#((yeah i totally don't have some reports to write haha))

[stellar-haikyuu]

orange ☆ ennoshita chikara x reader

synopsis: reader is karasuno's second-year manager. during one of their morning trips to a tokyo training camp, something heart-fluttering with ennoshita happens. based on the song "orange" by spyair. details: fluff, ~1.4k words, gn! reader. i referred to characters based on how the reader would probably address them! takes place sometime during the season 2 tokyo training camp arc. warnings: none!

“I will spread my wings and take off straight ahead, Up to those beautiful orange morning skies. There’s only a second left, give me just one more, I beg — Every moment is precious to me like nothing else. I know…”

Although you normally hated waking up at the ungodly hours of the morning, you still buzzed with excitement as you stood in front of the rented school bus. 

You’ve lost count of how many training camps Karasuno has attended now, but each time, you see the team reach new heights. Playing against Tokyo powerhouses truly pushed the team further.

“Are all the members here?” Shimizu asks, walking up to your right. You do a quick headcount, scanning the endearing mix of sleepy and excited boys. “Yes, all twelve are present.” 

Shimizu nods and turns back to Hitoka, who is frantically running through a checklist. You chuckle at her diligence.

“It’s alright, Hitoka-chan,” you reassure the nervous first-year manager. 

“B-but, senpai! It’s- I can’t- the first aid kit,” Hitoka stammers, clutching her clipboard. You look over the checklist Hitoka held and see that the first aid bag is the only item left uncrossed.

Hitoka spins her head around to inspect each bag pile in the driveway. Some of the boys who notice the first-year’s conundrum ask her what’s wrong. 

You’re about to help Hitoka with her search, but that’s when you notice where the first aid bag is.

“Um, Hitoka-chan?” You can’t hide the giggle from your voice. Shimizu locks eyes with you, wearing an amused expression.

“Yes?!” Hitoka whips around immediately.

“You might want to look at the bag on your shoulder.”

Hitoka blinks for a moment before she looks down. She promptly falls to her knees, burying her face in her hands. This takes the entire team by surprise, causing even the sleepy members to startle. 

“It was with me this whole time! I can’t believe this- I’m so sorry! I should be more careful and aware, I caused you guys to worry for no reason and, and-” 

“Take it easy, Hitoka-chan.” You pat her back. “And just in case it did end up missing, there are always nearby convenience stores and pharmacies for supply runs.”

Hitoka quietly wails in frustration, then shoots her head up with determination shining in her eyes. “Okay! I promise to be more observant!” 

You and Shimizu exchange another look, sharing a soft laugh. “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” the third-year says warmly. “Now let’s help sensei and coach load all the bags.”

“Alright, everyone. Last chance for a bathroom break,” you announce to the team, barely suppressing your laughter as you see a few of them visibly consider if they need to go.

After helping Takeda-sensei ensure that nothing was left behind in the parking lot, you realize that you’re the last student to board the bus.

As you step on, you scan the seats. Hitoka and Shimizu are paired up front. Right, it’s their turn to sit together today.

You check the line of single window seats, but all of them are occupied, leaving you confused.

Wait, they always leave one empty for one of the managers…

You find it a little odd that Tanaka and Nishinoya are occupying the single seats in front, totally knocked out. But, whatever, you can take the back seat-

“Would you like to sit beside me?”

Startled, you turn to see Ennoshita looking up at you with a sleepy smile.

“Huh?” you blink.

He pats the empty seat beside him. “No one’s sitting here. Plus, you’ll be right behind Shimizu-senpai and Yachi-san.”

Hitoka looks up at the mention of her name. “Oh! Senpai, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you didn’t have a seat left.”

You ruffle her hair gently. “It’s okay, Hitoka-chan. Don’t worry about it.”

Shimizu turns to them and puts a hand on Hitoka’s shoulder. “Yes, she’ll be fine next to Ennoshita.” Her gaze lingers on you for a moment. A subtle but knowing expression crosses her face before she turns away. 

What did that mean?

You sit beside Ennoshita, feeling a flutter in your stomach. You’re used to his presence, but being this close feels different.

“Uh, thanks,” you murmur. 

“No problem, I think the guys forgot that you normally sit there. They’re just sleepy-” The end of his sentence morphs into a yawn and he immediately apologizes.

“So are you,” you laugh. “Get a good sleep.”

“I will. You too.”

You both lean back into your seats as the bus starts to move. As the rumble beneath your feet turns steady, a comfortable silence settles between you. 

You glance out the window, admiring the first rays of sunlight painting the horizon. The orange reminds you of the fleeting beauty of moments like this.

Your eyes follow the trail of light, which falls on Ennoshita’s peaceful face. The sight makes warmth bloom in your chest and spread to the rest of your body. 

Before you know it, your eyes flutter closed.

“Shh, shh, be quiet, they’ll wake up.” 

A series of whispers break through your hazy consciousness, but you keep your eyes closed, wanting to go back to sleep as soon as possible. 

You’re confused when you realize that the bus isn’t moving and you can hear the birds chirping outside.

Maybe it’s a rest stop, your mind supplies. No one’s shaking you awake, even if you can hear footsteps padding up and down. There’s nothing to worry about, so— hang on.

You’re leaning far to your right, slumped against something warm, and there’s a light pressure on top of your head.

Before you have a chance to process everything, you hear a gasp, followed by a shushing sound. 

“Take a picture, quick.” 

“Idiot, my phone makes a loud sound.”

“What if we take one from the front and cover the speaker?” 

“Hm. That’s actually pretty smart.”

“Boys, what are you-”

To their credit, you only hear a quiet, muffled camera shutter sound. Then, you feel the weight next to you shift slightly.

“We’re not saving you if Ennoshita finds out and decides to murder you two.” 

Ennoshita?

“But they’re so cuuuute. I don’t care if I die at his hands for taking this picture.” 

“Dumbass, he’ll make you do extra tutor sessions because you got them in it. Now move dude, I need to pee.”

“Ugh. Don’t snitch on us.”

Suddenly, it clicks. You’re leaning on Ennoshita and he’s leaning on you too. You don’t know how to respond. Well, not that you have to—you’re busy pretending to be asleep, after all. 

“Tanaka, Nishinoya, enough. Don’t wake them up.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Things eventually die down after a few minutes, and you hear the hiss of the bus door closing. 

You suppose you don’t have to worry about going back to sleep, taking comfort in the warmth of the person next to you. 

You find yourself wishing for this moment to last forever.

A gentle hand on your shoulder wakes you.

“We’re here,” Shimizu says, coming into focus as you blink repetitively. There’s a grin on the senior’s face. Another look that seems to mean something.

“Oh…thanks.” You groan a little, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Although you’re unwilling to detach from your source of warmth, you need to stretch and get up.

Wait…why is it warm?

You freeze. Ennoshita’s still leaning on your side and…one of his hands is holding on to your arm. 

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-

“Ennoshita?” You tap his arm gently. “Hey, we’re in Tokyo.”

“Hmm?”

“We’re here already.” Your face heats up; your teammates sneak glances at the both of you as they pass by the aisle.

Ennoshita inhales to take a deep breath, but right when he’s about to exhale, his body stiffens and he sits upright. 

“Oh my, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean- did that make you uncomfortable?” Ennoshita rushes out an apology, flustered. “I didn’t know-”

“Don’t worry about it!” You chuckle nervously. Really, don’t worry about it.

“I slept way too well,” he rubs the back of his neck. It’s adorable how flushed he’s gotten.

“Well, if it means you’re well-rested, I wouldn’t mind if it happened again,” you say quickly, not realizing how bold the words sound until they’re already out.

Ennoshita’s eyes widen in response.

You feel a little sorry for Takeda-sensei who is still making his way off the bus. He awkwardly whistles to himself, trying his hardest not to eavesdrop.

“Um. Well…that’s if you want to,” you avoid making eye contact with him.

You end up looking out the window behind Ennoshita. The pale yellow of the morning sun feels bittersweet, a reminder that the moment has already slipped away.

But, you’re reminded that every day, the sun rises and falls.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, then.”

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karasuno fic event: stellar's stationery (ongoing)

[miss-ery-3]

i dont have much to report on weight wise, as i havent weighed myself since thursday, because i've been drinking alcohol and therefore i am retaining water

i can feel how i am all swelled up rn - my rings feel tighter than normally. i'll weigh myself again once the water retention goes down

but, ofc, i have even more stuff about my whole ✨love life situation✨

i am seeing my bf tomorrow, and i will tell him that i dont think our relationship is going that greatly, and then i'll take it from there. i dont really like to think too much about it, but i also feel more at peace w it - and i think my lil crush is a huge part of that. i really dont need anyone to tell me that i'm a horrible person - i am truly doing my best, both in terms of navigating my feelings and my relationship and my mental health. i'm really not in a good place right now, but at least i can kinda pretend, that my troublesome feelings are some fun new drama that i can share w my friends (you guys teehee)

if you don't care about my love life drama, then its totally ok. if you are, you're in for a treat (maybe idk)

lets call my crush-situation W

aight, so W and i talked all night thursday, and i have quite a lot to report about that night, and then a little about last night

my friend started talking about one time i had a ons w one of my friends, like 3 years ago, and i was quite embarrassed to talk about it. but the others laughed and idk, i figured it was fine. W switched between not laughing at all, just looking down at the table, and then awkwardly laughing a bit while looking at me, and then the table. i dont know what that means??? just as the conversation ended he was like "do u wanna go for a smoke" and then we went outside, and talked about other things.

we had been drinking and joking all night, and he decided to tell some group of girls sitting in the bar, that he and i are childhood friends (big lie, i've known him since summer). and i was like "aight, whatever" and then he lied and told them that i had written him tons of love letters when we were children. and i just laughed and lied and said "yeah haha, i was totally in love with you". when we left the bar, like 2 hours later, and we were all alone, i teased him about something we told the group of girls, and then he was like "yeah yeah whatever, i know that you'll just send me another love letter. you're like tooootally into me hahaha" and i was like "oh yeah, haha, totally. u got me" while walking away and laughing. i might just be fucking overthinking everything but also... why lie about writing love letters? there are much more embarrassing things (for me) he could've said. idk, help me

he texted his girlfriend throughout the night (i think) but looked quite annoyed/not happy whenever he did, and at some point he left the table for like 15 minutes (probably to talk to her). idk

he kept touching my stuff. like my cigarettes and my lighter, he would just sit with them and play with them. i found it quite cute, idk

OKAY, and then to last night (friday) i was in another bar last night, helping out, 'cause i kinda work there (ish, like, volunteer-work) and W was supposed to have a shift later in the evening

he calls me to tell me that he will be running late, 'cause he was at an event, and shit hit the fan, idk. then he asked me if i could cover for him, and i said that i for sure could cover for him. we only talked for 1,5 minute, but idk. my fucking hands went sweaty and i couldn't stand still. i don't think i've ever picked up that fast. uuuughhhhh i feel so weird. whatever

he showed up like 1,5 hours too late (but it was ok, 'cause there really wasn't much to going on), and went directly out to find me (i was smoking) to hug me and apologize for coming so late. then i kept feeling his eyes on me, and i could hear him mention my name a lot of the night

we ended up doing some cleanup together afterwards, and it was just... really nice. we have such a good time whenever we're together and i feel so comfortable around him. except for the part where i keep thinking about how hot i think he is and how want to give him a big old smooch. i had hoped to talk to him some more, but we both went home when cleanup was done, and idk. its fine

i have not been able to keep him out of my head all day. its truly torturous

[lavender-lotion]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

868, which is bonkers???

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,445,126 words! I'm aiming for 5mil within the next decade haha

What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY I am (only) writing teen wolf fic! it's so strange to be back where I started, but it's also been really nice coming back to all these familiar characters

Top five fics by kudos:

1. (baby) maybe that matters more - Steter, 40k

2. The Perceptions of You and I - Seter, 5k

3. With You, I Belong - Stalion, 59k

4. Mates and Marriage Proposals - Steter, 15k

5. Breathing You In - Steter, 29k

... should I just call myself a steter writer at this point?

Do you respond to comments?

yes!! all the time. literally nothing brings me as much joy as comments do

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I reaaaaally don't write a lot of angst, but one of the unhappiest fics I've ever written is probably this one?

And Now? - Stetopher, 300 words

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

there actually isn't one fic I would say that fits this? I primarily write schmoop, so a lot of my fic would count as having very happy endings! p

Do you get hate on fics?

oooooooh yeah babes. I've gotten some mean comments lol

Do you write smut?

yes! not a favourite thing of mine, but I do write it here and there. I recently wrote a fic w/ smut that I really really liked it!

keep me warm in the cradle of your skin - Sterekira, 7k

Craziest crossover:

ooooh this is actually SUCH an easy answer for me! it's 100% this one teen wolf/x-men cross over (possibly my only one?) where Logan (wolverine) knew the sheriff from the way when they'd been lovers and he goes to find him, and stiles is a lil jean grey esque character. I think about this thing allllll the time, too. I freaking love it.

what-ifs (don’t fuckin’ matter to no one) - Logan (X-Men)/Sheriff Stilinski, 2k

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have actually! I only know of one for sure, and it was a stackson fic that someone had reposted to ao3? im so glad I found it (I think someone sent it to me?) and I was able to report it and get it taken down!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I love it, it's such a crazy labour of love. if you wanna translate my work, just send me a link so I can see it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

me & @flightinflame co-wrote an almando series where we wrote the same fic from different pov's which was a suuuuuper super fun experience! I've started a few other co-writes, but unfortunately they've never taken off and gone anywhere :(

there's nothing i wouldn't do to make you feel my love - Almando, 27k

All time favourite ship?

nope. nope nope nope I don't knowwwwwww

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh!! this is marked completed on ao3 now because honestly, I'm never going to finish it, but I love love love the premise of this one and I always wished I had finished it

Love Thy Family - Stilinskicest, 12k

What are your writing strengths?

this is soooo tricky lol I hate talking about myself. I would say probably dialogue! I also really like how I write romance, specifically getting together works, and I think I do a good job at nailing down the feelings that go along with them!

What are your writing weaknesses?

settings. actions. plot. I hate plot!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I used to use a looooot more than I do now, and I would use google translate. it's never GREAT, so I mostly avoid it now. I'll translate like, a single sentence every now and again, but I don't do a lot with it anymore.

as for how I feel about it as a reader - as long as I can figure out what's going on from context clues, I really don't mind it!

First fandom you wrote in?

Percy Jackson & the Olympians!

To Long For Lust - Percico, 3k

Favorite fic you've written?

this is sooooo hard and so unfair and so difficultimpossiblehorrible to answer. if I had to pick one, gun to my head, it would currently be poly fic. it's the longest, plotiest, most developed thing I've ever written, and if nothing else, it's shown me that I can write things I've never imagined being able to write! once im done act 4, I wanna print it out lol

lift our faces, together, towards the glistening - Stisaackson, 159k

@lucky-bishop @mirrorthoughts @thotpuppy @like-lazarus @rosieposiepuddingnpie @kordyceps @whimsicalmeerkat

[ladydorian05]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you for tagging me @your-catfish-friend @made-ofmemories and I think @saybiwithme also tagged me, I'm not sure, I think I saw a notification... any ways, thank you for the tag!! :3

How many works do you have on ao3?

15

What's your total ao3 word count?

123,030

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently 9-1-1 and Stranger Things, more 9-1-1 than anything as of right now.

Top five fics by kudos:

Too busy being yours to fall for someone new (9-1-1)

Eddie's UNO Reverse (9-1-1)

When life tears you asunder, but you're not alone (Stranger Things)

Jonathan's girl (Stranger Things)

Kissing his Neck (The Mandalorian)

Do you respond to comments?

I do try to respond/answer every single one, but I do struggle on what else to say beside thank you for reading.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

To this day, this one: Eparavur takisit - Apologise (The mandalorian) I do have another angsty one, but I haven't post it... yet.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So far, all but the one on the previous question have happy endings. If I have to pick... I'm really fond of this one A Christmas With You (We can be heroes (movie)) it's linked to a back then new friend so yeah.

Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, nope.

Do you write smut?

Well... I try.

Craziest crossover:

The only crossover I've ever written is an unfinished fic that's a crossover of The witcher and Skyrim... one day I shall finish it. The idea behind it is to make it a chose your own adventure kind of fic. You'll get a different ending depending on your choices, won't be anything crazy, just about two, maybe three endings and nothing so complicated since I'm not that great of a writer to pull off something more elaborated.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and if you ever find my stuff outside of Tumblr or AO3, report it, that's definitely not me.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so, no one has asked for permission. Maybe one day I'll translate some of my fics to spanish since it's my first language.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Haha, yes! I've written more than one fic and have quite a few wips with the lovely @made-ofmemories I've had so much fun writing with her. I've loved so many of the stuff she's come up with. (We always end up with new wips whenever someone has and idea.)

All time favourite ship?

That'll be difficult, I have A LOT of ships and I just cycle through them. But right now, Buddie.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I may have more than one, they're old reader inserts that I'm not sure I'll finish since the flame for those characters is pretty low.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptive text, I can see the stuff happening in my head as if it's a movie but I struggle so much to turn what's happening there into words. Even more so make it sound beautiful.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

For my fics, if I know the languageand the character(s) have also used the language, hell yes, you'll see some phrases. And on that note the only other language I know is my first language which is Spanish, so yeah. Not comfortable using a translator or dictionary for any other language.

First fandom you wrote in?

Like ever? I don't know, I started writing in middle school. oh! i just remembered! It was for an anime, Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch... and it was, it was really bad.

Favourite fic you've written?

I haven't posted it yet guys so ._.

No pressure tags!

@wikiangela @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @bidisasterevankinard @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @crowleywasagryffindor @theotherbuckley @jesuisici33 @missmagooglie @daffi-990 @pirrusstuff @giddyupbuck @neverevan @exhuastedpigeon Anyone who wants to do it!

[reveseke]

Can I make a "Hear me out" about the crossover Spiderman and Criminals Minds ??

I have read somewhere that the spider people can have the same abilities as the spiders that bite them (idk if it's true or not), so imagine a reader that have been bite by a black widow/Latrodectus (i think it's like that that Veuve Noire are call in english), and now every time the reader bites someone the poison/venom goes straight into the person's body/blood and kills them ??? Imagine how terrify the reader will be after they discover what they can do.

And imagine the BAU team after discovering it !! And imagine, the reader was normally not Hotch kid, but after the FBI learn what the reader can do, they decided to give them to Hotch so that he watches over them and be sure they doesn't kill anyone by accident.

(Also, do you accept anons ?? If yes, can I be one of them ?)

Have a great day !!

Yeah I do accept anons! What would you like your anon sign off to be? :3

Also, holy shit (/pos), you just made my day btw and got me brainstorming the idea a bit, I love this sm !!

Have an amazing day yourself as well, 'non. Thank you for sharing this! :3

Also, for future notice please don't use any built in fonts (including the smaller lettering option) in asks. It's hard to read for me due to eyestrain! /info/not mad

—— separating the initial thoughts.

Absolutely, I love that and how you think!!

I could imagine the first time they did it and they just kinda went into a paralyzed state as they stared at the slowly dying person on the ground they had just bitten. I think there could be some cautious actions and precautions taken afterwards, somewhat of building anxiety about accidentally biting someone they care about and distancing themselves a little which could end with them wandering the streets more and more while coming across accidental (or non-accidental) victims that draws the police & FBI's attention to the kid that ends with him being put into Hotch's care!

I've noticed that the abilities of their respective spider species thing is quite common headcanon with known types of spiders in the spiderverse and among spidersonas, so totally !!

[Also that reminds me that the variant I've been writing about was a jumping spider! Reader in my regular crossover (fav spiders, reason for being picked :D) and one headcanon I have is that he's more springy and jumpy in general since sensory input is heightened & the tendency of jumping to places (or just being a bit more jumpy than usual, but not necessarily in the sense of being afraid!) as a general jumping spider ability! :D also iirc infrared vision but that's a whole other thing !!]

But, the black widow variant sounds like such a cool idea. I could totally get behind it! :0 kinda thinking the team could try to figure out ways to help the kid control their venom output if they can (or to subdue the urge of biting... Haha, bite training.) in case they end up in a situation that calls for self defense. [Kinda liking the idea that Hotch was also assigned another agent to report to about how the kid is doing etc, also testing TESTING so much testing and possibly other ability discovering ideas and scenarios of how they're discovered !! Dknzjz.)

Oohohoh, my first initial thought to this ask was kinda funny but k literally just went "who would have the first instinct to bite others?" and that just ironically kinda answers itself. I could imagine the urge to bite folks threatening the kid would come as an accidentally discovered protective instinct [instead of hunting instinct in this case, since they most likely wouldn't see other humans as prey to hunt.. lol or maybe they could have the moments of spider instinct calling out to bite for a try-out snack? Mm.. that could be an interesting idea] due to the black widow's general nature of them using their biting and venom as a means of protection and hunting!

Oo, kinda thinking Hotch might have some dread of the kid interacting with other kids in school or with Jack ?? (Safety concern in away!) And, eventually it calms down when they all realize that the biting could be trigger based or circumstance based such as the self defense instinct and the biting incidents could be avoided.

[everythingelseisextra]

Somehow, a song titled Dear Fellow Traveler started playing while I read this. Set the mood nicely and gave me an excuse to become far too invested. I loved the theme of 'ships passing in the night,' especially considering the way they met. There's a certain kind of isolation that comes with stories written on ships that I really enjoyed here. It's hard to escape each other when they're literally stuck on a ship together. It makes sense that feelings would arise quickly because of that.

A long fanfiction means a long book report. Here's what stood out to me:

"It's best to have company late at night," he stated, not making a move to go to another table. 

"And you think I want company?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows. Ha, I like this reader. I feel strongly that Tommy needs to be with an equivalent of himself, someone tough and intelligent and sarcastic and maybe a little traumatized. You write that well, and you avoid the trope of a reader insert character being a little too sweet and not having enough personality. It's very well done, and I love that she's just sassy enough to give him a run for his money.

"Would have never known what it was like to live a happy life had I stayed. All I would have known is money and greed." I LOVE that she says this to him, especially considering that this is season 6 Tommy and he's essentially a shell of a man by this point. It's shoving his own life in his face and showing that he could have avoided losing his family, friends, and self-respect if he had just had some forethought about his endless ambition.

"No," Tommy shook his head, "not anymore." The woman nodded her head, taking his word and not commenting on it further. *Deep sigh.* As much as I appreciate that he stops drinking, it's a complicated subject for me. He goes too far with his self-medication and puts his kids in danger, but, at the same time, I feel like he becomes less stable without it. He makes reckless decisions (like sleeping with someone else even though he's married) and this is intensely good foreshadowing to what comes at the end of this fic.

"Good. It was my intention to," he grinned as he looked over at her. She pursed her lips as she looked up at him again, as if she was meticulously calculating her next move. Ah, well. He is quite charming when he wants to be. Not the smoothest guy on earth, but he's endearing and sort of wonderfully flirty when he's trying to get close to someone. I can absolutely hear him saying this to someone, and I love that he smiles here. In season 6, I feel like we don't see him smile AT ALL, and in this context, he's away from the stressors of being home with a family that doesn't love him the way he wants to be loved. Of course he's able to smile. I love it so much.

Sitting next to the photograph was a small, gold band that was undeniably a wedding ring. (Y/N)’s stomach dropped at the sight. I was fully aware he was married while I read this fic, but even so, I felt her shock and horror because of how well written this reveal was. She was on a wave of happiness that came crashing down as soon as she saw that picture and ring. God, I'd be SO MAD and SO DISGUSTED.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Thomas,” she hissed at him, sending him a pathetic attempt at a glare. “I was running away from my father, but it seems I’ve found someone worse than him.” And with that, she was walking to the door. Before reaching for the handle, she turned to face him. He was still standing by the bedside, a stoic expression on his face. “Oh...” she paused, breathing out a laugh as she shook her head, “and fuck you,” HAHA, YEAH, I LIKE HER. I'm so excited to read the next part because she's such a badass. I am so in love with characters like this, like I said before. When I can read a fic and have a total crush on both sides of the relationship, that's when I know it's quality writing.

The Woman on the Boat | Tommy Shelby x Reader

PART 2 - What It’s Like to Feel

Request: no - part of the Season 6 response challenge created by @weeo

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) meets a rather intriguing man on her trip to England. A romance created by opportunity ensues. She even begins to feel sad as the voyage comes to a close. Until she finds out that this man has a family and they're the very reason why he's on the boat.

Warnings: langauge, smoking, drinking, age gap, implications of sexual situations, cheating, angst, Season 6 SPOILERS

Word Count: 3939

A/N: now that I’ve been able to watch the first two episodes, I decided to jump into this challenge because I thought that it was an amazing idea that definitely inspired creativity. I hope that this counts as episode 2...they didn’t show Tommy on the ship, but they mentioned his journey back, so I ran with it. Also, if you haven’t noticed already, this is set in Season 6, so there will be spoilers! Read at your own risk if you haven’t watched the new season yet. I’m really proud of this one. I hope you all enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) was enjoying the silence of the empty dining room. It was late at night, and she couldn't sleep. It was only the first night of four that she would have to spend on this boat, and she was dreading it already.

She opened her book with the hopes of doing some quiet reading. But those hopes were shattered within the first fifteen minutes when she heard the sound of heavy feet hitting off of the room's tiled floors.

"Mind if I sit?" a man's voice cut through the silence. He had a British accent, and it reminded (Y/N) that not all people sailing from America were American. That not all of the people on this ship were getting away from something.

She looked up after he spoke, her eyes falling on a man dressed in a nice suit. His hair was dark and longer on top, the sides were shaved and had flecks of gray mixed into it. He had a prominent jawline and captivating blue eyes that were currently boring into hers. His full lips were pouted slightly as he stared down at her. After glancing him over, (Y/N) looked around the empty room

"I was asking you," the man spoke again after her eyes fell back onto him.

"Oh, I know you were. I was just wondering why...that out of all of the empty tables here, you've decided that you want to sit with me," (Y/N) responded to him, propping her chin up on her hand as she sent him an inquisitive look.

"It's best to have company late at night," he stated, not making a move to go to another table.

"And you think I want company?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows.

"May I sit?" he disregarded her question, nodding his head to one of the many open chairs at the table she was occupying.

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge what his angle might be. Why did he want to sit with her? A few moments passed before she let out a sigh. It didn't seem like he was going to be leaving, so she decided to give in. "You can sit here," she finally agreed to let him join her and he nodded before taking a seat so that two chairs were left in between them. She then focused her attention back on the book in her hands, ignoring the sounds of metallic clanking and the flick of a lighter that came from where he was sitting. The smell of smoke confirmed to her that he had lit a cigarette. She didn't need to look up.

"You going on holiday?" his voice broke through the silence that had fallen between them.

(Y/N) looked up at him again, seeing that he was sitting with his one leg crossed over the other, the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Excuse me?" she asked for him to repeat his question, not listening to it the first time around. She didn't expect to be entertaining a conversation with him.

"You're American," he pointed out, "but you're leaving America. So are you going on holiday?"

"I'm not," (Y/N)'s answer was definite, hoping that he'd get the gist that she didn't want to talk. Again, her eyes fell to her book.

"Going for business then?"

"Do you have a name?" she deflected his question with one of her own, her eyebrows raised as she looked at him again.

"Huh?" he seemed slightly shocked that she hadn't answered his question.

"I'd like to know the name of the person asking me all of these questions," she explained the reason behind her question, abandoning the book on the table so that she could sit back in her seat and cross her arms over her chest.

"Thomas Shelby," he answered her question, tapping some of the cigarette's ash off in the ashtray before he looked up at her, "is your trip for business?" he asked again.

"Not exactly," she responded, exuding a suppressed laugh.

A sliver of intrigue flashed in his eyes, and if (Y/N) wasn't looking at him, she would have missed it. "Then why are you sailing away from the land of opportunity?" he questioned.

(Y/N) took another moment to think about her answer. "I didn't want the opportunity that was bestowed upon me," she finally said after a short pause.

"Oh?" was all Thomas said. But (Y/N) knew what his 'oh' meant. It meant that he wanted her to continue; to tell him the reason why the opportunity wasn't what she wanted. And for some reason, she felt like she'd already trusted him enough to tell him.

"My father was going to marry me off to a man who cared more about lining his pockets than the well-being of others...which I guess makes sense considering that's exactly what my father does. He'd had enough of waiting for me to find my own suitor and decided to take it into his hands and find me one. He's afraid I won't bore him an heir before my time runs out," (Y/N) paused, another suppressed laugh leaving her lips as she shook her head, "so he gave me to the first man he could find. I was supposed to be married in three days," she finished with a slight nod as she looked over at him.

"And now you're sailing away," Tommy commented.

"And now I'm sailing away," (Y/N) affirmed with another nod of her head.

"How old are you, eh?" he asked then, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Thirty," the woman responded, "so you can imagine my father's concern about finding me someone," she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "Would have never known what it was like to live a happy life had I stayed. All I would have known is money and greed." She looked away from Tommy as she said this because she didn't want him to see the sadness in her eyes. She had never known love. Never known what it felt like to be desired.

"And you're hoping to find happiness in England?" he asked her another question.

"Why are you taking this trip, Mr. Shelby?" she asked a question of her own.

"A family matter has come up," Tommy looked to the table as he said this because his eyes held secrets too. His head had been spinning since he stepped on the steamship that morning. He hoped this woman wasn't able to see through his façade. "What is your name?" he asked her, now noticing that he hadn't caught it earlier.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," she responded with the smallest smile as their eyes met once more.

"Well, Ms. (Y/L/N), if tonight is to tell the tale of the next several that we'll have on this boat, I think we will be spending more time together," he said as he stood from the chair, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray before looking over at her.

"Where are you going?" she wondered, becoming slightly sad that she was losing the company that she didn't even know she wanted.

"I'm going to let you read your book," he nodded to the paperback novel that she still had in her hands. Before she could stop him, he turned and walked away. This wasn't the last time she'd see Thomas Shelby...she knew that much.

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The music being played by the live band was loud, and the dancefloor was filled with other passengers as they lost themselves in the beat of the drum and the swing of the horns. (Y/N) was sitting at a table off to the side, by herself. She wouldn't be alone for much longer though. She was expecting someone.

The clearing of that very person's throat brought her out of her thoughts and pulled her eyes away from the band. "You've decided to come," she smiled as she looked up at the man standing over her.

"I did," Tommy nodded as he took the seat next to her, placing his peaked cap on the table beside the empty plate. "Nothing better to do on this boat," he commented with a grin then, his witty statement making (Y/N) laugh.

"What will you be having?" a waiter interrupted their conversation before it could go any further.

"I'll have a martini," (Y/N) smiled up at the man.

"Water, please," Tommy put his order in, his eyes still focused on the woman sitting to his side. The waiter nodded and left their side then.

"You don't drink?" (Y/N) questioned, surprise laced into her voice.

"No," Tommy shook his head, "not anymore." The woman nodded her head, taking his word and not commenting on it further.

Soon enough, the waiter returned with their requested beverages. (Y/N) sipped on her martini while Tommy pulled out his canister and lit a cigarette. "Listen to this music, Thomas..." she trailed off, a smile on her face as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back slightly, "it's the sound of the future," she commented, swaying her shoulders slightly to the rhythm. She felt so free at that moment. Like nothing could stop her or bring her down.

When she opened her eyes and looked to the side, she saw Tommy looking at her with a slight smile on his face. "It's loud," he gave his opinion, its bluntness making (Y/N) giggle.

"It's freeing," she corrected him.

"And you want to feel free?"

"Who doesn't?" (Y/N) asked him, her eyebrows raised. Tommy didn't respond. He just stared at her with his mouth parted slightly. He didn't know what to say...didn't know the right words. So he let her have her moment. He let her be free.

—

"Do you not like jazz, Thomas?" (Y/N) questioned after they'd spent some time at the table. The band was still playing and the drinks were still flowing, although Tommy never touched one and (Y/N) stopped after her first. She knew all too well what too much alcohol did to her. Now, she only had one to take the edge off.

"I don't," Tommy shook his head, taking a sip of his room temperature water. It didn't have the same affect on him as the whisky did, but his head was clearer now...he was in a better place.

(Y/N) frowned slightly at his confession, tipping her head to the side before she spoke, "then why did you agree to come see the band?"

"Because I'd hate to see an opportunity to spend time with you go to waste," he responded, his words lacking filter. He didn't care that he'd just met this woman a mere twenty-four hours ago. He was drawn to her, and what Tommy Shelby was drawn to, he needed to pursue.

(Y/N) looked down at the table as she digested his words, her cheeks heating up. "You're making me blush, Mr. Shelby," she told him bashfully.

"Good. It was my intention to," he grinned as he looked over at her. She pursed her lips as she looked up at him again, as if she was meticulously calculating her next move.

"Well if you don't like jazz, what are we still doing here?" she questioned him as her eyebrows raised slightly, a suggestive glint in her eye. She hoped he'd get her gist.

Tommy let out a breath of a laugh, looking away from her for a moment. His eyes were back on her as he spoke, "that is a good question. Have you had enough of the band?"

"I have," she nodded, holding her hand out to him. Tommy took it as he stood, assisting her in standing before he kept hold of her hand and led her out of the music hall that the steamship had.

(Y/N) looked around in awe as they walked down the first class corridor. She'd booked a lower class ticket, as she didn't have much money to her name. She was even more awestruck when Tommy opened the door to his suite, but she didn't have much time to look around because he was pulling her into his arms as the door closed.

"You have money, Mr. Shelby," she commented, her eyes fixated on his perfectly set tie.

"I do," Tommy responded, his hands holding onto her hips.

"Are you also arrogant and greedy?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

"Comes with the territory," was all he said. There was no point in lying. She'd see right through it.

"But you're not like my father?" she checked.

"I don't know your father, love," he shook his head slightly.

"Good," the woman affirmed, "because he's a terrible, terrible man."

"I can assure you that I'm no better."

"Oh, but you are better," she disagreed with his statement, her eyes still locked with his as she hesitantly brought her hands up to caress his face. She ran her hands down his cheeks and across the back of his neck before she hooked her fingers behind his ears. "I can see it in your eyes...in your face."

Tommy just stared down at her, his eyes and mind focused on her and only her. Then she spoke again, this time in a whisper: "we're not drunk, are we?" she asked him, moving her face closer so that she was centimeters away from him now.

"No," was all he said, his hot breath now fanning across her face, smelling of mint and cigarettes.

"Then why am I about to make a drunken decision?" she asked, but it wasn't a question for him to answer. Even if it was, she didn't give him the time to, because her lips were on his a second after she finished speaking.

His hold on her tightened as their lips meshed, their teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. And that night, for the first time in her life, (Y/N) felt free — in all senses of the word.

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(Y/N) opened her eyes to the same sight as she had been for the past two days. The ornate ceiling, the four-poster bed. It really was like you were in a different world in the first class quarters of the ship. She stretched her arms out to find the bed empty and then sat up. She saw only her clothes strewn about on the floor, and the vanity chair that she remembered them knocking over in their blind stumbling the night prior was now sitting upright. Of course he was out already.

So she rolled out of the bed and went to grab her clothes, but stopped when her eye caught a piece of paper sitting on the vanity. She moved closer to examine it, seeing that it was a note:

(Y/N),

The maid is set to come in to clean at noon. Be out of the room before then. Come visit me tonight at 7:30. I left a key. Take it with you for later.

Thomas Shelby

Glancing over at the clock, she saw that it was 11:30 now. Luckily she'd woken up in time. So she gathered her things, got dressed, took the key from the vanity, and exited the suite for her lower class room.

They were four days into the five day voyage now. They'd arrive in Liverpool tomorrow afternoon if all went alright. Most would be elated by that news, but it made (Y/N) feel sad. What she felt the last three days was unlike anything she felt in her life.

She was starting to feel things for Thomas Shelby. He made her feel like no other man has, and she was sad that she had to leave him tomorrow. She hoped that they'd find each other again somewhere down the road, or that he'd ask her to come with him to wherever it was that he was returning to.

But for now, she just had to kill time until 7:30. She decided to go to the dining hall to get some food. As she sat at her table, she hoped that she'd catch a glimpse of the man she'd come to desire greatly over the past few days. She tried not to take it personally when she didn't. Then she returned to her room, thinking that it would be best to take a mid day nap since she figured that she wouldn't be sleeping much that night. She and Thomas never did when they were together.

It was only four when she woke from her nap, so she decided to go to the communal baths and get a shower to feel more fresh. The salty air that surrounded the ocean made her skin feel dry and her hair feel stiff. And she wanted to feel beautiful for tonight.

(Y/N) entered the first class corridor ahead of schedule, turning the key to his suite at 7:15. She figured that he was out and she’d surprise him by lying on his bed, naked, for when he came back. God, she hated that he brought out this side of her. But at the same time she felt so free.

But she didn’t even get to remove the blouse she was wearing because her eyes fell on two things that were sitting on the bedside stand. And when she realized what they were, her smile fell as well. Next to the lamp sat a picture of a woman who had her arms around two small kids. She was striking, her beauty was evident and radiating even though the picture was black and white. The children were smiling widely and looked adorable. Sitting next to the photograph was a small, gold band that was undeniably a wedding ring. (Y/N)’s stomach dropped at the sight.

And then she heard him clear his throat, as well as the sound of his footsteps coming from the bathroom that was attached to the suite. Shit.

Tommy didn’t expect to see (Y/N) standing at the side of his bed when he walked into the main room from the en-suite bathroom, but he wasn’t opposed to seeing her. That is, until he saw the expression on her face. “(Y/N). What are you...what are you doing here?” he asked her, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Thomas?” she asked, her voice coming out in a broken whisper, tears already stinging her eyes.

“Tell you what, love?” he asked, completely confused now. (Y/N) winced at the pet name. A day ago, hearing it made her fill with butterflies, now it was like a knife to the heart.

“That you’re fucking married, Thomas,” she hissed, her eyes turning cold as she tried her damnedest to hold back the tears, “and that you have children,”

Tommy’s stomach dropped at her words. He must’ve left his wedding band and the picture he kept with him on the nightstand. Fuck. Immediately, he went into damage control. “I...I told you about them, (Y/N),” he said, then holding his hand out in front of him as a way to non-verbally tell her to calm down because he could see the anger rising in her.

“No, you did not. You told me you were returning because of a family matter. Not because your wife and fucking kids missed you!” she exclaimed, unable to hold the tears back now. There were too many and the levee was breaking. “Oh my god...” she whispered then, looking past him to the wall before she tipped her head back slightly, “I can’t believe...I can’t fucking believe that I trusted you,” she let out a laugh, more in spite of herself than anything.

“Let me explain...” Tommy tried after a few moments of silence, but (Y/N) wasn’t having it.

“No. No, you don’t get to fucking explain now. I was nothing but transparent with you. I told you about my sad, pathetic life in confidence because I trusted you. You made me feel like I was safe...you made me feel. And I thought that what I felt was real. Maybe it was for me, but for you...for you, it was a way in. You used my feelings and played on my emotions because you couldn’t keep it in your pants for five more days until you were back with your wife!” she ended her monologue by wiping the tears from her cheeks with the backs of her hands. She hated that she was crying. She felt angry and used more than she felt sad, but the tears wouldn’t stay back.

Tommy only shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he thought about what to say. What was there to say? How could he redeem himself from this? “I felt something for you too, (Y/N).”

“Don’t fucking say that!” she exclaimed, choking out a sob before she covered her mouth with her hands. “You don’t get to say that when you have a family at home! Don’t you understand that?!” she covered her eyes then, not wanting to see him any longer. Her breathing became shallow as panic set in. Realization had hit her that she was now standing in front of the very situation that she was supposed to be running away from.

“Calm down, (Y/N),” his voice was soft as it came from right beside her now. He reached his hand out to place it on her arm, but she flinched away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Thomas,” she hissed at him, sending him a pathetic attempt at a glare. “I was running away from my father, but it seems I’ve found someone worse than him.” And with that, she was walking to the door. Before reaching for the handle, she turned to face him. He was still standing by the bedside, a stoic expression on his face. “Oh...” she paused, breathing out a laugh as she shook her head, “and fuck you,” her words were like knifes as she hurled them in his direction. But she didn’t care if she’d hurt him, because nothing she could say or do would amount to what he’d done to her.

She then opened the door to the suite and exited Tommy’s room, and life, forever. Trying her best to put on a straight face, she made her way out of the first class quarters and down to the lower decks.

She spent the final day of her trip in misery, barely leaving her cabin other than to eat or use the lavatory. Thankfully, she didn’t see Tommy after she left him in his suite. She didn’t know what she would have done if she would have seen him again.

(Y/N) took this trip to run away from the marriage she was being forced into. A marriage in which she wouldn’t feel anything. So, in a way, she boarded this boat in hopes to feel. And she did feel. She now knew what it felt like to be desired. She still didn’t know what it was like to be loved, although she thought what she had with Thomas could have been.

But she realized something as the steamship docked in England. She realized that she'll always just be that woman on the boat. That woman who’ll just keep sailing away in hopes of finding something to make her feel, only to be met with the cold, emptiness that the open ocean offered. And maybe she’d be stuck on that lonesome boat for the rest of her life.

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#5

I honestly don't know why I decided to scroll through the Mike hate tag

I knew it would piss me off

I was just curious as to what they were saying about my boy

But, you know, it's all dumb shit

Saw a lot of people encouraging Jonathan to literally beat up Mike in season 5

Like okay, good to know you want Jon to go to jail and Will and Nancy and pretty much everybody to be absolutely pissed at him

I don't wanna rant too much but,,,

What's the point of so many byler shippers hating on Mike??? Like, "Oh my gosh, Mike is a complete oblivious asshole, he should go die in a hole but I really hope him and Will finally get together next season, HAHA" like what??? How does that make any sense to anybody??

Also a lot of people being like, "Oh, Mike and El are gonna breakup and then El's gonna see the "real" Mike for the first time because she no longer has him on a pedestal and she's gonna see how badly he treats Will and then she's gonna be totally pissed at him and hate him so much, lmao" like are you guys serious???

OH and some of my favorites are the ones saying that in season 5, they want literally everyone (yes, everyone. Even Joyce and Nancy and Will and El. Literally the entire main cast) to turn against Mike because they all "realize he's a major asshole who does and says nothing right and treats them all like shit" so therefore he apparently deserves no love from anyone ever

Oh, and don't even get me started on the amount of people claiming they want season 2 Mike back because "he was the best" and "he was the happiest" and "he treated everyone way better" and "he was so much nicer to Will", etc., etc.

If I see one more person claiming that season 2 was Mike's best/happiest season, I will not apologize for my resulting actions

So, anyways, that's the end of my little rant. In conclusion, I should really stop peeking at the Mike hate tags because they always do nothing but piss me off, so yeah, there's that

Have a good day all of my lovely followers and mutuals that I very much love and appreciate, hope you're doing great!!!! 💜💜💜

106 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

what if i write a story about steve and robin, the buckley twins, who share one brain cell, and their adventures of trying to seduce the badass reporter and the emo rocker, huh? then what?

114 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#3

Okay but

In st5, I NEED a scene between Mike and El where she's responding to his love confession speech and telling him that she does need him and want him and that she always will and that she loves him for exactly who he is, too

I mean, even if it's a flashback or it shows them talking and Mike says something kinda self-deprecating about his and El's relationship to which in response, El's like, "Remember what I told you in the van?" And Mike's just like, "...yeah, but I'm just saying-" and El's just like, "No, Mike. I mean it. I. Need. You. I promise. Okay?"

Like seriously, I need that acknowledgment, it's necessary, man. For the sake of Mike's sanity and self-worth, HE needs it

I mean, honestly, chances are that it DID happen, considering they spent 2 whole days cuddled up in the van together, but still, I want to see it!!! Please!!!

If it doesn't happen, imma write it out

I actually might write it out before season 5

Probably soon

I won't be able to resist, tbh

121 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#2

Okay, but

Why in hell are there so many people that continuously claim that El needs to be single in order to be independent and become the person she's meant to be? Single and independent are not synonyms. Independent does not mean alone. That's not how it works. They're not interchangeable. You don't need one in order to have the other.

No matter who you do and don't ship, my point still stands. There's so many people that have said it. And among those people, there's so many that claim she needs to be single in order to be herself, to be independent, and use that as their excuse for thinking El and Mike need to breakup, but then go and say that Mike and Will can get together afterwards. Or that El and Max can get together afterwards. If someone needs to be single in order to be independent, does that make everyone else who is in a relationship dependent? Not their own person? Hell no.

And I've also seen so many people claim that El takes after Mike. That Mike is always pushing his likes and interests on habits onto El. That he doesn't let her be her own person and that's what makes their relationship so "bad". That's what makes them have so many issues. Especially in season 3. But no, it's the opposite. They had so many issues in season 3 because El is independent. Because they are two different people. If El wasn't her own independent person, she wouldn't of gone to Max. She wouldn't of followed Max's lead and broken up with Mike. She wouldn't of gone on this whole journey of discovering new parts of herself and as well as exploring all of her relationships with people and then also returning to her relationship with Mike of her own free will and choice if she was not an independent person. If El was solely dependent on Mike and her personality and existence was based on Mike's specifically without her making any of her own choices, she would never have broken up with him in the first place. And in season 4, she wouldn't of argued with him so much.

Mike and El have their issues because they are both 2 different, very independent people who are also both very much teenagers and very much human. But everytime they've had an issue, they've worked through it, just like two people who are in a relationship and want to stay in that relationship do. Some people say that at the end of season 4, they're at their weakest point in their relationship. But no, it's the opposite, they're actually at their strongest. Why would it show them cuddled up together in the hospital while visiting Max if they were still having issues? It's been made plenty clear that if El is mad at Mike, she doesn't want to be around him, so she would definitely not be leaning against his shoulder and holding onto him if she was still upset with him, no matter what was going on around them at the time.

So I've said it before, I'm saying it now, and I will continue to say it in the future. Mike and El are both independent people, even while together. El does not need to breakup with Mike in order to be her own person or to be independent. That is not how it works. Mike and El can both be their own person while also being together. They both are their own person while being together. Just because that person isn't who you personally want them to be, doesn't mean that they aren't their own person or that they need to change some part of them or their life in order for things to be "solved". And El especially does not have to have some "I don't need a man" mentality and lifestyle in order to be her own, usual, badass and awesome self. She's already badass and independent and awesome and incredible and intelligent and unique whether she's in a relationship with Mike or not. Her relationship status does not decide her personality and character and it never has and it never will.

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Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better

Tagged By: @buckywilsonbarnes Thank you for the tag!! 💜

Three Ships: Sambucky, IronWinter, Stuckony (Buct I'm a major multi-shipper so I ship almost everything 😂)

First Ever Ship: Dude, it was during my Twilight phase that I really started shipping so my first ever ship would be like,,, Bella/Jasper, lol

Last Song: Starving By Hailee Steinfeld

Last Movie: Fantastic Four (2012), it was my first time seeing any fantastic four movie, tbh

Currently Reading: Well non-fic-wise, I'm reading Midnight Sun by Stephanie Meyer and Alice by Christina Henry. Fic-wise, I'm currently reading a Sambucky fic called Carry On, Carry On by Fen_Telban on AO3, as well as The Flowers Tell A Story, a Stuckony fic by QJK13 on AO3

Currently Watching: Teen Wolf. I'm on Episode 8 of Season 2 at the moment!

Currently Consuming: Nothing, tbh

Currently Craving: A country fried steak from anywhere that makes one, omg. Literally my favorite meal, hands down. Luckily, we're going to Cracker Barrel for my birthday this month and they have one that's so good 😌

Tagging: @buckybeardreams @sergeantbbarnes @marvelsgirl616 @just-two-kids-from-brooklyn @ace-of-gay @breakablebarnes @peoplealwaysleave89 @olstansoul @we-are-n0t-d0ing-get-help @hallecarey1

You don't have to do it if you don't want!!! Just thought it would be fun 💜

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Band/non quirk AU.

Description: You're the lead singer in your band, rumors are always swirling around that you're dating one of your guitarists but honestly you two are just close friends. However when you get into a back and forth song battle between the singer of another band new rumors come out that you're also with him. The truth will come out, it just might end up being a little messy.

A/N: I know I really don't need to start a new fic but this idea has been in my head for a long time haha. So I want to write it down. I'll have a playlist available for this eventually, I just have to figure out all the ones I want to use. Also in this Kaminari is a player, but there is more to it than just that. I'm also going to be using songs that are already written by artists and making it seem like their bands are writing them so... yeah. I hope you enjoy this teaser I promise I will work on distant shores soon! I'm hitting a block on how to get this last chapter going but I will work through it!! I might change band names at some point with this but for right now Ground Zero is the Bakusquad. Bakugou on drums, Kirishima and Sero as back up vocals and guitar and Mina as back up vocals as well as piano and Present Mic as manager. Hero's is dekusquad. Deku and Shinsou as back up vocals and guitar, Todoroki as drums and Y/N as lead singer and occasional various instruments, with Aizawa as manager. I'd also like to add in that reader is Todorokis sister so there will be family trauma added in. Plus an arranged marriage between reader and an abusive husband and that will come into play. I'll warn everyone before as there will be slightly graphic descriptions of the abuse later on. I hope you guys enjoy. 😊

"Band Ground Zero releases new single, and the ending of the video has a little surprise that we were not expecting." A news caster reported on the tv as you sat, sprawled across the couch, pen in hand tapping against the cushion. "We won't spoil anything here so you'll just have to see if for yourself, but let's just say the lead singer might be thinking of settling down once and for all. Let's take a look."

"Yeah right, like he could ever stick to just one person." You huff, rolling your eyes as you close your eyes and lean against the couch. You'd spent one night with the singer by total accident. You'd both been at the same bar, and happened to hit things off pretty well. You somehow ended up hungover in this bed and you were pretty sure you'd spent most of the night vertical but the feelings in your limbs and the way your hair laid.

You'd left in horror at becoming another one of "Denki's girls" as they were called. The poor unfortunate souls who really thought they had a chance with him only for him to totally ghost them. At least that's how the stories went and he hadn't ever contacted you after. It might have been because you left without saying anything or waking him but either way. You sighed again as you listened to the catchy beat, nodding along to it. "Bet she's his type because she has a pulse and is breathing." You rolled your eyes, laughing out loud as those words were sung. "Wow he really said that." You shook your head, laughing to yourself.

You had to admit that the song was catchy and had a nice beat but you'd had sour feelings towards the singer ever since your little tumble in the sheets. Denki Kaminari was the playboy of the hour, multiple dates and women in his home captured by paparazzi plus whoever was there they didn't get captured. You knew you shouldn't believe in all the rumors but it was hard not to. Most of what was said about you wasn't true but you didn't address most of them because people thought what they wanted to anyway.

You continued to watch along to the video, wondering what this big surprise was. When the ending beats started to wind down you noticed Denki with a Polaroid between his fingers. He kissed the picture before flicking it from his fingers. It landed on a table surrounded by alcohol you were well aquatinted with as what you'd drank the night the two of you had met at the bar. Once it revealed you instantly recognized the picture was one Denki had taken of you that night. Painted red lips making a kissy face at the camera, a little too much cleavage revealed as you held a shot in your hand. "Oh no." You groaned, throwing a pillow over your face to hide.

"Yes you saw that right. The woman in that picture is none other than Y/N from the band Hero's. When the two ever have been together we're unsure but it seems that lead singer Denki is trying to send a message."

"I thought that Y/N was dating Shinsou? They always seem very close whenever they go out." The other newscaster commented. Rumors of the two of you dating had been going around forever, and you could never escape them.

"The two always seem adamant they are just friends and after the release of this video we might finally believe them. It seems that a new romance is blooming between playboy Denki and Y/N. I wish the two of them well."

"Oh god what am I going to do." You groaned, knowing that you had royally fucked ip

[palimpsessed]

Thank you for the tag back @nick-eyre ! I am rabid for your Simon and Lady Ruth hug WIP 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #Let Simon have a grandma who loves him 2021! I am also counting @stillmadaboutpetra ’s open tag because I always love seeing what you’re working on 🥰 And @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire tagged me a couple days ago! ❤️

I have no WIPs atm because I just posted two (and a half) art pieces and two fics this past weekend!! 🎉🎉🎉

Which means 1. I have to get my butt moving on the Art Remix. And 2. Shameless self promotion!!! (Nick said I could! 😌)

So here are some teasers from both of my new fics, which are still posting so I think they probably count anyway. And a reminder to go check out the AMAZING fics I got to make art for as part of COBB! Seriously, they’re both so good please go give them a read and some love if you haven’t!!!!

Strangers Like Me by @otherworldsivelivedin

Easy Come, Easy Go (M) by @krisrix

Here’s a little from one of the texting convos that @flammable-grimm-pitch and I improvised in real time over discord with her writing for Simon and me writing for Baz from our texting/tennis COBB, Sleeping with the Fishes (M). Definitely go check out the fantastic cover art @mae-berry made for us!

(Simon in bold and Baz in italics)

(18:40) I won’t report you.

(18:40) omfg baz THANK U

(18:40) this wont happen again

(18:40) But I don’t do favours, Snow.

(18:41) no yeah totally

(18:41) I expect you to do something for me in return.

(18:41) uh

(18:41) like wut?

(18:41) i was just kidding abotu the body thing btw so like

(18:41) if u need that kind of help id call dev or smthing

(18:42) I can dump my own bodies, thank you very much.

(18:42) haha right 😅

And ofc I have to include something from my pièce de résistance Chamber by Chamber (M). Part One is up now and Part Two will go live this Saturday, June 26! (I have shared so many snippets of this fic by now I can’t even remember what I have or haven’t teased 😅)

I roll my eyes. "What do you want me to say, then? You obviously think you already know everything."

"I don't," he says, quickly, but he sounds sincere. "I'm just worried about you, and I've seen you like this before. It's better than it used to be, and it's not constant. But lately, it's felt that way. If you're struggling, you need to talk about it. With me, or with your therapist, or with Bunce. Don't keep it all inside and buried down where you pretend it doesn't exist until you break."

"I'm not going to break," I insist, even though I don't quite succeed in getting the conviction behind my voice a statement like that needs to be believable.

"I don't want you to." His voice has gone a bit soft, and he's looking at me with those droopy dog eyes of his full of some kind of emotion.

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[roggenmuhme]

Exam Season

The Diamonds x Reader Summary: As the semester draws to an end, finals are approaching and you struggle to balance studying and your relationship with the Diamonds. Wordcount: 4.3k More than open to criticism; this is my first time writing in years and I’m ESL, so I’ll take everything I can get.Feel free to chat me up on discord and on here … I'm happy to exchange sketches and wips, I got plenty! imbutahumblefarmer#5583 "You guys, I'm fine!"

It was your third time saying this exact same sentence while White Diamond strained herself to take up the whole screen in front of you. 

Coupled with an awkward laugh, everyone would have figured out that you were lying by now. Everyone except for the Diamonds, of course.

They were a strange trio; completely unrecognizable from when you first had met them. In the place of the terrifying space dictators who had tried to squish you like a bug at Garnet's wedding were now three socially inept women with too much free time and nothing to do. 

And they were endearing in their own way. Just like now.

An exasperated sigh could be heard through the connection, the screen whisked away by large, yellow hands. (White's stunned gasp was pointedly ignored, however.)

Yellow Diamond's face appeared in full on your little gemtech tablet, a curious Blue peeking over her shoulder. Her features were rough as always, one could be quick to assume that she was bored, but you knew better. 

By the way her eyes narrowed, she didn't buy your shtick at all. A cool, calculated gaze met yours and you prepared yourself for the scolding that was about to come.

"... If you say so", her answer sounded oddly clipped, even for her. 

Letting out a deep breath, you tried your best to smile at her and you could feel how fake it looked. Yellow just blinked at you, a hand leisurely supporting her cheek.

"Haha, yeah", you said in another attempt to calm them. They barely understood what university was, and if they caught wind of you being miserable, they would come and flatten your faculty. Or something. You didn’t want to deal with that. “It’s all over in two weeks, then I can come over… if I pass, that is”, you mumbled the last part under your breath, mentally freaking out a little. Only two weeks left … it felt like forever and nothing at all at the same time. “Two weeks?! That’s so long!”, White’s whine sounded off-screen, prompting Yellow and Blue to give her curt look, Yellow’s face contorting for a split second. “Are you serious?”, you had to suppress the laugh that bubbled in your throat. Whatever they did, they always put you in a better mood, intentionally or not. “You guys are thousands of years old, this should be like a minute for you, theoretically.” Yellow blinked at you again, her full attention shifting back to you. “We are aware. But every moment without you is torture.” This time, you laughed for real. Despite Yellow’s deadpan, she could be the cheesiest one of them at any given time. “Guys…!”

“Oh, but it’s true!”, Blue’s soft brogue interrupted your fussing. Yellow turned the device to face her, giving you two a moment. “You know we love you”, she smiled at you. You could feel yourself melting at the sight. “I miss you, I really do. I’ll get Steven to warp me to you immediately after the last exam, I promise.” It was the most you could do and it would already complicate things. But you couldn’t stand to see them like this. This seemed to be enough for Blue at least. She gazed at you in silence for a moment and nodded. With a flurry of colors, your eyes were burned by White’s pouting face again. “If you must, but not a second longer!” You sighed, grinning at her. “Of course.” A gaze at your wrist watch nearly made you recoil in horror. It was way too late already and you still had to do some revisions on unit 23! “Anyways, I really have to sleep now. Y’know, my organic needs and all...” You were a bad liar, but it did the trick on White. She looked like a moping child after their toy had been taken away. She made the most disappointed, dramatic noise while pushing the device from her to give you a look at the others. Blue gave you a little wave, still smiling sweetly. “Okay guys, I’ll call you the day after tomorrow, alright?” They nodded in unison, biding their goodbyes. Before you could switch your screen off, Yellow opened her mouth for one last message. “If anyone is giving you trouble, tell us.” With a hasty bow of your head and one last wave, you pressed the off button, your room now considerably darker again.

Your wrist watch beeped. Back to work.

Nervously tapping your pencil on an old worksheet, you tried to figure out a way how to solve the problem - you didn’t understand it back when you discussed it in class and you still didn’t understand it now. Your wrist watch gave a short beep, your signal to call the Diamonds in fifteen minutes. The break was more than welcome, maybe thinking about something else would give you a fresh eye. Tugging at your hair with a hairbrush, you hummed absentmindedly. You hadn’t really done anything today or yesterday that was worth reporting, but that never stopped the diamond’s from calling you. They simply did the talking themselves. Checking your appearance one last time in the mirror, you gave yourself a satisfied nod. Your eye bags had seen better days, but there was nothing you could do about it right now. Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, stark white light coming from your window. Turning your head comically slow to the source, you had a gut feeling who this could be. One of White Diamond’s eyes peaked excitedly into your studio apartment. It widened when you gave a hesitant wave. Your gut was right. “Hello, starlight!”, her voice was loud, too loud for 10 pm on a weekday. If the sudden arrival of three giant aliens didn’t get you in trouble, this would. When you didn’t answer, she brought a nail to the glass, impatiently tapping it. You were lucky it didn’t shatter on impact. “Darling”, she sang. “Come out, we came all the way to see you!” You had to shake yourself out of the trance you were in - you knew how clingy and protective they were, but this was new. Making your way to your window, you could already hear the noise rising in your neighbor’s apartment. Great. You just hoped they wouldn’t terminate your lease for this. When you finally opened the window, White’s massive hand plucked from the ground and plopped you into her other one. Indeed, all three stood in your parking lot, now hunched over to get a better look at you. “Hi guys”, you squealed, straining your neck to meet their eyes. Three faces beamed back at you, their total lack of situational awareness really showing. “Instead of calling you, we decided to visit you instead! A nice surprise, isn’t it?”, proclaimed White proudly as if she had just solved all of mankind’s problems single handedly.  Blue and Yellow nodded enthusiastically next to her. You probably should be mad, but how could you? “Look, I really appreciate this”, you sighed. “But we really have to go somewhere else - people are already waking up. And it might get me in trouble.” That got you a collective ‘oh’ out of them. “Where is the ship anyway?”

You didn’t know how they managed it, but they had found an empty space large enough for the leg-less space giant. Apparently, they had walked the rest of the way and without damaging anything at that. You felt a little proud. The mental image still made you chuckle. “Okay guys, why did you come in person?”, you crossed your arms, while they sat around you in White’s head. “I thought we had a deal - I call you every 48 hours, you stay on Homeworld.” Blue and White evaded your eyes at your scolding tone, but Yellow held your gaze steadily. 

"It was fairly obvious that you were not well at all despite your insistence otherwise",  she offered her hand for you to climb on, and you did. "You have to take care of yourself, you are very fragile."

Now it was your turn to avoid her stare, feeling guilty. She was right, but you just didn't have the time. There was so much material to go through, so much to memorize. What could sleeping two hours less a night do? It was only for a short period of time, anyway.

And even if you struggled with anxiety and exhaustion, you didn't want to burden them. It was bad enough that you were gone for the semester, telling them how you really felt would be overkill. 

But now the jig was up. You should have known that Yellow was an expert when it came to observation and you had probably hurt them even more with your lie.

"I'm so sorry", it was like someone had opened the valve and now you were pathetically blubbering. "I just… didn't want to worry you, is all."

Seeing your distress, Blue immediately pulled closer to you, a tentative finger rubbing the crown of your head. 

"Little one, you know you can tell us everything. We care for you and want to help you", she cooed at you, shooting you a smile.

"You organics are so weak to stress, apply a little pressure and - poof - you just break", declared White, a finger up in the air to call attention to her great wisdom.

The stroking on your head stopped abruptly, replaced by shaking. 

"Don't… say that", Blue voice was trembling, clearly on the verge of crying. As if on cue, you and Yellow scrambled to console her.

 "Don't worry, I'll be fine. It's just a little difficult right now", you turned to her, smiling.

"She is an excellent specimen and very durable, Blue", Yellow's tone was a bit more pragmatic, but honest. It was also a nice compliment, coming from her.

"Yes, this isn't the first time I'm dealing with exams", you reached out to pat her finger. "It's going to be okay, even if I don't pass."

"... really?", Blue looked at you with big, questioning eyes. "Please don't lie, you know I couldn't stand to see you - "

A shuddering breath followed. "Stars, I can't even say it."

You were scooped up by her hands and pressed against her soft cheek. 

They were all experts in dramatics, but Blue was especially sensitive when it came to your mortality. The first time you had explained your lifespan and the many ways one could die to her in detail, you weren't allowed to leave her for a week. She had known how short human lives were, but this! Unacceptable.

She even made you eat nothing but mush during those seven days, too afraid of this 'choking'. 

In the end, you talked her out of it. But it was a big factor when it came to your living situation. They wanted to spend every moment with you, savoring your presence. 

You tried to reciprocate the cuddling by embracing her as best as you could. She let out a soft sigh, holding you a little closer. After a minute of silent embracing, she reluctantly put you back in Yellow’s hand. “We’re always there for you, no matter what”, she told you in a gentle tone, the other two nodding in agreement. “If you need me to talk to one of these organics, darling, don’t hesitate to tell me!”, exclaimed White, a smile stretching her cheeks in the most unnatural way. A mental image of her hunched over one of your professors in their office made you a little… uneasy. “Thank you, but I can do that myself”, you laughed nervously. White didn’t look too satisfied with your answer, but seemed to accept it.

“And if it becomes too much, you’re always welcome to move in with us”, added Blue, making you flush. It wasn’t the first time you got that offer, but it was just too sweet. “M-maybe in a couple of years”, you stammered, which earned you a grumble from them. You coughed, feeling a little awkward to change the topic so suddenly. “Ehm, thank you guys - I don’t want to be rude, but I have to get back to studying pretty soon.” “But it’s already dark outside! Isn’t that when humans sleep - oh”, Blue said, suddenly struck by an epiphany. “Oh no, we kept you from sleeping!” You shook your head vehemently. “No, no, we don’t go to sleep the second it gets dark, guys. I think I might have explained this to you before. But I still have some stuff to do.” Of course it was White who interrupted the stunned silence first. “You don’t have a little more time for us? We came all the way...” Yellow joined in, her voice a little louder than anticipated. “Can’t you study here? With us?” “Guys, you can’t just park your ship here - without asking anyone - and keep it in this place for days! I’m gonna get in trouble”, you panicked a little at the thought. The only spot where this gigantic humanoid vessel could be placed was Beach City. Nobody would call the police or worse, the government, over this. “So you have to leave,” this hurt more to say than you’d like to admit. “Or you have to go to Steven, if you want to stay.” All three of them pulled incredibly sad faces, and Blue was close to crying again. You would be lying if it didn’t pull at your heart-strings. “We’re here to make sure you take care of yourself, spark. You’re packing your things and then we’ll stay at Steven’s house and help you study”, Yellow nearly shouted at you. It wasn’t malicious, just her expressing her genuine concern. A relic of times now gone. You thought about it for a second - you could take your books with you, as well as your laptop and notes. Classes were over for now, you only had to attend the exams in two weeks. Technically, you could do it. And with the look they were giving you and all their efforts to make you feel better, you agreed. How could you say no to your giant space ladies? Especially when they were bending over backwards to comfort you. Steven was even more surprised to see the four of you two hours later. You had texted him on the way, but it had been left unread. The Diamonds didn’t really care for announcing their visits, but even this was a bit sudden. After White had explained everything to him, he simply slinked back to bed, planning on discussing the logistics of the situation in the morning. You were allowed to sleep on the couch, but not without the protest of the Diamonds. You loved falling asleep with them around, though regarding the circumstances they would probably dote on you until you were wide awake. They also tended to fight over who got to be the one you would sleep on, and you didn’t have the nerves for that right now. When you left the beach house the next morning, you were greeted with the sight of the three of them practically camping in front of the deck. They had missed you that much, it seemed. 

“Good morning, guys!”

You were greeted by various nicknames and excited faces, White the first one to scoop you up. Behind your back, Steven groaned in his cup. “So, what have you planned, darling?”, her voice was chipper as ever, her bright eyes burning your retinas. Maybe Steven was right and it was just a little too early, but no take-backs now. “About that...”, you scratched your cheek in slight discomfort. “I have to study the whole day.” White’s fell immediately, clearly stunned. “I told you yesterday - I have things to do, but you can keep me company. Maybe even help me?” She blinked at you once, the gears in her head clearly turning. Then she gave you an eye-watering smile. “Whatever this studying is, we’ll help you!” You groaned internally. How many times had you explained it to her already?

 It went better than you initially expected. The weather outside was nice and warm, the beach calm enough to simply set up a little picnic blanket with your books and notes. (You left your laptop inside, not wanting to get sand into it.) Surrounded by three (surprisingly silent) giant figures watching your every move, you got to work. It was a little awkward at first, but you fell  into a routine soon enough. Each of them had her own unique way of helping you; Blue would simply nod and smile when you tried to regurgitate the material to her, White would go on a tangent whenever she recognized something you were talking about, earning her a warning glare from Yellow. Yellow herself would try to quiz you on whatever notes you had pulled up on your gemtech tablet (they were surprisingly resistant to sand). It quickly became one of the most successful days so far, you were impressed. Being with them kept you grounded, they were like a calming aura to keep your anxiety at bay. And they were extremely helpful. It was almost comical, you had to admit. At the end of the day, you were finally able to pack up your books and enjoy the evening with them. It felt good to know that you had managed to get so much done today. You were strangely at ease, their presence strengthening you. You did worry however, that this routine might get boring for them - it wasn’t like the nice things you did usually, it wasn’t playful, entertaining or relaxing. You didn’t want to force them into staying with you, you didn’t want to bore them. With a sigh you shouldered your tote bag, still too caught up in your head. Your sudden shift in mood didn’t go unnoticed. “Little one, are you alright?”, Blue crouched down next to you, her soft eyes glowing in the dusk, her form crowding you in shade. 

You looked up to her, a little unsure on how to word your feelings.

"It's just", you opened and closed the fist around your bag straps. "Did you enjoy today? Was it dull? I-I still have two weeks to go and it's gonna stay the same, pretty much."

She sighed, her tense shoulders slacking. 

"We enjoy your company", she gave you a smile. "We haven't spent time with each other in such a long time, starlight. If we were able to accompany every second of your life, we would."

She offered you a hand and you happily jumped on it, a little flustered at her words. They were so serious, so heartfelt. Sometimes you did forget that they were older than civilization on earth, that they would outlive you by eons. 

"Thank you, Blue", you peered up at her, a relieved smile appearing on your face. "Your company helps me so much, you know? It would mean the world to me if you stayed with me until the exam."

Luckily for you, Steven had given you permission to stay on the beach - you were also allowed to sleep on the couch, but you knew you'd have to stay with the Diamonds. It was the least you could do to pay them back, even if it was just this little thing. 

And this was exactly how you spent the last days leading up to your finals, either sprawled on the picnic blanket on the beach, sitting on the deck with your laptop or, when the weather didn't allow it, lounging on the couch or on the ship. You were surrounded by Blue, Yellow and White at all times, each of them trying her best to help you with the material. They kept you on track, making sure you didn't procrastinate too much (even if that meant less cuddles) and nipped any self-doubts you had in the bud. 

Even as the date got dangerously close, they still patiently calmed you down. When your panic got too bad, one of them made sure to keep you close, either putting you into her lap or patting your head. At night, they talked to you until you fell asleep and woke you up better than your little phone alarm could ever do. You knew that even if you didn't pass, it wouldn't be the end of the world. 

Still, you were an anxious mess when the first exam rolled around, your mind a thousand miles away as you got ready to go to uni and to give it your all. Not even the Diamonds were able to calm you down, but you knew you just had to get it done and over with. The week was a blur, days blending into each other, your head always buried in a book. You were lucky that they had stayed behind with Steven, only calling you at the end of the day. While the fussing had been helpful beforehand, now it would only hinder you. 

Before you could really settle into a routine, finals were over, leaving you with a weird emptiness and a restless feeling. Now all you had to do was wait for the results, a special kind of torture in itself. 

The Diamonds noticed how absent you were, but no amount of well-meaning words could shake your nervousness. You didn't mean to cause them any further stress, but it was tough to keep your mind off things.

When the results were finally posted online, your heart threatened to burst out of your chest, your mouth dry and your hands shaking. You knew there was nothing you could do now, but the thought of weeks of studying going to waste was nearly unbearable. A dozen scenarios ran through your head, not one overly positive. 

Once the browser had pulled up your account, the answer was a simple click away. You had to steel yourself by gripping the edge of the table - the Diamonds were waiting outside impatiently, you knew they would lose it if they saw you like this. 

With one last breath, you closed your eyes and did what had to be done.

The page was on full display in a matter of milliseconds, your eyes frantically searching for the right column, moving erratically up and down. 

Finally you found what you were looking for: you had passed. In a moment of disbelief, you reread the page again, but it was there in tiny black letters.

It was like someone had knocked all the air out of you with a single hit, your heart wasn't done with beating fast, but at least some of the nervousness slowly dissipated.

The realization took a while to settle in as you deflated in your seat like beach ball slowly losing air. You stared at the wall, a smile cautiously spreading on your face as if you were afraid that too much joy would nullify your results. But after a solid minute, not even your stress-addled mind fog could hold you back from jumping out of your seat in joy.

Busting through the door, you cheered loudly while you ran across the deck, immediately focusing all attention on you. Steven had distracted the Diamonds to give you some time and space, but at the sound of your happy shouting they instantly turned around, faces unsure for a second.

You raced through the sand, arms in the air, relieved laughter pouring out of your mouth like a steady stream. It was probably not the most flattering or mature look, but you couldn't care less. 

"I passed!", with one last cry you came to a grinding halt in front of them, only to jump up into the air. "I did it! Ha!"

 Blue's face was the first to soften into a tender smile, her expression clearly full of pride, followed by White who looked at you in excitement. 

Yellow only blinked at you for a moment before she erupted in delighted laughter and scooped you up without a word, her eyes beaming with glee. It was rare for her to lose her composure like this, but that made it all the more sweet. You shot back the biggest grin you could manage, positively vibrating in her palm.

"We're so proud of you, little one", Blue's voice came out as a gentle sigh, stress falling off her back you didn't even know she had felt. It made you stop for a moment, finally grasping how your situation had affected them and how much they cared for you. 

You teared up in an instant, the sudden change of feelings giving you whiplash, your heart suddenly bubbling with love and gratefulness. It was unbelievable how lucky you were, you realized.

At the sight of your sniffling face, Yellow brought you closer to her, her eyes full of warmth. It was as if she was shielding you from the others for just a moment of privacy.

"No reason to cry, spark", her tone was as soft as the look she gave you and did exactly the opposite: you couldn't help but let some tears slip down your cheeks, babbling about how happy you were to have passed and to be with them, while she smiled at you in slight amusement.

The moment was interrupted by an awkward Steven coughing not-so-subtly into his fist. 

"Okay, I’ll, uh, leave you guys to it?", his voice reached a clumsy high, he clearly felt like he was disturbing something. 

The Diamonds didn't really notice however, they just happily sent him off and turned their attention back to you. You were showered in affection and soft words, they were genuinely happy for you and even more ecstatic to have you all for themselves for a couple of weeks. As you listened to White ramble on and on about what she had planned for you during this break, you felt the pressure lift itself from you. All this stress had been worth it and now you were rewarded with all the love you could ever ask for. You knew that this was where you belonged.

[mamawolfblood]

Chap 9 paitball deer hunting

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island… Both teams set out on a canoe trip to deadly Boney Island. Cody hit on Gwen about eighty times, but he made up for it by setting her up with the guy she actually wanted to hang with, Trent. Good strategy, bro! There were winners. And there were losers. Also known as, The Gophers. The last marshmallow was set to go to either Izzy or Lindsay, but the RCMP swooped in and bam! Izzy hightailed it outta there! [laughs] Man, I knew the girl was nuts, but I didn’t know she was totally insane! However, one Gopher may have secretly done something even crazier when she brought home a creepy stick statue voodoo thingy from the deadly haunted island. Will Beth live to regret her souvenir? And can my teeth possibly get any whiter?[ding] Find out here on Total. Drama. Island!

Iris pov

I was writing all possibilities on how to get back at Duncan. I also was writing all out comes trying to pick the best strategy. All good outcomes points to being nice to Harold. I was about to put my jurnal away, when the sound of a helicopter scared the shit out of me. 

Duncan[waking up,scarred]: Oh! Hit the deck! They’re coming, man! They found us!

Leshawna: Huh! Ooh! Ugh! Okay, that dude is really starting to get on my last nerve!

Heather [after she yawns]: Whatever. He just loves ruining our mornings. Beth, Lindsay, go warm up the shower for me. Now! And remember…

Beth: Not too hot this time, I know. [yawns]

The girls were waiting for Heather to be done in the bathroom. Gwen and I go in the woods to pee. "So you don't get any special treatment from Chris do you?" Gwen asked. "He has tried but I turn him down." I said handing her Toilet paper. "One would think you would considering how we are treated." She said handing it back. "Exactly why I don't want special treatment. It just wouldn't be fair." I said before walking back with her. 

Chris [through loudspeaker]: I hope you’re ready for the most challenging challenge yet. Breakfast in three minutes at the campfire pit. Gwen and I sit together chatting waiting for everyone.

Chris: Are you ready for today’s extreme max impact challenge?!

Owen: We are ready! [laughs]

Chris: Incoming! This… is breakfast.

Heather: No, breakfast is crepes, croissants, even Chef’s crappy burnt eggs.

Owen: Beans beans, they’re good for your heart, the more you eat, the more you–[ a can thunks at his head]

Chris: Today’s challenge is about survival. We’re going hunting.

Duncan: That’s more like it.

Harold: Isn’t that a paintball gun?

Chris: Why yes Harold. It is.

Harold grunts

Bridgette: So we won’t be killing anything?

Chris: Negatory. This is the first ever paintball deer hunt. I’ll announce the team’s once we get into the woods. So… finish breaky.

Owen [burps loudly] : Ahhh… Got any more?

Chris: And now for the team breakdowns. The Killer Bass hunters are… Harold, Geoff, and Bridgette. Locked and loaded with bass blue paint. And using orange paint are the Gopher hunters, Leshawna, Beth, Owen, Lindsay.

Owen: Whahoo! This is awesome, man!

Chris: You also get these stylin’ glasses and wicked camo caps! The rest of you are now deer. Here are your antlers, noses, and little whitetails.

Heather: Yeah right. I am not wearing that.

Duncan: There is no way I’m a deer.

Chris: Take these off and your team is toast.

Owen chuckles.

Duncan: What are you lookin’ at?

Owen: Oh, nothing. Bambi.[snaps Duncan's tail]

Duncan: You’d better be a good shot, tubby.

Courtney: At least we get a headstart.

DJ: I don’t know about y’all. But I’m outta here.

"Guys we should split up. If we hang in a group better chance of us losing." I said making everyone nod. While hiding in the bush I spot Heather being guarded by Beth and Lindsay. "Hey Beth Lindsay your hunters. Heather is a deer shoot her. I mean she is a mean two face bitch. Don't you want some payback Beth." And like that paitballs flew at Heather. It turned into a paint war with everyone. I hung low to the ground

Courtney: Why do you smell worse than usual?

Duncan: It’s Owen’s stink. It’s following me around like my juvenile record.

Courtney: Well, I’m heading back. This stupid game must be almost over by now.

Duncan: You’re going the wrong way.

Courtney: Excuse me? I was a CIT, remember? I have a natural sense of direction. Camp is this way.

Duncan: No. It’s that way.[ their antlers smack into each other]

Courtney and Duncan grunt.

Courtney: Very funny. Now let me go!

Duncan: Hey princess, this isn’t my idea of fun either.

Courtney: Great, Duncan.

(Confessional: Duncan)

Duncan: Sure, we could’ve taken those lame-o antler hats off, but Miss Counselor-in-Training would probably go blab to Chris and have us disqualified. And hey, I kinda liked it.

(Confessional off)

Courtney: Now what?!

Duncan: You wanna make out?

Beth, Heather, and Leshawna: [indistingueble] Ow! Ow!

Bridgette: This is really fun!

Chris [through loudspeaker] :Attention human wildlife and hunters! Please report back to camp! It’s time to show your hides and tally up the scores!

Cut to the campers standing in line.

Chris: Tsk tsk tsk. Stealing from Chef. Eating chips in the woods. Being mauled by bears. Do you know what I see here? I see a very undisciplined group. I see a disgraceful mess. I see a massive waste of paint product. And I have to say… that was awesome! Haha! When you guys opened fire on your own team? Wicked TV, guys.

Harold: Hey. Where are Duncan and Courtney?

Courtney and Duncan grunt as they come in,still tangled.

I had to keep my composure seeing them like that. I am definitely going to make them pay

Gwen: Oh, this is too much.

Owen [ in between laughs]: Duncan, you sly dog, you!

Duncan: The girl can’t keep her antlers off me. [grunts] [falsetto] Can’t even bend over.

Chris: Easy, Courtney. Our medical tent is really only equipped for one at a time and Cody’s pretty messed up. Well, since three members of the Gophers are dripping in paint… Make that four members. And some of them aren’t even deer. I think we have our winner![Bridgette, DJ, Harold, and Sadie cheer] You’re off to a hunting camp shindig!

Duncan and Geoff: Whoo!

Duncan groans

Chris: Gophers, I’ll see you at the campfire ceremony. Again.

Heather: I mean, seriously. Twice in a row? What is wrong with you people? I can’t wait to see Beth get kicked off. I just wish I could vote off two campers at once.

(Confessionals: Cody, Owen, Leshawna and Lindsay)

Cody: Heheheh. Okay. I know I got mauled by a bear, but I’m feeling good about this. I’m a quick healer. And besides, Heather’s as mean as a snake, dude. Her own team shot her like eighteen times. They’ll never kick me off.

Leshawna: Who did I vote for? Well, Heather’s been a pain in my butt from day one. But I gotta say… Cody.

Owen: Yeah, that Cody. Not so useful in challenges anymore.

Lindsay: I totally admire Belle for standing up to Heather, but she’s so dead now.

(confessionals off)

at the elimination cerimony.

Chris: There are only eight marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper–

Gwen [quickly]: Who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return The Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave. Can’t we just get this over with?

Chris: Fine. Whatever. Spoil the moment. Trent. Iris. Lindsay. Owen. Gwen. Leshawna. Beth. Campers, this is the final marshmallow tonight. Heather.

Heather: You are all lucky, okay? Very lucky!

Chris: Cody. The Dock of Shame awaits, bro. I guess we can help you get there.

Beth: I’ll do it![Pushes Cody to the dock of shame]

Gwen: Bye, Cody!

Leshawna: Seeya, buddy!

Owen: Take care, dude.

Cody tries to speak but i's muffled.

Beth: I know. I can’t believe I stood up to her, either.[Cody tries to speak but its muffled] I’m gonna be okay, don’t worry about me. And I still have my good luck charm! See? I got it from Boney Island last week. Cool, huh? Bye Cody. Take care. [kisses Cody's head]

Cody muffled screams before falling into the water with a splash

[howmanydeaths]

hey look i could write a modern sonic game

sonic: Boy I Sure Love to Run

sonic: hmm i wonder how my friends are doing?

sonic: [goes to see his friends]

eggman: haha Fuck You snic i have a super great plan that won't fail this time

eggman: now fight my stupidly easy boss

sonic: (beats it)

sonic: dude you still suck at building death robots

eggman: uhh.. i'm gonna go do evil things now

sonic: well, time to stop him for the 100th time

sonic: (goes to find tails)

tails: i found this report that matches up with this legend that we have literally never mentioned before this game but will probably give us a convenient final boss

sonic: i bet eggman is behind this!!1

tails: let's go stop him!

knuckles: WHICH ONE OF YOU FLATFOOTS STOLE MY MASTER EMERALD

sonic: nobody you dumbass, it probably got shattered again

knuckles: oh ok!! time for more long hours of gamep-

sonic: sorry knucky, you're not playable this time

knuckles: son of a- [gets shoved out of the way]

tails: am i gonna be playa-

sonic: nope, you're just gonna tell us whenever plot relevant stuff happens

tails: well, that's a load of-

sonic: don't blame me, blame sonic team for thinking nobody wants to play as anyone but me

tails: alright... well, judging by all previous events, you should probably get the chaos emeralds

sonic: yeah!! let's go fuck up eggman's shit!

levels and shit: happen

shadow: fight me

sonic: aren't you gonna complain about not being playable

shadow: i've basically accepted that my game and 06 have ruined my chances of ever being a playable character again

sonic: you have a point..

eggman: lmao instead of furthering my plans i'm gonna bring out another boss robot

sonic: gee, what a surprise

sonic: [trashes the boss]

eggman: next time you won't be so lucky~!

more levels and shit: happen

sonic: finally, i'm at eggman's base!

eggman: hahahahahahhahh look at my awesome new monster that totally won't betray me this time!

tails: sonic!! that's the being from the legend the writers pulled out of their ass!

monster: [betrays eggman and turns into a more powerful form]

eggman: nooooo!! i was sure it would work!!

sonic: really? i'm sure that after chaos, shadow and the eclipse cannon, neo metal sonic, solaris, dark gaia, the nega-wisps, the time eater, and the deadly six you'd have learned that trying to control some outside force always backfires

eggman: ...alright, you have a point. just, please destroy it for me!!

tails, knuckles, shadow, amy, etc.: you can do this!!

sonic: [goes super]

others: [take turns pointing out the obvious, e.g., "you need to keep collecting rings!" "that's its weak spot!" and cheering him on while an epic remix of the main theme plays]

monster: [is kill]

everyone: yeeeyyy you did it!

sonic: [goes back to normal]

eggman: [runs off before he can be confronted]

credits: roll by and possibly play the main theme in full

the fanbase: either love it or hate it

ign: gives it an unfair review

a good number of fans: we wanted a chao garden

inevitably a couple: still complain about green eyes