#I too am attracted to deeply competent idiots

[kneedeepindramaandcocaine]

Penny Benjamin is the embodiment of ‘he’s an idiot’ (affectionate).

[damienthepious]

What’s your favorite part of each individual dynamic of the rad bouquet?

OHHH.... THIS IS AN INTERESTING QUESTION. Favorites are hard for me tho so instead i’m Going to Ramble and probably not effectively stick to one singular Point with any of them. sorryyyyy

Rilla & Damien: I love the opposites attract quality of their whole thing? I love that Rilla is a mellowing influence on Damien emotionally, and Damien is a tempering influence on Rilla when she’s off on a tear, scientifically speaking.

In the script for MH (part one, i think?) it describes Damien with “He sounds like home.” I think they’re both like that for each other. They’ve shared “years of light and life” and it SHOWS. It’s about familiarity, it’s about comfort, it’s about knowing each other’s flaws and loving each other anyway. It’s about understanding.

and, honestly, i feel like Arum coming into their lives probably made their dynamic even stronger in the long run because it forced the both of them to take stock of what they already had, & to make sure they’re not taking each other for granted. “Don’t let us be dead and gone.” Rilla’s not like Damien, she’s not as expressive and she uses other peoples experience & example (autistic Rilla rights) to articulate it, but she loves Damien as deeply as he loves her. I love that TOO. They’re such different people and they’re each fascinated by the other!

Damien & Arum: i could just say knife kink danger kink idiots and go but. o o f. the first thing i wrote for penumbra fandom was a possible end to a duel with them, because god fuck damn i am intensely fascinated by the whole dynamic of desire with these two. Damien’s repression and Arum’s embarrassment going head to fucking head and they still! both! BOTH! are fascinated by the other SO MUCH that they can’t help but shove what they’re supposed to do to the wayside to chase the feeling. it’s just fucking beautiful.

I feel like each of them sees something in the other that they wouldn’t be proud of if it was pointed out, but is still a positive quality? Like. Arum calls Damien delicate, and then gives him a fucking pet name. obviously Arum is impressed by Damien’s competence, his skill. but he also sees that Damien is layered, that there’s a softness there too, and because of Who Arum Is, he mocks it first.

And Damien- Damien, who has killed more monsters than anyone (barring Angelo), looks at Arum and sees something he needs to contextualize as humanity. Which, of course, Arum is mortified by. It could have been, at least in part, Arum’s intelligence, but I think it was also Arum’s own softness. Would another monster have been fired upon, and then open his mouth and first, before anything else, offer the attacker the chance to back out that door and avoid the conflict altogether? i don’t know.

They are both highly competent fighters, attracted to each other’s competence- but it sinks to something deeper when they show compassion. When they wrap each others wounds. The layering. I’m fucking weak for it.

Arum & Rilla: It’s hard to articulate exactly what it is about these two together but holy FUCK. I love that they’re two giant brats in completely different directions? both masquerading as Not Brats Definitely? I love that Arum is a huffy stuffy pompous noble and being around Rilla makes his act seem RIDICULOUS? i love that Rilla is a mischievous hooligan miscreant who usually just happens to have the most emotional maturity in any given room but she literally tries to wake Arum up with a stick?

I love that they hang out together for five minutes and Rilla stops being afraid of him IMMEDIATELY? I love that when the door nearly petrifies and slams Arum’s arm off and Rilla cries out he instantly, without hesitation speaks up to assuage her worries?

I love that they have to ease into it a little, that clearly there’s a rapport based on the fact that they’re both fucking BRILLIANT but the longer they’re together the more Rilla sees in him, sees his loneliness and his intelligence and his desire to be seen and his compassion for his home- and the longer they’re together the more Arum sees her tenacity and skill and pragmatism and humor and how many hats do you wear, Amaryllis is such a fucking high compliment and oh my god. Oh my god.

I love what they’re willing to sacrifice for each other. I love that Arum SENDS HER OFF WITH THE HERMIT, even though he must KNOW what the consequences of that choice will be for him! i love that Rilla stands up in front of the entire monster world and a knight who might kill her and says she might love him! that she oh god i’m going to cry? what the fuck. i think i’ve written too much. I can’t- I won’t live in that world. how the fuck can i live with that.

 anyway thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble the fuck off for literally way too long. whoops. i should. add spaces for visibility probably. i wrote these in giant mega-paragraphs, just for the record

[pikapeppa]

Cullavellan & FenHawke pirate AU: Felan’asahngar

Chapter 32 of me and @schoute​‘s lovechild project Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me is up on AO3! In which the babes wind down for their first night in the mysterious Arlathan Forest. Warning: lots of talky-talk and schmoopy feelings. 

This week we have Fenris and Cullen’s POV’s; only the first part is here. Read the whole thing on AO3. 

- FENRIS - 

Fenris was ten paces away from the camp when he realized he shouldn’t be stomping so noisily through the ferns. The more noise he made, the more likely he was to attract enemy attention, and then Hawke would be in even greater danger than she already was.

Though if he was worried about making noise, he supposed he shouldn’t have been shouting at Merrill. 

He slowed to a stop and dragged a hand through his hair. Merrill was just so infuriating. Fenris was appalled that she was prioritizing the thrill of discovery over the safety of the crew. But he supposed he should expect nothing less from someone who had left her clan behind for the sake of her search for elven relics. 

That was the real reason that Merrill was so blasé about the potential danger here: she had nothing to lose in the course of this ill-advised venture. Fenris, on the other hand, could lose the person who mattered to him the most. He had everything to lose from this cursed quest.

So did Piper, for that matter. Fenris could only imagine the wrath she would bring if any harm came to Cullen. But Piper trusted Merrill too much. Despite Piper’s incessant playful insults to the crew, Fenris knew she had the utmost confidence in the competence of everyone on the ship. And in Merrill’s case, that was a problem. 

Fenris didn’t care what Merrill said; she couldn’t know for certain that the forest was safe for Hawke and the other humans — or even for herself and Fenris and Piper, for that matter. And yet she refused to entertain the possibility that she was wrong. 

“Fenris?” 

He whipped around. Hawke was picking her way through the foliage with a lantern in hand and a smile on her face.

He rushed over to her. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “You can’t be wandering around on your own.” 

“Why not? You are,” she said archly. “Besides, we’ve hardly wandered off. The others can still hear us talking if they listen hard. Which, let’s be honest, they probably are.”

“We are not,” Dorian yelled from the camp.

Fenris curled his lip, and Hawke laughed. “Come on,” she said, and she took his hand and pulled him deeper into the forest. 

When they were far enough away from the others that they wouldn’t be overheard, Hawke came to a stop and soothingly stroked his arm. “What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong?” he repeated incredulously. He gestured angrily at their camp. “Merrill waits until we are deep in the heart of this forest before revealing that it was an omen of danger that led us here, and you ask what’s wrong?”

Hawke pulled a little face. “All right, touché. But nothing bad has happened yet.”

“Just because nothing bad has happened yet doesn’t mean it won’t,” Fenris retorted.

“But that’s like everything in life, isn’t it?” she said. “You can’t just sit around doing nothing in case bad things could happen. Maybe nothing bad will happen to you, but nothing good will happen either.”

“I am well aware of that,” he snarled. 

“All right,” she said cautiously. “Then why–” She broke off and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh shit, Fenris, I didn’t mean just you.” She reached out and grabbed his hand. “I meant in general, not just you. And I mean, I’m the same, right? I could have stayed in Kirkwall and done nothing. And maybe nothing bad would have – well, there was that whole engagement thing…” She awkwardly tugged her ear, then waved her hand dismissively. “Anyway, my point is that if I hadn’t run away from Kirkwall, I wouldn’t have joined the Lady Luck. And sure, joining the Lady Luck could have gone terribly, but it didn’t. Instead of bad things happening, the best thing happened instead.”

“And what’s that?” he said grumpily.

“I found you, of course.” She smiled and tilted her head. “You might be scowling at me now, but I like your scowl far more than any smile I ever saw in Kirkwall.”

He gazed at her lovely face. She looked so content and hopeful, and here he was snarling at her when his ire wasn’t even her fault…  

A mixture of affection and guilt prodded his heart. He sighed and finally squeezed her hand. “So you truly think this venture is worth pursuing, despite this warning about ‘knowing sorrow’?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I think we don’t know enough to say it’s not worth pursuing. I mean, Merrill didn’t even say who that warning is about. Maybe the people who are going to ‘know sorrow’ are the rude ones who step on critters and try to cut down the trees. We haven’t done any of that.” She looked up at the forest canopy and did a curtsy. “Thank you for having us, by the way, O Mysterious Forest.”

Her tone was polite, but the curl of her lips was cheeky. Fenris huffed and folded his arms. “The forest can’t hear you.”

 “I don’t know, Fenris. Maybe Fen’Harel is watching,” she said. She lowered her voice and took a step closer to him. “We should go have ritual sex in front of his monument. He sounds like the sort of god who’d appreciate that kind of hedonistic tribute.”

Fenris huffed again. “Truly, Hawke, you are an idiot,” he said. He pinched her waist, and she squeaked and slapped his hand. 

“Only for you, Fenris,” she giggled. “Only for you.”

He smiled at her, then idly rubbed the red ribbon on his wrist before giving her a sideways look. “So I take it you don’t believe the voice is Fen’Harel, then.”

“I honestly have no idea,” she said cheerfully. “That would be a lark if it was, though, wouldn’t it? Can you imagine if an elven god was real? The Chantry would shit themselves.” She snickered, then blinked at him. “Why do you ask? You don’t think it’s Fen’Harel, do you?”

“No,” he said. But even as he said it, his belly started to writhe with uncertainty. 

Hawke tilted her head, and he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s…” He swallowed hard. “This voice. This… odd feeling of being led somewhere by a force beyond my control. I don’t like it, Hawke.”

 Her expression softened, and she took a step closer to him and stroked his forearm. “Don’t think of it like it’s controlling you,” she suggested. “Think of it like… like a sixth sense. An extra sense that lets you know something that we humans don’t! I kind of wish I could hear it. I’m so curious what it sounds like.” Her eyes widened suddenly, and she winced. “Maker’s balls. Is that an awful thing to say? I know you wish you didn’t hear it at all–” 

“How are you so optimistic about all of this?” he interrupted. 

Her expression grew cautious, and he shook his head slightly. “I am not angry,” he assured her. “I am…” He broke off and frowned at her curiously. “You are genuinely not worried about the ominous nature of any of this?” 

She shrugged and tucked her hands in her pockets. “I don’t know, I just… I don’t see a reason to assume the worst. No point worrying if we don’t know if there’s anything to worry about. I mean, imagine Merrill is right and everything is fine, and you spent all that time brooding for no reason.”

He grunted. “I don’t brood.”

She chuckled. “Worrying in a very handsome manner, then,” she said, and she gently pinched his chin. “Let’s just go with the flow. We’ll be like a river and go where the path takes us. Or this mystery voice, as it were.”

Fenris studied her in silence for a moment. Now that Hawke had mentioned it, she really was rather like a river, but not for the reason she thought. Rivers did take the path of least resistance, certainly, but a river could also eat its way through even the hardest stone, gradually but patiently carving its own path and leaving an indelible mark behind. 

If Hawke was a river, then… then Fenris was the stone. He knew he could be inflexible and unyielding, yet here Hawke was, bleeding through his boundaries bit by bit and carving herself permanently on his heart.

He sighed and pulled her close. “Your enthusiasm is infuriating,” he said fondly.  

She grinned and slid her arms around his waist. “Thank you. I try.” Then she perked up. “Maybe next time we run into some more enemies, I can even try to fight them!” 

He raised an eyebrow at her non-sequitur. “If we run into more enemies, I would hope you would fight them,” he said slowly. 

Her smile melted slightly with surprise. “Am I allowed to fight them?”

He frowned. What sort of comment was that? “Of course,” he asked. “You should fight them. Why else have I been training you to defend yourself?”

She peered at him carefully, almost as though she didn’t believe him, and Fenris frowned more deeply at her odd expression. Then she smiled brightly. “Maybe because you like practice-fighting as foreplay? I know how much you like pinning me to the floor before you fuck me…” She pressed her pelvis closer to his. 

His body flared with interest, but he forced himself to ignore it. Why was she behaving so oddly? 

“What is this about?” he asked.

She laughed lightly. “Nothing, nothing! Let’s go back to the others before Dorian and Piper drink all the rum.” She released him and took a step back, but Fenris grabbed her hand before she could move away. Her tone might be cheerful, but she wasn’t looking at him – a sure sign that she was upset about something. 

He pulled her close once more. “Hawke. What is this really about?” 

She dropped her gaze and nibbled her lower lip, then finally met his eyes. “Why didn’t you let me sneak up on the pirate camp?”

Ah. He wilted slightly as she went on. “Did you think I couldn’t do it?” she asked. “That I’d ruin the ambush?”

“No,” he said. “That’s not why.”

“Are you sure?” she said. “You were pretty adamant that I shouldn’t do it.”

“It is not because I doubt your skill,” he insisted. “Your combat abilities have been improving. You know this. Besides, a stealth kill is technically simpler than killing someone who is attacking you.”

“Then why didn’t you let me try?” she said plaintively. 

He sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. “A stealth kill is… different from killing someone who attacked you first. It is not just a matter of technique. It is the knowledge that you are the attacker this time.” He gazed at her seriously. “When you kill someone in cold blood, you aren’t defending yourself. You aren’t blameless. You are the murderer. I wanted to spare you that.” 

“But… but we were defending ourselves,” Hawke said softly. “They would have killed us if they had found us first.”

“I know that. I…” He sighed. “Perhaps it was misguided. I just…” He ran a hand through his hair again, then dropped his hand to his side. 

She gently squeezed his arm. “I’m going to have to do it eventually. Especially if there are more strange pirates wandering around in this forest.”

“I know, Hawke,” he said testily. “I just wanted…” He trailed off. The truth was that he didn’t want Hawke to grow accustomed to killing. Fenris’s life as a fighter and a dealer of death was not something he would have chosen for himself, and it was a life he didn’t want for her. 

“You are not a murderer,” he said quietly. “Not yet. I wanted you to keep that for a little longer.”

Her eyes widened. “Is that what you think you are? You and the rest of the crew?”

He dropped her gaze. He couldn’t speak for the rest of the crew, but he himself… He knew what he had done in the lyrium mines in Tevinter. 

“These unprovoked kills are… corrupting,” he said. “I don’t want you to be hardened by this.”

She suddenly cupped his face in her hands. “You are not corrupted,” she said fiercely. “You’re not corrupted or spoiled or ruined or any of those things, all right? And I won’t be either. It’s like you said when I joined the Lady Luck: everyone has to know how to kill. It’s a necessary part of pirate life. But it won’t corrupt me, and it hasn’t corrupted you either.” 

His throat felt thick. He took a deep breath and met her eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you question your skill,” he said quietly. “That wasn’t my… Hawke, I…”

“It’s all right,” she said. She stroked his cheek, then shot him a cheeky smile. “I was worried you thought I was useless, but as long as—”  

He clasped her neck and cut her off with a hard kiss, then pressed his forehead to hers. “You are not useless,” he told her fiercely. “You’re… you are indispensable.”

She let out a breathless little laugh. “I don’t know about that. The Lady Luck could certainly get along without me.”

He shook his head roughly. “I don’t mean the Lady Luck. I mean…” He broke off and let out a slow exhale. In the space of the few short months that he and Hawke had known each other, everything had changed. Fenris no longer moved mindlessly from day to day in a rote and static manner. Because of Hawke, he was happier, less lonely, less angry. Every day held something new and interesting and amusing because he was seeing it through Hawke’s curious eyes. His life was irrevocably changed, heightened and shaped by Hawke’s arrival, and now that she was here, he couldn’t imagine living any other way.

The thick feeling in his throat was swelling, warming his chest and filling his ribs with a heated wave of emotion that was rising to his tongue, and he opened his mouth to set it free before his long-held inhibitions could get the best of him.  

“Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you,” he blurted.

Her mouth popped open in surprise, and Fenris waited tensely for her to reply. A heartbeat later, a smile burst across her face. 

She hiccupped suddenly, and a tear ran down her cheek. “Oh Maker,” she said, and she hastily wiped her face. “Now you’ve done it. My eyes are going to get all puffy and hideous–”

He exhaled in relief. “Shut up, Hawke,” he said, and he kissed her again. 

She twined her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against his chest, and for a sweet, suspended moment of bliss, he sank wholeheartedly into the plumpness of her lips and the delicious taste of her tongue.

Then Dorian’s jovial voice yelled out from their little camp. “Fenris? Hawke? You two had better not have gotten eaten by wolves or some such horror.”

Fenris growled in annoyance, and Hawke laughed brightly and kissed his cheek. “Shall we go back to the others and assuage their concerns about our being eaten?” she murmured. 

“If we must,” he grumbled.

She chuckled and gently pinched his chin. “So grumpy, you are. Lucky for you that I love your pout as much as your smile.”

He shot her a chiding smirk, and they slowly made their way back to the camp. 

Dorian was sitting beside Merrill, who was still working on her charcoal rubbing from the wolf monument. Fenris raised an eyebrow at Dorian. “Where are Cullen and Piper?”

“Gone to fill our waterskins, or so they say.” Dorian stroked his mustache thoughtfully. “It’s my personal belief that the Captain’s real intention is to lure Cullen into swimming naked in the nearest body of water, but that’s just my thought.”

Hawke snickered. “I would bet that you’re right if I had any coin to bet.”

Dorian smirked at her. “And what about you, my dear Hawke? Did you enjoy your romantic stroll through the haunted forest?”

“Dorian, I told you,” Merrill said vaguely. “The forest is not haunted.”

Hawke clasped her hands dramatically. “Oh, it was lovely, thank you for asking! Ghosts serenaded us with a romantic ballad while we kissed beneath the moon…”

Dorian tutted. “Now that’s just completely untrue. You can’t see the moon through these leaves.”

Hawke winked at him, then took Fenris’s hand and led him over to their bedrolls, which they had laid out earlier that evening on a nearby patch of moss and grass. Hawke immediately settled down with a yawn, but Fenris seated himself cross-legged on his bedroll and reached for his whetstone. 

He began to sharpen his dagger with brisk, careful strokes. A moment later, Hawke sat up on one elbow. “You’re not tired?”

He glanced at her, then tilted his head subtly at Merrill and Dorian. “I can’t sleep like this,” he said quietly. In truth, however, the problem was not only the presence of other people. Now that Fenris knew the unsettling dream voice was linked somehow to the forest, he was reluctant to allow it to infiltrate his sleeping mind. 

Hawke’s eyebrows rose in sympathy, and Fenris shook his head. “Don’t concern yourself. I will keep guard.”

“But Dorian is keeping guard,” Hawke said softly. “You should get some rest.”

He gave her a flat look, but she wasn’t looking at him; she was inspecting their surroundings with a thoughtful look on her face. A moment later, she smiled at him. 

“Come on,” she said. “I have an idea.” She stood up and gestured for him to get off of his bedroll.

Somewhat reluctantly, he followed her over to a nearby fallen moss-covered tree. She arranged the bedrolls alongside the fallen tree, then sat with her back resting against the trunk. 

She patted the space between her legs and smiled up at him. “Come sit here.”

Fenris glanced self-consciously at Dorian and Merrill, but they were talking animatedly and ignoring him and Hawke. Somewhat reassured by their lack of attention, he gingerly sat between Hawke’s legs. 

She pulled his shoulders. “Get cozy,” she urged. “Come on, loosen up that lovely lanky body of yours and make yourself comfortable.” 

He scoffed, then settled back against her chest and stretched his legs out. “Fine. Now what?” 

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Now I hug you until you fall asleep,” she said brightly. She tucked some of his hair behind his ear and kissed his temple. “You threw away that flower I gave you, hmm?”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Why do you say that?”

“You’re not wearing it,” she said.

“That doesn’t mean I threw it away. It’s in my pouch.”

She barked out a surprised little laugh. “You’re serious? I’m… I didn’t really expect you to keep it.” 

He frowned. “Why wouldn’t I keep it? You gave it to me.”

Hawke was silent for a moment. Then she hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. “And because I love you so much, I’m going to put you to sleep.”

Her affectionate words made his heart flip, just as they always did. He smoothed his palm along her forearm. “You can try,” he said. “I don’t think you will have much success.”

She chuckled softly. “Ever the pessimist, Fenris.” Very quietly, she started to sing.

When we arrive, sons and daughters We'll make our homes on the water We'll build our walls of aluminum We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

A shiver of warmth ran down his neck. Her voice was breathy and quiet but just as sweet as he remembered from that night at the Hanged Man in Rialto. Her whole body was like a warm embrace, her arms around his neck and her thighs cradling his hips, and Fenris closed his eyes to better focus on the clarity of her voice flowing into his ear.

These currents pull us 'cross the border Steady your boats, arms to shoulder 'Til tides all pull our hull aground Making this calm harbour our home

He let out a long, heavy sigh. The last dregs of his anger and uncertainty were finally leaving him, drifting from his belly and his lungs and out through his mouth. 

He settled his head back against collarbone, and she chuckled softly. “Are you cozy yet?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Keep singing. Please.” 

She kissed his temple once more, and Fenris could hear the smile in her voice as she continued to sing the simple repeating melody. He wouldn’t be able to sleep; of that he was certain. But it was nice to be able to relax after the frustration of his argument with Merrill. 

It was the last thought he remembered before he drifted off to sleep.

Read the rest from Cullen’s POV on AO3!

[acefrogmonarch]

Headcanons pt. 3

To get thus out of the way. I feel like Hinata wouldn't have as much pressure in the next life. Sure she might compete in the same things like Neji.

But wouldn't be ridiculed about it because she was very honest about it with her father.

Lunch - High school

Itachi sometimes skips college or his police academy and just sits on campus with them. He brings enough for everyone if he remembers them. But it’s fine because both Neji and Itachi text each other and plan ahead, just in case.

No one notices that these seniors are having lunch with sophomores. But then again, everyone looks like a senior in that group to the student body and staff.

The cafeteria was their place in the winter because it was too cold to go outside. Every other season was set outside in the courtyard. They have a place deemed “theirs” and refuse to share it with others. Absolute will fight anyone that goes near their table.

Naruto does football but only quarterback because he’s there to only throw.

He has a ‘dog’ named Kurama and always plays frisbees with him. Because it feels like throwing a shuriken. Naruto does tricks with them. Like throwing two at a time and trying to go the other direction but it never works out.

Sasuke does Track. Other things like Hurdles and long jump.

Naruto, at some point: So sasuke runs from his family and his gay problems.

Tenten versus Lee in any Martial arts. Usually mixed, but if they want any specifics, tae juan do is a good stress reliever, for Tenten.

Competitive archery Neji and casual archery Hinata. Neji also does Kendo along with Hinata; She still presses flowers in her journals.

Sakura would definitely be in S.T.U.D.C.O. like office aid, student rep, or any sort of authority position. She was left spiker until she became the Ace of the Volleyball team. Tried to do softball and hated it, then she joined the mixed baseball team and loved it.

Ino would definitely have been in every single program, at least once. Orchestra first, band next, Choir sometimes, did gynanism for fun. Hates cheerleaders, does step team.

Sai is a punk as bitch for any art club. All if not most of his artwork are in the library hung up.

Shikamaru hangs out with juniors that have a steady supply of marijuana. But he also enjoys a good cigarette more than marijuana because that shit fucks with him.

Choji hangs out in the culinary hallway with his girlfriend Karui, because she aspires to be a chief. The culinary teachers also know Choji because they let him eat the leftovers and he suggests new and exciting flavors for them. It’s usually good but sometimes there’s a bad batch.

Kiba would be like the kid you go to or one of the kids that has a side business, within the school. Like he has snacks, school supplies, or marijana. He’s your go to guy.

Kiba has Akamaru as a service dog within the school, since he cant sneak him in without being spotted. He was approved with a doctors note.

Shino likes computer programming. The essence of computers and how smoothly a program could run makes him feel accomplished and so happy. And when he finally gets it? Oof. Euphoria. 

He sometimes does web coding for fun and fucks around with his tumblr page.

Shino and Shikamaru both have a mutual respect towards each other. Because Shikamaru has this uncanny ability to find bugs and crash games on PC.

Naruto surprisingly built the PC for him, he manually updates new parts and makes sure everything is good to run. Shino makes mods for his games, like GTA V, Minecraft, GMod.

They stream it sometimes and it's just great content for themselves.

It used to be San Andreas but the game kept bugging out all the time, so they updated to V.

Sometimes both Naruto and Hinata dip the group during lunch to visit their little siblings. By blood or not, they both deeply care about their younger siblings. Naruto goes through the forest to visit Honomaru. While Hinata goes down the grave path and enjoys the creeks, nature around her.

They both end up at the same school regardless of how much it takes the other to get there but they both enjoy seeing the faces of their respected siblings. And it’s all worth it in the end.

Their missing hands.

Sometimes when Naruto is away in College he completely forgets that his right hand is perfectly fine and not at all gone, damaged, or artificial. So he just doesn’t use it until someone questions why he couldn’t grab something and they point out his arm.

Shikamaru: Why can’t you use your hand?

Naruto: Huh? What are you on ab-

Naruto finally notices his arm and lightly squeezes.

Naruto: I thought I lost it in the war.

Shikamaru: Wha-

Naruto: But I got my brother back. Where’s sasuwuke?

Shikamaru: Naruto, you saw him just yesterday.

Naruto: Yesterday! Why didn’t he visit me today?

Sakura: He’s a block away, Naruto. How about you visit him?

Naruto: That asshole! I thought he was still at the Wave village?

Sakura: No you idiot, he just sent a letter last week, he’s in the Sound now.

Again, once out of the trance, both are very confused. 

Hinata and Sasuke marry. Well almost. Both Sasuke and Hinata are very private and didn’t want to tell anyone about the engagement but have spent a couple of months planning. And when the subject of her wedding dress came up.

Hinata: How about a kimono, like before?

Sasuke: Huh?

Hinata: Yeah, like my wedding with-

Sasuke and Hinata look at each other and realize that they were about to marry the wrong person.

Hinata: D-do we continue?

Sasuke: I mean we don’t have a date, and the invites aren’t out yet. No one knows about this and we aren’t exactly marrying because we love each other.

Hinata nods in understanding and sighs deeply.

Hinata: Then who am I supposed to marry? And what am I supposed to do with the ring?

Sasuke: I don’t care as long as I get my sword.

Hinata: Yeah, whatever you want teme.

Hinata immediately realizes who she was supposed to marry and so does Sasuke.

They call up a certain pinkette and blonde and set up a meeting.

Hinata, still knowing her gentle first, from memory and will abruptly start training. If everyone tries to stop her, she takes it as a challenger and will fight them. She stops once Neji is there.

Hinata Hyuuga or Hinata Hyuga. She often calls the wrong punctuation for the Hyuga estate.

It's changed to only one u.

Since Hinata’s mother, Hana, is alive, they didn’t set a garden in her honor.

Hinata: Where’s mother’s garden?

Ko: Her what?

Hinata: Her garden, because she died.

Ko: U-uh, Hinata-sama.

Hana comes out to see what is taking them so long: What sweetie?

Hinata looks at her mother and smiles softly. She looks around again and tries to look for her training trees.

Hinata: Where’s my tree?

Neji follows soon after: What tree?

Hinata softly smiles but looks at the bow and arrow that is in his hand. Having come back from training, Neji is still in his gear and sets Hinata out of her trance.

Tiny Hinata misses her flowers. She does replant her garden but she also scared the ever living crap out of anyone because of her ominous message before.

Neji and Hinata accidentally outing each other's sexuality. While at the mall, they both notice an attractive couple and look at them approvingly. Then they turn to each other and nod their head in understanding.

Hinata: The Girl, right?

Neji: The Boy, right?

Now they often tease each other about boys and girls alike. Sasuke is often caught up on the teasing.

Since it’s mostly done in sign language and he can’t help when he notices the straight face that Hinata makes when she signs. “Gay sex” and points at Sasuke.

Neji curses and walks away, then Tenten, Lee and Hinata are following Neji like ducklings. All signing "Gay sex" Sasuke is losing his mind.

BI hinata and Neji.

Family reunions with the Uchiha!

Since there was no big massacre, everyone sort of lives and drives everyone up the wall with their attitude.

Sasuke can’t handle them so he brings Naruto. And everyone kind of loves Naruto, so they accept him as an honorary Uchiha.

Adult life?

Because I get that Hinata and Naruto married at like 21 and had boruto a couple of years later. So I really want Hinata to have followed the same feeling except a couple of years earlier. Same with the other girls and their pregnancy months. Because that’s hilarious. 

Neji and Tenten finally get together and him not dying. Just the potential wholesomeness about that makes me happy.

No one knows who the fuck Rock Lee hooks up with. Like he dips for 2 years and comes back with a baby named Metal. Tenten is super worried because Rock has a kind of pure innocence to him, in regards to sex.

Tenten: Did you get roofied? Are you okay? How did you end up with a kid?

Rock: What’s a roofie? Is that a drink?

Tenten: Kind of, but don’t worry about it.

Neji: What’s with the kid?

Rock: He’s my son, say hi Metal!

Metal is a baby and gurgles at them. They are very shocked, but not surprised. Because it’s Rock Lee. A musclehead that doesn’t want to stop training.

So anything is possible

Childhood ?

Naruto has his parents, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Obito, Rin and many others. In this life but one time when he woke up to the house being empty, he just started crying.

16, very confused and just sits for about an hour in one spot holding his crystal necklace. His Mom walks in with groceries, with his Father right behind her carrying more groceries.

Naruto: Oh thank god, I thought you guys died again.

Kushina: What, no, never again! Right Dear?

Minato: I’m not going to sacrifice myself again anytime soon, if that’s what you’re worried about.

Breaking out of the trance, they question themselves and their memories. More so, their past life.

Sasuke abruptly hates Itachi and sometimes tries to kill him in his teenage years.

Sasuke: You bastard! How could you do that to our clan!

Itachi: Foolish little brother. You still haven’t caught up to me.

Sasuke is in a kenta stance but nothing is in his hand and itachi is very confused as to why he is staring at Sasuke with his hands in a very weird hand symbol.

[kuromiyakun]

Enemy in my arms - The other guy

Chapter 3

 Kassara was wasted and Lord Kitao didn’t like to see the other in this state. During their first meeting they both had alcohol, but no more since that. This was the first time Tasuo saw his runaway partner such drunk and angry. Complaint ran from the young Edora master’s lips like river and he walked back and forth like a caged tiger.

-        And then…- he raised his finger.- … he dare to tell me I am incompetent and should spend more time in our libraries! No one spends as much time there as I do, I am… competent, yes and… clever! - he lamented with an upset face!

-        Is this all because of a piece of land in Yokohama? Why don’t you give them what they want, their behavior causes way more inconvenience than you shall suffer.

-        Sure! Allow me to distribute my land like it was some candy in the kinder garden! – he balled his fists and yelled angrily. It held the frustration over the prolonged war with the very person he spoke to.

 Tasuo stood and grabbed his jacket was on the couch where he set until now, ready to leave. Why this fierce lord had to tear into him whenever he had the mood to and why he would let it?

-        What are you doing?- Kassara raised his arms like Tasuo was acting stupid for taking it to his heart, however he knew he released his frustration by being rude with the elder lord.

-        I am not a carpet to rub your dirty shoes in me whenever things are not for your liking.- the vampire stated, hurrying towards the corridor of the apartment they had for this night.

-        Tasuo!- Kassara swung after him, grabbing his upper arm, but Lord Kitao shook his head down angrily.

-        No, Kassara! I understand your anger management problems but I am not willing to share my time with a drunk, yelling idiot who is not even listening!- The younger vampire let go of him, and seem like he sobered just from the blow of the sentence.

 Tasuo exhaled sharply and looked up at the ceiling. He went too far, they both did.

-        This all tensed situation is… getting on our nerves, why are we doing this to each other?- he asked, looking into the now red eyes.

-        Because we want to be with each other.- Kassara stated with a mildly foggy voice and reached out once again, hooking his index into Tasuo’s sleeve.- I’m sorry for what I said. I hate myself being like this. I used to be so very different. - Lord Kitao slowly turned to face the other vampire with a sigh and an unreadable face. Letting the younger lord stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around the slender form of Tasuo, whose eyes turned brighter right away. This level of intimacy stood in his way to focus.

 He long acknowledged his attraction towards the younger lord, he just buried it under pride and the sureness about the one sidedness of it. Now that Kassara wrapped his arms around him, he wanted to do the same, but the stiffness in his back remained, making Tasuo to even hold his breath.

 -        Without you, I would be so lonely. I should play my role unceasingly and no one would notice my struggle.

-        You are not the only one struggling, but this is what our duty is. We offered our life to…

-        Shut it.- Kassara looked up, but held the other by the waist still.- You always talk about duty and obligation… tell me about your dreams. About the things causing pain.

-        To torture me better during the negotiations? - he smiled with foully. The younger lord shook him hard by his upper half and frowned angrily.

-        Stop speaking nonsense. I am serious!- Tasuo gazed but he didn’t know what to do with the request. Opening his lips, he tried to uncover his insecurities and fears but talking about them was forbidden since centuries. He didn’t know how to start, but Kassara was patient. Stood still, gazing from one confused blue eye to the other.

-        I… don’t know.- Lord Kitao whispered as his perfect composure started to break, his eyes reflecting grief and puzzlement. Several more minute passed until he managed to break that wall through and with a long exhale was different from his self-disciplined sighs, he slowly lowered himself, sitting down on the floor, and Kassara set down with him, not letting him go.

 After sitting in front of each other a little more, the younger lord took Tasuo’s hands, keeping his searching eyes on the vampire across him.

-        I feel like I am always starving…- he said then silently. - The weight of leading a community this huge… is wearing on my soul because I am certain I am not wise enough to give advices… orders to anyone. Worrying too much is taking my appetite and my healers are concerned I am too thin and I’ll look too weak to be a clan leader.- his voice faded into a whisper.- They care not about the burden I carry, they care about if I look strong enough or a claimant to the throne will emerge soon to challenge me. And then I’d lose…- his voice cracked, as he tightened his hold on Kassara’s hands. - And I’m terrified, what if they are right? To the point I am questioning my own competence. When I had to face enemies, or you, I felt this very uncertainty. I know I’d be able to have an equally likely fight with you but in the middle of a life or death situation what you need the most is your confidence. That will decide if you are worthy to live or not.

 Kassara reached his right hand out, cupping the other lord’s face gently:

-        It is highly unlikely we will ever fight.

-        We already do!- Tasuo said firmly, his voice nearly desperate. – We are at war! And what… what our people would say, seeing us right now? Are you thinking about this at all? We are making their sacrifice and death ridiculous by being… like this to each other! - he pushed Kassara’s hand away, feeling vulnerable like he felt long ago and tried to forget what it’s like.

-        Tasuo, Tasuo.- the lord of Edoras smiled at the other leader.- It took you so long to join me in uncovering fragility.- the statement made the blue eyed vampire to laugh painfully.- I may yell like a monkey but feeling the same speaking about what hurts me.- reaching out once again, he put his right hand back to it’s previous place, on Tasuo’s pale face.

 Not considering the outcomes for too long, he leaned in to press his lips on Lord Kitao’s, who froze once he realized what’s coming. For a second, he ran with the river, his heart jumping in his chest as he savored the sensation on his own lips and the way it whipped up his emotions. But soon after leaned back, pressing his palm against Kassara’s chest.

-        Lord Edora! What are you doing?- he asked with despair and dismay in his eyes.

-        I thought we were kissing. I felt like you fancy it as well.- Kassara smiled, and his eyes fell on Tasuo’s lips as his jaw dropped.

 Not knowing how to react and denying is in vain, he felt deeply ashamed. Along with the poisonous sensation came wrath and ache for letting Kassara to uncover him like this.

 -        You are just sad because Oxana left!- he threw it into the younger lord’s face, whose expression turned to shocked and then to hurt.

-        You had no right to say this.

-        I do not even have right to mention your soulmate because he is too precious! Tell me, what are you doing here to me if everything you are wants to be on the side of someone else?

-        What do you know about this?- Kassara stood and made some staggering step away from Tasuo.- Are you… punishing me for revealing your thoughts and feelings?- Lord Edora pointed at his own chest. Tasuo felt upset hearing the raw truth, he could only turn his face towards the floor, guiltily. - This is wicked even from you. - he found, and the elder lord shuddered as if the words whipped him.

 He expected everything but Kassara crouching next to him, caressing through Tasuo’s long hair.- But I like you still.

@umbra-est-magus​

[yurimother]

LGBTQ Anime Review - Mysteria Friends

To say that Manaria Friends Friends (Mysteria Friends) had a troubled production would be putting it lightly. The anime, which is a spin-off from the 2011 Rage of Bahamut mobile game, was originally slated to air in mid-2016. However, only a month before its release the series was delayed and the staff was replaced, with animation done by CygamesPictures, taking over from Hibari. Fortunately, Mysteria Friends finally made it to air in January of 2019. The anime ran for 10 short episodes, approximately 15 minutes in length each.

I need to clarify two things before stepping into this review, I have not played the Rage of Bahamut game, seen either of the other anime adaptations (which are unrelated to this one) nor read the manga for this series. I will be evaluating this anime alone based on its merits. Secondly, and definitely more importantly, I am rather critical of the anime and have more than a few criticisms (and some notes praising it). You are more than free to disagree with me! If you enjoyed the work that is fantastic, I am glad that you were able to enjoy it more than me.

Manaria Friends is set at Mysteria Academy, a school of magic in a fictional high fantasy world. The anime does little to establish this world and its rules but that is not missed, as it is easy enough to catch on to and plays little importance in the story of the anime (as a spin-off this is also less necessary). The slice of life style plot follows Anne and Grea, two students at the academy studying magic. Every episode follows these two in their everyday life at the academy.

As the series is a slice of life there are no expectations for it to hold a central plot or conflict, but each episodes self-contained story should be well constructed. Unfortunately, these are inconsistent, with some having no real direction, conflict, or substance. In episode two, for example, Grea is sick so Anne goes out to try and find a way to help her, resulting in several short disconnected scenes featuring Anne in different magical environments. Ultimately, her actions serve no purpose and Grea gets better on her own.

This failing in storytelling is not present in every episode, some contain enjoyable and relatable plot lines, and a few even have successful A and B stories. The highlights of these are episodes which put Grea and Anne together and have them work off each other, such as the beach episode, in which Grea teaches Anne to swim and an episode in which they play hide and seek in the library.

Overall, the story is pointless and often poorly constructed. Slice of life stories work best when they allow for humor and heart. Manaria Friends lacks this during most moments, the humor is minimal if existent at all. In fact, the only sequence that made me laugh was a volleyball match on the beach between the side characters. While there are a few touching moments between Grea and Anne very few are memorable and only one or two exceptionally well crafted.

This lack of real emotional moments is a shame because the characters work so well in them. Anne is a princess and prodigy, but also very headstrong and playful. This combination is a welcome change, as jokester characters are usually resigned as the comic-relief idiot and are rarely competent. Her personality classes nicely with the dragon-human hybrid Grea’s, who is much more reserved but very sweet and caring. Scenes of these two caring for each other can be exceptional, such as the aforementioned beach scene and an episode where Anne helps Grea get over her stage fright. Together, they have a great dynamic of supporting each other. Sadly, the same cannot be said for the side characters, few of whom are really established beyond a few lines or appearances.

The animation and design is probably Manaria Friends’ strongest aspect. Some of the shots are breathtaking. However, the more movement based moments, including the handful of fight scenes, are mediocre, and everything they do has been done much better in other anime. Fortunately, most of the animation is calm and slow, which helps to admire the environments. The interior of buildings such as the library are beautifully designed and more than a few of the landscapes are breathtaking. There are sadly a few moments of awkward animation which detract from the overall quality.

Some of the best uses of animation are in the show’s end credits, which typically show stills or slightly animated and stylized shots from the episode or the aftermath of the events within. This is accompanied by some spectacular music, in fact, the tracks in this show are all excellent and some of the better found in the slice of life genre.

Yuri elements in Manaria Friends are certainly present if subtle. Clearly, Grea and Anne have an intense bond and care deeply for each other. This creates the basis for an excellent, supportive, and healthy relationship. However, their partnership, while intimate, is non-sexual. That is to say, they never physically show affection (kiss, caress, or anything to that effect) and from all perspective could just be good friends. Imagine that, a yuri where schoolgirls are in a close, romantic, but non-sexual relationship. WHAT AN ORIGINAL CONCEPT, I write under no duress from the personified spirit of Marimite and the gun it may or may not be holding to my head.

Jokes aside, yes this is an S story and denies the girls any actual physical contact with each other instead favoring what could at best be described as extreme friendship. Fortunately, not all the conventions of S class stories are followed, both Anne and Grea are extraordinarily proficient in their own right and operate as equals in the relationship, unlike the usual “senpai and kohai” relationship typically featured in such stories.

Despite the lack of sexual attraction expressed in the show, there is still a fair amount of service, just not the gay kind. Suggestive angles are used often enough, although not overwhelmingly so like other series, and there are a few moments where characters are very suggestive and barely covered, such as when Grea is naked and sick in episode two. The service really does not contribute to the quality and I could have done without it just fine.

Manaria Friends (Mysteria Friends) is a flawed slice of life with some enjoyable main characters and beautiful artwork. The yuri is barely more than subtext and follows the frustrating and all too common S storyline, denying the characters any real expression of their relationship. However, the series really suffers because of its inconsistent and meaningless storylines, most of which muddle along, having no real impact or structure. If you are looking for something short and cute without any substance to it, maybe give this one a viewing, but other series have been able to scratch this itch far better.

Ratings: Story – 2 Characters – 5 Art – 7 Music – 8 LGBTQ – 2 Lewdness – 3 Final – 4

[thegingertrekkie]

Chapter 3: Walking on air

On Ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21020867/chapters/50022080

“Katsuki exploded at the Vice-Admiral!?” Uraraka blurted out with a heavy slur, waving wildly at a passing waitress and pointing at her empty shot glass “That idiot! No wonder they promoted you over him!” 

She burst out in flamboyant laughter, slamming the table and causing a clash of shot glasses.  Midoriya smiled uncomfortably, doing his best to try to counteract her ruckus and keep his full glass from tipping over and spilling onto their table. When Uraraka invited him out for drinks, Midoriya had imagined a night of nostalgia with an intimate part of his past in a cozy restaurant, not this. It must have been a sight. He spent the night, being dragged through the town, from bar to bar by an adorable, round-faced science officer, eventually ending in some of the raunchiest strip clubs in San Francisco. Midoriya had never been in such a scandalous place in his entire life. Women in all shapes, sizes, and species danced on floating platforms near the ceiling, their bioluminescent features, both natural and artificial, and  glowed under the black lights. The waitresses were all covered from head to toe in colorful paint and carrying large trays with filled with delicately balanced shot glasses. If the young captain had realized this is where Uraraka wanted to go, he wouldn’t have been sporting a Starfleet uniform which was attracting unwanted attention. Bodies were constantly brushing up against Midoriya in the packed room. Some were touching him on purpose, groping his triceps and whispering inappropriate things in his ear as they passed. He focused his attention squarely on his drink,keeping his head down and blocking out the noise. Uraraka on the other hand seemed to be having a great time, taking shot after shot like it was her last night to live. The staff seemed to like her too, slipping her free drinks and appetizers. 

“I mean, I guess? Kacchan is a higher rank than I am… and he has more experience.” Midoriya had to yell to be heard over the bone-rattling music. 

“You’re so gloomy, Deku, I thought you had gotten over that!” He appreciated the sentiment, even if it was shouted into his ear at point blank.

She was practically sitting on top of Midoriya. His face blushed a deep red color from the contact. Did she mean to be this flirtatious? His hand rested on her shoulder awkwardly, gently guiding her tipsy rocking trajectory away from his face. There was a drunk, but familiar and warming smile plastered across her face. Uraraka swayed back towards Midoriya, getting so close that the synthahol fumes singed his nostrils.

“Come dance with me!”

Midoriya was yanked on to the dance floor, nearly tripping over his own feet. He steadied himself and guided Uraraka towards the door. She called him a buzzkill. She was right, he thought. Uraraka was clearly too drunk to find a transporter booth in the city by herself, so Midoriya hailed a cab. A yellow hover car stopped in front of the pair and Midoriya shepherded Uraraka inside; she giggled as she toppled onto him in the stuffy vehicle. 

“Where am I sending us to?” He waited for a response while smiling apologetically at the driver, who looked exhausted and annoyed. 

They weren’t the first belligerent young couple of the night and probably wouldn’t be his last. Uraraka mumbled something incoherent and snuggled up against Midoriya’s chest. With a sigh, he gave the driver the address to his temporary housing and wrapped an arm around Uraraka. She was as soft as he remembered. They sat together in silence for about half an hour, with the low hum of the hovercar lulling them into a cozy calm. For the first time in one of the longest days of his life, Midoriya finally had the time to think and soak it all in. The assignment, Bakugo’s ego… and, whatever was happening right now; it was all so overwhelming. 

“Do you ever miss this?” a soft voice whispered through Midoriya’s involuntary flinch.

The young woman in his arms shifted and looked up at him with a kind, yet somber smile. Midoriya squeezed Uraraka’s arm gently.

“Of course I do…” He sighed, looking out the window, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can talk about this now.”

Uraraka hummed in response and wrapped her arms around Midoriya’s waist, rousing a squeak in surprise. The driver grumbled something in Telerite as he eyed the pair in his rear view mirror. Midoriya offered another apologetic smile and the driver rolled his deeply-set eyes. The vehicle hummed to a stop outside a tall apartment building. Midoriya looked up at the building in awe, from the ground he couldn’t even see the roof and the whole building shone like a beacon in the night. Starfleet had never housed him in such a nice place before. Uraraka was all dead weight as Midoriya hauled her out of the vehicle, thanking the driver repeatedly as the man dismissed them with a huff. Scooping Uraraka into his arms, Midoriya carried her bridal-style up to the apartment. The room was incredible, larger than his house had been growing up and furnished with extremely up-to-date tech and furniture. 

“Ooh~ the Captain’s suite” Uraraka said with a sing song voice, kicking her heels off her feet. 

There was a gift basket on the kitchen table filled with flowers and a bottle of Aldeberan Whiskey. Uraraka squirmed out of Midoriya’s arms and grabbed the bottle, holding it above her head like it was a trophy. She giggled something about “the party continuing” and rummaged through the cabinets while Midoriya searched for a card in the gift basket. The glass of whiskey was shoved into his hands and he couldn’t help but grimace at the smell. The stuff was crazy expensive, only meant for special occasions, but Midoriya never liked the taste of synthohol. Uraraka took an experimental sip and hummed with satisfaction before downing her entire glass like water. 

“You must have friends in high places” She said, pouring herself another full glass.

“Yeah… I’ve been getting that a lot lately…” Midoriya muttered, setting his glass down and reaching over to take Uraraka’s drink away from her. “I think you’ve had enough for one night,… Since when do you drink so much?”

Lucky, she gave up her drink willingly and stumbled towards the bedroom, her fingers brushing against Midoriya’s arm as she passed. The look on Uraraka’s face made his heart skip a beat. Even after years of not seeing each other she had the ability to make him feel like a school boy. They had this dynamic ever since they met, Uraraka was kind and unintentionally flirtatious and she would always reduce him to a shy, babbling mess. It took almost a year of knowing each other for him to finally be able to hold a conversation with her. Twiddling his thumbs nervously, Midoriya followed Uraraka to the bedroom. The young woman flung herself on the bed, giggling playfully and patting the space next to her, signalling for Midoriya to lay down next to her. He opted to sit on the very edge of the bed as far away from the intoxicated Uraraka. 

“It’s late…” Midoriya mumbled, flinching when Uraraka grabbed his hand and made him cup her cheek. 

“You’re too nice, Deku…” she nuzzled against his hand “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind~”

“I… I just don't know if I can handle this kind of pressure. If it was just the Captain’s seat, I’m sure I would be fine, but with Kacchan… You know that we go way back, but we still can’t communicate with each other at all. Now he’s my second-in-command. How can I run a starship smoothly when I know I'm going to have to fight Kacchan about every decision I have to make. I have a week before the debrief to try to talk to him, but I doubt he’ll let me even look at him. It’s impossible to have a relationship with hi-”

“I know what you mean!” Uraraka blurted out, cutting Midoriya off mid-sentence “That man is impossible to have a relationship with. He doesn’t listen. He won't have a meaningful conversation. There was never an “us”, only him.”

“An ‘us’?” Midoriya stammered, he felt like his brain just short circuited “Did you... date Kacchan?!”

“It was a mistake” she grumbled, letting go of Midoriya’s hand and letting her head fall back onto the pillow “I saw him as a challenge. I mistook his behavior for respect; an acknowledgment of me abilities; my competence, but was like everything else, just another facet of his hangups.” “You were better than Katsuki in almost every way”.

Midoriya grimaced, not wanting to think too deeply into Uraraka’s words. He stood up with a sigh, turning to look back at the first woman he had loved as she drifted off to sleep. Midoriya got a glass of water and quietly placed it on the nightstand, taking a moment to brush some hair out of Uraraka’s face. A small chirp from Midoriya’s communicator broke the silence and his answered it as he left the room, closing the door behind him.  

“This is Midoriya”

“I only have a few seconds to talk, but I want to let you know…” a kind voice said “Young man, I am so proud of you” 

“All Might” Midoriya’s words wavered as tears collected at the corners of the corners of his eyes as a flurry of mixed emotions washed over him “Thank you for everything you've done for me but… but…”

“No buts Young Midoriya” All Might interjected “I know you have what it takes to be a great Captain you just need a chance to show everyone what you're capable of. Here’s your chance.”

“But All Mig--”

“--I sent you a bottle of Aldeberan Whiskey for a reason. Take this week to settle your nerves. Good luck, Young Midoriya”

[uursaminors]

you’ll look good (in between my sheets)

prompt: person A and person B meet at a bar, each nursing a broken heart after a recent breakup. bonus for a selfie and smut. 

word count: 3,654 (*aaron burr voice* sweet jesus)

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

warnings: smut, daveed “i can charm the skirts off a nun” diggs, “okay so we’re doing this” reader. 

a/n: when i die, delete this so daveed never finds this sin. 

So here's the thing, Your boyfriend Peter (Captain Dickhead, your friends would call him) called you this afternoon and so sweetly said "Hey babe, it's not gonna work out anymore! I found a sugar momma to pay my way through life so bye, it's been real" (Those weren't his exact words but that pretty much covers it)

So here you are, sulking and painfully single at a bar, drowning your sorrows in your fifth gin and tonic.

To add insult to the injury, not a single guy had approached you. You must be emitting the "I'm getting drunk because I'm miserable and self destructive and I have no self control" vibes.

You lay your head down on the bar, pressing your flushed cheek against the cool wood and trace the rim of your glass with a lazy finger.

The song on the radio changes to one of those stupid cheesy 80s love songs, you screw your eyes shut and let out a soft groan, "Nooo, I hate this song"

"Why?" A voice startles you, you peek up under long lashes to see a man sitting next to you, nursing tequila.

Wow.

Seriously wow.

He was super, stupidly attractive. Like the type of attractive that made you stop in your tracks and stare, the type of attractive that you can't help but secretly marvel at.

"Uh...um...what?" You mentally face palm, really smooth, You're practically a master of seduction.

"This song" He waves a hand, "Why do you hate it?"

You lift up, tucking your hair behind your ears and then turn to him, "I hate it because it's a love song"

"You have something against love?" He asks, quirking an inquisitive brow

"Actually I do" You reply, picking at a scratch in the wood.

He considers it for a moment before nodding, "I guess I do to"

"Really?" You reply, sending him a sidelong glance, "Why?"

"Because me and my girlfriend broke up"

"What?" You're in disbelief, "Same! But it was me and my boyfriend, not to say I couldn't have a girlfriend, that's not my orientation but of course there's nothing about that, I'm 100% for equal rights for the lgbt community and---

He laughs, it was a deep throaty sound that sends warm fuzzy feelings through your bones, "Darling, you are rambling"

"Oh" You flush deep scarlet, "That happens when I'm buzzed"

"Interesting" He comments before taking a swig of his drink, "Why did you and your boyfriend break up?"

"He found a sugar momma" You answer with a heavy sigh

He blinks in confusion and shakes his head, "Excuse me, what?"

"I know" You groan, "It's horrible! Embarrassing! My boyfriend traded me in for a granny with a fat bank account"

He laughs, you find yourself perking up, "What about you? Why are you single?"

"Let's say...different values" He replies with a wry smile

"Vague" You nod

"I don't want to talk about her" He leans in and brushes a stray eyelash from your cheek, You feel warmth bloom at the brush of his thumb against your skin, "I wanna talk about you"

                                                          . . .

Daveed, to put it lightly, was completely enamored by the beautiful spit-fire sitting next to him, he found himself admiring the shape of your waist and the length if your legs more than once.

You throw your head back a laugh, eyes shimmering with an ocean of stars, "You're playing me"

"I'm not" Daveed swears, raising his hand, "Scout's honor"

"How lame" You tease poking your tongue out at him

"So you're really a broadway star huh?" You say with a grin, tapping your fingernails against the countertop 

"I am" He insists, "I star in Hamilton, how have you never heard of it before? You live in New York"

"I know" You sigh wistfully, "I'm painfully uncultured"

"We can change that" Daveed says, "I'll get you a seat"

You raise a brow, "Oh no, I wouldn't be able to contain myself seeing your period garb"

"Really?"

"Yeah" You nod, "Mr. Darcy was absolutely my one true love for the longest time"

"How can I compete with Mr. Darcy?" Daveed wonders aloud

"You could dance with me" You reply, feeling brave and breathless and bold, "It took Mr. Darcy ages to ask for a proper dance"

"Dancing" Daveed takes your hand, “Is something I happen to excel in” He leads you out to the dance floor, there wasn't anyone dancing (after all it was a Tuesday night and this wasn't exactly a dancing sort of bar) but there was something utterly enchanting about the way Daveed pull you in, settling his hands on your waist.

You begin to more or less sway to the 80s songs that didn't seem so bad anymore.

Dancing with Daveed was nice...more than nice actually. He was so tall and masculine, and the warmth that he naturally emitted made you lightheaded.

"Hey" You whisper

"What up?" He whispers back

"Take a selfie with me" You say

He breaks into a grin, "Who are you?"

"I'm [Y/N]" You reply, "and you're Daveed Diggs, broadway star extraordinaire, and you gonna take a selfie with me so this moment can forever be immortalized on instagram"

Daveed pauses to considers it for a moment

"And it will make our exes insanely jealous" You add

"You've convinced me" Daveed replies

You laugh and pull out your phone, you slip it into Daveed's hands, "You have longer arms than me"

He grins and opens the camera app, "What pose should we do? Duck face?"

You snort, "What are we? 8th grade girls?"

"I'll take that as a no" Daveed chuckles, "What do suggest then"

"Snapchat!" You exclaim excitedly, bouncing on your toes, "We can use the cute little dog filter!"

Daveed grins in slight exasperation before opening snapchat, he applied the filter to your faces and you giggle in delight, "We look so cute!"

Daveed rolls his eyes but smiles fondly and pulls you in, at this angle you are resting your head against his chest, a one-zillion watt smile tugging on your lips while Daveed has an arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

"Cheese!" You both say as Daveed takes the picture

"Wow" You say once Daveed hands your phone back, you look at the selfie with a drunken smile, "We are a catch, why would anyone dump us?"

Daveed shrugs, "Because we're too good for them obviously"

You laugh, "I'll drink to that!"

"No, no, no" Daveed shakes his head, "No more for you, you're already drunk as it is"

You pout and lean in, laying your palms flat against his chest (You are in slight awe of the hardness of his muscles beneath you fingertips) and say "Please Daveed"

                                                          . . .

"Please Daveed"

In three things that cross his mind:

1. This night that of innocent fun with [Y/N] had turned into something else entirely aka Daveed was doing the bad, bad thing by flirting with you.

2. The way you pressed against him, looking all too doable with your lips in an adorable pout and big doe eyes that were screaming "Kiss me Daveed!"

3. He had a hard on

Daveed looks down at you with hooded eyes and takes your hands in his, his thumb rubs small soothing circles against your knuckles, a wry smile teasing his lips.

"Baby girl, come home with me tonight"

                                                           . . .

Okay.

Holy fuck.

You consider options:

You could either come home a mess and watch the Notebook (Yes you were that cliché) on repeat while drowning yourself in copious amounts of double choco chunk ice cream.

or

You could home with a insanely attractive, insanely charming man with full kissable lips and dark eyes that screamed sex.

When was the last time you actually hooked up with a stranger?

Oh that's right.

Goddamn never.

But, You feel something akin to doubt stir within. No matter how much you actually enjoyed Daveed's company or found him unreasonably attractive, there was a part of you that feel insecure with the idea of sleeping with a stranger.

"Um" You look away, shoulders drawn tight with tension, "I have to go to t- the...the...bathroom"

The moment is all but lost.

A flicker of knowing disappointment shines in Daveed's dark eyes, he nods and forces a smile, "I'm going to grab a drink...or three"

You chuckle weakly before making a beeline for the bathroom, you lock the door behind you and place a hand on your forehead.

"I'm an idiot" You mutter, "Literally I am a walking trash can"

You stumble over to the mirror and steady yourself over the sink and look at your reflection and frown.

What are you scared of? You wonder aloud, You're not scared of Daveed nor of the thought of spending the night with him. So what was it?

You look down, focusing on the anything other than reflection in the mirror.

Or, your hands tighten against the smooth porcelain of the sink, maybe you were afraid of what would happen afterward.

You've never been brave enough to do the whole one night stand deal, no matter how many times your friends tried to hustle you into it.

You were afraid of waking up to a warm spot next to you, afraid of a lack of intimacy and vulnerability.

No, you shake your head, you shouldn't think like that. You deserve to have a night where you can lose any fears, any insecurities and just let go.

You primp your appearance, making sure a hair wasn't out of place and you makeup wasn't smeared.

You inhale deeply and point at the mirror,  “[Y/N] you are a strong, independent, glowing goddess and you are going to go out there and go home with Daveed Diggs goddammit"

You nod at your reflection and straighten you shoulders and you walk out of the restroom. You see Daveed sitting at the bar, nursing his drink and looking like a defeated puppy and there is no way that you are not going home with him tonight.

You stride over to him, determination clinging to your features. Daveed turns to face you, surprise lighting his face.

In one fluid motion, you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

Daveed instantly takes control of the kiss (hot) and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so that you were standing in between his legs. Daveed groans into your mouth, drawing your bottom lip in and sucking (super hot).

You separate after a moment, you heart running a mile a minute in your chest and you touch curious fingertips to your swollen lips and oh wow, you've never been kissed like that.

"Take me home" You find your voice as you run a thumb down Daveed's cheek, the hairs on his face tickling your skin.

He captures your hand and presses a kiss to your fingertips to your knuckles to the hollow of your wrist, his cool breath sending shivers dancing down your spine. He looks up at you through sooty long lashes and you feel something twist and rise inside you, making you feel all gooey, "C'mon then"

                                                           . . . 

You stand in the living room of Daveed's apartment and goddamn, he wasn't lying about being an broadway star (if the Grammy and Tony wasn't any indication, the niceness of his apartment was).

You immediate response was to peep around and look at all the pictures he had hanging on the wall and the vinyl he kept on display but you didn't want to seem rude.

"[Y/N]" You turn at the sound of your name to see Daveed approaching you, a grin teasing the corner of his lips, "You look suspicious just standing there like that"

"Oh" You toe the ground nervously, "Sorry"

Daveed grabs your hand, his eyes dark and he leads you into his bedroom. You swallow nervously, all bravery you felt at the bar vanished the moment you laid eyes on the bed.

"Daveed" You say suddenly, "I'm nervous"

You look down, preparing for him to be angry at you for being so hesitant but instead he tips your chin gently, forcing you to look up at him.

"Don't be scared" He replies softly, "If you feel uncomfortable or scared at anytime we can stop, I promise"

You nod silently, letting his gentle voice soothe your frazzled nerves. Daveed leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, then a kiss to your cheek, and the corner of your mouth.

He pulls away for a moment, eyes searching your face before leaning down to capture your lips. His mouth was searing hot and soft against yours, he presses against you until you back up against the wall. One of his hands weave in your hair, and he gently tugs your head to the side to reveal the smooth expanse of your neck.

Daveed trails a hot string of kisses down your neck, his teeth nipping and tugging against your skin and you nearly jump at the press of his tongue against your skin.

He pulls down the strap of you dress and kisses the newly exposed skin there before his fingers find the hem of your dress and pull experimentally, "Can I take this off?"

You nod in consent and he pulls your dress off in one fell swoop, leaving you pressed against him only dressed in your bra and undies--and thank god you were wearing your favorite set from Victoria's Secret.

"Goddamn" Daveed whispers, his voice throaty and so incredibly sexy against the shell of your ear, "You are so beautiful"

You flush at the compliment, red blossoming on your cheeks and ears. Daveed smiles at that and grabs you, lifting you onto his bed.

You land on your bed with a soft oof as Daveed hovers above you with smirk on his face. He leans down and presses a kiss to the center of your chest while his hand gently cups your breast.

You let out a whimper, slightly squirming before Daveed lifts ups and looks down at you with a grin, "My, my aren't you eager?"

"Shut up" You pout

Daveed chuckles darkly, "I love it when you talk dirty"

He unclasps you bra and tosses the undergarment to the side, he groans at the sight of your naked breasts before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the feel of wetness and moan as his tongue circles and sucks the rosy bud while he other hand gently kneads your other breast.

You lean your head back and moan as he trails a wet line from your chest, down your torso to the waistband of your panties.

You stomach coils in anticipation as he toys with the edge of your underwear, "God I want to taste you"

Your eyes grow wide and you whisper thickly, "N-no one has ever done that for me"

Daveed looks up, looking personally offended, "Excuse me?"

"No one has ever y'know, gone down on me" You say shyly

Daveed shakes his head and tsks, "I take personal offense to that [Y/N]"

He pulls down your panties, you're completely naked in front of his eyes now, "I'll take care of you now, baby girl"

Daveed spreads your legs and leans down to kiss to the juncture of your thigh, you bite down on your lip as he spreads your folds with inquisitive fingers and draws a line down your heated pink flesh with his tongue.

"O-oh my god" You cry out as his mouth finds you clit and fastens on your most sensitive area. Daveed slides two fingers into your slick entrance and works them in and out at a fast rhythm as he continues his sinful ministrations with his mouth.

Your fingers tangle in his thick curls, pressing him closer. Daveed moans hungrily against your sex as he teases your clit with his tongue, you feel your release stir and rise and rise and rise inside of you as he scissors his fingers in and out of you. He sucks on your clit one last time, burying his fingers inside of you and your body lifts as you come.

Daveed lifts up, chin wet and looking utterly and wholly pleased with himself. You place your hand against your chest and feel your racing heart.

"Daveed" You breath, voice hoarse, "C'mere"

He wipes his mouth with the back of his palm (Seriously this man was too hot for his own good) and hovers over you. You swallow thickly and run curious fingers underneath his shirt, "Take this off" You say, eager to touch more skin.

Daveed complies with a easy smile and sheds the shirt of effortlessly, revealing his toned chest. You rake your nails up the length of his abdomen, stopping to tease his mocha brown nipples with your mouth. You smile at the sound of his delicious moan echoing through the air as you move your mouth to teasingly bite at the juncture of his shoulder and neck.

You fingers fumble with his belt and the button of his jeans, but after a short moment your able to undo his jean and slide them down to reveal his straining hardness.

Your hand dips down past the waistband of his boxers and your fingers wrap around his length. Daveed bites back a groan and leans into you, pressing his head against the crook of your neck as you pump his member.

"Wanna be inside you" He slurs against your skin and you nod

"How do you want me?" You ask, thumb teasing the tip of his cock.

"On your hands and knees" Daveed says, you move into position, arching your back as you feel his hands on your ass.

Daveed lines the head of his cock with your entrances and without a moment of hesitation he enters you.

You keen at the fullness you feel once Daveed enters you, your fingers twist in his sheets as he begins to slowly pump in and out of you, drawing himself languidly before entering you again with an achingly hot laziness.

He is either teasing you (asshole) or thinks you're too soft to take him at a fast pace (seriously what an asshole!)

"Harder" You growl, "Goddammit Daveed, faster"

He stops all together and pulls out, causing you to whimper at the loss. That was the exact opposite what you wanted.

You turn with a pout to see Daveed looking down at you with a nefarious smirk.

"Beg" He says

"What!" You exclaim in surprise

"Tell me what you want baby girl" Daveed says

"Bite me" You reply snottily

Daveed bends down to bite your shoulder, you gasp, "Not literally"

"I couldn't resist" Daveed smiles, "Everything about you is so...delicious"

"What's your ex boyfriend's name?" He asks suddenly, completely changing the subject

A foul taste invades your mouth as you think of you horrible, cougar chasing ex and why in the world is Daveed bringing him up at a time like this? "Peter"

"Hmm" Daveed says, his fingers finding the space in between your thighs and he grins at the wetness he finds there, "By the end of tonight, you won't even remember Peter's name"

You blink in shock as Daveed hooks your legs over his shoulders and enters you again in a slick motion. You nearly shriek at the sensation as he pounds into you, filling you to the core.

Incoherent noises fall from your lips as Daveed hits that one special spot, His brow furrows in concentration as his hand slips in between your heated bodies to work your clit.

You barrel head first into your second orgasm.

"Daveed" you pant, grasping at the sheets as he thrusts into you again and again and again in a delicious rhythm. He trails one hand up the length of your body and wraps it around your neck in a gentle but firm hold.

You moan helplessly, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as he continues to fuck you.

"I'm close" Daveed murmurs, his voice thick as his pace begins to become uncontrolled.

You lift your hips, meeting every thrust and you don't even have time to catch your breath before your third and last release sneaks up.

You see stars when you come.

A deep groan draws from Daveed's lips as he spills inside of you, his fingers tightening a fraction around your neck in a delicious hold and wow, he looks beautiful--mythic even when he comes undone.

He pulls out of you with a satisfied sigh, running a hand through the tangle of his thick hair. He lowers himself on top of you, a smile on his face as he captures your lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

"Hmm" You hum happily into the kiss, stretching out your legs and running your toes against his calves.

Daveed chuckles slightly, it was a deep throaty sound that vibrated in his chest and he falls next to you, stretching out on his bed like a fat lazy cat.

"Goddamn" He breathes out, "You...now you, wow [Y/N]. You were incredible"

You lean back, very smug and very happy, "They don't call me dick slayer for nothing"

Daveed sent you an incredulous look before erupting in a fit of laughter, "Please do not ever say that again"

You giggle with him, finding his laughter absolutely contagious. Daveed moves to his side and pulls your back against his sculpted chest.

"When I wake up in the morning..." Daveed says, toying with a lock of your hair, "You better be here"

You smile, "What's in it for me?"

"Morning sex and free coffee"

You laugh and pretend to consider your options, "I'll stay...but only for the coffee"

Daveed laughs and bites your shoulder playfully, "I'll make sure it's the best coffee you've ever had so you'll keep coming back"

You grin, pressing a kiss to the open palm next to you, "I don't think that will be a problem"

[barpurplewrites]

Shamrock

@a-monthly-rumbelling March non-smut prompt Icee (aka a Slushy), Pixie, Doctor 

Gold/Lacey

Non-magical AU

Part 11 of Bad Things

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“Why on earth would I dress up for St. Paddy’s day? I’m Scottish!”

Lacey smirked and tucked his hair behind his ear; “I am very well aware of your heritage, the accent is a bit of a give-away y’know?”

Gold leaned into her touch, but didn’t let her fingers toying with his ear distract him too much. He had the strong suspicion that he wasn’t going to win this particular debate, but he was going to go down swinging.

“You’re Australian, why would you want to celebrate it?”

“Grandparents on Mum’s side were Irish, plus it’s a perfect excuse to wear a short skirt in public.”

He snorted and plucked at the hem of her skirt; “Since when do you need an excuse?”

Lacey like her short skirts and felt comfortable in them, that he enjoyed her wearing them was very much a secondary consideration; he’d seen the disapproving and judgmental looks that she drew from certain prudish members of the town and been annoyed on her behalf, but Lacey had just laughed at them. Her only response to his comment was a huff and an eye roll; “Fine, don’t dress up, but you have to wear green or people can pinch you.”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

Lacey hopped down from the counter and gave him a wicked grin; “Other people might not, but I would.”

To prove her point she pinched his bum before she skipped out of the shop. Gold sighed and thought about what he had in his wardrobe, it shouldn’t be too difficult to rustle up some green clothing that wouldn’t make him look ridiculous. He certainly wasn’t going to wear a full leprechaun costume; there was no need to give idiots a chance to comment on his height.

Gold needn’t have worried about any short jokes being directed at him; Leroy and his brothers, who were all shorter than him, had all donned eye bleedingly green suits, top hats and clashing orange beards. His emerald waistcoat and four leaf clover cuff links were subtle in comparison, he was also wearing green boxer shorts but they were for Lacey’s eyes only.

Storybrooke didn’t have a large Irish population, but they made an event of Paddy’s Day mainly for the kids. There was something akin to an Easter Egg hunt in the park where the kids searched for Leprechauns and the winner was awarded with a pot o’gold (chocolate coins), for the adults and teens there were fairground games and a slushie drinking contest. Gold couldn’t recall when this had replaced the pie eating contest, but he dimly remembered some concerned citizens making a fuss about obesity and the like, the sugar laden slushies probably weren’t much of an improvement.

The slushie contest had never held much of an attraction for Gold, but today he ensured he had a front row spot to cheer Lacey on. She’d not been planning to enter, but Doctor Whale had made a cutting remark about a tiny pixie like her not being able to compete against the big folk. Lacey had glared at him and signed up for the contest muttering something about hoping his belly was as big as his mouth. Gold had waited until the good doctor had sauntered off before he’d asked; “Are you really going for this?”

Lacey adjusted her fascinator top hat and grinned at him; “I only want to beat Whale, and I know for a fact that he has a loose filling.”

She winked at him and skipped away, the tails on her emerald jacket bouncing over her frilled skirt as she climbed the steps to the small stage. Granny made the announcement to call the rest of the contestants to their places and pulled Gold away from his contemplation about how Lacey’s outfit would look later on his bedroom floor.

The slushies for the contest were a bright green, as everything was today. Gold bit his lip and crossed his fingers that Lacey wouldn’t spill any down her front; the fabric of her costume was rather thin and likely to turn translucent when wet. He had no need to worry as Lacey downed each slushie with precision. David bowed out after two with brain freeze; Ruby followed him after three; Archie spluttered on his fourth; Whale made it to five before he waved away the next and left the stage gripping his jaw in pain. That left Leroy and Lacey who got through six and seven together. As both finalists reached for cup eight Gold was doing his best to cheer louder than Leroy’s brothers, no mean feat since there were six of them. Leroy raised the cup to his lips, but suddenly looked as green as his suit and rushed from the stage to puke nosily in a strategically placed bin. Lacey marked his exit stage left with a cheery wave and finished downing her eighth slushie, she crushed the cup and took a dramatic bow to loud cheers. Granny awarded her a tacky gold cup and a voucher for two free dinners at the diner while Sidney Glass snapped a few pictures for tomorrow’s paper.

Gold only had eyes for Lacey as he helped her from the stage. She collapsed into him and stuck her tongue out her eyes crossing as she tried to look at it.

“Am I green?”

“Very much so, sweetheart.”

“Wanna taste?”

His answer was to kiss her deeply, so deeply that neither of them noticed the camera flash from Sidney snapping a photo. They found out about that the next morning when the paper came with the uninspiring headline, “Luck of the Aussie?” Still it was a nice picture so Gold bought the original to add to the one they had from New Years.

[beyondstr8]

1-65 lmao payback

1: Do you have a crush at the moment? I want to get to know her better but she’s got my attention for sure.

2: Have you ever been deeply in love? I always think i am at the time but when we break up im like “wow that was awful i was so blind”

3: Longest relationship you've ever been in? Like... 4 months? Maybe stretch it to 6?

4: Have you ever changed for someone? Not consciously, no.

5: How is your relationship with your ex? Most recent one? Non-existent, by my choice. 

6: Have you ever been cheated on? Not to my knowledge.

7: Have you ever cheated? Absolutely not.

8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating? slim chance. actually no.

9: What's the most important part of a relationship? Emotional connection and communication.

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? relationships, i cant do flings.

11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"? It’s happened before, but i think its just prolonging the inevitable

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with? without being in a relationship, none.

13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship? letting myself get way too attached. that shit hurts. 

14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex? Um probably 16-17?

15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"? To an extent. If they are both competent and 21 or older, who am I to tell them that’s not love?

16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"? You know when you just click with some people? I don’t believe in love, but I believe in knowing when a person in supposed to be in your life at first sight.

17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet? Also who am I to tell them that’s not love?? Just make sure they’re real before anything serious.

18: What do you consider a deal breaker? Can’t make me laugh or no sense of humor

19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship? When i don’t immediately stop what im doing to respond to their texts

20: Are you currently in a relationship? No

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends? You can give it a shot, but it’s rare.

22: Do you think people should date their friends? If their friend feels the same way, just be prepared for nothing to go back to normal if it doesn’t work out.

23: How many relationships have you had? 3 and a half

24: Do you think love can last forever? With a lot of communication and forgiveness and trust, yes.

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things? If you make a great team and work hard

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of? I probably should listen to my mom more cause shes always right

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be? put up some goddamn walls you idiot!!!

28: Do you think long distance relationships can work? If you can afford to see each other occasionally, yes but it takes a lot of patience and trust.

29: What do you notice first about another person? Smile, eyes, and height

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual? Gay af

31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness? No

32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? Not really, but i have been used idk if that counts

33: Do you want to get married one day? absolutely

34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed? Fuck no

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex? I have before

36: Are you still a virgin? No

37: What's more important: Looks or personality? I think once you start to fall for someone’s personality they start to become physically attractive as well.

38: Do you enjoy love films? Romantic comedies are my shit

39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses? i’ve given roses but i think only my mom gave me roses

40: Have you ever had a valentine? Once, senior year of high school

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"? That’s a tough one. I’d have to say April 25 because it’s not too hot and not too cold, all you need is a light jacket.

42: Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"? In middle school i think

43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends? They are equally important but if you’re talking shit about my best friend of 7 years and you’ve been in my life for 4 months, you’re out sorry

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"? Yeeessss

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends? could i imagine it? yes but its never gonna happen. but we’re getting married if neither of us are married by 30

46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"? i guess

47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite? I don’t keep up with celebrities

48: What's your favorite love song? I have so many omg

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart? Not that i can think of

50: If you're single, why do you think you are? I got my own shit to work on

51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy? poor and nice

52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships? yeah i should probably start taking my own advice tbh

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single? not jealous but i wanna be them

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)? tbh... i dont think any of my relationships have been facebook official but im not against it

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"? for sure. i need attention. but i try not to show it

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship? not to my knowledge

57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart? i mean... if you’re married for years and they leave out of the blue i would understand, but it still wouldn’t be worth it.

58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship? i can be both, but i prefer dominant

59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary? i forgot about my dad’s birthday once 

60: What's your opinion on open relationships? you do you but theyre not my thing

61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family? family

62: How do you define "cheating"? having a connection other than platonic while you’re committed to someone else

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate? no?

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated? yes but its also super cute

65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"? yes. 100%. 10/10. Gimmie cuddles

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Ocean Ramsey

Is a Hawaiian free-diver who swims with great white sharks without cages. I’ve heard of this lady before but I’ve never appreciated her work so much. The reason I came across her today was because I started watching a shark film called 47 meters down and I quit on it half way through, I became disinterested in the Hollywood drama and the cliche media spin of the apex predators. Then I went on YouTube to watch shark documentaries (haha not much work going on today) but they were all the same thing, the titles had the words ‘shark attacks’ in them and the music was scary and the voice over was intense. Again I got quickly tired of these programmes they are not true representations of the beauty of these creatures they are marketing ploys and they are exploitation by small minded individuals/companies. I love sharks I love how graceful and intelligent they are so I thought I would type something where I could learn more of their nature and I came across the wonderful Ocean Ramsey. I am not saying I would free dive with a great white but it’s so easy to see why she loves doing it, it’s so tranquil and effortless it’s like a dance underwater. It’s not tourists cramming theirselves into a cage to get an experience with a shark so they can tell their friends about it its true respect. Those tourists salivate at the idea of having the dangerous selfie or the feeling like they are courageous it’s about me, me me me me mmmme. It’s not far off the kind of 'fishermen’ who catch big sharks or other predators to pose next to them cause they are 'idiots who are making up for something else’ as Ocean says. The idea of people on a boat all hyping theirselves up to get into a cage repulses me, I’d rather be with Ocean listening to the sound of the waves or on my own or with hopps if she’s reading haha. Ocean studies the behaviour of the shark she feels it’s peace (or maybe it’s aggression) and if she feels the mutual respect she simply glides into the sea and matches the sharks vibrational frequency. A shark dive would be much more inviting if your heart beat was slowly beating the same pace as when you read a book and your whole body is craving to show affection to whatever you see floating underneath you. You attract what you are, if you feel love towards anything it will eventually feel love towards you I just believe it takes a lot longer for most humans than animals because animals are experts at feeling love. No one needs to be an expert at anything or rather everyone is an expert at love really so I believe anyone could dive with a great white shark without cages if they understand what the love of self - love of all is. In an interview Ocean said she would rather be in the sea with sharks than on the road in a car, she feels the peace more in the sea and she can predict sharks, she trusts them more. It’s endearing how gently she speaks too, if you watch an interview of her you’ll see for yourself how kind she is, she radiates kindness. Why isn’t this lady one of the greatest role model for women to ever exist? Because most women prefer kim kardashian, their frequency matches hers. You need to feel beauty to appreciate beauty and Oceans beauty is whole hearted, her frequency is something completely different, she’s less interested in makeup or clothes and more interested in making friends with dolphins or saving sharks from extinction. She’d rather have sea and sand in her hair than hairspray, she feels from her heart she’s less concerned with competing with other minds. You’ll see on her Instagram she talks about yoga and a clear mind - the greatest understanding a human being could have.

It makes me smile how crazy it is that I discover such a person by my own intuition rather than seeing her in all the places she deserves to be. It’s rare to see a human being be such a good friend to nature and she’s one of the best at it and it’s typical of our society to hardly acknowledge it and instead shine the spotlight on more of 'what matters less’. Thank you Ocean for living by your heart your name is perfect for the person you are.

❤️ The man who loved seagulls

“It is good to feel, and if feeling surrounds you, then there is nothing wrong in thinking. If thinking follows feeling – beautiful; it helps. It is like a radar. It opens the way for the feeling to move on. It protects the feeling from dangers. It helps the feeling to know what is going to happen next, to plan a little. It is good! But good only as a servant. If you love, you will have a deep affinity with existence. Trees will talk to you. Birds will start coming nearer to you. Animals will not be afraid of you – there is no need. Man creates fear because of his head. With his heart he is again one with the universe. THERE WAS A MAN LIVING BY THE SEASHORE WHO LOVED SEAGULLS. EVERY MORNING HE WENT DOWN TO THE SEA TO ROAM WITH THE SEAGULLS. MORE BIRDS CAME TO HIM THAN COULD BE COUNTED IN HUNDREDS. Thousands of seagulls gathered around him. They jumped and hopped, and they flew and they danced, and they moved with him on the shore. The man was accepted by the seagulls, because feeling is everywhere accepted. That is the language of existence: feeling. Reason is the language of humanity, not of existence – a local phenomenon, not universal. Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.

MORE BIRDS CAME TO HIM THAN COULD BE COUNTED IN HUNDREDS. He knew the language of feeling. It is love. Nobody is afraid of love, not even birds. And they can certainly feel more than you because they have no thinking apparatus, no disturbance of the mind. HIS FATHER SAID TO HIM ONE DAY: I HEAR THE SEAGULLS ALL COME ROAMING WITH YOU – BRING ME SOME TO PLAY WITH. Now an idea had entered the head. The man was no longer the same. Love was not there. The heart was not functioning that day. A desire had entered. He had a target now. He had come to the seashore now with a business. He was no more a friend to the seagulls – he was going to catch them – he was the enemy. NEXT DAY, WHEN HE WENT DOWN TO THE SEA, THE SEAGULLS DANCED OVER HIM AND WOULD NOT COME DOWN. The seagulls cannot understand what you are thinking in the mind but they can understand the vibes that you are creating around – and you are continuously creating vibes around you. You are a continuous broadcast of vibes, CONTINUOUS. Whatsoever happens in your heart, it is just as if someone has thrown a stone in a lake: ripples arise, and they go on and on and on – they will go to the very end, to the very shore, all around. A feeling arises in you; immediately a stone has been thrown in the lake of your being. An idea arises in you – ripples arise. They go all around. Those seagulls don’t know exactly what the father has said to the son, because they don’t understand the local language of man. They don’t know what has really happened, but deep down they still know that this man is not the same. Somebody else has come, a stranger, not the old friend. Now he has come with an idea. The idea is not known, but throughout his whole body he is now not in a letgo. He has some idea to DO, some plan, some desire. He is not the same relaxed man with whom seagulls could feel at home. And this is the secret of the whole of life: not only seagulls but happiness, meditation, ecstasy – they all come to you when you are in a total letgo, in a deeply friendly mood, in a loving attitude towards existence. When you are at the heart, they come. When you are persuading them, and you think that happiness is something like a right, that you have to pursue it, suddenly the seagulls of happiness are not descending. They will dance above your head but they will never come down to play with you, to move with you, to jump and hop! No, they will never become one with you. They will not descend into your being. Yes, happiness is a seagull. Meditation also is a seagull. Ecstasy is also a seagull. Existence understands only letgo. If you are in a letgo, you will attain. You will attain to whatsoever this existence can give you – and it can give you infinite blessings, infinite benediction. It can give you total satiety, contentment. You can become a buddha.”

Copyright Osho, The man who loved seagulls

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The Starship Yuuei

Chapter 3: Walking on Air

“Katsuki exploded at the Vice-Admiral!?” Uraraka blurted out with a heavy slur, waving wildly at a passing waitress and pointing at her empty shot glass “That idiot! No wonder they promoted you over him!” 

She burst out in flamboyant laughter, slamming the table and causing a clash of shot glasses.  Midoriya smiled uncomfortably, doing his best to try to counteract her ruckus and keep his full glass from tipping over and spilling onto their table. When Uraraka invited him out for drinks, Midoriya had imagined a night of nostalgia with an intimate part of his past in a cozy restaurant, not this. It must have been a sight. He spent the night, being dragged through the town, from bar to bar by an adorable, round-faced science officer, eventually ending in some of the raunchiest strip clubs in San Francisco. Midoriya had never been in such a scandalous place in his entire life. Women in all shapes, sizes, and species danced on floating platforms near the ceiling, their bioluminescent features, both natural and artificial, and  glowed under the black lights. The waitresses were all covered from head to toe in colorful paint and carrying large trays with filled with delicately balanced shot glasses. If the young captain had realized this is where Uraraka wanted to go, he wouldn’t have been sporting a Starfleet uniform which was attracting unwanted attention. Bodies were constantly brushing up against Midoriya in the packed room. Some were touching him on purpose, groping his triceps and whispering inappropriate things in his ear as they passed. He focused his attention squarely on his drink,keeping his head down and blocking out the noise. Uraraka on the other hand seemed to be having a great time, taking shot after shot like it was her last night to live. The staff seemed to like her too, slipping her free drinks and appetizers. 

“I mean, I guess? Kacchan is a higher rank than I am… and he has more experience.” Midoriya had to yell to be heard over the bone-rattling music. 

“You’re so gloomy, Deku, I thought you had gotten over that!” He appreciated the sentiment, even if it was shouted into his ear at point blank.

She was practically sitting on top of Midoriya. His face blushed a deep red color from the contact. Did she mean to be this flirtatious? His hand rested on her shoulder awkwardly, gently guiding her tipsy rocking trajectory away from his face. There was a drunk, but familiar and warming smile plastered across her face. Uraraka swayed back towards Midoriya, getting so close that the synthahol fumes singed his nostrils.

“Come dance with me!”

Midoriya was yanked on to the dance floor, nearly tripping over his own feet. He steadied himself and guided Uraraka towards the door. She called him a buzzkill. She was right, he thought. Uraraka was clearly too drunk to find a transporter booth in the city by herself, so Midoriya hailed a cab. A yellow hover car stopped in front of the pair and Midoriya shepherded Uraraka inside; she giggled as she toppled onto him in the stuffy vehicle. 

 “Where am I sending us to?” He waited for a response while smiling apologetically at the driver, who looked exhausted and annoyed. 

 They weren’t the first belligerent young couple of the night and probably wouldn’t be his last. Uraraka mumbled something incoherent and snuggled up against Midoriya’s chest. With a sigh, he gave the driver the address to his temporary housing and wrapped an arm around Uraraka. She was as soft as he remembered. They sat together in silence for about half an hour, with the low hum of the hovercar lulling them into a cozy calm. For the first time in one of the longest days of his life, Midoriya finally had the time to think and soak it all in. The assignment, Bakugo’s ego… and, whatever was happening right now; it was all so overwhelming. 

“Do you ever miss this?” a soft voice whispered through Midoriya’s involuntary flinch.

The young woman in his arms shifted and looked up at him with a kind, yet somber smile. Midoriya squeezed Uraraka’s arm gently.

“Of course I do…” He sighed, looking out the window, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can talk about this now.”

Uraraka hummed in response and wrapped her arms around Midoriya’s waist, rousing a squeak in surprise. The driver grumbled something in Telerite as he eyed the pair in his rear view mirror. Midoriya offered another apologetic smile and the driver rolled his deeply-set eyes. The vehicle hummed to a stop outside a tall apartment building. Midoriya looked up at the building in awe, from the ground he couldn’t even see the roof and the whole building shone like a beacon in the night. Starfleet had never housed him in such a nice place before. Uraraka was all dead weight as Midoriya hauled her out of the vehicle, thanking the driver repeatedly as the man dismissed them with a huff. Scooping Uraraka into his arms, Midoriya carried her bridal-style up to the apartment. The room was incredible, larger than his house had been growing up and furnished with extremely up-to-date tech and furniture. 

“Ooh~ the Captain’s suite” Uraraka said with a sing song voice, kicking her heels off her feet. 

There was a gift basket on the kitchen table filled with flowers and a bottle of Aldeberan Whiskey. Uraraka squirmed out of Midoriya’s arms and grabbed the bottle, holding it above her head like it was a trophy. She giggled something about “the party continuing” and rummaged through the cabinets while Midoriya searched for a card in the gift basket. The glass of whiskey was shoved into his hands and he couldn’t help but grimace at the smell. The stuff was crazy expensive, only meant for special occasions, but Midoriya never liked the taste of synthohol. Uraraka took an experimental sip and hummed with satisfaction before downing her entire glass like water. 

 “You must have friends in high places” She said, pouring herself another full glass.

“Yeah… I’ve been getting that a lot lately…” Midoriya muttered, setting his glass down and reaching over to take Uraraka’s drink away from her. “I think you’ve had enough for one night,… Since when do you drink so much?”

Lucky, she gave up her drink willingly and stumbled towards the bedroom, her fingers brushing against Midoriya’s arm as she passed. The look on Uraraka’s face made his heart skip a beat. Even after years of not seeing each other she had the ability to make him feel like a school boy. They had this dynamic ever since they met, Uraraka was kind and unintentionally flirtatious and she would always reduce him to a shy, babbling mess. It took almost a year of knowing each other for him to finally be able to hold a conversation with her. Twiddling his thumbs nervously, Midoriya followed Uraraka to the bedroom. The young woman flung herself on the bed, giggling playfully and patting the space next to her, signalling for Midoriya to lay down next to her. He opted to sit on the very edge of the bed as far away from the intoxicated Uraraka. 

“It’s late…” Midoriya mumbled, flinching when Uraraka grabbed his hand and made him cup her cheek. 

“You’re too nice, Deku…” she nuzzled against his hand “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind~”

“I… I just don't know if I can handle this kind of pressure. If it was just the Captain’s seat, I’m sure I would be fine, but with Kacchan… You know that we go way back, but we still can’t communicate with each other at all. Now he’s my second-in-command. How can I run a starship smoothly when I know I'm going to have to fight Kacchan about every decision I have to make. I have a week before the debrief to try to talk to him, but I doubt he’ll let me even look at him. It’s impossible to have a relationship with hi-”

“I know what you mean!” Uraraka blurted out, cutting Midoriya off mid-sentence “That man is impossible to have a relationship with. He doesn’t listen. He won't have a meaningful conversation. There was never an “us”, only him.”

“An ‘us’?” Midoriya stammered, he felt like his brain just short circuited “Did you... date Kacchan?!”

“It was a mistake” she grumbled, letting go of Midoriya’s hand and letting her head fall back onto the pillow “I saw him as a challenge. I mistook his behavior for respect; an acknowledgment of me abilities; my competence, but was like everything else, just another facet of his hangups.” “You were better than Katsuki in almost every way”.

Midoriya grimaced, not wanting to think too deeply into Uraraka’s words. He stood up with a sigh, turning to look back at the first woman he had loved as she drifted off to sleep. Midoriya got a glass of water and quietly placed it on the nightstand, taking a moment to brush some hair out of Uraraka’s face. A small chirp from Midoriya’s communicator broke the silence and his answered it as he left the room, closing the door behind him.  

“This is Midoriya”

“I only have a few seconds to talk, but I want to let you know…” a kind voice said “Young man, I am so proud of you” 

“All Might” Midoriya’s words wavered as tears collected at the corners of the corners of his eyes as a flurry of mixed emotions washed over him “Thank you for everything you've done for me but… but…”

“No buts Young Midoriya” All Might interjected “I know you have what it takes to be a great Captain you just need a chance to show everyone what you're capable of. Here’s your chance.”

“But All Mig--”

 “--I sent you a bottle of Aldeberan Whiskey for a reason. Take this week to settle your nerves. Good luck, Young Midoriya”