Cureely - Cure Ely!

So the New Ninja got taller huh.. poor Akari only growing 5'1 feet and being the shortest of all 12 grade while her gf girl best friend is almost the height as Nobu's too,,,

i. Am. So. Fucking. Mad. Right. Now.

MY DAD HAD ONE JOB, AND ITS TO NOT TOUCH MY DAMN PAPERCRAFTS, AND THIS FUCKING HAPPENS AGAIN??? FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY IS MY LIFE BEING SO SHIT RN,,, NOW THE TEAM IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT CURE HEART AND CURE DIAMOND.... NOT ONLY THOSE TWO, BUT CURE WINK AS WELL.....

I hate my stupid baka life

Lots of songs are in my head lmao

Sayoko by MikitoP

The Main Character by Will Wood

My R by Kurage-P

Self Inflicted Achromatic and Tawagoto Speaker by Nekolobo

Open tags as well idc

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Right, i forgot to say this.. BUT I HAVE A NEW C.AI ACC!!! GO CHECK OUT MY 4 BOTZ WITH TAKUYA BEING THE MOST POPULAR RN!!!

God it's 3am why am I doing this

HOLY CRAP... THIS IS SO CUTEEEE

As an old anemia victim, I approve this !!

This fic is so Kirakirala~!!

I'll probably draw an inspo of this soon once I finish exams next week hehe

~Cheer You Up~

You and Idol Pretty Cure♪ + SickChild!Reader

Fandom: You and Idol Pretty Cure♪

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, child, sick and in need of surgery(illness not specified)

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort?

Word Count: 1559

Synopsis: When you— a sick child— need encouragement to get through a surgery, your favorite idols pay you a visit, and give you exactly that.

Warnings: Illness(unspecified) and mentions of surgery

~Masterlists~

~You and Idol Pretty Cure♪ Masterlist~

A/N ~ My first KimiPre fanfic, yay! This was heavily inspired by that one episode of Fresh Precure. I just thought it was too cute!

‼️This oneshot was written before episode 12 of KimiPre had aired. So please excuse any potential inaccuracies‼️

Pure enjoyment and wonder filled your heart as you watched the performance on the screen of your tablet. The music filled your ears, causing you to hum along to it.

You marveled at the pretty pink idol on stage, wanting nothing more than to copy her dance moves. But due to you being stuck in your hospital bed— your body too weak to sustain too much movement— you could only bob your head to the beat.

“Hello (name)!” A nurse chimed as she entered your room. “I see you’re watching those ‘Idol Pretty Cure’ videos again.”

You chuckled bashfully. “Yeah, they’re just so cool!”

She hummed with a smile, peering over to your screen. “Which one is that?”

“Cure Idol!” Just then, her song ended, and automatically began playing another performance. “Oh, and that’s Cure Kyun-Kyun!” You practically jumped in your seat from excitement.

“Woah there, don’t strain yourself!” The nurse laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. “Those girls certainly make you happy. I haven’t seen you smile this much in a long time.”

It was true. Due to being bedridden most days, you never really enjoy yourself. Even during the times when you could walk around, you were in constant pain. But the Idol Pretty Cure had brought some sort of light into your life.

“Yeah.” You said halfheartedly, too immersed in Kyun-Kyun’s solo.

“Just think of it; after you recover from surgery, you might be able to see them in person!”

By the simple mention of said surgery, your body tensed.

The doctors had finally found a way to stop your pain. After countless nights in the hospital, you knew you should’ve been excited. But the very thought of undergoing an operation filled you with terror. You’ve never had surgery before, and your brain could only think of what could go wrong.

Knowing this, the nurse came up with an idea.

~~~~

Sitting at the low table on the loft above Cafe Glitter, the three Pretty Cure and Purirun sat with their manager, Tanaka. They awaited to hear promised news from him.

“You’ve received an email I think is worth hearing about.” He said in his typical, serious voice.

The girls, along with Purirun, gasped excitedly.

“Ooh, is it another job offer?” Uta guessed. “Do we get to be in another commercial?”

“Me? In a commercial?” Kokoro flushed at the idea.

“I wanna see Kokoro on TV ~puri!” Purirun chimed in.

Nana laughed. “Guys, let’s hear what Tanaka has to say first.”

Everyone quieted down, and eagerly awaited the news.

“Thank you, Ms. Aokaze.” The manager pushed up his glasses. “This isn’t about a job offer. But it’s something interesting nonetheless. I’d label it as ‘charity’.”

“Charity? Like helping people?” Nana asked.

“Precisely. Though, it’s just one person. A child, to be exact.” He pulled up the email on his phone, and began to read it aloud.

“Dear Idol Pretty Cure,

My name is Shoko Sato, and I’m a nurse at Hanamichi Hospital.

This message is regarding one of my patients, (full name). They’re a young child, who’s a huge fan of your group.

Soon, they’ll be receiving a life changing surgery. They’ve been in terrible health for a big part of their life, so this is a very good thing for them. But they’re terrified.

Your group has been the only thing that brings a smile to their face. So I was hoping you’d consider giving them a visit before their surgery. I was thinking that wishing them good luck would make them feel better.

I know you’re probably very busy, with your rising popularity and all. But I ask that you please consider this. Both (name) and I would be very grateful if you could make it.

Feel free to message me for further details.”

By the time Tanaka finished reading, the girls all wore pitied frowns on their faces.

“That’s so sad!” Uta cried emotionally.

“That poor kid, having to undergo surgery.” Nana recounted. “I know I’d be scared too.”

“Yeah…” Kokoro added. Purirun let out a quiet “Puri…” in agreement.

“So, what do you girls think?” Tanaka asked. “What should I tell Ms. Sato?”

All three Precure glanced at each other in agreement, before nodding.

“We’ll do it!” Uta announced, shooting up from her seat. “We’ll be sure to make (name) feel so kirakilala, that they’ll be brave enough for their surgery!”

“Yeah!” Everyone else chimed in.

~~~~

(The day of your surgery)

The operation was to begin in two hours, and you were sweating bullets. You didn’t think you’ve been so scared in your life. Idol Pretty Cure videos have been playing on repeat to try and calm your nerves, but it didn’t help enough.

“(name)!” Ms. Sato called to you, making you jump. Though, you calmed down once you remembered it wasn’t time yet.

“You have some visitors!” She said in a singsong tone, making you curious.

“Really? Who?” You asked, turning off your tablet, and placing it on your side table.

Ms. Sato simply chuckled, and stepped to the side to let the guests in. Your heart nearly stopped once your eyes caught sight of the familiar hair and outfits. It was the Idol Pretty Cure!

“Kirakilala!~” The one and only Cure Idol greeted you— waving enthusiastically with two hands. Cure Wink and Kyun-Kyun smiled from beside her, also waving.

“N-no way! Idol Pretty Cure!” You squealed, bouncing in your seat from pure excitement. “What’re you doing here?!”

“Hehe!” Cure Idol giggled. “We’re here to cheer you up, and to wish you good luck!”

“Really? But how’d you…” You began to wonder. But you then caught sight of Ms. Sato grinning from the corner of the room. You smiled back at her, and made a mental note to thank her later.

Cure Wink stepped beside you, and that’s when you noticed a plush of their mascot in her arms.

“Here,” She held it out for you to take. “Purirun came to see you too!”

In pure disbelief, you stared at her— as if asking permission to hold her. After giving you a friendly nod, you carefully took Purirun into your arms. It felt oddly lifelike for a plush.

Looking back at her, you gave her a grateful smile. She winked at you, and you just barely held back a squeal.

“Well, are you ready?” Cure Idol asked.

“For what?” You questioned, tilting your head slightly.

“For the show, of course!” She said, giving you her signature heart sign with her hands.

“Show?! I mean, yeah!” You squeezed the plush happily. You could’ve sworn you heard a sound come from it, but you chose to ignore it.

“Kirakilala!” Cure Idol exclaimed. “Alright girls, let’s go!”

The other two members nodded, before getting into position.

The moments that happened next had to be the happiest of your entire life. You got a full show from your favorite idols. They performed every song breathtakingly— enthusiasm and dedication clear as day. While there was no stage or lights, they were even more sparkly than in the videos.

After the last song, you and Ms. Sato applauded for the umpteenth time. Your hands had begun to hurt at that point from just how much clapping you’ve been doing.

“Thank you very much!” They said with a bow.

“I still can’t believe I got to see that!” You hugged Purirun tightly, still on cloud nine. “Thank you, Idol Pretty Cure!”

They smiled, and walked over to the side of your bed. “We’re just glad we were able to cheer you up!” Cure Idol said.

“You totally did!” You replied.

Each girl placed on of their hands on yours, comfortingly. “And we know that you’ll do just fine with your surgery. You’re an amazing kid, so you can do anything!” Cure Kyun-Kyun said, giving your hand a little squeeze.

Her words made you remember the whole purpose of their visit. But even so, you weren’t as scared as you once were. “You’re right. I think I can do it.”

They all giggled happily. “When you recover, maybe come to a show or meet and greet?” Cure Wink suggested.

“Yeah, I definitely will!”

Just then, a doctor entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but we need to begin preparing for (name)’s surgery.”

“Yes, we’ll be right out.” They replied.

Turning their attention back to you, their warm smiles still remained.

“Well (name), we’ll meet again soon!” Cure Idol said softly. She let go of your hand, forming hers into her heart hand sign. “I know you’ll do kirakilala!~”

The others nodded in agreement, each doing their own heart sign.

“Thank you guys so much! I promise to get better soon!” You said, handing Purirun back to Cure Wink.

With a few goodbyes, the Idol Pretty Cure left. And with them, your fears as well. They gave you the encouragement you needed to get through the surgery. Now, your sole focus was to recover, and see them once more.

The idols themselves felt that they had perfectly achieved their goal. Happy was certainly an understatement for the way they felt. It was the first time they’d helped somebody like that. Just that alone made them feel like real idols— people who bring hope to others through song and dance. This unforgettable experience would surely be one of their most cherished memories of their careers.

Dividers by @dollywons

~~baileypie-writes

It's my exams today. START PANICKING

"Ok, what about yakisoba?" "Pasta?" "Okonomiyaki?" "Pizza?"

Futari wa Precure Episode 5

*SOBS HAPPILY*

I needed that hug.

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Sending da biggest hugs to my rc9gn and Precure oomfs!

@crystalrose @totallynotstari @imadumdumjewel @aster-saturn

@baileypie-writes @ubeng-ubas @critterpede @miyatheoneandonly @trashisstillhere + anyone who wants to join!

Hug time! Pass this around and hug whoever you think is an amazing mutual 🎉🌹

@emoscot @laismoura-art @scentedcandleibex and the person who sent this ask!

Lalalala guess who's being disrespected again!!!

So. They're being disrespectful on my Asexuality, so here's all the proof

CW: N word, Ace-phobics, disrespect

Ignore the zoom meeting box btw, I'm attending smth

Seriously, why the hell would they mock me like this??? God do I hate myself even more..

Ai-chan impression..

cw: cringe voice reveal HELPME