovations start this morning. I’m meeting Helion and the contractor at the restaurant at nine.” She sipped her own coffee, not looking at him. Mixing truth and lies, it seemed, since he knew she was meeting the contractor this morning. As for a lot to do, he knew everything at the restaurant was already taken care of. She cleared her throat. “I wasn’t expecting you to be up so early either.”

Cutting into the gooey cinnamon roll, he said, “I gotta be at the bar in an hour. I’m talking with Kallias this morning before my shift starts.”

She set her coffee down and finally looked at him. “You have to work today?”

“Yeah,” he replied, popping the bite of pastry into his mouth. He resisted the urge to moan. “It’s Tuesday. I always work on Tuesdays.”

She hesitated, deciding whether she should speak or not. “But it’s your birthday.”

He couldn’t stop his smirk. He knew there had been a cake.

“And who told you that?” He asked, leaning over to wipe Nyx’s face off. The poor kid had icing all over his face, all the way up into his hair.

“That’s not important,” she said.

“Elain, then,” Cassian went on with a grin.

Nesta pretended like she hadn’t heard him and took a giant bite of her cinnamon roll.

“I’ll take Nyx with me to the bar,” Cassian said. “Viviane texted. She has the stomach flu.”

Nesta cringed. “That sucks. I...wait - you’re taking a baby to a bar?”

Cassian shrugged. “He’ll be fine. I only have to stay until two or so.”

“A baby,” she repeated, blinking. “To a bar.”

“You prefer to take him into a construction zone?” Cassian asked. “One that you’re in charge of? That sounds stressful.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “I can ask Elain to watch-.”

“I’m taking him with me and he’ll be fine,” Cassian said, shaking his head. “I promise.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. And he held up both hands. “I promise,” he repeated.

“Fine. But call me if you need to and I’ll come get him,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I’ll be in my office most of the day, so it’s not like he’ll be running around in a construction zone.”

“And I’ll take the carrier and physically wear him all day, so it’s not like he’ll be running around the actual bar.”

Nesta groaned. “Fine. Fine. But take the pack-n-play, his monitor and toys. He can entertain himself well enough.”

“Okay,” Cassian nodded, finishing off his cinnamon roll. He pulled Nyx out of his high chair, who was now playing with and wearing most of his food, rather than eating it, and said, “I’ll give him a bath while you get ready.”

“Okay.” He was nearly in the living room when he heard, “Cass?” He turned and looked back at her, still not completely used to the familiar nickname from her. She was blushing slightly. “Happy birthday.”

Smiling, he said, “Thanks,” and turned to head up the stairs.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Any birthday plans?”

“You’re looking at it.”

Kallias chuckled as he observed Cassian, a wiggly baby strapped to his chest, counting the liquor bottles that lined the wall.

“How old are you anyway?” he continued, wiping down the bartop. “Thirty? Thirty-one?”

“You wound me,” Cassian muttered, scribbling a number down on his clipboard, not bothering to tell Kallias just how close to thirty he was getting to.

“I would say we should do shots to celebrate your big day,” Kallias began, taking Nyx’s outstretched hand. “But, I think your little housewife would disapprove.”

Cassian snorted. “If Nesta Archeron ever heard you call her such a thing, you’d lose a very important body part.”

“Not interested in that, thank you very much,” he muttered. “She ever gonna stop in, so I can see this terrifying woman you’ve told me about?”

“About that…” Cassian pulled Nyx out of the carrier and carried him into the back office, setting him down in the play pen. Grabbing the baby monitor, he made his way back into the front room.

Kallias looked up from where he was cutting limes at the bar. “About what?”

He leaned a hip on the bar and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nesta is going to be expanding the restaurant, adding a bar. That’s actually where she is right now, why I’ve got the kiddo with me. Didn’t really want him in a construction site.”

“Hot nanny couldn’t keep him?” Kallias asked, grinning.

Cassian rolled his eyes. “No, she’s sick. But, uh-.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m gonna be leaving and going over there, managing for her.”

Kallias eyes widened. “Oh. Shit.”

“Yeah. And I’d like you to come over there with me. Be my assistant manager at the new place.”

Kallias stopped cutting, mid-lime. “You do realize we are two out of five people that work here, right?”

Cassian nodded, slowly. “Yeah, I do. And I also know we can hire more people here.”

Kallias looked back down at his half-cut lime. “Assistant manager, huh?”

“It’s in a great part of town, we’d get amazing tips on top of already being paid more,” Cassian said. “It’s an amazing opportunity.”

“So I’d be stupid to say no, then?” Kallias asked, continuing to cut his limes.

“Incredibly stupid,” Cassian agreed.

Nyx’s happy babbling came through on the baby monitor.

“I’ll think about it,” Kallias said, at last.

“Think about it, then tell me yes, because I’m not going there without you,” Cassian said.

Kallias snorted. “You’re a shitty liar. You’re going, whether I go or not.”

“And why wouldn’t you come with me?” Cassian asked, facing his friend. He and Kallias had worked together for years, since Kallias came in at twenty-one, during his senior year of college. “You want to be stuck in this dive bar forever? I know you. You’re a creature of habit. If I leave you here, you’ll be here for the next twenty years.”

Kallias didn’t bother telling him it wasn’t true. He just shook his head. “I guess we better start interviewing people, then.”

The day did not go as planned. Cassian had to stay and help out until nearly five-thirty, and by the time Cassian walked in the front door, Nyx was knocked out cold in his car seat. He gently set it down and unbuckled him, carrying him into the kitchen. It smelled divine, like roasting herbs and cooked veggies, even if he couldn’t see anything radiating the delicious smells.

Nesta was also nowhere in sight, so he took Nyx up to his nursery and laid him down, setting the baby monitor back up where it usually sat. He slipped the screen in his back pocket and made his way back downstairs, hurrying out to his truck to get Nyx’s diaper bag and the folded up playpen.

As he was setting it back up in the living room, he heard the sliding glass door open and close and made sure he was making enough noise to alert Nesta of his presence.

“You’re home,” she said, leaning on the doorway. “Nyx asleep?”

“Out like a light,” he said, tossing the few toys he’d brought with him back into the pen. “He had fun though.”

“Good. Dinner is almost done,” she smiled. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving,” he sighed and took another deep breath in. “It smells amazing.”

Turning, Nesta walked back into the kitchen. “Steak, garlic mashed potatoes, roasted carrots and green beans, and homemade rolls.”

He watched as she took the carrots and green beans out of the oven and placed them next to a plate of steak she must have just brought in from the grill.

Cassian’s mouth was damn near watering.

He looked at the spread as she spooned the mashed potatoes onto his plate. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Nesta tensed, then something like nervous laughter sputtered out of her mouth. “Well, I had to cook red meat for you on your birthday.”

“Does that mean you’ll be having yourself a steak, Archeron?” he asked, taking the full plate from her outstretched hands.

She gave him an amused look. “Hell no. You get both. I have a chicken kabob on the grill.”

Cassian licked his lips as he took his plate to the table. “Consider me a lucky man. Thank you.”

“Of course,” she said, clearing her throat. She piled her plate high with potatoes and veggies before going onto the deck and coming back with a grilled chicken kabob on her plate. She sat across from him. Cassian’s mouth was already full.

“How is it?” Nesta asked, cutting up a carrot before popping it into her mouth.

“Delicious,” Cassian said, mouth full. “So good.”

“If you don’t slow down, you won’t be able to enjoy the flavor,” Nesta said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t listen. Cassian practically inhaled everything on his plate within minutes.

He moaned, stretching back in his chair before running a hand through his hair. “I must say, Nes, you really outdid yourself.”

“Well, it was the least I could do after you worked and were on baby duty all day,” she said, popping a few green beans in her mouth.

They talked about their days as she finished eating. He told her about Kallias’ agreement to move to the restaurant, she told him about the beginning of construction.

They’d kept half the restaurant open, putting up a temporary wall to keep as much noise and dust out as they could, but the sooner the build was done the better. They both agreed on that.

“So, despite your switch with the cinnamon rolls this morning,” Cassian said from where he sat as she rinsed off their plates, “I’m fairly sure I saw a cake when I came downstairs.”

“Really now,” she said, and he saw the small smile on her face.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “And, you know, I like cake.”

“And why, exactly, would I make you a cake?” She crooned, that little smile remaining.

“Because I’m the world's best roommate and uncle, obviously,” he said.

Nesta laughed as she stood. “Yeah, whatever.”

After exiting through the back door, she returned a moment later with a big, homemade cake.

It was exquisite.

Perfectly decorated and topped with vanilla and buttercream frosting, it read Happy birthday, Cassian!

As Nesta placed it on the countertop, Cassian asked, “Nesta, when the hell did you find time to make this?”

She shrugged. “Stayed up later and got up early. Didn’t have to be too early since you decided to sleep in today, but…” Her words trailed off. “I figured it was the least I could do.”

His mouth tightened, emotion he wasn’t expecting hitting him and he cleared his throat. “You gonna sing to me?” He asked, cracking a joke to break the tension that was slowly growing.

Nesta threw her head back and laughed. “Absolutely not.”

Cassian bit back his retort and the monitor in his back pocket went off, crying coming from upstairs.

“I’ll get him,” she said, standing up. “I’m sure he’s hungry. Will you cut up green beans and carrots for him?”

He nodded, the cake forgotten as he did what he was told, and Nesta returned with a bleary-eyed Nyx a few minutes later.

“Hi buddy,” Cassian said, chuckling at Nyx’s hazy expression. He was already sitting at the table with a plate of cut up food.

The second Nyx saw the display, he was whining and reaching for it.

“Slow down, you need to be buckled into your seat first,” Nesta said, shaking her head.

“I can’t blame him,” Cassian said, as Nyx was strapped into his high chair. “I’m starving when I wake up, too.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Men.”

The second Nyx’s diapered butt hit the seat, he was stuffing his mouth.

“I guess we should wait for him to eat the cake,” Cassian said, looking longingly at the cake.

Nesta chuckled. “No patience?”

“When it comes to homemade baked goods?” Cassian scoffed. “No.”

She snorted, which had Cassian raising an eyebrow. She looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, shaking his head. “That was just…cute.”

Nesta didn’t reply, but he swore she could see her cheeks heating as she turned to put the leftovers from dinner away.

Once Nyx’s plate was cleared, Nesta cut three slices of cake. One was barely a sliver, one was mostly icing and one was damn near a quarter of the cake. She took the one with extra frosting for herself, placing the small one in front of Nyx and the larger one in front of Cassian.

Again, Nyx wasted no time scarfing it down. Cassian didn’t either, helping himself to another, much smaller piece afterwards, but not touching it yet.

“You sure you don’t want to sing to me?” He asked, taking a bite of the cake. “It would complete my day.”

Nyx, an impending sugar crash, was already dozing again. Apparently, his day with Uncle Cassian had well and truly worn him out.

She rolled her eyes and wiped the excess cake off of Nyx’s face. Pulling him out of his high chair, she said, “No, I think I’m good.”

“I’m just saying,” Cassian pushed. “If you wanted to really wish me a happy birthday, a song would do.”

Nesta snorted, taking Nyx in her arms and swaying, back and forth. “You’ve never heard me sing.”

“If your singing is as good as your cooking, it must be amazing,” Cassian promised.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Have I told you that you’re full of shit?”

Cassian pretended to debate it. “Maybe once or twice.”

Nesta chuckled, and said no more about it. “Finish your cake, Nazari. This little monster is ready for bed. I’ll put him down. It’s your birthday.”

It wasn’t that putting Nyx to bed was exhausting. Although sometimes it could be a chore, Cassian nodded and took another bite of his cake as Nesta and Nyx disappeared.

In their absence, Cassian cleared his plate.

The cake was delicious.

He knew Nesta was an amazing cook, but didn’t know that her baking skills were just as good. It was the best cake he had ever eaten. He was even considering getting himself a third piece, but decided against it as she rounded the corner back into the kitchen.

She sighed, falling into her chair. “That may have been record time to get him down. He was practically asleep before I’d even pulled the curtains shut.”

“He had a big day,” Cassian said, eyeing the piece of cake on her plate that she hadn’t even touched. “Taught him how to make a mojito. He’s a pro. Maybe we should hire him on at the bar.”

Shaking her head, Nesta cut into her cake and took a bite. She chuckled. “I’m sure that doesn’t violate any labor laws.”

“Nah, we’re his guardians,” Cassian said, waving a hand. “We can certainly get some free labor out of him.”

She rolled her eyes. “I honestly can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.” She took another bite of cake, and Cassian’s eyes dipped to her mouth. He was quiet for long enough that she asked, “What?”

He hesitated but said, “You’ve got a little—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, instead he leaned forward across the small space between them and swiped the frosting that was on the corner of her lips away with his thumb.

Nesta didn’t move.

She didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop touching her, either.

Cassian’s thumb lingered against her lips, and when she looked up, he was already watching her, quietly.

She opened her mouth to say something.

What? She wasn’t sure.

But, when her lips moved, Cassian’s did, too.

He kissed her, softly, slowly, and Nesta melted right into it.

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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Don’t Play

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Basically I watched Coyote Ugly recently and thought well what if a bar similar to that popped up in Santo Padre? And what if the guys heard about the newest watering hole and decided to go see what the hype was about for themselves. And what if Angel Reyes was ready to risk it all for a bartender with a slick mouth and a whole lotta attitude.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Raunchy language? Idk it’s gonna be some spicy dialogue or whatever

A/N: So this is my first time ever dipping my way into this side of tumblr so bear with me. i tried to keep the reader’s description vague beyond a few specifics (full lips, curly hair, brown eyes), body type is kept vague on purpose. Graphic by me, and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics

PART 2

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“The hell you mean they got girl’s dancing on the bar and putting their titties in your face?” Angel questions incredulously as Coco tells him about the bar he found himself stumbling into the other night. At first the Mayan was prepared to keep it his little secret, but after a couple visits he couldn’t hold onto the secret any longer.

“Look man, just shut up and come with us tonight. See for yourself.” Coco replied, taking a drag from the joint between his lips with a shrug. He wasn’t going to beg Angel to come along, he’d already convinced Gilly, EZ, and a few others to come along since Bishop had given them some down time that evening. “It’s not like you got a old lady to answer to, you might as well come with us man.” Coco said, earning himself a dirty look from Angel for the comment. It wasn’t in the man’s plans to go anywhere but to his house for some sleep, but if there was a new bar in town that had even half of what Coco had boasted about then there was no way he wouldn’t be going.

“Whatever man, just let me know when y’all wanna meet up and I’ll be there.” He finally said, ignoring the smug grin on Coco’s face as he relented and gave up on his plans of solitude and sleep. Angel didn’t know it yet, but going to the bar would be one of the best decisions of his life.

The group of Mayans rolled up outside of the bar, Angel’s attention immediately going to the name of the place. “Diosas? Sounds like a fucking strip club man.” He commented, but said nothing further when he caught sight of the line that was wrapped around the building. Coco must have noticed, because before Angel could complain about it, Coco was already boasting about how Mayans didn’t have to wait in line because he knew the bouncer. That shut angel up, and with a shrug he fell in step with his brothers as they strode up to the entrance, and true to Coco’s word they were waved right past the line.

The first thing Angel noticed when he entered was the rowdy crowd, then it was the two bartenders up on the bar dancing, but all of that ceased to exist the second his eyes landed on you behind the bar. “Aye, aye man who is that?” Angel questioned, hand clapping down hard on Coco’s shoulder as he pointed you out. Coco only chuckled, already knowing just how this whole thing was going to play out.

“Oh that’s Y/N, yeah man she’s real sweet. You’d like her.” Coco answered, obviously lying about how sweet you were, but Angel had stopped listening once he had your name, and was making a beeline for the bar. It took some effort, the Mayan having to shove his way through the crowd to get to the bar but when he finally made it his mouth suddenly felt dry.

Damn. He thought to himself. She looks good as fuck. His gaze burned into you, dragging over your curves shamelessly as you mixed drinks and poured shots with a good deal of flair. He couldn’t help but admire the swell of your breasts, and the curve of your ass, or the smoothness of your skin that he could swear had all the glow to it that a goddess should have. It was the brown eyes, the full lips that spread into the prettiest smile, and the curls that bounced effortlessly with each move you made that truly had him captivated though. “Aye hermosa, can I get some shots of Patrón for me and my boys?” He called out, getting your attention as you delivered drinks to a couple standing beside him. Soon enough his boys were flanking him at the bar, people starting to give the bikers more space than they usually would anyone else.

You didn’t immediately answer him, attention going to Coco who got a big smile from you and even a kiss to the cheek as you greeted him. “Coco Puff!” You exclaimed, earning a groan from him at the nickname, and some raised brows and plenty of laughter from the men at the bar. “Tasha’s been asking about you, you better say hi before you leave.” You told him, lining up shot glasses for the men and turning your attention to Angel who was looking both confused, and amused at the exchange.

“So uh, am I gonna get a kiss too?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, and judging from the raised brow and look of amusement from you it was at least not being taken in offense.

“I don’t know, are you going to tip as well as Coco Puff does?”

Coco groaned again at the utterance of the name.

Angel on the other hand decided to double down on his flirting and went for his tried and true method of raunchy and teasing. “Aye mama, if it's a tip you want I got a big one for you right here.” The guys simply shook their heads, already able to tell that Angel’s usual tactics were not going to work on you, and boy were they right. You shot the man a look as you poured the shots, sliding them in front of each Mayan as you leaned forward against the bar and let Angel get a view of the ample cleavage that your low cut top had to offer.

“Boy don’t play with me. I’ll suck ya soul right out ya dick, and have you ready to die bout me before you even get a chance to hit.” And with that you picked up the shot that was meant for Angel and downed it as he stared open mouthed in shock that you had not only matched his energy, but had him mentally clutching his pearls. One of the men beside him whistled low, shaking his head before knocking back his shot with a grin.

“Oh man, you’re so fucked.” It was Gilly that spoke, as EZ’s hand clapped against his brother’s back as you moved on to serve other customers. The younger Reyes could already tell that Angel was going to not let this go, you were on his radar now.

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peaches-writes · 3 years

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member: changbin wc: 1.3k genre: fluff, high school au, bad boy au, prom au, a tiny cameo of older brother chan warnings: underage smoking and drinking, explicit language, making out ! (kids look away!) note: y dis turned out a lil too spicy than i intended it to b?

He knows it doesn’t work on anyone, especially not on you, but Changbin musters up a smirk anyway as he approaches, immediately making you roll your eyes from across the open yard. A bottle of wine and two wineglasses swiped from the buffet in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other, he then follows up on his usual cocky expression with a small wave of his hand before sitting down next to you on the poolside. “Now, what’s a pretty doll like you doing at a party like this?”

You scoff and briefly turn away, laughing behind your gloved hand in embarrassment. “I’m class VP, Changbin. I have to be here.”

He nods quickly without much care while twisting the wine bottle’s cap open, holding the glass away from the two of you after as some of its bubbling contents spill on the sides and into the pool. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Humor me here a little bit, babe.” He winks after, transferring the wine bottle to his other hand to shake off the spilled liquid on his fingertips. Instinctively, you then pull the fabric of your dress closer to you to avoid the droplets. “Anyway, date left you? Not feeling the prom anymore? Want to go swimming in the pool?”

“No, I don’t have a date—but I was hoping for this one guy; not really, I think prom’s nice but I just wanted to get some air; and no, I don’t want to swim. There, now let’s drop the weird theatrics!” You answer with an amused smile as you steal glances over to him, picking up the cigarette pack he placed in between the two of you to pass the time while he poured white wine on the glasses. Inspecting one roll, you then hold it up to Changbin with a chuckle and ask, “You still smoke rolls? So old-fashioned even for you. I thought you were gonna switch as soon as that new vape shop opened.”

Changbin turns to you after a moment, passing a wineglass to you with a scrunched up expression and a shrug. “I don’t know, I still can’t get into those e-cigs.” He confesses under his breath, taking the roll from your hand as you receive the wineglass from him before sticking it in between his teeth. “And bold of you to call me old-fashioned. I taught you how to smoke, class VP.”

You chuckle at this, muttering a small thank you for the wine before taking a short sip. “I’m not sure if letting me choke on my first time and telling me to just suck it up was teaching.” You point out jokingly, making him laugh along this time as he takes out his rabbit-shaped lighter from his tuxedo’s inner pocket. When your eyes meet, you then surprise him by taking out an e-cigarette from your pockets. “But you really should try e-cigs. They’re a whole lot better.”

You see him raise his brow again behind the puff of smoke that escapes his lips, a mix of intrigue and confusion this time. “God, did I corrupt you this bad?” He proudly muses out loud as he catches his breath, a more genuine smirk settling on his expression as you send him a subtle wink. He drinks to this with a chuckle. “Doll, what would your classmates say? That what’s-his-name president? What would your mom say if she sees you smoking and drinking out here with me?”

You roll your eyes with a smirk of your own, finding amusement in the way that he’s still obviously jealous of your classmate. “His name is Minho—”

“—I don’t care—”

“—And you won’t tell on me to my mom. What are you gonna do? Willingly go to the principal’s office? Tch.” You point out mockingly before inhaling from the e-cigarette, exhaling the Nerds-scented vapor in Changbin’s direction after. “Fuck what everyone thinks. We’re almost done here, anyway.”

You glance over your shoulder to Changbin once more, catching him as he places a hand behind you to support himself leaning back then closer. With a long sip of his wine, the glass then falls into the pool as he inches his face even closer to you. “Such dirty words, doll.” He comments in a whisper, lips barely an inch above yours. In this small space, he then removes his cigarette along with one last puff of smoke, fingertips briefly brushing against your lower lip in the process. “And they’re all coming from your pretty lips. Do tell, who taught you that?”

“This guy I have a crush on from another class. You might know him: chest tattoos, always has cuts on his knuckles, randomly talks like he’s in a bad 80s romance movie, still smokes cig rolls, kisses really good...” You tease back, briefly closing the gap with a fleeting peck to his lips. “Everyone thinks he’s all tough and scary but he doesn’t like it when people talk about us when they see us together and he can’t even ask me to prom. Kinda sad ‘cause I was hoping he would.”

Changbin initiates the kiss this time with an amused hum, simultaneously sliding your wineglasses and cigarettes to the side then tugging you closer to his lap.

You press a hand to his chest in response, your other hand snaking up to his neck. “We’re in public, Binnie.”

“Doll, you know I couldn’t just ask you to prom even if I myself wanted to. Your dad would’ve brought out his garden sears if I showed up at your gates again. Then Chan would kill me for asking you after finding out that I taught you how to drink and smoke.” He sighs in between long kisses and stray ones landing lower down your jaw, successfully pulling you to his lap when you eventually give in. “And you know how your stupid classmates gossip about us all the time. So fucking annoying...”

“Since when did you care?”

“Shit, I really am a bad influence on you.” He chuckles and relaxes his shoulders at your sudden quip, making you laugh as well. “Someone’s getting a little braver, a little more...rebellious.”

“I’m just saying, we’re both here now and they can’t do anything about it.” You giggle, surrendering in your small struggle and lifting your other hand up his neck to tug at the freshly dyed blonde roots. “You look handsome, by the way. Thanks for coming to prom, even if it’s not your scene and all. I appreciate it a lot.”

“Of course, I can’t let my pretty doll spend even just one night with someone else.” He points out, pulling away briefly and blinking up at you as you try and bite down a giddy smile. Cupping your cheeks gently, he then kisses you one last time before asking, “And speaking of, as much as I really want to keep kissing you out here, how about a dance?”

“Really? Right now?” You raise a mocking brow, pretending to push Changbin away by his chest. “Going a little soft on me now, Seo? Are you even class 4-E’s Seo Changbin? Who are you and what have you done to my Binnie?”

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me, angel, who knows.” He breathlessly answers while shrugging innocently, hands going lower down your waist and placing you back to sit on the poolside’s cold pavement. “But anyway, we’re still at prom. We should dance at least once.”

You raise your brow even higher, making him scoff and roll his eyes. “What about all your drama with people seeing us together?”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, doll.” He dismisses your teasing, extending his hand out for you to help you stand. “Come on, you’ve got enough fresh air already. Like you said, fuck everyone we’re almost done here, anyway. Might as well surprise them, right?”

With flushed cheeks and a wide grin, you don’t even hesitate to take his hand and follow him up. “Right, fuck everyone.”

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akaashisbabygirl · 4 years

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Words: 1538

Pairings: Kuroo x reader

Warnings: Characters are aged up, reader is on birth control, scratching, mentions of nudes sent, fingering, daddy kink, vaginal penetration

A/n: this doesn’t seem very exciting holy shit. I promise my next one while be a little more spicy

Note: I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES USED. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ALL PICTURES USED WERE FOUND ON PICSART

“Hey Kuroo. What’s that on your back, buddy?” Bokuto nudged.

Kenma and Akaashi stood there, watching as Bokuto nudged his best friend. Red marks, which looked like scratches sat on his back, a dark red colour and extremely noticeable. Bokuto smirked.

“I see you and L/n-san have been getting into something naughty lately. Gosh Kuroo, you’re such a freak,” Bokuto teased.

Instead of telling his best friend off, or even trying to hide the scratches which sat on his back, Kuroo just smirked. Kuroo was always open about his sex life – he had been since high school. Now that he was working his job, while being engaged to his beautiful fiancé, it wasn’t going to change the way he acted. Every now and then, he still made his way down to the volleyball gym and rent out one of the courts so he could play with his old teammate, Kenma, as well as Akaashi and Bokuto. It never changed, and neither did he.

“Yeah. Y/n and I were fucking last night. I must’ve gone a little too rough on her,” he chuckled, “I mean, as you’re able to see, I have scratches from her all around my back.”

Kuroo moved himself into a better position – a position where he was able to show off all the scratches to Bokuto’s prying eyes. He pointed to each scratch in the mirror, each mark having their own story behind it, one which Kuroo was more than happy to tell his best friend.

“Is he always like that?” Akaashi asked, slipping his shirt over his head.

“What do you mean by that?” Kenma asked, removing the bottle of water from his lips.

“I mean, has he always been so eager to talk about his sex life? I’ve heard him talk about it once or twice, back when we were in high school, but I never expected him to talk about it this much,” Akaashi explained.

“Yeah, he’s always been like this. Ever since his first hook up, he started to get in with a lot more girls. Ever since he and L/n-san started dating in their third year, he’s been talking about her nonstop,” Kenma sighed, “It’s like she’s the only thing that’s on his mind. I’m happy that they’re getting married though. It’s nice to see him happy.”

The four boys said their goodbyes to one another, before walking in their own directions back home. Kuroo found his car parked where he had left it. He smiled, as he sat down, opening his phone to see the beautiful picture of you which sat displayed on his lock screen. How did he get so lucky? Opening his phone, he noticed a couple texts from you.

[Baby Girl 💕]

When are you coming home?

I miss you

Moving his fingers to the keyboard, he began to type

[Kuroo]

Not too long now

I just left the volleyball arena

Have you eaten?

In the bedroom, where you were currently seated, you noticed your phone light up, instantly moving to check the notification.

[Baby Girl 💕]

Not yet

Kuroo’s phone buzzed. He hadn’t started driving yet – mainly because he knew you were going to respond soon.

[Kuroo]

If you want, I can stop by a store and pick something up for dinner?

Kuroo relaxed in his seat, his phone now lighting up saying he had one attachment. Opening his phone, he was greeted with a picture of your legs spread, your hand down on your clit. He could easily see your arousal through the screen.

You were horny.

[Baby Girl 💕]

Why don’t you come eat this instead, daddy 👅

Kuroo could only smirk in response as he began to type his message back.

[Kuroo]

Keep your hands away from your pretty pussy, baby.

Keep your legs spread.

Daddy will be home soon.

He couldn’t wait to get home. Already, after a few minutes of driving, he could feel the bulge in his pants growing. Just by the thought of you waiting for him on your shared bed, your legs spread wide, arousal dripping onto the soft, bed sheets below.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as he continued to drive.

Thankfully, the two of you had your own home. It meant that Kuroo didn’t need to find a way to cover the tent in his pants as he went up in an elevator to your shared apartment. The fact that the two of you had your own home, he was able to park his car in the large garage and make his way into the house to find where you were. He parked his car, eager to leave. Pulling his bag from the car, he opened the door to the house, locking the doors as he stepped into the house. He set his bag down on the floor, before making his way up to the bedroom.

As expected, you were on the bed, head back against the pillows, legs spread. Your head moved up, watching as he walked through the door. You were already undressed. That made it easier for him.

“Stay like that,” he muttered, as he began removing his clothes

Keeping your head back, you watched as Kuroo removed his clothes as quick as he could, letting them fall flat on the floor as he climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself in between your legs, his pointer finger now moving to move up your folds, collecting your wetness on his finger.

“I leave the house for a couple hours, and I come home to see you, a dripping mess for me? I think you missed my cock. Is that right, baby? Did you miss daddy’s cock?” he smirked, his fingers pushing slightly into your cunt.

You moaned out from the feeling of the tips of his fingers in your cunt. Your hands tightened on the bedsheets, gripping them tighter as his fingers slid further into your cunt.

“I asked you a question, baby. Did you miss daddy’s cock?”

“Y-yes, I missed your cock, daddy.”

His hand moved to tease your clit as your hips bucked up, as a finger pushed deep inside of you. Removing his finger, he pushed another one in, two, large fingers now pushing deep into your tight hole. You let out screams of pleasure, your eyes shutting closed, hands moving up to Kuroo’s back, similar to how you did the night before. His fingers sped up on your clit, your sensitive bud feeling slightly different, pleasure spreading quickly through your body as you felt your climax build up. one last thrust of his thick fingers, and the push of his fingers on your sensitive clit, you released your white, sticky substance all over his fingers. Kuroo pulled his fingers out from your heat, bringing them to his mouth, sucking lightly.

“You taste so good,” he muttered as he climbed over you, spreading your legs wide for him once more.

You wrapped your arms around him, wrapping your legs around his waist, as his thick, erect cock, teased your entrance. The tip of his length ran along your slit, a little groan escaping his mouth as he slowly pushed in. Your hair was a mess, sweat dripping down your forehead as the tip entered you. He was too big. Even after stretching you out with his fingers, having them both scissor inside of you, having them curl, brushing slightly against your g-spot, he was still too big for you to be prepared for. Kuroo began thrusting, your nails gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his thrusts became faster and harsher. New marks started appearing on his back, as your legs wrapped tightly around him, allowing him to hit deeper. You felt his cock began to kiss your cervix, tearing you apart with every single thrust.

“Fucking m-me so good, d-daddy… ahh,” you moaned out.

Kuroo shifted his position. He wanted to make you cum as soon as possible. His fingers moved down to your swollen clit, his calloused, wet fingers, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. Kuroo groaned out loud, feeling your walls clamp down tightly on him.

“G-gonna cum… daddy… hah.”

“Me too, baby. I-If you keep doing that, daddy’s gonna cum soon.”

“Ngh… cum inside me, d-daddy.”

“Yeah, b-baby. Daddy’s gonna cum in that tight pussy of yours. You want daddy to f-fill you up with his cum, don’t you?”

“Yes please, d-daddy. Fill me up with your cum, u-until it’s leaking out of me.”

“Fuck,” his fingers rubbed faster on your clit, lips moving to suck a hickey onto your neck.

“Daddy,” you moaned out, as your climax washed over you, your pussy creaming around Kuroo’s cock.

After a few more thrusts, Kuroo felt himself about to climax. He climaxed with a loud moan of your name, dragging the end letter. His seed shot deep inside of you.

Kuroo pulled out, watching how your cum mixed with his, now dripping from your abused hole.

“You look so pretty with daddy’s cum dripping from your pussy baby,” his thumb stroked your cheek.

He turned to face the large mirror, which sat next to the bed. More red marks trailed up his back, having him smirk,

“And I see you’ve decorated my skin, yet again.”

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Pucker Up

Bakugo, Dabi, Denki with a s/o who naturally pouts all the time.

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Dabi x Reader

Kaminari Denki x Reader

Hi Anon~ I hope you like this,,, I really love writing for mha characters... they’re just so much fun!!! Anyway- have any of you guys read the manga lately because all I want to say is what the hell we gonna do now.

WC- 2,160

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Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo is such a mf….. he’d see your pouty lips and his heart would skip a beat but his brain would be like RAGE

How dare you look so cute? Are you trying to make him fall for you? That’s Bakugo’s inner thoughts

And the entire time he is thinking this he is also hardcore staring at you, like his eyes are literally never leaving your face and someone has to snap him out of it

“Yo, Kacchan you good?” Denki would have to wave his hand in front of his friends face and once Bakugo regains his consciousness he would smack Denki into next week LMFAOOO

Deep down all Bakugo wants to do is kiss you, literally kiss you and leave you speechless,,,, but is he going to tell you this? NO!

If you ever catch him staring you’re going to have to ask him about it,,,,,

Bakugo would become a stupid blushy mess like ‘I wasn’t looking at you, why would I be staring at you?!’ And you’d just be like okay….

I feel like one day when he catches your lips all pouty and your cheeks puffed out, he will just kiss the shit out of you….. of course not in front of other people, only when it’s like in his own room

Bakugo is super protective so whenever you make that cute face he will stand behind you and glare at whoever glances at you, he will literally pounce on Todoroki if he even breathes in your direction

He’s so irritating, Bakugo would literally just drag you up to his room and keep you all to himself in private,,,,, he’d be so cute and cuddly with you and tell you how cute he thinks you look ahhhhh~~

You continue to stare down at your homework, your cheeks puffed out in frustration as you try to work out the complicated problem.

“Midoriya, I don’t understand,” Uraraka whines and you purse your lips in thought. At the same time of your small study session, Bakugo walks back into the dorms after his personal training. Your boyfriend feels his eye twitch when he notices who you’re sitting with but it is nothing compared to the rage he encounters when he notices your expression. Bakugo storms up to your table and rips your notebook away from your hands before walking away to the elevators.

“Let's go!” He huffs and you let out a loud sigh, sending Midoriya and Uraraka a sympathetic smile as you stand up from your chair. You meet up with Bakugo in the elevator and grab your notebook from him, not noticing the way he skips your floor and takes you to his. One of his large hands wraps around your wrist as he drags you to his door.

Honestly, at this point, you just go along with whatever Bakugo does.

“If you want to study, ask me to help you instead.” He mumbles and sits down at his chair, the notebook that was once in your hands is now on his desk. “Come here,” Bakugo orders softly, you roll your eyes and stand next to his desk but Bakugo has other ideas. The blond wraps his arms around you and brings you down onto his lap, his chin rests on your shoulder while one arm is wrapped around your waist. “Is this the problem you couldn’t solve?” He asks curiously and points the question you were stuck on earlier.

“Yeah,” You confirm and Bakugo immediately dives into the problem, his pencil already working out the solution. You watch and nod at everything he says, taking in all the information. The blond glances at you after he finishes answering it and notices the way you’re pouting.

“Damn it,” He curses before tightly gripping your chin. Bakugo tilts your face and swiftly swoops in to kiss you, his lips gently press against yours and you smile softly at the action. When he finally pulls away, he refuses to make eye contact with you and instead goes back to another problem you couldn’t solve. However, he notices the way you’re looking at him smugly. “stop looking at me like that.”

Dabi

Dabi would always make fun of you, he’d probably secretly take photos of you while you do it because he thinks it’s really cute

If he is sitting next to you he will poke your cheeks or grip your chin and force you to look at him so he can kiss the pout off your face

He doesn’t want anyone else to see this cute little habit of yours, he wants to keep it relatively his

If he ever sees you pouting like that in front of the other league of losers, he would probably flick your cheek really hard or simply toss his jacket into your face

He’d never straight out tell you how he feels because,,,, Dabi and feelings of affection don’t really mix together well

Dabi would really, really, like it when you pout and puff your cheeks out. He’d be so captivated by the simple expression and at first, his heart would swell but then his mind would wander and he’d get some spicy thoughts

Please, Dabi would kiss the life out of you to try and get you to understand what he is feeling…. Doesn’t really get the point across but the thought is there

Over time I think this face would turn him on LMFAOO like at first he thought it was the sweetest face he had ever seen but now all he can think about is his cum in your mouth

That face really makes him powerless and it confuses him to no end like why does Dabi want to cuddle you but also fuck your brains out at the same time? How can he understand that? Ah, Dabi and his feelings fuck I wanted to make this soft

Dabi would probably coo and say the cutest things whenever he sees your cheeks puff out,,, like he turns into a new person LOL

“Aren’t they so cute?!” Toga gushes loudly and you stare at her phone, squinting to see the two students in the picture.

“Umm Toga how old are they?” You ask with wide eyes at the high school uniforms they have on.

“Who cares,” She coos and sighs lovingly at the photo, you try not to give it much thought because truthfully she is only a year or two older than them.

“You like her?” You point at the girl with pink cheeks and Toga nods. “And him?” You move your finger to the dark-haired boy and she squeals at his face. “Right,”

“(Y/N) not all of us like boys with daddy issues!” Toga spits and you dart your eyes towards Dabi, mentally wanting to smack your friend upside the head.

“We all have a different taste,” You soothe and Toga happily begins to show you more photos. Dabi glances up from his phone to see what the hell you two are doing, his blue eyes freeze over your face and he can’t look away. The way your cheeks are puffed out and your lips are formed in a delicate little pout makes Dabi shift around in his seat, subtly pulling at the crotch of his jeans.

“I even got some of her blood,” Toga states happily and you look up at Dabi with a confused expression on your face but nonetheless go back to looking at the photos.

“That’s really romantic?” You praise and Toga kisses your cheek.

“I know!”

Dabi glances around the relatively empty room but he notices how strangers keep looking at you, it makes his blood boil. He shakes off his jacket and places it over his lap while glaring at your face as if it could make your pout go away.

“Oh, so you met them in the woods and that’s where you stabbed them?” You ask and Toga grabs your hands in hers.

“It’s a great start, isn’t it?” She asks, her eyes shining happily.

“Y-Yeah, that’s a start-“ You confirm but are cut off when you get a faceful of a familiar jacket, the rough material makes you wince.

“Ooh, headshot!” Shigaraki snickers from behind his switch and you blow air into your cheeks.

“Dabi,” You whine at your boyfriend and he rolls his eyes before standing up from his chair, he pulls you away from Toga and makes his way to the door. Dabi doesn’t say anything as he drags you out into the alley, purposely slamming the door on his way out. His fingers run along your jaw before roughly cupping your face and forcing you to look up to him. The look in your pleasant eyes causes a growl to rumble in his chest.

“Now, I have you all to myself.”

Kaminari Denki

I love Denki, please he is literally the cutest and one of the funniest mfs in the show

When he first notices your pout and puffy cheeks, he might internally pass out like mans will pass away

Then he comes back to life and pulls you into a close hug, holding you against his chest as he gushes how cute you look….. bruh he would have no shame doing this in front of everyone

Denki has no issue, no problem, at all with letting everyone know how cute his s/o is…. In fact, I think he wants everything to know how cute you are

The next time you get all pouty and stuff he’d be like “Kirishima! Look! That’s the face I was telling you about!!!” And then he’d cup your cheeks and push your lips together to pucker them like a fish “Aren’t they just the cutest?”

Of course, Kirishima is like ‘yeah totally!!!’ because he is a supportive friend but he’ll still send you a sympathetic smile ah I love kirishima so much he is such a sweetie

Denki is already clingy, always holding onto you but whenever he sees your pout he becomes even clinger like he holds onto you so tight

If you’re ever in an argument with him just pout and puff your cheeks out, it is an automatic win for you because it literally melts down all of Denki’s anger and he forgets what you were even arguing about

Literally, even if you were wrong Denki would apologize over and over, cupping your cheeks and kissing all over your face

Denki goes into Ultimate Lover Boy when he sees that cute face of yours

“And then I told Mineta, ‘of course it will work’ but then the plan totally backfired.” Your boyfriend sighs into your neck, his hands are wrapped around your waist. You are currently sitting between Denki’s legs on the floor, your knees pulled to your chest, as you silently continue to work on your homework. “Oh, you want to hear another story?” Denki nips at the collar of your shirt and pulls it gently so he can kiss your neck. “So there I was, being the coolest guy ever, and this bird came and landed on my shoulder. Can you believe it? I think I might have a second quirk that I don’t even know about!” He tells you excitedly and you put your pencil down before leaning back into his chest.

“You think you have a quirk like Koda?” You ask amusedly and Denki winks at you while putting his pointer finger to your lips.

“It’s a secret.” He whispers and you laugh as you relax into his arms, you’re already too mentally drained to try and solve the problem you’re working on. “I’m surprised you were listening with all your studying you were doing.” Denki nearly gags on the word studying and you bite your lip to refrain from laughing.

He picks up your notebook and holds it above your head to try and solve the problem. You lay your head down on his thigh and rest for the few moments of quiet that you have while he works out the solution.

“Um, babe? You got the translation wrong here.” He notes and your eyes snap open, you try to rip the notebook from his hands but Denki holds onto it tighter. “See you said this is a ‘violin’ when it’s actually a cello.” He tells you proudly and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Oh, since when do you know so much English?” You sneer competitively and your boyfriend tenses while swallowing loudly. Shit, how is he supposed to tell you that Mineta made him watch weird English porn.

“You know how much I like music, instruments, that sort of thing!” He saves himself and you puff your cheeks out at him, Denki audibly coos at your expression. Denki peppers kisses all over your face, saving your lips for last. “Oh, babe, if you think that is a violin then it 100% is. I will stand by your side even if everyone else says you’re wrong!”

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binch-i-might-be · 3 years

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Hi all!

I have come to offer some musical meta :)

I looked at the three instances of the I imagine death monologue in My Shot, Yorktown, and The World Was Wide Enough side by side, and here's what I noticed!

My Shot:

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When's it gonna get me?

It's a genuine question! At this point in the timeline, we know Hamilton "couldn't seem to die" (via Hurricane), but literally everyone around him had died! He's waiting for it! (Pardon the pun lmao)

Yorktown:

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

This is where it gets me

Not a question. He's sure, and he's excited about it.

The World Was Wide Enough:

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Is this where it gets me?

Question again, but he knows the answer, and he's not happy about it.

Next,

My Shot:

In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?

There's a helplessness in these options. He can't do anything to prevent dying in his sleep. He can't stop it if it's seven feet ahead. What's he to do? Stop moving? He can't stay still forever, especially not Hamilton.

(Also, this is probably old news, but I love the little detail of the 'seven', as Eacker goes on to shoot Philip at the count of seven, and it could be argued that the death of his son contributes to Hamilton's downfall)

Yorktown:

On my feet

The enemy ahead of me

Here, he has a lot more control. He's standing on his own two feet, he chose to be there, he's ready and happy to die for what he believes in.

The World Was Wide Enough:

On my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?

This is interesting, because it's a mix of the lines in My Shot and Yorktown. He is in control, technically. He can decide to call it off, or to shoot to kill, but he still feels... helpless.

For the next line, we're gonna skip Yorktown for a second, because it doesn't have this specific lyric.

My Shot:

If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?

He has two choices: Run, or give up.

The World Was Wide Enough:

I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?

First off, he acknowledges that it is coming, that this is most likely the end for him. Here, though, he has three options: Run, fight, or give up.

He knows he could change the outcome by either running or fighting, but he doesn't. He let's it happen. He's in control.

And now we're gonna skip My Shot for a moment, just to keep it spicy.

Yorktown:

If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me

In My Shot, it's established that he "never had a group of friends before".

Here, he has a friend with him. If he dies here, it won't be alone, it will be for something worth dying for, it would, in his eyes, secure his legacy.

The World Was Wide Enough:

Burr, my first friend, my enemy

He has a friend with him here, as well. The first one he ever made turned enemy. The man who is going to shoot him.

Ironic how the one thing he didn't have in the beginning, the thing that gave him comfort in Yorktown, would kill him in the end.

And back to My Shot and TWWWE.

My Shot:

Is it like a beat without a melody?

The World Was Wide Enough:

There is no beat, no melody

From an almost innocent speculation to cold, hard reality: There's nothing. Death is nothing. He still chooses it.

Oh, and this line from Yorktown:

Weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me

This is what he wanted! After nagging Washington every day for a command, to have a chance at being in the field, he gets it! As far as he is concerned, this could be the end of his story. He would be remembers as a war-hero, and that would be enough.

But then-

Then I remember my Eliza’s expecting me...

Not only that, my Eliza’s expecting

Can't die yet, after all. Have to meet son.

Hamilton starts off with nothing, alone and hopeless. Over the course of the play, he works hard and he gains, he takes; friends, a station, a career, love, a family.

At the end of the play, he will have lost all of it, with the first man he'd ever befriended killing him.

Well.

Maybe not all of it.

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story:

And when my time is up

Have I done enough?

Will they tell our story?

Eliza fights to keep his memory alive.

He never really lost his love, after all :)

#this is a mess #we stan anyway :)#rayrambles #hamilton #hamilton musical #meta #my shot #yorktown #the world was wide enough #alexander hamilton #hamilton lyrics #long post #lin manuel miranda

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rainboq · 3 years

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Thank you for the prompt! Here's one in return. #3 (kiss on the cheek) pricefield

You asked for a kiss on the cheek, you get an entire date and Chloe being a massive disaster. Enjoy! Apologies in advanced for my nonexistent Spanish skills. I’m going insane. It’s just Max, why the hell am I going insane? Chloe sighs as she sits in her truck, one hand on the wheel while the other hovers over the send button on her phone. Fucking Rachel and her big ideas. Just ask her out Chloe, it’ll be fine Chloe, you’ve known her since you were a little kid Chloe.

A little traitorous part of her wished that Max had just said no so she could get the rejection over and done with. Instead, her dorky little face with it’s stupidly cute dimpled smile and earnest eyes had light up like Chloe had told her that there was going to be new episodes of Hawt Dawg Man or something. And not, you know, a date with her dumb punk ass.

Just hit the damn button Chloe so you can blow this already and tell Rachel you told her so. There’s no way someone as smart and talented as Max wants anything to do with me. She’s just doing this for old time’s sake.

Her finger taps the button and she locks the screen so she can’t stare at it and ratchet her anxiety up higher.

Ha. As if she has any control over her anxiety right now.

Her phone buzzes with Max’s reply and she takes a few deep breaths to try and steady her nerves. Her usual go to right now would be smoking, but she forgot her damn pack at home like a dumbass in her flurry of getting ready. At least I didn’t fuck up Rachel’s makeup job.

Is Max even going to like me with this much makeup on? She knew me before I ever started wearing any.

She does an impromptu drum solo on her steering wheel to try and get some of her nervous energy out, to mixed success when her eyes spot movement in the lobby of Max’s building. She turns in her seat, gets a look at her and promptly forgets to breathe. Chloe had said to dress up a bit, and Max had taken the liberty of wearing a flowing black dress with some matching leggings. It’s not nearly as showy as the things Rachel wears to parties and events, but there’s something about the way her freckled shoulders look under the straps that makes her heart squeeze. Those damn freckles, why do they have to be so cute?! Dammit, breathe, don’t be a total dweeb in front of Max because she grew up and got hot.

Fuck she is hot though.

I’m so boned.

Max spots her truck as she pushes out through the inner door and a great big dorky smile spreads across her face as she waves enthusiastically. Chloe waves back and scoots across the bench seat to throw the passenger door open. A moment later Max is climbing in, all winning and too god damn adorable smiles. “Hey Chloe!”

“Uh, hey Max! You look… hella great.”

Max’s cheeks go a bit red as she hunches her shoulders forwards, one hand rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t know about that, but you look amazing.”

There’s no part of Chloe’s stolen blazer and worn black jeans that qualify as amazing to her, but if Max likes it she’s not about to complain. “Thanks,” Chloe tries to say as smoothly as she can muster despite the slight wobble in her tone, “You down for some food?”

“I’m hella starving.” Max replies with a cheeky grin as she shuts her door. “I’m so down for this ‘best taco truck in town’.”

Rolling up to a dumpy taco truck in her old brick with someone as gorgeous as Max suddenly has Chloe feeling like Max really deserves a better first and probably only date, but plans are plans. “Then let your noble steed be off, fair maiden!”

Max breaks out in gigglesnorts as Chloe pulls out of the parking lot. “You did not just use one of William’s lines on me!”

“I so hella did Caulfield, what’re you gonna do about it?” Chloe adds a wink, hoping it’ll cover up how obviously sweaty as hell her palms are right now.

“Oh, I’ve got something in mind.” Max says in a low tone that makes Chloe have to fight to not choke on her own spit.

Oh god, is Max actually flirting with me? I’m so not fucking ready for this. “You down to thrash a bit hippie?”

“As long as your bony elbows don’t hit me!” Max replies with a laugh and Chloe punches the radio on.

The scratchy punk from the local station starts blaring and Chloe internally breathes a sigh of relief at not having to try and deal with Max’s flirting for a moment. Oh god, I can hear Rachel laughing her ass off at me right now.

Max for her part grooves along, and Chloe has to focus to avoid going off the road because of it. God she still dances like a total dork! Fuck, it should be illegal to be this cute or something.

Thankfully they make it to the taco truck without Chloe running into anything, despite her distracted driving, and she pulls them up to the sidewalk. I just hope she likes it or this is going to be a hella lame date.

“Hungry Max?” Chloe asks as she throws her door open after shutting off the radio.

“I’m so hungry, you have no idea.” Max replies as she does the same before sheepishly admitting, “I also kinda skipped lunch.”

Chloe jumps out of her truck and jogs around the front of it as Max clambers out. “Jesus Christ Caulfield, no wonder you ended up so short.”

“What! Hey! Not all of us get to be so freakishly tall.” Max groans and sticks out her tongue.

“Yup, it’s just my burden to bear. Now what do you wanna eat?”

“I mean, you know what’s good here.” Max shrugs as she walks alongside Chloe towards the food truck. “Order for me?”

“Spicy or nah?”

“No way, never spicy.”

Chloe can’t help but laugh at the way Max shakes her head and waves her hands in the air. Yup, still a total dork. “Can do Maximo. Just wait here.”

Chloe skips ahead a few steps and shouts out, “¡Hola Alejandro!”

There’s a clattering sound inside the truck and a middle-aged man’s face appears, “¡Aha! ¡Flaca! ¿Como estas?”

“Muy bien, gracias. ¿Y tú?”

“Bein.” He says with a nod and a big smile.

“Bien, quatro numero doce con polo por favor.” Chloe says, before turning to grin at Max who looks a little stunned.

Alejandro sticks his head out to see what she’s looking at before pulling back in and grinning broadly. “¿Tu amor?”

Chloe shrugs, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she rubs the back of her head. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I forgot how to say that in Spanish. Way to go dumbass.

Alejandro, to his credit, doesn’t need it spelled out for him as he pokes his head back out and calls out to Max, “¡Hola bonita!”

Max freezes up for a moment before doing a little wave back. “H-hola.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Alejandro grins at her, before retreating back into the food truck to start working on the order.

Chloe pulls out her wallet from her blazer’s pocket and takes out approximately the right amount of money plus tip and drops it on the counter before jogging back to Max with a big idiot grin on her face. “And that’s the food!”

“I guess I should probably learn some Spanish if I’m going to be living large in LA, huh?” Max asks sheepishly, doing that thing she used to do when they were kids where she’d hold her arm.

“Prolly a good idea,” Chloe says as she moves to stand next to Max. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

“Maybe I should have brought a sweater, I always forget how cold it gets here when the sun goes down.”

“Here, stand next to me, the food should warm you up.” Chloe holds out her arm and Max doesn’t hesitate to tuck into her side.

A sort of silence settles in as Max hums softly to herself and chews on her lip while Chloe watches the window for the food. The pressure of Max against her feels good, great even, but it all feels so surreal. “I can’t believe we’re actually on a date.”

“Oh no?” Max giggles softly as she snakes an arm around Chloe’s waist, “What’s so unbelievable about it?”

“How about the part where you said yes?”

“When I told my parents, my dad announced that Joyce and mom owe him fifty bucks.”

“Wait, what?” Chloe somehow manages to not stammer.

“They all had a bet, our dads bet that we’d date some day.”

Chloe turns her eyes heavenwards, where the few stars visible in LA are starting to poke out as the sun sets. I guess you’re smiling on my dumb ass from up there, huh dad?

“¡Loca!” Alejandro shouts from the truck as he puts their food out.

“That’s us.” Chloe says before reluctantly pulling away from Max, “we’ll eat in the back of my truck, meet me there?”

“Sure thing.”

Chloe trots over, grabs the two trays of food. Damn, dude threw in tortilla chips gratis, I fucking owe him a bigass tip next time I come.

Max waits for her, standing next to the now open tailgate. “After you, mademoiselle.”

“You know French?” Chloe asks with a cocked eyebrow as she slides the trays into the bed before climbing up.

“I picked up a couple things from an ex.” Max shrugs as Chloe turns, offers her a hand and hauls her up into the bed.

They end up sitting together at the far end, their backs resting against the cab as Chloe divides the food between them. “Eat up, short stuff.”

“Oh my god, stop making fun of my height you beanstalk!” Max laughs as she elbows Chloe.

Chloe just cackles as she pulls out her first taco and takes her first bite. Come on Chloe, it’s Max, but it’s still a date so don’t eat like a total fucking slob.

She waits until she’s actually finished her first mouthful and swallowed before turning to Max, “How is it?”

“Oh my god I think I’m in love,” Max mutters as she finishes her first mouthful, “Legit the best taco I’ve ever had.”

“Did I tell you or did I tell you?” Chloe grins in triumph before taking another bite of her taco.

They don’t talk much as they consume their tacos, they’re too tasty. Chloe finishes first and has to resist the urge to shout her victory like they did when they were kids having stupid eating contests. Instead, she starts popping tortilla chips into her mouth and just kind of watching Max while she waits.

Damn, I’ve seen her a bunch since she moved here and I still can’t get over how damn cute she got. Like even her ‘ugly duckling’ pics from high school look great. I can’t believe I missed out on her braces years though, damn, that would have been hilarious to be around for. That or I would have gotten in a lot of fights for jackasses making fun of her, which wouldn’t have been much of a change honestly…

Max finishes her tacos and beams up at Chloe, “That was delicious! Thank you so much Chloe!”

“Hey, you deserve it, also hang on, you got some sour cream on your nose.” Chloe grabs a napkin and wipes it off, prompting a giggle from Max.

“You’re adorable.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Max laughs and steals a chip from Chloe’s basket before grinning at her as she eats it.

“What, hey! Those are my chips! You’ve got your own!”

“Yeah but yours are tastier!”

Oh my god, this old game. “What, you want me to feed them to you?”

Chloe’s heart skips a beat as Max’s cheeks flush red. “I-I mean, I wouldn’t mind…”

“Only if you feed me yours.” Chloe grins as she feels her own cheeks heating up.

“It's a deal then.”

Chloe holds up one of her chips to Max’s face, who promptly devours it before holding up one of her chips for Chloe, who returns the gesture. Before long they’re both grinning at each other like sappy idiots and swapping chips until their baskets run empty. Max makes a little disappointed noise as they run out and Chloe gathers up their baskets.

“I’ll run these back and we’ll hit the road?”

“Sure thing.” Max says, before stifling a yawn. “Man, I didn’t realize how late it’s getting already.”

“Nah, you’re just getting old, the night’s still young.”

Max jabs a finger into Chloe’s side before laughing, “You ass, don’t you know it’s rude to joke about a lady’s age?”

“I’m older than you!”

“I said a lady.” Max retorts with a smirk as they both get to their feet and hop out of the bed.

“You got me there Maximus Wrecked.”

Damn, I think this is actually going pretty well! She thinks to herself as she jogs back to the food stand and drops the baskets off on the outside counter. From inside Alejandro flashes her a double thumbs up and Chloe grins back at him before turning around to head back to her truck.

Max is already in the cab, holding herself and shivering a bit as Chloe gets in. “Definitely should have brought a sweater.”

Thinking fast, Chloe pulls off her blazer and holds it out to Max. “Here, until the heater decides to start working.”

“Thank you so much,” Max says as she puts the blazer on in a hurry, “This has been great.”

“Hey, you’re great so…”

There’s a giggle from Max before she stifles another yawn. “Dork. We should probably head back though. I had a crazy long day.”

Chloe’s heart sinks and her mind immediately starts racing for ways she fucked this up as she starts her truck up. “Oh, okay.”

“I had fun Chloe, seriously.” Max says, reaching out across the bench and laying her hand on Chloe’s forearm as she shifts the truck into gear. “We’ll have to do this again.”

Oh, okay, so I didn’t completely fuck it up. “Second date, huh?”

“Definitely,” Max smiles warmly as they pull out into the street, “Mind if I put some of my tunes on?”

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

Soft indie rock fills the cabin as Chloe drives back to Max’s place. Despite the promise of a second date, she really, really, really doesn’t want this to end. She’d hoped to go walking down the beach or something with max, maybe hit up a bar and get a little crazy.

Can’t you just be happy dumbass? You got the second date, just… take it easy. You know better than to rush Max of all fucking people.

The drive back to Max’s apartment is way too short, or maybe she’s so wrapped up in her thoughts that the usual nightmare of LA traffic barely registers. Either way, she’s sitting in front of Max’s building and wishing she was anywhere else in town with Max.

“So, uh…”

“Thank you, I had a wonderful evening,” Max says softly as she scoots across the bench seat and presses a gentle kiss into Chloe’s cheek, one hand cupping her chin.

It takes Chloe a second to remember what words are, much less how to put them together into sentences, but she does manage, eventually as she turns to look at Max. “You’re, uh, hella welcome.”

Something mischievous that ties Chloe’s guts in a knot sparkles in those brilliant blue eyes of Max as she smiles wide, “Do you hella want to come up to my apartment for some coffee?”

#life is strange #chloe price #max caulfield #pricefield #lis #prompt fic #kiss prompt #chloe can you stop being a disaster for FIVE MINUTES

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strabbyshortcake · 3 years

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champy’s charhouse

Gramble and Boots meet for the first time.

tw for mild violence.

Champy’s Charhouse sat smack dab in the middle of a whole lot of nothing, along a lone strip of highway that ran east to west through vast cornfields and strips of forest and swampland. True to its name, the steak was always overdone, but the potato skins were to die for.

Gramble usually went with one or more of his housemates, but Wambus was tired, Triffany was busy with grading papers, Yosie had a cage match tonight and Bronica had plans with her girlfriend already. That was alright, though. Gramble could have a good time on his own.

He borrows Triffany’s car, pulling up in the dusty parking lot as the sun’s about to set. The parking lot is already full of various mud-splattered beaters and pickups, many of which he recognizes. Funny that he could think of himself as a local now and feel a hit of pride about it. The bright orange neon sign buzzes above his head as he walks in, heading right for the bar to find a seat with a good view of the stage. True to form the place smells like burnt meat, but even as a vegetarian, it’s a comforting smell, mixed in with sweaty fur and soil and beer.

Triffany had gotten him into one of her favorite rock bands, the Velvet Knives, so he’d borrowed one of her old band tees to wear for the sets some of the local bands were playing tonight. He settles in, orders his potato skins and a coke, and watches as the first band gets their equipment set up. Once the music starts, everybody seems to be having a great time, clapping or singing along. That is, until the front row starts getting restless.

“This sucks!” calls a bright orange grumpus from the bar several seats down. His buddies laugh, a few of them hurling their own insults to the irritation of the other patrons. Several of them wear jackets with the letters of a nearby college fraternity on them. Rowdy college kids were nothing out of the ordinary though. Gramble was sure they’d be kicked out if they kept on heckling.

The band, in good humor, plays on, finishing their song before the singer decides to address them. “Sounds like we got a couple ornery hogs in the audience,” she says, grinning, showing her fangs. “Well, ain’t nobody keepin’ you here. If you go on squealin’, someone’s liable to shut you up.”

One of the frat kids hurls a bottle. It smashes against the back wall of the stage.

“Hey, now!” the band’s drummer calls, ducking. “C’mon, there’s no need for that!”

The grumpus next to Gramble, who seemed to be a part of that group, grabs his own bottle and starts to move his arm back. Gramble grabs him by the wrist, using his other hand to yank the bottle out of the other grump’s paw. “Cut it out!” he tells them, baring his own teeth. Out the corner of his eye he can see the two coolers the bar employed moving toward the bar. They’re both big, but so are the frat kids…

The guy he’d grabbed snarls, ripping his arm out of Gramble’s hold. He’s got golden fur, and two sets of slightly-crooked fangs. “You want me to throw you instead, pipsqueak?”

“You wanna lose a hand?” Gramble snaps in return. “Quit actin’ like you were raised by raccoons, you goddamn fool!”

He hears glass shatter as one of the other frat kids jumps off their stool, swinging a paw at the cooler who’d reached him. The rest of them seem to take this as a sign to do the same, converging on the coolers with teeth and claws bared. However, Gramble doesn’t see what happens next as the grumpus next to him grabs him under the arms and slams him onto the bar. Gramble yelps, coughing as the wind is knocked out of him.

“You hicks take everything too personal, you know that?” The frat kid growls, looming over Gramble. “Ain’t even worth it to bite you. I’d probably get some kinda disease.”

Gramble kicks him in the chest. He grunts and staggers a little, enough to give Gramble a second to sit up, only for the frat kid to come back and punch him directly in the nose. Gramble sees stars, reeling and nearly tumbling off the bar, digging his claws into the marked wood of the counter to keep himself from falling. Blood dribbles from his nose and lip, bitter and metallic. Hopefully the jerk had cut his knuckles on one of Gramble’s teeth.

Still dizzy from the punch, he feels strong hands seize him by the shoulders and twists around, blindly snapping his jaws shut over frat kid’s arm. The frat kid curses, grabbing Gramble by the neck with his free hand. He digs his claws into the thick ruff surrounding it, either to try and yank Gramble’s jaws off or strangle him. Gramble had let his fur grow long and shaggy around his neck and shoulders and it thankfully keeps those claws from getting in too deep.

“Asshole! You’re gonna wreck my jacket!” he hears the frat kid cry as they struggle together. Maybe, Gramble thinks, he should have thought of that before starting a bar fight. In the darkness of the roadhouse he can see the other kids still embroiled in a brawl with the coolers and several of the other patrons, though it’s impossible to tell who’s on what side by now. Nothing he can see but a lot of flying fur and flashing fangs under the neon lights. He shoves the frat kid’s arm away from his neck, wincing as those claws tear some of his fur out.

A building roar from outside catches the attention of some of the patrons, who extract themselves from the brawl and look towards the door. It’s the guttural growl of a motorcycle, a huge one from the sound, drawing closer until it stops in the parking lot and sputters out. Most of the patrons scurry back to their tables, leaving the frat kids standing by the bar, puzzled and disheveled. The guy holding onto Gramble lets him go so he slides off the bar and falls onto the floor with a thud, knocking one of the stools over.

“What?” he hears one of them grunt.

The doors swing open as another grumpus enters, ducking slightly just to get through the doorway. Even from the other side of the room, Gramble can see she towers head and shoulders above most of the other patrons and is broader by at least half, and these were not small grumpuses. Each thump of her dinner-plate-sized paws on the floor makes the cutlery laid out on the tables jingle musically as she approaches. Her fur is the color of pine needles. The bar lights glint ruby in her eyes.

She frowns down at the frat kids, at their neon orange leader. “Is there a problem, here?” Her voice is a deep, husky growl, the sort you could feel in your ribs. In the bar lights Gramble can see the glimmer of a badge pinned to her leather jacket.

“No problem,” the leader holds his hands up defensively, a cowed smile on his face. She doesn’t even have to bare her own teeth. Her sheer bulk is enough. “We were just havin’ a good time.”

“I know your kind. You’re too stupid to have a good time.” She lashes out, grabbing a fistful of his scruff and dragging him towards the door like a kitten. He briefly tries to struggle before giving up, letting her hurl him out of the roadhouse like a sack of stale hamburger buns. As she turns back to the rest of the group, they sheepishly file out, the one Gramble had bitten clutching his bleeding arm.

“Thank you so much for comin’ by, officer Timberheart,” Gramble hears the bar’s owner (not Champy himself, but his son, Shester) say as he emerges from the office he’d been hiding in. Timberheart, huh, Gramble thinks to himself. So that was her name. It sounds so sturdy. A perfect fit for her.

“Aw, it’s no problem,” Ms. Timberheart tells him. “I was already in the neighborhood.”

“Can I get you anything? Something to drink?”

“Maybe next time, but thanks.”

With the commotion now died down, the conversation of the other guests begins to filter back in as everyone takes their seats again, resuming whatever they’d been doing before the fight had started. Gramble starts to pick himself up but stumbles, grabbing for one of the barstools. Maybe he’d been hit harder than he thought…

The noise gets Timberheart’s attention. She turns towards him, picking up the downed stool as she crouches. Even now she towers at least a good two feet over him when he’s standing. He blinks up at her concerned expression. She’s got a very soft face, now that he can see it clearly. Her eyes are big and gentle, her features framed by her thick, fluffy coat. Her nose is even shaped like a heart.

“You alright there?” She asks him. “Looks like they roughed you up good.”

“Ah…” Gramble’s not sure if he’s still reeling from the punch, but his stomach for sure feels knotted up, and he hadn’t even been hit there. “…y-yeah, I’m alright. I tried to stop one of ‘em from throwin’ stuff at the band. He didn’t appreciate it...”

“Good of you to try.” She grabs a handful of napkins from the counter, handing them to him. “Here, get yourself cleaned up. I swear, these out-of-towners think they can just swagger in here like they own the place, cause a ruckus and then leave when things start to get a lil’ too spicy.”

Gramble presses the napkins to his bleeding nose, noting with a twinge of disappointment that she’s got a gold wedding band around one of her fingers. Ah, well. Nothing stopping him from getting to know her. “I dunno how some folks can act like that… Like they were raised by wild animals.”

“That’s a little unkind to wild animals, don’t you think?” She chuckles. “What’s your name? Haven’t seen you around, I don’t think.”

“Oh, it’s… I’m Gramble.” Sniffling, Gramble smiles, hoping there’s no blood still on his teeth. “I guess I’m kinda new in town. Been livin’ here for about a year, now.”

“Gramble? You’re a friend of Wambus and Triff’s, ain’tcha? They said they were entertainin’ some sorta house guest when I saw ‘em a while back. Anyway.” She offers him a massive paw, one he could easily fit both his own in with room to spare. “Name’s Beautricia, but everyone just calls me Boots.”

Gramble accepts the paw, giving it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you, Boots! I hope I’ll see you around?”

“Oh, you will.” She smiles, showing just a hint of her fangs. “Take care now, Gramble. Enjoy the rest of the show.”

#bugsnax #fics #gramble gigglefunny #boots timberheart

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[ V V S her diamonds ] – ch 04.

[5:45 p.m.] Washed-out rays of sunshine flood the arcade cafe, and Seungwan can’t contain her flourishing smile at the thought of Bae Joohyun visiting her at work.

. . . . .

Sometimes I wish I could go and live in the clouds of your fantasies.

Being a part-time barista is a safe-haven for all of hers.

The junior buzzes around behind the counter, systematically preparing orders of cakes and coffees on the tiny overhead order slips. A satisfied hum sounds as she finishes prettying the dessert display and slides the glass window closed.

Cake display, check.

Watermelon lychee-mint crush, coming up.

She dries her hands after spooning the frozen watermelon chunks into the blender, and the crinkle of her leather apron sounds brand new for some reason. Perhaps it’s because she feels brand new. Either way, her customers seem to pick up on her good mood too, and it blows her usually gruelling shift by like a light summer breeze. The hustle of work-pressed university students scrambling for their sugar rushes and extra shots of caffeine dulls in her ears, the memory of the past three weeks sitting at the very forefront of her thoughts.

The past three weeks of back and forth texting, weekly study dates and a volantly climbing heart rate– wait no, a steadily building friendship.

About halfway through the afternoon, the regular tempo of her shift suddenly interrupts with a swish of silky hair and an award winning smile.

“Wow, a barista. Cute and talented, I see. Where do I sign up?”

Seungwan adjusts the straps on her apron, blinking. “Taeyeon sunbaenim?”

“Kidding, kidding,” the girl laughs, holding her hand out as if that would somehow quell the bout of unease that had begun to well in the pit of Seungwan’s stomach.

Remaining professional, she answers with a nervous laugh of her own. “What can I get for you today, sunbaenim?”

Taeyeon hums, tapping a delicate finger to her chin while she stares down at the fancy little menu. A vague smirk graces pink lips as her fingertip traces the bold laminated print. “Hm, what do your pancakes come with?”

Seungwan leans over the cash register to glaze over the small description underneath and then snaps back up, knowing the ingredients by heart already. “Oh! They’re plain buttermilk, but you can choose your topping! Uh… strawberries and ice cream is– it’s a customer favourite, if you’d like.”

A hum of deliberation. “I see. And do I get special service?”

“S-Sorry?” The suggestion in her tone chokes the girl, unsure of what that means.

Taeyeon gracefully giggles and leans over the counter to playfully tap Seungwan on the shoulder. “Yah, you’re too funny. I meant an extra scoop of ice cream. Since we know each other, obviously. Why, what were you thinking?”

“Ah! Of course I can do that for you,” she chuckles awkwardly, keying in the order. Seungwan’s fingers flinch around the Amex Black Card when it doesn’t slip out of Taeyeon’s as easily. Chestnut eyes peek up at her, and from the casual smirk on her face, the older girl seems to know what she’s doing.

“Oh yeah,” her expression contorts as though she’s trying to recall why she’s now holding up a small queue of foot-tapping, huffing customers. “How’s your project going?”

She answers hastily, eyeing the holdup. “It’s great! Joohyun unnie is really helping me with this class.”

Taeyeon raises a brow. “Unnie?”

“Y-Yeah, Joohyun unnie’s great, can– can I take your card, please?” she reiterates.

“Ah,” the other girl finally nods in realisation, “you two are close friends now. That’s great! I’m glad to hear it’s going well.” The grip on the credit card slackens. “Thank you, Seungwan.”

Seungwan purses her lips, stiffly rocking on her heels as they both wait for the card reader to go ‘beep’. Once Taeyeon walks away, her tension dispels with a heavy sigh and she signals for the next customer.

Softy’s Autumn Morning comes on the set playlist shuffle. Pleasant lo-fi beats ripple through the cafe and Seungwan gently bops along as she works, carefully eyeing the bubbling pancake mix to make sure it doesn’t burn.

Time seems to slow to a glacial pace. That is, until the little bronze bell chimes and a certain someone walks in. Seungwan recognises that vintage Balenciaga Defile Sport hoodie in a heartbeat. Her legs kick into gear and she rushes over to meet her. Joohyun approaches the counter with her signature gaze of boredom, but hides a laugh behind her sweater paw when she sees the barista almost trip over her own sneakers.

Five minutes later, said barista is hunched over a small cup of latte, hands steadily crafting two pointy milk ears with the help of a toothpick.

As she pops a little bonus on the saucer in replacement of their standard Lotus Biscoff biscuit, Seungwan wonders where Sooyoung and Jennie are, melting a little at how Joohyun looks so small and harmless without the final duo to complete her killer posse. God, when they're all three together, it gets really hard to not believe she'sthe precious daughter of South Korea's most elusive mafia boss. The rumours have to come from somewhere, right? She takes a deep breath to steel her nerves before serving the mafia daughter sitting by the window.

“Enjoy your coffee, unnie!” she chirps, setting the steaming drink down. Service with a complimentary home baked cookie is her way of saying ‘I think you’re super cool’.

Totally embarrassed at her dumb little gift, the girl slinks back to her station with sizzling ears before her senior can even thank her.

How cute.

Joohyun’s lips curl into a secret smile at the milk foam cat happily greeting her from her latte.

. . . . .

[7:45 p.m.] Seulgi whines when she goes to get a Cola from the fridge and finds the door wide open with Yerim chugging milk straight from the carton. Her roommate calmly caps the lid, dutifully ignoring her.

. . . . .

Polystyrene containers of spicy tteokbokki, salmon sashimi, crispy pork mandu as well as skewers of various glazed meats glisten deliciously under warm living room lights. It’s the perfect go-to cheat day feast.

“Unnie, you’re like those tragic lovers in my dramas,” the youngest blurts, chewing on her Yakult straw. “Literally every one of them. Too dumb to confess and then drowns in their tears at night. You gonna break the cycle or what?”

Shock seizes Seungwan’s expression before she shakes her head at the way this heartless dongsaeng just takes her feelings and tosses them around like a salad. Still, she thinks, there’s no harm in being honest.

“What’s there to confess? We’re just friends."

Seulgi and Yerim exchange a silent look at the neat pile of tteokbokki on Seungwan’s plate. They remembered only a month ago, their friend seemed to have eyes for nothing else. The dish was so tasty she could marry it, apparently. But its charms seem to have worn off; now overshadowed by Joohyun’s endearingly obnoxious laughter and just about everything about her.

"Plus, you know, I doubt Joohyun unnie sees me that way either."

An epiphany strikes Yerim and she slaps her hand on the table, jabbing a restless finger at her shocked dorm mates. “Zenitsu, Zenitsu! Unnie, you’re Zenitsu, I’ve freaking figured it out.”

Confusion colours Seungwan’s face. “Zenits… who?”

“Zenitsu from Demon Slayer.”

“What?”

“That mopey kid.”

“Yerim-ah…”

“Demon Slayer. Yerimie’s bingeing it right now. Anime on Netflix or something,” Seulgi explains through a mouthful of dumpling, “she won’t shut up about it. God help us there’s a movie out already.”

Curiosity soon has the confused girl peering at her screen, determined to find out what she’s being called. Thank god for YouTube.

The youngest feels the heat as she watches her unnie’s expression become more and more deadpan with every passing video.

“Yerim. What, exactly, do you see of me in this?” Seungwan threateningly questions, holding up a paused clip of a cartoon boy grovelling at the feet of a pretty girl. She wonders if it’s wrong to want Joohyun to actually have mafia connections now… and if she’d be willing to share them with her for… purposes.

She shrugs defensively. “What? Don’t you think he’s cute?”

"Don't worry Wan, I don't see it either," Seulgi jumps in.

‘Cute’ isn’t quite the term. The blonde nonchalantly brings the chopsticks to her mouth and bites down… onto thin air. Much to the amusement of the two across her. “Hey how’s it going with Sooyoung?” she turns her attention to the girl sitting cross-legged opposite.

Seulgi tuts in reply, dangling a salmon slice in front of her unimpressed roomie. “Stop trying to change the subject, Wan. It’s sooo obvious.” After a pregnant pause, she grins like a kid on Christmas morning, spilling her own adventures with her third of the black velvet trio in one breath. “But thank you for asking because we’re going to the cinema this weekend.”

Yerim chopsticks another tteokbokki onto her plate. “Ooh, what movie?”

“Oh, uh…” Seulgi shrugs, “dunno… I think Sooyoung knows more about what’s good, so I’ll–”

“You’re gonna let her decide, is what I’m hearing,” the maknae scoffs with an eye roll.

Seungwan smiles.

“Simps… simps! Help, someone save me, you guys are everywhere!” Yerim pretends to drown on land and her friends resist the urge to jump her on the spot.

. . . . .

[11:09 a.m.] The raven-haired senior catches her unsuspecting junior on her way through campus gardens the next morning and pries her for answers.

. . . . .

“Why a cat?”

Seungwan’s eyes form joyous crescent moons. “Unnie!”

Suddenly, she has to keep her focus from dwindling into how good they’d both look sitting under the shade of that big old oak tree.

Somewhere through the cottoned clouds of her daydreams, they’re on one of their many picnics. Doughnuts, corn-dogs, toasted sandwiches and bottled juice litter the peach gingham mat they’re sitting on, and Joohyun offers her a corner of her Gilgeori toast. Of course, she cheekily tries her luck, leaving her with just the corner instead. She yelps when Joohyun gives her a shoulder thwack well deserved.

Clumsy knees knock together as they laugh themselves silly, the powdered sugar on their lips melting into a sweet river every time she connects them with a kiss.

Seungwan bites her lip, wringing her mind of those thoughts, trying to play down the elation at hearing her senior’s curiosity. “A cat? I-I don’t know, I just think they’re funny and– kinda cute.” Her voice goes squeaky with excitement. “You liked it? Unnie! You should order more coffees with milk in them. I’ll draw you a bunny next time!”

Joohyun nods, willing to buy the cafe’s entire stock if it meant she got to see Seungwan beam like a praised puppy, all too eager to learn its next trick.

And she might’ve just marched down there right now to do as she’d said… if they weren’t ten minutes late for their class. Suddenly they’re both panickedly clutching at each other, torn between sprinting like they’re being chased by hyenas, turning up fashionably late, or hopping around and freaking out about the fact that they’re already eleven minutes late, now.

Joohyun’s wrist is grabbed just as she’s about to suggest the fashionably late option. Then she’s hurtling forward, struggling to keep her books from falling whilst poorly protesting the early-morning PE session. But Seungwan is too busy shouting nonsense into the skies about how this is the final chance the lightning gods get to strike her down and charge her up.

Which would’ve been convincing had her voice not cracked on every other word.

As the pair clumsily sprint down the path of pastel flower bushes, the older girl can’t remember the last time she’s laughed this freely. She can barely get the words out but she feels like she’d explode if she didn’t.

“Seungwan-ah! You’re giving me a six pack!”

And when Seungwan turns back to laugh with her, something in Joohyun’s static heart ignites.

. . . . .

In the diamond, star-dappled sky, Cherub wakes from his silken cloud. Lily-white wings unfurl at the latest calling.

#red velvet #wenrene #wendy #irene #university au #seulgi #joy #yeri #joygi #a budding relationship #i mean friendship

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