#i wish i was more active here but unfortunately uh

[morrigans-umbrella]

okay my sweet nevermoorian gays whom i love foxtrot mordence will be released approximately as soon as i finish all my assignments

[unproduciblesmackdown]

(genderly) chill as hell if i was only ever glimpsed / detected like this

[the-oblivious-writer]

Jealous Lover

Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

One-shot

Summary: Your eagerness for discussions regarding your favorite band leads to an argument with your girlfriend

Warning(s): Swearing, no pronouns but sam uses 'girlfriend' once, jealous!sam, drunk!tara, & mentions of puking/gagging

Notes: For all the fellow passionate music lovers out there, this one's for you. Maybe one day I'll dive into how I think punk/rock in general's played a role in Sam's life and how she's passed down her love for music to Tara

This is not how you wanted to spend your night. You were dragged out to a party you didn’t even want to go to. You would much rather spend the night with your girlfriend. Much rather. But you kind of owed your friend since you always managed to make up an excuse for these things in the past. Her own girlfriend was out of town visiting family so you were second in line to be her plus one. 

You were actually having an okay time, still missing your girlfriend, but you ended up having an interesting conversation with this guy you met while grabbing drinks for you and your friend. The conversation regarded music. You could never pass up the opportunity to go on and on about something you actively worshiped. But unfortunately, this little peace you found didn’t last when from the corner of your eye you noticed a familiar figure tumbling her way over to the couch. It was then you looked over to see your girlfriend’s little sister sitting with her friends. 

Ah, crap.

You knew for a fact she was not supposed to be here. You thought about what was in store for her when she got home before excusing yourself and walking over to her.

“Tara,” you said to get her attention. “Hey, uh—”

She looked up from the couch to you with a bright smile plastered on her face before getting up and wrapping her arms around you, momentarily catching you off guard. You almost forgot she was a clingy drunk. 

“Look it’s Y/N!” She shouted to her friends as you subtly winced from her volume.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you shortly laughed. You looked over Tara to see her friends, Mindy and Anika, wave to you in which you returned with a nod. “I'll take this from here,” you told them while helping Tara up after she tripped on her own foot. 

Mindy gave you a thumbs up while Tara started to slump in your arms. “Tara?” You looked down to see her wearing a more tired expression that matched her sluggish demeanor. Another thing you noticed in the time you knew the girl is that she had quite a bit of mood swings. 

“Let’s get you home,” you said with a comforting pat on her shoulder. 

—

Sam could not believe Tara. She specifically told Tara no to the party she was now off to retrieve her from. She just got home from her therapy too, Quinn had accidently slipped and told Sam where Tara was before going back to her room. As soon as Sam heard this, she rushed to put on the jacket she had just taken off. 

“That sneaky little shi—” Sam was reaching for her taser but stopped once she heard the locks on the door begin to turn, stopping in her tracks. Tara walked through the door, hiccupping and giggling, as you held her up.

“You Carpenters are really something when you’re drunk—oh, Sam! Hi!” You stopped walking, now looking at your girlfriend like a deer in headlights. You knew she would be home by now. You knew you would have some explaining to do. Yet you still found yourself unprepared as you saw her standing right by the doorway because she was presumably getting ready to hunt down her sister.

“I have a perfectly good explanation for this,” you said.

She furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head as she crossed her arms and looked at you. “Really? You do?” She looked so intimidating, so in control of the situation. It was so hot. But you had to focus.

“Mhm,” was the only thing you managed to muster.

“Then, please, enlighten me because it looks like my sister snuck off to a party against my wishes, yet you seem to be aware of that part. So, care to tell why you didn’t throw me in the loop?”

“Okay,” you lightly sighed. You nodded your head in the direction of the living room and Sam followed. You laid Tara on the couch before you finally spoke. “When I went there, I didn’t know she would also be there. We just ran into each other and as soon as we did I brought her here,” you calmly spoke and you could see Sam slowly start to ease at your words. 

Yet that ease only lasted so long before a drunk Tara pitched in. Sam was about to reply when she was cut off by the younger Carpenter. “And some guy was flirting with Y/N,” she said before stretching out her arms and dramatically yawning. 

Always an instigator. 

“Some guy was what?” You could hear it in Sam’s voice that any ease you brought her disapparated. If her voice didn’t give you anything, her expression certainly did; her eyebrows were scrunched as she clenched her jaw and flared her nostrils. 

“It wasn’t like that,” you quickly tried to reassure your girlfriend. “He noticed the album cover on my shirt and he said it's his favorite album. A conversation struck up but it was nothing more than two fans expressing their mutual appreciation for a band and their music.” 

“You talked about music?” Her tone was defensive as she adjusted her crossed arms, attempting a stoic stance to cover any hurt she felt upon hearing what you just revealed. 

She knew how much you valued music, what it meant to you. It isn’t like your love language, it is your love language. When you first started hanging out, instead of the typical bouquet of flowers, you made her a playlist, gifting it to her on a CD. Now she finds any excuse to listen to it 24/7, never growing sick of the intimate playlist you constructed with songs that you said made you think of her. Even on your first date with the older Carpenter, the two of you talked for hours discussing all the greats—from Kurdt Cobain to Jimi Hendrix. Sam also had a connection to music, growing up it was her escape from the outside world. So, inevitably, it played a big part in your relationship. You two met in a record store for Pete's sake. So yes, she grew a somewhat possessive once she found out you were discussing one of your all time favorite bands with a man who was supposedly flirting with you. 

“You sure that’s all he wanted to talk about? Wouldn't be the first time someone's blatantly flirted with you but you were too oblivious to notice.” She let out a dry chuckle, her voice vindictive. 

“Yes, that’s it. Music is all we talked about. What? Am I not allowed to talk to other people now?” You remarked, a little more unapologetic than you intended. Sam didn’t have a jealousy problem per se, she just had trouble drawing the line between possessive and protective. Often, those lines blurred to the point where even you had trouble telling them apart. 

Fine, maybe she did have a jealousy problem.

“Talking and flirting are two different things. Excuse me if I don’t want my girlfriend conversing with people who want more than musical insight,” Sam defended pointedly. 

“You’re saying that as if he was all over me. The point is he wasn’t.” Your patience was thinning as you were running out of reassuring words to say. 

“I’m—” Sam had begun but was once again cut off by Tara who was now gagging.

“Shit, I think I’m gonna puke!” Tara shouted as she tried to make it to the bathroom. You and Sam rushed to her aid, the both of you desperately hoping that you would get Tara to the bathroom in time. 

—

After about an hour of holding Tara’s hair back as she puked—you and Sam rotating—you and Sam finally managed to put a very pouty Tara to bed. As Sam adjusted Tara's pillow, you pulled her blanket over her and adjusted the sides. Sam kissed her forehead and you followed with a light pat on her head before the both of you said ‘goodnight’ to the now snoring girl. 

Upon hearing the soft click Tara’s bedroom door gave from gently closing it, the two of you let out exhausted sighs. You both walked to the kitchen, Sam leaning against the counter as you opened the cabinets looking for a mug.

“You want some tea?” You asked your girlfriend, already grabbing the lavender tea she stored in the drawers just below where the mugs were kept. 

You glanced over to see her nodding, giving you a nonverbal answer. You got the tea kettle out and filled it with water using the kitchen sink. You then placed it on the stove, set the heat to an appropriate temperature, and then placed the small box of lavender tea to the side for when the water is finished boiling. Another moment of silence passes before you divert your attention from the kettle to your girlfriend. 

“Sam…”  You finally spoke in a gentle voice.

“I know.” She wasn’t curt with her words but understanding. 

You lightly exhaled, making your way over next to Sam. You leaned against the counter before asking, “Are you gonna talk to me or just try to wait it out like every other time?” You weren’t demanding but genuinely asking her.

You looked at her, your faces not so far apart, you saw the reluctant and shameful look she wore. This made you slightly furrow your eyebrows as you looked at the woman. 

“I hate the thought of you with anyone else,” she answered. She looked to the ground in shame. Shame for letting her thoughts consume her like this, shame for letting it lead to an argument with you. What if you discovered just how deep her jealousy ran? You would leave her, that’s what. At least, that’s what she told herself would happen.

You lifted her chin with your free hand so she would look at you, but you saw her eyes hesitate to comply. “Look at me, Sammy,” you told her and it was enough for her to listen. “I’m yours and only yours. No one else can have me like you do. No one else,” you said with great truth. 

Sam’s heart skipped a beat at your words, melting at how your thumb softly grazed her chin. Your touch could have her crumble in mere seconds. That scares apart of her, but another part of her can't help but admire it.

“I was being ridiculous.” She shook her head, still feeling guilt for giving you a hard time for talking about something you’re passionate about.

“That’s in the past now.” You gave her a smile that’s always been enough to brighten her days. “Just know you’re the only music dork I want in my bed,” you teased.

A gorgeous smile grazed Sam’s face at this comment. “Oh, yeah? I feel the exact same way about you,” she said as you both began to lean in.

“Good, we balance each other out,” you flirted back right before you two closed the gap between you, your lips meeting halfway. Her lips were warm and soft, and you could taste her nightly cigarette on them. You tilted your head and parted your own lips to deepen the kiss and give her tongue access, but the forgotten tea kettle on the stove whistled, interrupting the kiss before it could escalate. 

You and Sam broke apart, slightly panting, as you both wore shit eating grins. “I should go set up the tea,” you said with warm cheeks.

Sam nodded with an, “Okay,” but her eyes never pulled from your back as you prepared the tea. She subtly walked up behind you, putting her hands on your hips and rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Sammy,” you lightly laughed in an excited surprise. 

“Bring the tea to my room and don’t take too long. I wanna finish where we left off,” she whispered into your ear in a husky voice. You could feel her breath against your neck due to this, your heart racing in response. 

Sam sauntered off to her room, but not without leaving a kiss just below the corner of your jaw. If you noticed her taking a subtle bite then you didn’t comment. The kiss sent shivers down your spine, and after snapping out of the daze Sam put you in, you quickly went back to the tea. You never made tea so briskly before tonight. 

Later, Sam kept on her promise. She may have left a few hickeys for the world to see but you could never prove she did it with possessive intent.

That was just for her to know.

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A/N: and if I said y/n was wearing an 'In Utero' shirt?? (ofc, imagine whatever shirt you'd like)

[elegantlyeva]

I’m begging for Rafe angst pleaseeeeeee

Should've Listened

a/n: hi bb, sorry it's a few days late. Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Rafe, Murder, Kidnapping

Word Count: 1.1K 

You’re new. Kind of. You had just moved to the Outer Banks in September, and once Rafe met you, he made sure to silence anyone who tried to bring up Peterkin. Which, albeit, wasn’t easy, but after a couple of punches and a few hundred dollar bills, he was able to keep you oblivious to most of the things he got up to in his free time. Until now.

“I told you. I—I fucking told you to stay home. But you just don’t know when to quit, huh?” he mocked, taking tantalizingly small steps towards you. Your heart must’ve been setting world records with how fast it was beating.

“Rafe…I didn’t—” you inhale a shaky breath, stepping back from him. “I didn’t see anything, Rafe.”

He let out a laugh, an evil-sounding thing. “See, I’d love to believe you,” he drawled. “But unfortunately, the scream you let out could’ve been heard down the block.” You back up a bit more until you physically can’t.

He shakes his head. “I really wish you just stayed home, sweetheart,” he says, coming up to where you’ve backed yourself against the tree, raising a hand to cup your cheek. The action makes you whimper, from fear or longing—you didn’t know.

Rafe hadn’t been around the past couple of days; he was helping some sick little old lady. He let you meet her once a few days prior, then told you that you weren’t allowed to be with her alone, and if she ever tried to contact you, you needed to tell him. Limbrey, her name was. She was nice, a little airy in your opinion, but she made really delicious cookies.

When you left your house an hour ago, it was with the intention of helping your boyfriend relax. Your bag was filled with self-care products, face ones that he’d let you put on him if you really begged. You had your pajamas in it too, assuming you’d get up to some activities later and be too tired to go home.

In hindsight, he did tell you he was busy with work tonight. But in your defense, you thought he meant paperwork or phone calls for his dad. Not whatever this was.

Yet here you were, sandwiched between Rafe and a tree, all because your too-curious eyes peeked into the back of his (open) truck.

“Who, uh, who was he?” you ask, eyes darting around, planning an escape.

Rafe, as if reading your mind, wraps a tight hand around your bicep, smirking a little when he feels your body relax under his touch (despite you not wanting it to). “You run, you become a liability,” he starts. “And, baby, I really hate loose ends.”

“I wasn’t gonna—”

“You really wanna keep lying?”

Saying nothing, you shake your head in defeat.

Rafe sighs. “Don’t worry about the guy. He was an idiot.”

Your breath hitches. “You’re the one who killed him?”

“Fuck off,” he says, rolling his eyes at your wary look. “No, I didn’t kill him.” Sighing, like explaining this all to you was an inconvenience—and perhaps it was. “He pissed off the wrong woman,” he says, looking at you pointedly.

You were dumb to think Rafe was actually interested in helping innocent old ladies. “Limbrey killed him?”

“You didn’t find it weird I told you to stay away from her?”

“No?” The confusion in your voice makes him snort.

“Course not. You just listen blindly, right? Until it actually fucking matters.” He curses. “You should’ve stayed home.”

“Why do you have the body, then?” You really wish you had just stayed home and finished watching Gossip Girl.

He was just working so much lately, and you missed him.

Rafe scoffs. “That shit was an accident. I would’ve left it with her, but I needed the rest of what’s in there.” Pointing back towards the truck, your curiosity gets the better of you once more, and you move your head to focus behind him.

Rafe tightens the grip on your arm until you can feel a bruise forming. “Watch it. I think you’ve seen enough today,” he says, starting to drag you toward Tannyhill, your panic rising.

“Rafe, please, please. I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” you beg, scrambling to get away, but his grip on you is too tight.

“Why exactly do you think I’m bringing you inside?”

The question catches you off guard. He’s going to make you say it? What a cruel thing to do.

“To kill me?”

Rafe sighs. “I’m not a murderer,” though you’re starting to believe him less and less.

“You’re not gonna kill me?” you ask, just to clarify, and the vulnerability in your voice makes him soften.

“Course not, baby.” He presses a kiss to your temple, quickly.

You relax a little. “Why, uh, why are we going inside, then?”

Rafe shakes his head. “As much as I’d love to think you really aren’t going to tell anyone about what you saw,” you try to cut him off, but he continues, “I don’t. So unfortunately for you, we’re going on a trip in the morning.”

You shake your head, breath quickening. “Rafe, what? I can't just get up and leave. I have a family. Not to mention, I’m supposed to be going out with my friends tomorrow.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you mentally facepalm. What a dumb thing to be worried about. “You can’t keep me here.”

He nods. “You’re right, I can’t keep you here. They’ll come looking. Hence the trip. C’mon, don't be dumb.”

“Trip where?”

“You’ll figure it out once we’re there. Now come on, like you said, you’ve got friends and family, so it’s time to write them a letter,” he says, shoving you past the front door.

You think you hear Sarah in another room with Rose, but you’re not sure. “You’re gonna tell them you ran away, and to not come looking for you because you want to try life on your own.”

You scoff. “They aren’t going to believe that.”

Rafe shrugs. “Well, for their sakes, you better hope they do.” The way he says it sounds like a threat.

“And if I don’t wanna come?”

He smiles sinisterly. “Oh, sweetheart. It wasn’t a choice.” 

[cowboybarzy]

what about a little utah hiking blurb with barzy for the summer series? I just know that man would hike shirtless in slutty 5in inseam shorts and would be the real view to look at the whole time👀

come along the world trip

Can I make this smutty? Please? Please? Oh well I did. I'm sorry I turned into a slut thinking about this.

word count: 1.6k warning: smut!!! 18+

📍utah, usa with mat barzal

Abs. So many abs. This man in front of you had abs for days and you weren't even ashamed to stare. You knew he enjoyed it. From where you were sitting on your big rock taking a break from your hike you could perfectly see the beautiful mountain range and your boyfriend Mat drinking some water. The sunlight hit his chiseled abs and when he squirted some water over himself, he wasn't the only one getting wet.

"You can do more than just look, you know." Mat walked closer to where you were sitting when he saw you staring. His body above you blocked the sun which made it easy to look up at him. His smirk was wide and he wiggled his eyebrows knowingly.

You were in the middle of a hike in Utah, where you were spending a few of days with your friend group. You had rented a big house in the middle of nowhere and just spent your days hanging out by the pool, going hiking or doing some other outdoor activities. Todays hike was long and unfortunately for you you were hiking with mostly professional athletes who were making this look way easier than it was. Didn't help that Mat took his shirt off pretty much right when you started walking and that his tiny shorts kept riding up exposing his thick thighs. Multiple times Mat told you he would be more comfortable if you walked in front of him, but the view of looking up at his ass definitely was worth saying no to him.

"You wish." You patted him on the shoulder as you stood up and followed your group who was done with the water break.

"Wait!" Mat caught up to. "Can't walk faster than me. How else are you supposed to check out my ass?"

He laughed as he made a show of walking faster and sticking his butt out a bit.

"Stop!" But you couldn't help but look and let your mind wander to what you would be doing later on at night in bed. "Mat!"

"Oh, come on, admit it." He turned around and grabbed your outstretched hand to pull you into him. "Admit that you're horny as fuck on this hike," he whispered harshly in your ear as you stumbled backwards.

"Seems to me you're the one that's horny as fuck." He shrugged as he tightened his arms around you and you could feel his erection rub against your lower abdomen. "Huh."

He looked around his shoulder making sure your friends were far enough away and thankfully they just turned a corner. He quickly slammed his lips on yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth for a desperately needed kiss. Who was more desperate in this moment was unclear but you kissed each other with fiery passion. His hands wandered to your ass pulling at you while your hands desperately pulled at his sweaty hair. "Mat! Not here."

"No one is here," he mumbled in between kisses. He moved you further back until your back hit a boulder. "You know you want me to fuck you right here against this rock."

Your core clenched at his words, wanting exactly what he just proposed. Your head was spinning and your entire body tingled with excitement. You never thought you'd be into public sex, you barely liked kissing him for more than a few seconds in public, but right now the idea already had you chasing a release. "Oh god," you moaned as you dug your nails into his scalp. Mat chuckled against your neck, then sucked on it.

"Tell me." He wrapped a hand around your thigh and lifted your leg to wrap around his hip to get a better angle to grind into your core. "Tell me how much you want it, baby."

"Oh, Maty." Your head fell back. "I- I wa-"

"Barzy?! (Y/n)?!" Your friends voice interrupted your moment and you froze.

"Uh- We're okay!," Mat yelled back. "(Y/n) twisted his ankle, we're just taking a break. We'll catch up."

"Good. We were already making bets on whether or not you were fucking based on the way you were eye fucking each other earlier." You both bit your lip to keep from laughing and thankfully the boulder was hiding you from the compromising position you were in.

"Nope, no fucking here."

"You need any help, (y/n)?"

"All good, thanks. Already feels better," you yelled back and pinched Mat in the bicep, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, see you later."

The moment was now ruined, so you took a few moments to collect yourself and then tried to catch up with your friends.

***

"Oh my god!," you screamed as Mat seemed to pick up his pace driving into you. You held on to his shoulders as you threw your head back against the shower wall when your body started to tingle with an orgasm fast approaching.

After you had gotten back from your hike, Mat immediately pulled you into your bedroom and in for a shower where he made up for the moment that was ruined earlier. While the shower wall wasn't exactly a boulder, him fucking you against it had the same effect. The second you were wet enough (both meanings) he hoisted you up against the wall and sat you on his thick thighs and entered you with such force, you thought you were being ripped apart. And that feeling didn't stop as he was gripping your ass and thrusting his thick cock into your tight pussy.

"Fuck, don't stop." Your lips found his neck and wandered up to his earlobe, which you bit into when he hit your g-spot. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum. Maty!"

"Do it," he grunted. "Cum for me, baby."

Your toes curled and your entire body started shaking as your orgasm washed over you. He set you back down on your feet once you stoped shaking, but he never once stopped touching you. His hands wandered up and down your body, his lips kissing you with such desperation like he was starving. Your hand snuck between you and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times earning moans and grunts from him that made you wet all over again. Thankfully, he didn't make you wait long. With a swift maneuver, he had you turned around and your hands against the wall.

The water from the rain shower head trickled down on you, a refreshing treat from the extremely hot weather just outside.

"Mathew," you whined, when he didn't immediately touch you, but that was soon remedied when his hand slapped across your ass. You gasped, feeling and reveling in the burn it left. "Again."

He complied, rubbing the area afterward and sliding his fingers through your wet folds. "You like that?" He spanked you two more times before he grabbed and turned on the detachable shower head and handed it to you. He guided it to your waiting and throbbing pussy and with your help angled and held it just above your clit. Your head dropped in pleasure and your muscles already started shaking.

"Oh, fuck yes," you moaned when he gripped your hips and slid his cock in between your folds.

"So fucking horny for me," he groaned, continuously teasing your entrance. "You were really going to let me fuck you against that boulder, huh? My girl."

"Yes. Yours." With one quick thrust he entered you, making you almost lose your balance. Your entire body tingled and waves of euphoria crashed over you with every thrust of his thick cock massaging your core. The water stream against your clit had you shaking and screaming Mat's name so fast you could barely feel the orgasm coming.

"Uh, uh, keep it there," Mat demanded as the shower head started to slip out of your hand and off your clit. The sensation was too much to handle.

"I can't," you answered breathlessly when your orgasm subsided. "Too much."

His hand snuck around your body and grabbed you lightly by your throat pulling you back to meet his chest. "You can handle it, right? You love my cock in this tight pussy of yours, eh?"

All you good do was nod as he whispered into your ear and continued to pump into you. "Good girl. And you're gonna take my cum so well, eh?"

"Yes! I want it." His other hand came to your sore clit that was hurting as he rubbed it quickly to coax a third orgasm out of you. "Oh, god, Maty, I can't-"

Your pussy tightened around him as his swelling cock getting ready for his release. Your hand found the back of his head, pulling at his wet hair. "Fuck, baby. I can't get enough of you."

His hips sped up, sliding impossibly deeper into you as you arched your back for him to do so. And that was what it took for your body to start convulsing in his arms again. Mat's grip around your hip tightened and with a few more hard thrusts he emptied himself inside you with loud grunts. He thrust in, stayed, and then pumped you full of his cum until you felt it began to leak out, getting washed away by the water. He kept releasing while that rush took a hold of your body, miking his cock until you both fell back against the shower wall spent and tired. After catching your breath, Mat pulled you in for a long and tender kiss. "I love you so fucking much."

[sunandflame]

Flame and Water, Chapter 5

Summary: Kyojuro finally caught you for a talk, which you have been avoiding for so long and it takes a different direction as you thought.

Ship & Trope: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader (Water Pillars Tsuguko) / Slowburn

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1939 Words

Masterlist of Flame and Water

"There is another of you?!" You immediately slapped your mouth to shut yourself up. How embarrassing and rude was that just now?

But Rengoku didn't seem to dislike it. His frown turned into a boisterous laugh. "Yes, actually, we rengokus all look pretty much the same. Same hair and same eyes. We're actually very proud of our looks, even if it can annoy some others."

Your ears started to burn. He probably meant your behaviour. He wasn't entirely wrong, but it was not that you found him ugly or anything. When you took a closer look, you were almost convinced of the opposite, you thought shyly. No, hey was just unfortunate that he activated a certain trigger in you that you had absolutely no control over. And everything about him just reminded you of flames. His haori, kyahan and even his hair was a symbol of your greatest fear. Even now, when you thought about the fire, your chest felt clammy. It was actually so dumb. "I..." Again, the right words were missing and you were becoming increasingly embarrassed, but you didn't want him to think you were being shallow. Because you definitely weren't, since who were you to judge other people's looks when you were disfigured and ugly yourself?

"Looks aren't everything! Don't sweat it, beside you can use it to your advantage to be different!" He simply bridged the silence and you were secretly very grateful for that. You looked up at his profile, where his smile seemed never to cease and it surprised you honestly. How could he be so positive about everything? You kind of wished you had his positive attitude. It was warm and optimistic. You were the opposite. Cool, silent and the glass always half empty.

This was an inner unrest that still troubled you and you needed to get up which you did. But you realized that your legs were still a bit shaky. Rengoku immediately got up to support you in case, but you quickly got the hang of it and didn't need his help.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest a little longer?" His face turned serious.

"Yes, but..." You definitely needed rest, but all the more you needed the water around you. "I just want to go to the river. The water always relaxes me."

"Then I'll accompany you!"

"Oh, uh, you don't have to. You've already done enough." You already owed him so much. How were you ever going to pay him back? And you knew it wasn't about money, it was about favors and you were really bad giving favors back.

"Yes, I don't want to leave you alone right now. You still seem unsteady on your feet. Not that you'll fall into the river and drown there."

You looked at him in silence and then nodded before slowly walking away. You had to smile inwardly at his words. Drowning would probably be the last thing that would happen because you grew up in a fishing village and have always been surrounded by a lot of water. You were a pretty good swimmer.

"My sweet little koi fish..."

Words from a long-forgotten memory. You suppressed them and moved along. As the previous information you had get from Rengoku. So, the flame man from your memory wasn't him, but his father... That made more sense, of course, because the man who just walked a few steps behind you and watched you with eagle eyes just in case you fall over so he could catch you was about your own age.

You wanted to follow the train of thoughts further, but you heard the surprised sound from Rengoku when he saw where you brought him. A beautiful stream stretched out in front of you. The water just rippled gently and it immediately gave you inner peace.

"How do you know this place? I've never been here in my life."

You glanced over at him, but just shrugged and sat down on the ground that was closest to the water. Your hand slipped into the cool water and you refreshed yourself by putting your cool, wet hand on your neck and sighing comfortably as you visibly started to relax.

Rengoku watched you and was fascinated by your changeability. For days you had been afraid of him, always on the run. Then something must have happened and an unbridled anger came out of you like a roaring tsunami only to fall back into fear and terror afterwards. And now at the sight of the water you were like a different person. You were noticeably more relaxed and seemed more content, happier, even if there wasn't a smile on your face.

Rengoku decided to sit next to you. "It's really beautiful here."

"Yes, it is."

"How do you know this place?" He repeated his question from earlier.

"I don't, this is my first time here."

"But you seemed to know exactly where to go though."

You shrugged again. "I just know where to find water." Your gaze shifted from the water to the blond man who was looking at you with a big question mark in his face. "Sorry, that must sound really weird. I grew up in a fishing village and I could always hear and feel where the water and the rivers were."

Rengoku listened to you, soaked up every single word you said. It was the first time that he had heard you talk more than one sentence and then you were also talking about your past. And your voice, it was so clear and pleasant like the water in the stream. He would have liked to ask you more about your past, but he was worried that you would close up again immediately, so he didn't ask.

"You seem very attached to the water."

"Yes, I do..." Your eyes were on the water again and only a faint of a smile creeped at the corner of your lips. It was very short, but Rengoku saw it and thought it suited you very well. Your fingertips danced in the water and he wondered why you didn't roll up your sleeves to keep your uniform from getting wet. "The water, it calms me."

"But L/N you are always calm"

No, you were actually not. There was sometimes a tsunami going on inside your head and you were every time afraid to let it out, so you had built a wall around it, but does he had to know? No. "Yes... It must seem that way."

You spoke in riddles and Rengoku cocked his head. Before he could reply, a crow suddenly flew by. She sat on your shoulder and nuzzled your cheek like a cat. It was Shimizu, your Kasugai crow. A very young female who loves to be cuddled and who has grown very fond of you, and you too loved her more than anything. She was the only creature that you allow to accompany you while going swimming. A few seconds later, Kaname, Rengokus crow, flew up and perched on his shoulder.

"Your Kasugai crow seems to like you a lot!" As usual, Rengoku's voice was booming, but you no longer flinched. It seemed like you slowly got used to it in those few hours.

"Yes, that's Shimizu, she's my best friend." A slight caw came from her before she snuggled up to you. "But it seems your crow likes you a lot too."

Rengoku had not even registered that he had raised his hand to gently stroke his crow's chest feathers. "That's Kaname" The named crow bowed slightly, bringing a smile to your lips. Immediately you bowed to pay him the same respects as well. You were positively surprised by his love for animals and you became increasingly relaxed in his presence.

You sat there for a few minutes, both in silence as you listened to the lapping of the water until you broke the silence.

"Tomioka-sama revoked me as his Tsugoku" Your eyes were still directed toward the water while your fingers danced around in them. You didn't look up, but he could hear the slightly bitter and sad tone in your voice. "That was one of the reasons I got so angry. Please forgive Rengoku-sama"

Now he understood it a little better. And he had rubbed salt in the wound with his comments. "Why did he do that? I can't imagine Tomioka doing that without a reason!" He really couldn't. The Water Hashira may have been a taciturn one and not well liked by the other Hashiras, but Rengoku always felt the good intention in him and his instincts usually never failed him.

You blushed again and stood up abruptly. Shimizu was startled by your movement and complained with a croak and flew over your head. Rengoku imitated you and wanted to follow you. "It... It's because of you..."

"Because of me?"

"Yes..."

"I'm sorry about that Y/N, but you need to elaborate a bit more." He looked at you again with his trademark smile, his eyes like an owl's.

You were silent again for a few seconds before moving again. He after you. He was really persistent, you thought to yourself and he will probably continue to follow you. You stopped again and he was close behind you. "It's..." You searched for the right words. "I was very unfocused in the last training sessions and he wasn't very happy with that."

"But what does that have to do with me?" He looked at you questioningly before realizing what you were getting at. "Oh, so you were distracted because of me?"

You felt the heat creep into your cheeks. "Tomioka-sama said I should clarify the..." You left that part empty. "...clarify it with you, until then he wouldn't train me."

"I see. I could talk to him that, but he left on a mission today and won't be there for a few days."

You looked at him in surprise. He was on a mission without you? That unexpected hurt you. Normally you always traveled together. Rengoku saw your disappointed face. "We can train together if you want! You can be my Tsuguko!" His face was beaming with a smile again.

You looked at him in surprise. That was out of the question for you at all. Yes, you were more relaxed next to him now. Fear wasn't gripping you anymore, but you had already reached your limit. "Rengoku-sama I am using water breathing and you are the Flame Pillar. Fire and Water don't go well together"

"Oh, you are right! But we still can train together! You know your exercises! We'll just keep each other company and just eat something together afterwards!" Why was he so extreme positive? But before you could refuse again, the two Kasugai crows who were nearby spoke up as they flew circles over your heads.

"CAWW! L/N! GO NORTH AND HELP THE MIZUNOTO'S THERE!"

"Does that apply to both of us?" Rengoku asked curiously. This time Kaname answered "CAWW! NO! YOU SHALL GO SOUTH! THERE IS A DEMON IN THE MOUNTAINS!"

Your eyes met and you both knew it was time to do your duty as Demon Slayers. "I promise I'll talk to Tomioka and sort this out, you don't have to worry about it." He made a confident face and smiled.

"Thanks, but you really don't have to." You felt how something heavy weighed you down. Another favor you owed him. That was not good.

"But I see it as my duty! Y/N take care, but I'm confident you'll finish off that Demon there quickly. You are strong!"

You nodded before you turned around and headed north.

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My inbox is open for discussions as I am really curious what you all think about Y/N and this chapter, since we see the first time a conversation between them. Also what will happen when the flame man topic appears again?? Good or bad I don't mind as I can handle criticism very well (anon is active so go ham!). As many of you think, this trope is a slow burn and they both are actually not in love (yet). But things can change very quickly ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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[pseudowho]

Haitch,

After a week long thought process, I decided that I needed some elder sister advice or, I dare say some comfort. I'm about to be wedded to a man, I only know the name of, in less than two weeks (sounds like something out of wattpad, I know, I know. Spoiler: he's not any sort of Mafia boss). My parents have been pressuring me to settle down for four years now but I—as unfortunate as ever—never succeed in introducing any man to them. So, they decided to take matters in their own hands and found as they'd like to say the finest man for me. I'm not given the option to refuse cuz my father has a severe heart disease and says, his last wish is to watch me settle down. Though, because of some really personal family issues, we had to cut out the meeting before marriage part which is somehow really normal in my culture.

The problem is, I'm not sure if I want to gamble my life like this.

The said man, through his gestures, seems to be a gentleman. He's been sending me flowers as well as writing me letters as the elders refused to let us atleast exchange numbers, saying it'd be a bad omen (I know it's annoying but I want my share of property so...yeah). His letters by far, are really...uh, what do I say....nice? I don't know but he seems to be a good man. But then again, I can't judge him on the basis of some letters and flowers, can I?

So, here am I, asking the great relationship adviser, Mrs. Haitch, for an elder sister advice. What should I do? Trust the process or be a run away bride? I mean, I have a stable job and a plenty of savings, so the latter is always an option.

Love,

A potential run away bride.

Hello,

First of all, I'm pleased that you Inboxed me. I wish I could bring you to ours, and cosy you up safe in our spare bedroom.

Secondly, I raise these points:

You have one life. You will die, after a relatively short time on this planet. You deserve joy. You uniquely, unequivocally, undoubtedly and unreservedly deserve joy, and most explicitly, to find that joy yourself.

You owe your father nothing because he is going to die. I'm going to say it louder: your father is not entitled to your marriage to a stranger because he has heart disease and is going to die. Again, but differently: you are being blackmailed into marriage because of your father's impending death, because you are told that you owe it to him to make him happy. Again, and again, and again: your father is more concerned about you marrying a stranger for him, than he is for you.

There is nothing shameful about being unmarried

You are not letting anyone down or shaming anyone by refusing.

Nobody in this scenario but you had your best interest at heart. They will try to convince you that you do, because of the toxic expectations of women forced onto you because of your deeply, deeply flawed and anti-women culture; but they don't. There's better for you out there. They believe the worst thing that will happen to you is being unmarried.

Arranged marriage has a very very high domestic abuse rate. And this is from the things reported by women in them. This isn't even the women who are hiding it, of which there will be a very high percentage; this is women who are actively admitting to it.

Being unmarried is not the curse or shame that your family and your culture suggest it is. Your family's culture is anti-women, violent and antiquated.

Please, for the love of anything good in this world, run away. Run fast and run far. Ensure that you also make moves to protect yourself from honour-related violence.

If you need any more convincing, know that I have abject proof of, or have actively suspected abuse, in at least 80% of the women in arranged marriages that I have cared for having babies.

If your family rejects or shuns you for this, they never ever ever had your best interests at heart.

God I fucking wish I could be there.

Be brave. Every single red flag has been sewn together here, and if you lay down in it, you'd look like the female blood sacrifice that your family are making you into.

You would marry this man. You would have to open your body and legs to this man that you don't know, because it would be seen as your duty. You would have to have children, that you would love, with a man that you know nothing about, and that would tie you to this man even tighter.

Flowers and nice letters mean absolutely fucking nothing. Nothing. Zero.

If you have ever read any works on love and seen it as what you want, know that you can still have it. This is almost undoubtedly not it.

Please please please please run away.

All my love,

-- Haitch xxx

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter Ten I Here We Go Again

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: None?? That I can think of?

A/N: Enjoy

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Have you ever smelt miles and miles of poop surrounding you? I hadn’t either until Ted’s big plan to get the guys spirits up. But now that smell was stuck in my nose. Even if it was just poopeh.

I stood on the pitch, one foot on the ball. It was the beginning of a new season. A new start. Which I was thankful for. The past few months since the end of the last season, and the excitement of the promotion, had been an emotional whirlwind and I was excited to finally have something to focus on. AFC Richmond had a chip on its shoulder the size of a boulder going into the season and all eyes were on us. Unfortunately, most of the odds were stacked against you even Paddington Bear had the odds against you.

But things were different this time around. Richmond was stronger, more put together than ever. This team was on the brink of being the greatest, all they needed was the right push. What that push was going to be, I couldn’t say.

I took a step back and punted the ball down the field watching it as it fell, down, down before bouncing once then into the goal.

By the time I made it back into the building, the halls were bustling with life. Various greyhounds coming into the locker room, various staff walking in and out of rooms, all the signs of an active football club. I made my way up to Rebecca’s office to meet Keely. Since she was becoming a big CEO and all, she wouldn’t be at the club as much.

She left Rebecca’s office with Ted and Higgins following closely behind.

            “(Y/N) (L/N)!” Ted greeted. “What are you doing here?”

            “She’s here to see me, of course!” Keely told him, coming over to loop her arm with mine.

Ted put his hand over his heart in feigned offense. “And here I was thinking she was here for me.”

            “Sorry, Ted,” I said, leaning against Keely. “I’ll be sure to set up our morning chat later.”

As Keely and I headed down the stairs, we chatted about the off season and Keely’s exciting new job. We reached the bottom of the stairs where we were met by Isaac leaving the locker room. He asked her for a shoe deal. Not a brand deal. Just shoes. I glanced over and saw Jamie walking down the hallway with Bumbercatch and Colin. We made eye contact for a moment before I tore my eyes away from him to look over at Colin.

            “Hey, Colin.” I approached him instead. “How’s it going?”

            “Hey, (Y/N).” He smiled at me. “Bumber and me were just talking about going to see some music this weekend, do you want to come?”

I glanced over at Jamie again who was now talking to Keely. “Oh, I wish. I actually have plans.”

            “Oh, too bad. But next time year?”

            “Definitely!”

Finally, Keely and I were done dealing with the hordes of footballers and we could finally chat. That was until Roy approached us. I knew enough about their situation to back off for a moment, give them a second to chat. I felt Jamie’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head, but I refused to look. I couldn’t look. I didn’t trust myself to look. So, I just waited, staring at literally nothing.

Finally, Keely was done and walking down the hallway. I rushed after her, not acknowledging the boys behind me.

            “Keely! Wait!” I called rushing after her. “What was that? With Roy?”

            “Oh, that? We… we uh… broke up!” She said it like it was nothing. Like she hadn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell of my life.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. “What?”

            “We haven’t really told people, but yeah…” She shrugged then looked at her watch. “Look at that! I have to go.”

            “Keely! You can’t just-“

            “Gotta go, Barb’s waiting for me.”

            “Keely we’re gonna talk about this!”

            “Later!”

And she was off, leaving the club. I shook my head in disbelief. I turned around just intime to see Jamie leaving the boot room with Roy. We made eye contact. I started backing away slowly, and Jamie started walking towards me. Step by step I backed up until I hit a wall and Jamie was standing right in front of me.

            “(Y/N).”

            “Jamie.”

Then he was kissing me. I gasped in surprise but kissed him back for a moment before pushing him off of me.

            “Jamie, not here.”

He pouted at me as I pushed past him. “No one’s around, I checked.”

            “You did not check, you said my name then you were kissing me,” I pointed out peaking around the corner before turning back to face him.

            “I know, I know, just…” He leaned against the wall next to me. “How long do we have to keep it a secret?”

Deciding to stay private for a while was my idea. If it were up to him, he’d be on me all hours of the day and while that idea sounded really nice, I needed time to have him to myself. Just us.

            “Just until… the season gets started,” I decided on saying. “People aren’t nice to me in the press and I don’t want to give them another reason to hate me.” Jamie pouted, grumbling something about not caring what people say. I turned to face him, bringing my hands up to rub up over his shoulders. “Look, for now we’re theirs but when we get home, we’re ours. It’s better this way.”

Though I didn’t sound too convinced myself. It broke my heart to keep Jamie a secret, and I know it was hurting him as well. But my worst fear was going public and hearing all the reasons we shouldn’t be together. He deserved better than me, or I was the reasons we weren’t playing well. Whatever they could find to tear us apart.

            “Ours, I like the sound of that, love,” He crooned, smirking at me.

            “Yeah… ours,” I echoed him, matching his smile. I saw him start to lean down to kiss me but panic shot through me so instead, I stepped back and started down the hallway to the locker room. I heard him stumble behind me and let out a curse, but I continued forward.

The locker room was a mess. The boys were up in arms about the Roy and Keely break up, something to do with signing Zava, and Trent Crimm for some reason? Jamie wasn’t far behind me but I tried not to notice him as he came in and stood to the side.

            “Why would Zava write a book about Trent Crimm?” Zoreaux shouted in confusion. I walked into the room looking around at the chaos.

            “Hold on a second!” Ted silenced the room. “If y’all didn’t know about Zava, which may or may not happen…”

            “We’re getting Zava?” I muttered to Beard.

            “Possibly,” He replied.

            “And y’all didn’t know about Trent Crimm, which is happening…” Ted continued.

            “Trent Crimm is writing a book about us?” I asked again.

            “Definitely,” Beard confirmed.

            “Then what were you so worked up about?” Ted finally finished.

The boys looked at each other, none of them wanting to admit what the issue was. Finally, Sam stepped up.

            “Roy and Keely broke up.”

Beard yelped, making me jump. Then Ted fainted.

It seemed the whole league was up in arms trying to get Zava to join them. It was all the boys could talk about as well. Especially Dani. Dani had a weird thing going to be honest. Zava certainly was an amazing player. I’d seen him on the field. He reminded me of Jamie a few years ago. Except he was about 10 years older with a wife and children.

The other weird thing was Roy’s vendetta against Trent Crimm. He’d outright banned all the lads from talking to him about anything. It was weird and personal in a way I’d never seen Roy act before.

            “(Y/N) (L/N), first female coach in the league…” Trent started, coming up to me.

            “Nope.” I shut him down. Even if I wanted to talk to him, starting the conversation about my place as a woman in a male dominated field was not going to be the way to do it. I walked straight past him into the coaches office.

Roy was smiling at me as I did. “Nicely done, (L/N).”

            “I didn’t do it for you, dickhead,” I grumbled, though I was smiling while I said it. I was smiling more than I used to now. Things were going well! The club was promoted, I was with Jamie, and things were finally looking up. So, why on earth did I feel off.

            “Jamie! I’m home!” I called into the house as I walked in, juggling a bag of groceries on my hip.  There was silence in the house, though. Maybe, he wasn’t here. We hadn’t officially moved in yet, so it wasn’t like we were always together. But usually, after a long day of pretending we weren’t together, he liked to be with me. Then I heard the sound of the TV on. “Jamie?”

I walked into the house and placed my bag of groceries down on the counter. From the kitchen I could see into the living room where Jamie was watching a football game. He was leaning forward, completely engrossed in the events of the game. It was cute to watch him to enamored with the game he loved so much. I came around the back of the couch and placed my hands on Jamie’s shoulders, prompting him to lean back.

            “Hey, babe,” I greeted, kissing the top of his head. He hummed in response, his eyes still not leaving the screen.  “What game are you watching?” It took me a second to realize he was watching me. That it was my kit on the screen. An old imperial game where I was commanding the field. I stood back, letting my hands fall to my sides. “Jamie… what is this?’”

            “It’s you, ain’t it?” He pointed at the screen. “I love this part, watch” I watched as I did a backwards kick to a teammate, sending the ball back to the middle of the field before it was sent back to me on the outside. From there I sent the back flying in a beautiful arch into the goal. “Fuckin’ brilliant it is.”

I watched myself celebrate on the screen, my teammates swarming me and cheering my name. It made my smile remembering those times. But I tore myself away from it before I could get too sucked into the nostalgia of actually playing football.

            “I’m gonna make dinner,” I said, turning back into the kitchen.

Jamie hopped up off the couch and followed me. “Why’d you stop?”

            “Hm?”

            “Why’d you stop playing football?”

I started to unpack the groceries I got thinking on the question. Why had I stopped? I stopped because the second I was out of uni, no one cared about me anymore. I stopped because my mum told me that it was time to get serious, that football wasn’t a career for women. I stopped because everything in the world was against me when I graduated.

            “Uh, it just didn’t work out for me, I guess,” I replied, absentmindedly.

            “I find that hard to believe,” Jamie returned, coming over to help me put stuff into the refrigerator. “You were top of the league when you graduated. Surely you had offers.”

            “It just didn’t work out, alright, Jamie?” I said, shortly, ending the conversation. “Now can you grab me the butter out of the fridge.” Jamie pursed his lips at me, clearly knowing there was more to the story than what I was letting on. But he grabbed a stick of butter and tossed it over to me. “Besides, I like coaching now. I’m good at it.”

That made Jamie smile. “Right on that one, babe.”

I sighed, happy that I was able to get Jamie off the subject of my departure from the game. Of course, I wanted to play football when I got out of college. But there were some words that cut too deep to ignore.

Luckily, we had the upcoming Chelsea game to discuss. Richmond was the talk of the town. Well, right next to Zava, we were. Everyone was watching as we either sunk or swam in the Premiere league on our first attempt back.

The stadium was buzzing as Roy, and I entered the field. At first, the buzzing was geared towards Roy. The chant of ‘he’s here, he’s there, he’s every-fucking-where, Roy Kent” filled the air. I could tell he was trying not to let it get to him, but he was touched for sure. But that chant was soon overtaken with cants of ‘Zava’! I turned and saw the prick in the stands. It made sense, Zava was all but signed to Chelsea according to Higgins’s various rumors.

But then the game was off. I watched as the boys tried to get something going but after several failed attempts, including one off Dani’s face, we ended the first half 1-nil with Chelsea on the board. Chelsea was playing offensively. Waiting for our guys to pass so they could intercept and take back possession. All they needed to do was hold onto the ball as long as possible.

            “Hey, fellas. Listen up,” Ted began, starting our half time meeting. “We get one goal we’re right back in this thing, yeah? But right now, we are being so unoffensive, we might as well be a Hallmark Christmas movie, you know what I’m saying.”

No, no we did not. But he continued nonetheless.

            “I mean, Coach, how many shots on goal we have that half?”

            “Just one,” I answered.

            “And that one was pretty much a mistake. Am I correct, Dani?”

            “Yes, it bounced off my face. But my face almost scored!” He returned enthusiastically.

The boys chattered amongst themselves, trying to figure out exactly what they were doing wrong. I dared a glance over at Jamie. We’d mastered the art of eye conversations. We usually were able to communicate our thoughts without saying anything. Sneaking around will do that for you. He had a thought, I could tell. If he was on the same page as me, I wanted him to share. He nodded at me.

            “Just an idea,” Jamie offered starting to stand.

            “What you got?” Ted called on him.

            “Right, so every time they’re going past the halfway line, they’re just...”

Then Trent entered the room, and everyone fell silent. I wanted to rip my hair out of my skull. They were giving up valuable strategy time all because of some stupid grudge Roy had on Trent. I looked at Ted, begging him to do something. Luckily, he seemed to understand my plea.

First Ted went with Roy just a few feet away into the showers. Then Ted emerged and Roy barked for Trent. Whatever happened in that room I don’t want to know but when they came out again, Roy allowed us to discuss around Trent. Unfortunately, we didn’t have much time, so I urged Jamie to finish his thought.

            “Listen!” Jamie shouted out over the noise. “What I’m saying is, every time we go past halfway, they’re just blocking up the passing lanes, you get that? So just kept dribbling until they stop you.”

That’s my boy. He saw exactly what I had seen. The boys seemed to have more energy going into the second half and it showed when Sam scored a goal off Dani’s face. And that was it, we finished the game in a tie against Chelsea.

As unorthodox as it was, I was excited. Excited because I could feel the electricity of things working on the field. Of the boys understanding each other and communicating. This was the game I loved. For a moment, just a single moment, I wished it was me on the field.

As we exited the field, I caught Trent standing to the side as we filed into the locker room.

            “Trent,” I called over, to him.

            “Coach (L/N),” He noted, standing up straight as I walked over to him. “To what do I owe the honor.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Look, if there’s one thing, I want you to understand about me is that I am not some female superstar here to save my gender in the league.” He cocked his head at me, removing his glasses to better look at me. “I’m here because I love football. Just like everyone else on this team.”

He nodded at me, understanding. “I hear you. I understand you were quite the player in university. What made you stop playing.”

Oh, so now everyone was wondering about my past huh. Well, this wasn’t about to become some melodrama about why I didn’t play football anymore. I was here to do one thing and one thing only, coach football.

            “Nope!” I popped the ‘p’ at the end and sent him a wink. And with that I turned around and headed back into the locker room.

            “Goodnight, Coach (L/N)!” I heard Trent countered as I walked away. This season was certainly turning out to be an interesting one. But then again, when wasn’t it always.

I was looking forward to the celebration that was in store in the locker room but what I was met with was the awe shocked group watching a video on their phones. A video of Zava deciding to come to Richmond.

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[theamityelf]

Oh God, I need more zombie au interactions. The whole thing is just too morbidly precious. Like...Nagito coming back from a scavenging hunt to surprise Chiaki with a new game cartridge. Or Gundham trying to recall magical seals to protect their luckster. Or Mahiru implying through facial expressions and grunts that she'd like him to open up about his life before Hope's Peak. Meanwhile Makoto is like Class 78's teddy, and they take turns nuzzling up to him each night.

You're so valid for that, and thank you! (Okay, I'm going to try to do a series of little snippets/vignettes here, but I've failed at this in the past by getting too into a particular scene, so wish me luck)

...

It was really cozy at first, but now Makoto kind of needs to get up, and the arms around him are more stubborn than usual.

"Come on, guys," he tries to insist. "If I don't get up now, I won't have time to catch enough food for all of you."

A head pointedly nuzzles the injury that Mukuro had to wrap for him yesterday. It wasn't that bad; they're just overprotective.

"I know," he soothes. "But it's not going to happen again. I was just clumsy. I'll be fine."

He notices that Sakura is standing at the door, making sure no one takes his state of incapacitation as an opportunity to sneak out. But when the door opens behind her, she moves aside to let Taka back in. He's followed closely by...

Oh. This is a little embarrassing.

"Hi," Makoto says to the upperclassman.

Nagito looks slightly rattled when he first walks in, but he relaxes considerably at the sight of Makoto's...encumbered state. "Oh, good. I was a little worried when Ishimaru knocked on my door alone."

"I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be making a food run soon, but these guys are still upset that I, uh...tripped, yesterday." He does a bad job covering it, but he's actually not entirely sure what happened. He was just walking through the grounds when suddenly some kind of rope trap activated and might well have held him fast, if he hadn't managed to trip at exactly the right time and land on some key mechanism with his arm. As it stands, his bleeding arm and a small amount of rope burn around his ankles is all he has to show for it.

Nagito laughs lightly. "They're worried about you. You should take it as a compliment."

"I know. I do. It's just...well, they still need to eat, and they won't let me get up."

"I can bring them something. Unfortunately, it might be human; Akane broke out again recently."

Makoto's brow furrows in sympathy, both for the poor reserve course student and for Nagito. "You're having a hard time with Akane."

"She's an Ultimate-level athlete," he says, with perhaps too casual a shrug. "There's not much I can do to stop her. Do you need anything?" He walks closer to Makoto– on the Mondo side rather than the Byakuya side, which is a wise call. Chihiro, spread over-top of Makoto like a blanket, is watching him but doesn't look apprehensive.

"Water, maybe?"

He smiles. "Coming right up."

...

Most of the 77th class descended right away on the new catch that Nagito dragged in (even the Imposter leaving his fort to join them), but Chiaki and Kazuichi were more interested in the bag Nagito was carrying. The three of them went to sit in their usual spot on the floor, and Nagito went through the bag's contents one by one.

"Let's see...He had his wallet on him; Akane will like that. He had his phone-"

Chiaki perked up at once, enticed by the prospect of new mobile games.

Nagito laughed fondly. "It's yours, of course, Chiaki, but we'll have to take it to Fujisaki first to get past the passcode. And while it seems to be fully charged, he didn't have a charger on him, so we're out of luck in that regard."

Kazuichi made a small grunting sound.

"Yes, you can have it when it dies, if we haven't found a charging cord for it by then."

A happy sigh.

Nagito turned back to the bag. "He had...Huh. He had raw onions. The last one had some, too. I wonder if they think these repel the undead. Ah well. Maybe Teruteru will want to do something with them. Some school supplies...Oh! A pen with Hope's Peak's crest on it. Makoto will like this." He smiled at the thought. "And Ishimaru or Togami might enjoy the books. I shouldn't bring it all by at once, though; that might make him suspicious. Just the pen and the phone, today."

Kazuichi nudged the bag impatiently.

"Right. What else...A flashlight. Yes, you can have that. A pack of trading cards? Oh, Pokémon! I wonder...Ah, yes, he has the games, too." Nagito freed a GameBoy Advanced and a zipper pouch of four Pokémon games, which Chiaki eagerly took and held like they were treasures.

Kazuichi tugged insistently on Nagito's pant leg.

"Huh? That's everything in the bag."

Kazuichi made an agitated noise.

"Oh, you want the GameBoy. Well, the cartridges are compatible with Chiaki's DS. What do you think, Chiaki? Will you let him have the GameBoy?"

She let the GameBoy fall onto Kazuichi's lap, gently bit Nagito's hand in thanks, and crawled off to Sonia's fort with her treasures.

...

"You're getting good at that," Nagito observed.

He could have been speaking to Makoto or Hiyoko. Makoto, who was getting noticeably better at cutting Taka's hair, or Hiyoko, who was close to mastering the small-scale dexterity required to finger-flick Nagito in the temple over and over. (The undead weren't good at precise hand movements, relative to their former selves.)

Makoto, of course, was the one to say "Thank you." Holding down Taka's ear to better trim at the hairs nearest it, he added, "I know the faculty is keeping a tight lid on who can see any of this, but I still feel like I should try to make him look the way he'd want to be seen. The first few times he asked me to do this, I felt guilty for how it ended up."

"You gave it your best. And I suspect he's more preoccupied by the feeling of his hair being too long than the prospect of it being cut unevenly."

Mahiru clicked her tongue and grunted mildly.

"Sorry. I'll keep still, now." Nagito was seated in a chair next to Taka. When Taka had shambled up to Makoto with a pair of scissors in hand, Mahiru had taken it as an opportunity to sit Nagito down, as well, to have a go at his tangles.

Most of the rest of their classmates were watching a movie; Makoto had found a DVD in one of the teachers' desks. It wasn't everyone's genre, but being mesmerized by bright colors on a screen was enough to draw most of them. Chiaki and Akane had fallen asleep already. Sayaka was humming along to the background music, and Hifumi was drawing on the walls.

"Done," Makoto sighed, blowing away the excess hair. "Do you like it?"

Taka patted his head and made a grateful sound.

"That's great! Now you can go watch the movie with the others, right?"

Of course, he couldn't get out of it that easy. Taka got out of the chair and was soon ushering him into it, taking the scissors from his hand.

"Good luck," Nagito whispered, and Makoto sat very still.

Taka was careful. As careful as he could be. He only nicked Makoto's ears and forehead a little– which was, in his defense, the worst he'd ever done. It wasn't his fault that it was inherently terrifying to have him wielding scissors around someone's head, and it wasn't his fault that he felt a need to return the favor every time Makoto gave him a haircut.

Taka patted Makoto's head when he was done, and the tension in Makoto's shoulders finally relaxed.

"Thanks, Taka."

Taka made a noise which was loud and the right amount of syllables to be "You're welcome," and then he went to responsibly put away the scissors and then sat with Mondo to watch the movie. Mondo handed Taka an arm that he had already eaten half of the meat from, and Taka ate gladly.

A human arm.

Makoto didn't know what to do with his unease over how often the 77th class seemed to be eating human. How casually Nagito brought it to share with them. Of course, if it would otherwise just be going to waste, then there was no point refusing, but it just...He just didn't like it. His heart beat uneasily whenever he thought about it.

When Hope's Peak finally found a cure, how was everybody going to feel about having eaten raw human? Poor Akane...

"Makoto?" Nagito said.

Makoto smiled a little, despite himself. Nagito had been calling him "Makoto" lately, instead of "Naegi". They'd been spending a lot of time together. Combining their classes more and more often. He loved his classmates, but...it was just nice not to be alone in this.

"When Mahiru is done with my hair, do you want to watch the movie, too?"

Why did that question make him blush?

A drop of blood rolled down the middle of his face.

"Oh. Maybe after we've done something about those cuts," Nagito said lightly.

Mikan, who had started crawling over at the smell of blood, sprang suddenly to her feet. "H-Hurt!" she accused, with a big smile on her face. "Hurt!"

"Uh-oh," Nagito sighed. "Do you mind letting her...?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Makoto said.

"Go ahead, Mikan."

In a startling demonstration of the inhuman speeds the undead occasionally exhibited, suddenly Mikan was behind Makoto's chair and winding a bandage around his head, tightly enough to hurt more than the injuries themselves.

"O-Ow," Makoto said thoughtlessly, and then regretted it when Sakura looked over with immediate concern. "Don't worry; enjoy the movie," he quelled.

"You can tell her to stop whenever you want," Nagito added, with a rueful smile in Mikan's direction. "She has plenty of people to play with."

For some reason, the statement gave Makoto an intense sinking feeling. "What does that mean?"

"Hm? Oh, when the others get hurt, she likes to bandage them up, too. They don't really bleed the same way humans do, though, so I'm sure she prefers it when one of us gets hurt."

Oh. Of course. Of course that was what he meant.

Mahiru pulled the comb from Nagito's hair and handed it to him. With a heavy sigh, she went to watch the movie with the others, and Hiyoko likewise stopped finger-flicking Nagito's temple to follow her.

"I have some snacks in my backpack," Makoto said, managing to turn toward Nagito while Mikan tied off the (patently excessive) bandage. "Do you want to sit in the back, or in that free spot next to Gundham, or...it looks like we could sit up there with Hiro, if...?"

"Let's sit in the back."

...

"I could've sworn we sat in the back," Nagito teased.

They had, but gradually the group had concaved around them, and now Chiaki was asleep in Nagito's lap, Sayaka was cuddled against Makoto's other side, Byakuya was holding Makoto from behind, Hiyoko was hiding paperclips in Nagito's hair, and so on.

"Yeah." Makoto laughed mildly. "This...isn't bad though."

Nagito slid his hand subtly closer to Makoto's, interlocking their fingers without Byakuya noticing. "This isn't bad."

[barbieb0y]

where hope lies in a snowless land.

day 5 wowza!!

for day 5 of scrunkly week, i... actually planned to go with all the prompts except what once was will never be again but... i got carried away and somehow that became the only prompt i wrote about ???????? dude i swear theres just smth that possesses my fingers when im writing

ngl i projected more than usual here somehow but this is like. hurt/comfort. paper cut has a shitty family and joe comforts him basically. their relationship is more ambiguous too. anyway

“Man, if I wanted to live in a place where there’s no snow during winter, I might as well go back to my hometown.”

Paper Cut quips as he looks up at the sky and reminisces the days he spent at a land oceans away from his current home, one corner of his lips tucked in disappointingly. Unfortunately for the two of them, San Francisco is not known for its snowfall activity. On the contrary, when it does occur, it’s written into the history books.

“Too bad you’re stuck with me, huh?”

Joe’s comment is accompanied by a kick of a rock, then it sinking into the murky city waters, like an extremely discounted version of throwing a coin into a fountain for a wish. Hands in his pockets despite wearing gloves.

“God, Joe, don’t even. I’d choose to be stuck with you over my family any time, any day.”

Paper Cut notices Joe’s very subtle flinching. He must’ve tried to hide it from him. Paper Cut sighs regretfully as he looks at his feet; as he’s sitting on the backrest of the bench, his feet rest on the seat itself.

“...Sorry.”

It’s all he can really say, even though he doesn’t owe it to anyone. And Joe makes this clear in his response.

“It’s okay. Your family members are assholes anyway.”

He’s not factually wrong but it doesn’t make Paper Cut any less guilty. The latter exhales through his nostrils as the former moves to sit on the bench beside Paper Cut.

“Yeah but I’m going against your whole belief, aren’t I?”

Always love your family. That’s number two of Joe’s many street survival rules. Paper Cut admires Joe for his strong beliefs but that rule of his has always made him reluctant to talk about family around him. In a way, Paper Cut considers Joe lucky to even hold that kind of belief, despite everything that happened with him and his sister.

“Maybe less ‘going against’ and more ‘challenging’.”

This comment makes Paper Cut turn towards Joe. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long for an explanation.

“Your situation made me think about things.”

Joe simply stares at the water. It is as tainted as any body of water that lies in the middle of an equally tainted city. Yet Paper Cut is not as tainted, despite being part of such a murky family. He dwells on this for a little longer.

“Family… you always have to love your family, yeah. But your family already hates you for something you can’t control. That’s not fair to you.”

Paper Cut struggles to find the words to argue back. Joe leans back in his seat.

“So, uh, it’s understandable if you can’t love them back. If anything, I think it’s good for you that you don’t force yourself to love them.”

Paper Cut appreciates Joe for reconsidering one of his core principles because of him, he truly does, but–

“...That’s the thing, though.”

“Huh?”

Paper Cut begins to move and promptly jumps off the bench entirely. He stands still, gaze lost to the cityscape.

“I don’t force myself to love them… because I already do. I still do, kinda. And it hurts to miss the people that can’t even love you back like you do with them.”

Paper Cut is hunched over now with his hands clasped close to his chest, choking on unshed tears. Joe instantly gets up at this display but Paper Cut simply shakes his head to stop him from laying a hand on him.

“I… I can’t erase our history together. It’s not like I was never happy when I was with them… They did make me happy at some point. But then they threw me out like I was garbage.”

Paper Cut finds himself kneeling on the ground. His heart is aching.

“...I just wished they did it sooner.”

He breaks. The pavement beneath him soaks up his tears emphatically, the only solace it can provide him. Joe has his right hand on his back as support.

“I’m an arcanist, they’re not. So why? Why did they keep me around for so long? Because I was useful? Yet they thought I was a disgusting arcanist anyway.”

Joe locks him in a side embrace now. He doesn’t push him away and simply keeps sobbing.

Eventually, they both sit down on the pavement, despite the presence of a bench right behind them. Paper Cut doesn’t have the strength for such a mundane action as sitting on a bench like a normal person. He was never normal anyway.

They stay like that for a few minutes. Paper Cut sniffs as he pulls his knees to his chest, resting his hands and head on them.

“...Sorry again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. We were just talking about the fucking nonexistent snow here, haha.”

Joe shakes his head at the self-deprecating laugh and brings Paper Cut in for a full hug this time. Paper Cut says nothing. He presses himself closer into Joe. He smells like love.

“It’s okay.” And that is all Joe has to say. Yet it is all Paper Cut needed to hear. Because it is okay. He’s here now with Joe, who has more than enough love to offer.

And - he definitely imagined it but - he can feel snow in his hair.

[abbeyofcyn]

Heya! I’m going around and asking a bunch of my favorite Tmnt artists the same questions out of curiosity

How did you discover/get into Tmnt?

When did you start drawing/actively start trying to improve your art?

It was a warm summer's day in August 2022 when I was hiding in the darkness of my home. Oh how bored I was as summer slipped away and I wished to do something more than stare at the ceiling.

I opened Netflix after ages of ignoring it and then I saw.

A trailer.

Bright colours flashing on my screen. Action scenes so intriguing I had to know more.

But... it was tmnt and... well ugh I never cared for tmnt.

But it looked so good...

I could try? Maybe it wasn't that bad? I could always turn it off...

Anyhow flash forward to now and it seems I've got a new hyper focus that has hit me hard and got me to actually draw fanart and even worse...fanfics

----

As for drawing, my mum told me that I drew as soon as I could hold a pencil. I remember drawing daily for years until...hm...13 years ago? I gradually stopped and often didn't draw more than once a year with a few revivals here and there.

With some pushing from others I started drawing again at the start of this year and boy I never expected to draw almost daily again. Let alone fanart which I almost never drew! (I only have some very old final fantasy and kingdom hearts fanart)

I uh... should actively try to improve my art but unfortunately I don't like making mistakes and you need to make those to improve instead of only drawing what's already familiar and safe. I also wish I could get feedback but my rl friends just like everything and although that's super sweet it won't help me get better 🙈

[goopyedgay]

Uh time to be cringe

sometimes it makes me feel very bad and the fact of being a gregstella shipper bothers me, imagine that what you love the most and makes you happy is also what hurts you the most, I'm not doing anything wrong and still the people get to be very annoying and cruel to me, I want to believe because I am the one who is actively creating content about them, so I guess it makes sense that I'm the one who takes the hits.

I'm someone who tries to take things calmly but sometimes I just explode over things as simple and stupid as these, I know I asked people to block me if my content bothers them, and I appreciate that they do, but there are also people that the only thing seeks is to annoy, even sending me messages that I should kms.

I couldn't care less about these things when I'm in a good mood but in these moments when I just feel bad and I can only say, I'm sorry? sorry for shipping two characters that have nothing problematic? I wish I had become obsessed with something else instead of this but I can't help it, I've been dealing with this shit since last year, but now that I've become more open it only makes things worse.

I can't even calmly interact with the hellpark fandom because I'm afraid they'll get mad at me and point out that I'm "proshipper" or "lesbiphobic", at this point I don't even want to draw HP Estella and Gregory together, I have to admit that I ship them and that was the reason why I started doing it gregstella content, but to avoid problems I created my own au or whatever. (and it ended up becoming a very ambitious project wow)

I'm not lesbiphobic, in fact, I really like ships wlw, and I have considered being a lesbian many times but i'm aro so meh, just because I like a "straight" ship doesn't negate everything else, it will sound like an excuse but I don't even consider Gregory to be a man (or at least the one from hellpark and my au) or a woman, I consider him as... Gregory just being Gregory? I don't really give much importance to this hc thing because at the end of the day my favorite characters are my favorite characters for other reasons and not just for that, and I found myself unfortunate that my two favorite characters are two that you can't ship because it's "wrong". I know there are some gregstella shippers who have said or done unpleasant things, but there will always be weird people, and that doesn't mean we should pigeonhole us all into that.

It's sad that I have to say something as stupid as this to me. But I needed to get this off my chest because I'm really getting tired of this kind of stuff, I'll probably delete this later or maybe keep it here so people are clear about where I stand and stop saying or misinforming what I do or say, like e.g. I draw nsfw (something I have never done publicly and I haven't drawn this type of explicit things for years since I was grommed lol, and if I did in the future that is something that does not concern you, much less if you are minors)

Anyway, thank you very much to the people who support me and like my art, you really motivate me to continue being open with what I like and continue bringing content for the community of this beautiful ship, or even if you don't like the ship and you only like my artstyle, it is also appreciated ♥️

This is more vent than a clarification, but hey, take it as you want, love y'all!

[discar]

HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

Chapter 4 | Prev chapter | Next chapter Chapter Index Note: Figured out what was wrong with the chapter links. Unfortunately, I have to update them manually. Still, the masterpost should have up to date links. Or at least not dead links.

[Varl] has added [ Kotallo] to the group

Aloy: Thank you, Varl. Kotallo? How are you doing with the Focus?

Kotallo: [This message has violated the terms of service for this forum, and has been removed. Punitive measures have been applied.]

Kotallo: ^&*&*!!

Aloy: ...Kotallo? Uh, can you read?

Kotallo: )*@!#&!!

Aloy: Varl?

Varl: He's swearing a lot. I'm not sure what he's trying to do.

Kotallo: &&&^$%^&*!

Varl: More swearing. I'm worried he's going to throw the Focus across the room. He's not doing this on porpoise.

Aloy: GAIA? Is there something wrong with his Focus?

ADMIN [GAIA]: Fascinating. He somehow managed to activate the anti-spam filter. Everything he says is being translated into random symbols and punctuation.

Kotallo: ??!^*&@@@()()!

Varl: Uh, he's asking how that happened.

ADMIN [GAIA]: It seems that one of the programmers greatly increased the filter's sensitivity as part of a prank on a coworker. I suspect the fact that Kotallo's first communication was excessively long and mentioned duty and honor multiple times had it flagged as military propaganda.

Kotallo: **@#$%(%#!*

ADMIN [GAIA]: Please, try now.

Kotallo: Can you understand me?

Aloy: Yes.

Varl: Yes.

Zo: Yes.

Aloy: Why didn't Erend answer?

Varl: Laughing too hard.

Kotallo: How do you make the words appear without speaking?

Kotallo: Wait, allow me to try something.

Kotallo: First trial.

Kotallo: Second trial.

Kotallo: Third trial.

Varl: That one worked.

Kotallo: Excellent. To answer your question Aloy, yes I can read. Marshall Fashav taught anyone willing to learn Carja glyphs. This language is similar enough to communicate.

Aloy: It was the language of the ancients before the Carja started teaching it to people.

Kotallo: Very well. I have my orders, and will begin mastering this new technology without delay. Where shall I start?

ADMIN [GAIA]: I have a basic primer that I believe you will find illuminating. From there, I will be happy to help you find information on any subject you wish.

Erend: START WITH THE DEATH MACHINES.

ADMIN [GAIA]: That is part of the basic primer, Erend.

Erend: OH. I SKIMMED THAT PART.

ADMIN [GAIA]: As you well know, I am missing quite a large amount of social and political data, in addition to the more immediately relevant information about how to fix the biosphere or build machines that you would find useful.

Erend: OKAY?

ADMIN [GAIA]: However, I believe on most forums, it would be considered my prerogative to ban you entirely from the chat at this point. The only reason I will not is because of our limited manpower.

Erend: WAS THAT A THREAT?

ADMIN [GAIA]: Your purpose here is to learn. I thought it best to teach you of common courtesy and politeness.

Zo: From my research, I believe the ancients called that "a burn." Possibly a "sick burn." I am unclear on the difference.

Kotallo: It seems this strange Vision has a sense of humor.

Erend: NO SHE DOESN'T.

Kotallo: She is also clearly more observant than some members of this team.

Erend: OKAY, WHOSE IDEA WAS IT TO INVITE THE TENAKTH?

Aloy: Mine.

Erend: RIGHT, GOOD IDEA, NO COMPLAINTS HERE, HAPPY TO HAVE HIM ON THE TEAM.

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[fairytaleinagem]

* ˚ ✦ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛᴏʀʏ

i don't know what i'm doing here so bare with me

─── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅!

hey. i'm akina charoite. you can call me by one or the other if you want. we can be friends if you want to! looking to be more active on here and this is one way that'll help. i write and I draw. i try my best at both. oh, and uh, she/her works, but she/they is something i'm trying out so. yeah.

─── 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

i write original stuff. uh, mostly something fantasy or sci-fi/cyberpunk (now that i'm looking back at my works). if you're looking for something deep and profound i'm unfortunately not good at that. so, uh. sorry. sometimes there's romance (lies, it usually is), for some reason I write a lot of angst... not good angst, but it's there.

if you're curious about any of my wips posted here i'll be happy to dump some things on you.

─── 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒

my wips, basically. uh. here, i guess. when I get to it each one will have their own Master post. or something like that. here's a brief intro to each of them. listed from most worked on to least.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙐𝙈; 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮!

── a plane above The World, and inhabitants stronger than human, the Aetherium is nothing less than intriguing. why don't the strongest of the strongest introduce you to their home?

『 ↳✧･ﾟ 𝙁𝙐𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔𝙍𝘼𝙈𝘼!!; 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬

── Welcome to FUNJOYRAMA, where all sorts of Entertainers come to life! Explore around the place, for you may find some secrets that not even WE (Entertainment Entertainment) wish to tell right away. 

『 ↳✧･ﾟ 𝙀𝙇𝘿𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏; 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩

── Billions upon billions of years doing the same thing really does get boring, so why not do something interesting? Who knows, maybe you'll figure out what you really want at the end of this.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ ISEKAI PLAYERS; loading players into void.net

── five souls, three worlds, one goal. what awaits our five players in this lengthy game they play? system, activate project verses.

─── 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

so uh, yeah. that's me. and some of my works. there's more but, these are the more recent guys. uh, say hello if you want, follow me or whatever it is that people do on writeblr. if anyone's willing to explain any etiquette to writeblr then uh. please do. guaranteed friend right there.

i guess i'll see some of you around. have a lovenderful day :)

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 286, Replies Part 1

1) “Things are about to get spicy, on Chapter 286: The one withing us

Oh, is this about how AfO is here, inside what used to be Shigaraki?”- Within Shigaraki, Izuku – it’s a regular family reunion between the living, the dead, and the asshole who’s just here to rub it all in their faces.

2) “Even AfO is not taking this shit, he knows Bakugo is fine, coughing blood when stabbed on the lungs is something all healthy boys his age do.

Now, are you going to activate his quirk and blow him up to damage Midoriya even more? Please?”- If he could have, he would have, but fortunately, Tomura’s fighting from the inside at the same time AFO’s hijacking control of his charcoal corpse to strike out at the heroes, so that means AFO can’t be as effective in killing the heroes as he wants to be- at least, not until the control gets a little stronger….

(MHA ch 248)

3) “Ah, so Todoroki will get a dash skill as well? Fucking hell everyone now has a dash, the balancing team needs to get their shit together”- Frankly, I’m more impressed by Shoto’s balance of everybody on just one foot. Even if he’s carrying one half-dead adult and one nearly-dead Pomeranian, that is some impressive skill to be able to keep himself aflost without any stabilising thrust. Boy’s got mad balancing skills.

4) “Oh this is definitely not Shigaraki talking, that’s for sure. Time for an evil speech?”-  AFO doesn’t need to speak long to stab straight to the emotional heart of the matter…

5) “Nope, no evil speech, just trying to drive the knife deeper, but what he’s not counting on is that Midoriya is about to flip his fucking shit and he’ll make the potato face that All Might gave him look like a classical sculpture.”- Actually, that is what he’s counting on. AFO’s goal is to bring Izuku in close to finally get a hand on him to steal OFA with, and he figures that if Izuku’s anything like All Might, all it’ll take is hurting and more importantly, insulting his allies to make him flip his shit out and forget about the “bad touch” powers….and he was bang on the money.

6) “Oh this is definitely not a good sign.”- AFO pressed the Kachan button. Tomura really wishes he hadn’t done that… 7) “OH JESUS FUCK

MIDORIYA

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING RIPPED HIS TENTACLES WITH YOUR TEETH JESUS”- Midoria: Your throat and my teeth have an urgent appointment, bitch!

8) “CHRIST THIS VESSEL IS REALLY FALLING APART AND MIDORIYA IS ABOUT TO MAKE SURE NOT A SINGLE CELL REMAINS TO TELL THE TALE”- Tomura’s gone through a small army of assembled heroes, been burned, battered and pushed to the brink of death, and he’s never once panicked or thought he was in danger of losing. But this?. Seeing Izuku’s sheer wrath aimed square at him? That’s the first time he’s actually gone “Uh-oh” ever since he awakened, faced with a force more primal and destructive than even himself.

9) “NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

WHAT THE FUCKING NOPE

YEAH I MEAN, WE KNEW AFO WAS IN THERE, BUT WHAT THE FUCK NO

IS HE EMERGING FROM SHIGARAKI’S BODY LIKE A COCOON?”- And as always, AFO’s greatest skill is his ability to incite the anger of his opponents, pushing their buttons precisely so to manipulate them to his tune without effort, allowing him to puppet Izuku into reach as easily as he’s puppeteering Tomura’s body

10) “OKAY ALRIGHT LET US MOVE AWAY FROM THAT IT SEEMS

AND NOW GIGANTOMACHIA JUST REALIZED THAT AFO IS THERE AS WELL, AND BY THE VISUAL METAPHOR HIS SMELL IS COMING FROM INSIDE SHIGARAKI

I’M STARTING TO FEAR LIKE SHIGARAKI WAS PRETTY MUCH JUST A COCOON FOR HIM TO GET A STRONGER BODY”- It’s half symbolic….for now. But given how their vestiges/souls appear to be merging within Tomura’s body, it may well be that AFO could indeed be “reborn” within the chrysalis that is Tomura. All the advantages of youth and experience rolled into one. 11) “Oh what the fuck I thought that was Hawks there on the right for a moment Also, unfortunately that’s no more than to calm them down, because there’s no way to stop that thing. Those heroes don’t stand a chance, there’s no stopping it”- And he’s not even the real superweapon the villains have, but the prototype! @thelreads

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Camp Buddy (Modern Au)

Aris x female reader

Summary:When you meet Aris at summer camp, you end up as more than friends.

I had been going to the Camp Killzone since the end of middle school. I know the name sounds intimidating, but it's better than Camp Greiver. At least the camps are for thirteen to nineteen.

Speaking of age ranges I knew everyone who came and went. The kids mostly went because they don't like this place. I find its little cabins and hammocks rather charming.

At some point my friends only went because I dragged them, but this year was different. Teresa quite coming all together. Since she was leaving, Thomas wanted to spend his summer with her. Minho was going on an out of state trip with his Lacrosse team, and Newt was at some science camp for smart people. I was completely alone.

I sighed and watched everyone greet their friends. As usual it was the same groups as always. Nothing new ever happened here, but it would be so much fun if I had my friends.

I put my head on my hand and kept sitting at my same table. Why did my friends have to have lives?

♡ - - - ♡

Throughout the day I got more and more bored. Even bonfire night wasn't any fun. Eventually I decided that breaking one rule wouldn't hurt. Making sure everyone else was still distracted I snuck into the forest with nothing more than my flashlight.

Once I was deep enough to not be seen I turned on my flashlight only for another beam to be shining right back at me. I jumped back and put a hand over my racing heart. It wasn't made any better by the fact that the person was wearing a hood.

"Who are you?"I asked.

"Me? Who are you?"

"I asked first,"I reminded him

"Okay, I'm Aris,"He introduced, pulling his hood down. I hadn't seen him here before, and even if he always blended into the background I would at least know his face. Scratch that. I would definitely know his face. He was cute with bright blue eyes, and defined facial features.

"Okay, your turn,"He said, snapping out of my definitely weird staring spell.

"I'm Y/N. Is this your first year?"I asked.

"Is it that obvious?"He mumbled.

"No, I've just been here every summer. I know I'd remember you,"I said absentmindedly.

"What?"He asked.

"Uh, I just mean-uh -you have a nice face. Not in a weird way or anything. You're just kind of nice looking,"I settled on. "I'm sorry, I can't shut up when I'm nervous,"I sighed.

"Thanks. Your face is nice too."

"Well, I don't have anyone with me this summer, and you're new. Do you want to be my camp buddy?"I offered.

"Thanks Y/N. I'd like that,"He said, with a nice smile.

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This summer was the quickest one I'd ever had to have. Aris and I regularly snuck into the forest just because we could. We were partners for every hiking trip, every activity, and anything else you could think of here.

Unfortunately, every good thing must come to an end. In only five minutes I'd be on my bus, and he'd be on his.

"I'm going to miss you camp buddy."

"I'm going to miss you too, but we have each other's numbers on our bracelets. I'll get your address from there and write to you,"I promised.

"I wish I came here sooner."

"Don't be so negative. I met you now, didn't I?"I pointed out.

He went to say something when the buses pulled up.

"Well, I guess it's goodbye for now,"He sighed.

"Just for now."

I watched him walk into his bus line. He turned back, and I knew the last thing I had to do this summer. I got out of my bus line and ran to his.

"Hey Aris,"I called. He looked back, and I brushed my lips against him. It was hardly a second, but I still felt like I was one cloud nine.

We stood there grinning like idiots until a counselor had to ruin it. Looking back one last time I gave him a salute before getting on my bus already wishing it was next summer.

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Dear Y/N,

I wanted to write sooner, but school's been insane lately. Anyways I was on the bus ride home I was thinking about something. I never actually got a chance to say something after our kiss so I will now. My parents pushed to go to that summer camp for years, but I didn't want to actually talk to new people. Then, I met some random girl tripping over her words in a forest and telling me I had a nice face. I don't think you noticed, but I kept trying (and failing) to talk to you during the day. In the end being awkward finally paid off because I got to meet you. That was the best summer of my life. Even when we can't go to that camp anymore I promise we'll still know each other. I can't wait to be your camp buddy next summer.

Love,

Aris Jones

I smiled down at the letter and clutched it close to my heart. Turning over in my bed I went to sleep still holding his comforting words already dreaming of the next time I get to see my camp buddy.