#{ Had this one for awhile now; never wrote it OUT; that the timeline is they broke up RIGHT before he went to Macaw 👀 }

[brucewaynehater101]

Adding on to my previous ask, what do you think the others reaction to finding out about why Tim cut his hair and/or what it meant to him?

I feel like dick would feel so sad for ti and what he lost

Jason would feel even more regretful about the tower for the hair

Damian and Bruce I'm not sure

Cass would try to convince to grow his hair back again

(he never grew it out cause he didn't feel safe enough to do so)

Sorry if it's incomprehensible, I wrote with my face half squished into my pillow cause I had to get the thought out before I could fall asleep

For anyone wanting to read the OG post, here

Tim, in this AU, usually kept his hair up. Therefore, it's not a stretch to say he didn't tell the others how vital his hair was to his self-worth, connection to his parents, or reassurance that he's loved. Perhaps, in their ignorance, they even made comments on how Tim keeps his hair so long or seems to spend longer getting ready. It was meant as light-hearted teasing because they didn't know just how important his hair is to him.

The reveal for this AU depends on how much drama, tension, and angst you want.

Does it happen immediately after? If so, it might take awhile for Jason or Damian to care (just cause they don't like Tim at this point). There might be a wee bit of "damn" in their minds, but they have the realization much latter of how fucked up it was.

Does it happen after Tim has already forgiven Jason? Jason may not realize it's something he needs to apologize for and goes through the angst of thinking they aren't doing as good as he thought. Tim doesn't blame Jason because Tim made the choice to cut his hair. He was upset, which he's over by this point, but he never blamed Jason. However, Jason now blames himself and will need to work to forgive himself.

Now. How do the Bats respond/feel about this reveal?

As far as Dick and Damian, have you read the fic "Mama Bird (but its your big brother ready to fight god)" by Yellow_sprouts? The fic is by a Tumblr account I adore on here @batfambrainrotbeloved. Anyways, I love their concepts for chapter 4 here. It examines how Dick and Damian, due to their cultures and upbringing, see hair as something to cherish and spend time taking care of.

While in this hc/au I didn't tie Tim's feelings about his hair to cultural/spiritual beliefs, feel free to hc that. On the other hand, I feel like Damian and Dick might understand more or differently due to their own cultural thoughts about hair. Even if Tim's treatment and care of his hair isn't related to cultural beliefs, they might still understand just how important it is (especially if they grew up with their own loved ones [Mary and John Grayson and Talia] washing their hair, taking time to teach them about different products/treatment, and making the entire process a bonding/loving moment). It would be a huge deal if, after Damian and Tim start getting along, Damian offers to help Tim with his hair (which has grown quite a bit by this time).

Jason can also be tied into the cultural understanding if you'd like, or he could just process it as taking another thing from Tim he didn't realize was precious. If Jason also comes from a culture that cherishes hair, lots of angst to be explored there (maybe his feelings about commiting such a taboo but originally justifying it because hair probably doesn't mean the same thing to Tim). Jason having cultural or spiritual ties to hair could also fuck with his mental state and that white stripe. How can he do his self-care routines to the reminder of all that he's suffered through?

Cass has known from the beginning how much Tim's hair means to him. For timeline sake, let's say she appeared to the Bats after TT (otherwise, she would have hunted Jason down to beat his ass up). The two of them from the start use hair as a way to bond.

David Cain probably never taught Cass to value herself in that way. It's nice for Tim and Cass because no words are needed. They can feel the love and comfort through the actions and soft touches. Cass is taught to value herself, that even something like her hair is worthy of time and dedication. She is human, even down to her hair follicles.

This act has nothing to do with her abilities. While she should feel pride and accomplishment for the strength it took to utilize abilities given to her through pain/abuse into something for herself, this activity is about Cass being herself. Tim cares about her and wants to show her that no matter what she can and can't do. Cass is gone often like Tim's parents, but this moment of hair care is a constant reassurance of theirs.

Steph and Babs find out later. Maybe they are told about it by Cass sooner than the big reveal, but they don't tie it to what happened at TT. They also don't want to intrude on the intimate familial bonding of Tim and Cass during this moment, so they never try to invite themselves to it. After the reveal, Barbara invites Tim, Cass, and Steph over for a self-care day. It's not necessarily about hair (so as to not pressure Tim to share), but Tim appreciates the gesture.

Bruce depends on if he's a good dad or not in this.

For good dad Bruce, he is the definition of "doesn't really understand but trying." He stalks the Drakes' old finance records to find out what products they used to keep some in stock at the Manor. He does a ton of research on hair care and cultures (and ends up learning about how it might be important to Dick and Damian). He may be a bit overbearing and cross boundaries (by inserting himself into Tim's routine), but he is trying. After Tim tells him to back off, he does.

For Bad Dad Bruce, he's an asshole about it. Maybe he makes some comment about how Tim shouldn't keep his hair long anyways since it's a liability >:(

Tim probably can't get himself to allow it to grow long again until Bruce gets lost in the timestream. By virtue of simply not having enough time to cut it properly, it grows out. He almost cuts it off before he returns to Gotham, but he remembers how happy Cass was for him that it was long again.

[simping4villains]

I may be a slut for the spiders, but they aren’t the only villains I simp for. Here’s a Shigaraki x Reader oneshot I wrote awhile back (well, it was supposed to be a oneshot but then I wrote a second part and now I might keep working on it, who knows?) Any way, it’s pretty wild, so read at your own risk.

Warnings: Mature content (heavy smut), degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, bondage, knife play, sadism/masochism

A/N: Yikes, I'm going to hell for this one. Hope y'all like it at least! <3

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You were soaked to the bone with rainwater as you and Tomu pushed through the door of his apartment. It felt dreary even once he'd turned the lights on. You thought maybe this was why he hadn't let you see it in the almost four months that you'd been together.

There were a lot of things the two of you seemed to be on a delayed timeline for. You hadn't seen his apartment, you hadn't met any of his friends yet, and you still had yet to be intimate with one another.

You couldn't hold the last one against him, though. He'd always seemed afraid to touch you. You guessed it was because of his quirk. He was worried that he'd accidentally end up killing you if he wasn't careful, but you trusted him.

You had grown up around powerful quirks like his—well, not exactly like his. Your mother was a pro hero who went by Fahrenheit. She could regulate the temperature of the environment around her, able to sweat villains out of hostage situations or instantly create shards of ice to fight with if there was enough moisture in the air.

She had been killed by a group of villains when you were still fairly young, and your dad searched for comfort in the bottoms of beer bottles after losing her. Your Aunt Marci stepped in to raise you. She had never married or had any children of her own, that wasn't the kind of life she wanted for herself, but she never made you feel like a burden. You thought maybe she had a soft spot for you since you had her sister's eyes.

Or maybe it was the quirk that you had inherited from her. Your temperature quirk wasn't as powerful as your mother's had been. It was only limited to your own body. It wasn't something that would ever let you be a pro hero, not that that was what you wanted, but it did come in handy sometimes on chilly mornings.

After your mother's death, Aunt Marci did all she could to separate herself from the world of pro heroes. She didn't want any reminders that the villains who killed her sister were still at large. You remembered that she would always throw away the morning paper as soon as it arrived and there was never a TV in the small apartment that the two of you had shared. You didn't see the point in purchasing one when you'd finally gotten an apartment of your own.

Most people had given you strange looks when you'd told them that, but not Tomu. He seemed amused, commenting on how he admired the way you were trying to remain optimistic about the state of the world.

"Should I not be?" you'd asked him.

"I don't want to ruin the illusion." Was all that he'd said.

Tomura never made you feel strange about anything that you shared with him. Even when you'd told him you'd never played video games—something he seemed to enjoy—he just smiled and promised he'd teach you. That was what brought you to his apartment today.

He pulled his hood off of his head and shook out his hair, letting the wet locks fall lazily back into his face. He was beautiful. He never believed you when you told him, but that still didn't stop you from saying it. You weren't sure he'd heard it enough before meeting you.

"What are you looking at?" He asked when he caught you staring.

"Are you cold?" You asked, noticing that he was shivering. You were hoping that your gawking could be mistaken for concern. He didn't really seem to be in a mood to be called cute.

"I'll be fine."

"Don't be ridiculous," you said, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his torso so he could benefit from your quirk.

He seemed tense at first, almost uncomfortable, but relaxed into your embrace once your body heat radiated into his skin. He was still pretty hesitant about physical touch in any form. Again, because of his quirk. You were trying to help him become more comfortable with it. You trusted him enough to believe that he wouldn't hurt you.

You felt him wrap his arms around your shoulders, careful to keep his hands pointed away from you as he held you closer. He gently kissed the top of your head before nuzzling into your neck. Your heart skipped at the rare sign of affection.

"You're too good to me, y/n," he murmured.

You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to look at him, and pushed the hair away from his face so that your eyes met. "I'm not giving you anything less than what you deserve."

He shook his head. "I don't deserve you."

He tried to bury his face in your neck again, but you wouldn't let him. He was always trying to brush off any compliments or words of endearment that you gave him. It was like he didn't believe any of it, like he couldn't see himself the way that you did. You needed him to.

"Tomura, yes you do." You rested your hand on his cheek, cupping his jaw so that he couldn't look away. "You're a good person. I wouldn't love you if—"

You stopped yourself. That was another thing that hadn't come yet in your relationship. Neither of you had said the L-word and you didn't intend to be the first, you weren't sure how Tomura would react, but it had just sort of slipped out.

He was frozen before you, his expression unreadable.

You dropped your hand from his face and abruptly made an attempt to change the subject. "So, um, anyway, are you gonna show me around your place or what?"

Tomura hung your coats up by the door before leading you through his apartment, turning lights on as he went.

"This is the kitchen," he gestured to the room you'd entered by. "And this is the living room," he said. The two spaces flowed into each other. He crossed the room and bent down in front of the television, rummaging through the cabinets of the stand that it was rested on. "There are a few different systems we could play on. I'll let you pick the game that you want to—"

"Where's your bedroom?" You asked.

He looked back over his shoulder. "Oh. You wanted to see that too?"

You nodded.

He sighed and stood up. "Alright."

You followed him through a short hallway between the two rooms. On one side appeared to be a bathroom and a closet and on the other was his bedroom.

The only sources of light in his room seemed to be the LED lights that ran along the tops of his walls, and his computer monitor, though there were a few empty cans blocking the light at the bottom of the screen. In this dim lighting, you could see clothes strewn about on the floor. The walls were pretty bare and there was minimal furniture. He had told you before that he travelled a lot for work, so you figured it made sense that he hadn't done much decorating or anything.

He sat down on the unmade bed and watched as you looked around. "Is it what you expected?"

"More or less," you said.

He scratched at his neck. He had a habit of doing that when he was anxious. "I'm sorry it's such a mess. I didn't think you'd come in here."

You sat down beside him, setting a hand on his leg to try to comfort him. "It's alright. I don't mind."

When he didn't seem to calm down, you pulled his hand away from his neck, replacing it with your own and gently caressing his now-irritated skin. You could feel the ridges of the scars left by his nervous habit. You wished he wouldn't hurt himself like this.

You ran your hand along his shoulder and back up to his hair, lightly playing with it in an attempt to soothe him. It seemed to be working. He tilted his head back and hummed in satisfaction. You were suddenly aware of how close you were. Could this finally be your chance to make a move?

You tilted his face in your direction and leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

"Y/n."

"What?" You asked, trying your best to adopt an innocent tone.

He frowned. "I know what you're doing. I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't want to hurt you."

"Tomu, I trust you. I have faith that you can control your quirk."

He shook his head. "That's not all that I'm worried about."

"I don't understand. What do you mean?"

He turned his body to you and grabbed your jaw harshly so that you were forced to look at him. Even sitting down, it still felt like he was towering over you, his presence suddenly intimidating instead of the usual gentle aura you'd grown so used to. This was an entirely different side of him.

His eyes went dark and he ran his thumb over your lips as he spoke. "I won't be able to hold myself back, not with you. I want to break you, to watch tears stream down your face as you beg for mercy. I want you to scream my name until your throat burns. I won't be satisfied until I've completely ruined you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you blinked in surprise. This was the absolute last thing you'd expected from him. Why was it always the quiet ones?

He dropped his hand. "So, it's probably best if we don't—"

You shut him up with a kiss. You were tired of him having these negative thoughts that he wasn't enough or that his way of showing affection wouldn't work for you. You needed him to understand that he was all you longed for.

"I'm yours, Tomura," you said, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip. "You can have me however you want me. I'm not afraid."

He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him.

"However I want, huh?" he murmured beside your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "You might end up regretting those words."

He bit the tender skin of your neck before sucking the same spot until it bruised. He repeated this a few more times, being careful to space the marks out so your neck was fully covered. He didn't want his hard work to be so easily hidden.

You couldn't help but moan at the sensation. You had waited so long for this and his touch was absolutely intoxicating.

He gave a satisfied hum in return. "Mm, I like that."

You felt him growing beneath you and began slowly moving your hips back and forth, trying to get even the smallest amount of friction between the two of you. He responded to your movements with an amused laugh.

"Eager, are we?"

Your cheeks started to burn. How desperate you must have seemed. What did he think of you now?

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said as if reading your mind. He leaned back on his elbows so that he could get a better look at you. "Keep going, you needy slut."

You couldn't bring yourself to do it. You hadn't been able to control yourself before, but now that he was watching you, you felt even more self conscious.

He sighed impatiently and sat back up, grabbing your hips with only four fingers on each hand, careful not to use his quirk on you. He started rocking your hips back and forth. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your throat.

"That's it. Let me hear how bad you want it. Don't hold back for me."

He pressed sloppy kisses to your lips as he helped you fuck yourself closer to release. You knew your climax wouldn't come like this, though. It wouldn't be enough.

"Tomura," you breathed between kisses.

"Yes, baby?" He moved down your neck, kissing and biting the tender flesh once more. The sensation sent heat through your body.

"I-I need—"

He cut you off with a harsh bite. "What do you need?"

"I need—"

He did it again. "What, baby? Just say it and it's yours." Even the feeling of his breath on your neck was driving you wild. He knew what he was doing. He would keep toying with you for as long as he wanted, probably never giving in. It was cruel.

"More," you managed before he had the chance to interrupt you with his teasing.

He stopped moving your hips completely. "I don't know. You didn't ask very nicely. In fact, it seemed more like a demand." He reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. A sharp hiss passed through your teeth at the sudden pain. "You don't get to make demands."

"Tomura, please," you begged. "I need you."

He hummed. "Please? That's more like it."

He grabbed at the material of your shirt and pants and you watched as they both turned to ash before flitting away into nothingness. Then, he did the same to his own clothes, so that all that separated you was the thin material of his boxers and your panties.

You could feel everything now, and it made you impatient. You started to rock against him, but he grabbed you, holding you still.

"Not yet," he whispered to you, kissing down your neck slowly until he reached your chest. His lips lightly traced the edge of your bra before he reached around to unhook it, pushing it off of your shoulders and throwing it to the floor. His eyes roamed your now almost-entirely exposed body, taking in every curve and dip before meeting your own gaze. "You're so beautiful," he said, leaning in for a kiss, but stopping just before he reached your lips. He grabbed your jaw and turned your head to the side, licking a stripe up your neck. "I can't wait to ruin you."

You gasped as his fingers pushed your panties aside, sliding through your folds. The hand that was on your jaw moved to put pressure on your throat while Tomu's mouth explored your breasts, sucking and biting at your nipples. The sensations all came together in harmony, pulling moans from you and nearly setting your body on fire. You couldn't help but buck your hips against his hand, desperate for release.

You felt him laugh against your chest. "Such an impatient little slut."

He dipped two fingers inside of you, keeping his thumb on your clit. His long digits found your sensitive spot almost instantly, abusing it as they pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace. This, combined with the quick circles he was drawing over your clit, had you seeing stars, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment.

You grabbed at his shoulders, at his hair, at anything you could reach to ground yourself. "Tomura—fuck—don't stop!"

You felt four fingers leave your throat to grab your ass, digging in so tightly that they were sure to leave bruises. Tomura kissed you again, running his tongue against your lips and using one of your moans as an opportunity to explore your mouth.

Finally, the knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves. You melted against Tomura, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high.

But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

"T-Tomu," you whimpered. You could feel the faint sensation of another knot building, despite the irritation you felt from the overstimulation. "Why aren't you stopping?"

"I told you not to make demands," he said, his voice cold.

"What?"

"You said 'don't stop.' This is what happens when you don't listen, when you don't ask for the things that you want."

Panic settled in as you realized that this was his way of punishing you.

He coaxed another orgasm out of you, quicker than before. Your legs quivered and a numb pain was building in your core from too much stimulation, but still, he pressed on. Your third and fourth orgasms came quicker, and without as much satisfaction. It was all too much, bordering unbearable.

"Tomu," you begged, "please stop."

You whimpered against his shoulder, head buried in his neck as your nails dug into his back. Tears were burning trails down your cheeks. You could feel a fifth orgasm building, but you didn't want it. You couldn't go through another one so soon.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked.

You nodded against him. "Yes, I'm so sorry. Please, it's too much." His hand pulled away from you just before you reached another orgasm. You sighed in relief, barely able to believe that he'd actually listened. "Thank you," you whispered, letting more tears fall.

He pulled you back by your hair so he could look at you. This was exactly what he'd wanted. "Aw baby, look at what a mess you are." He leaned in and licked the tears off of your cheeks. "Do you need a break before I fuck you?"

You nodded, not imagining how you could handle taking him right now. You were still far too overstimulated, it would only hurt.

"Alright," he said, brushing away the hair that had been plastered to your face with sweat. "Get on your knees, then."

You felt your eyes widen in shock, but you did as he said. You didn't want to risk finding out what would happen if you refused.

He stood before you and pulled down his boxers so that you were face to face with his cock. The angry, red tip was already leaking precum. He was so hard that he was practically throbbing.

"Well?" He asked impatiently.

You tentatively wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving a few strokes and running your thumb along the tip. He let out a hiss that told you you were doing something right. You parted your lips and pressed your tongue to his base, licking a stripe up his length before taking him in your mouth. You bobbed your head and swirled your tongue around his tip, slowly building up a rhythm.

He moaned and grabbed your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail to keep it out of your face. You looked up at him in appreciation, meeting his gaze.

He smirked. "Three taps to stop, alright?"

You didn't have a chance to process what he'd meant when he suddenly shoved the rest of his length down your throat. You gagged around him, shocked by the sudden intrusion. He didn't even give you enough time to adjust before he started fucking your face, snapping his hips at an alarming rate.

You were choking on him, digging your nails into your palms to cope with the pain as tears pricked your eyes once more. His moans filled the room. You looked up to see his eyes were fluttered shut, his brow furrowed in concentration as he chased his release. That sight alone made it all worth it.

His movements became more erratic, hips starting to stutter, which told you he was close. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth before he came, painting the back of your throat with hot ropes of cum. Finally, he pulled out, with a string of saliva and other fluids connecting your lips with his tip. You gasped for air, filling your deprived lungs.

He ran a few fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at you. Then, swiping his thumb across your lips, cleaning up some of the mess he'd made, he said, "Such a good little whore," admiring how absolutely ruined you looked now with tears and mascara running down your face.

But he wasn't done with you yet. Not even close.

"Get on the bed," he snapped.

You scrambled to your feet, legs still unsteady from the multiple orgasms he'd given you. You apparently weren't fast enough in following his orders, because he shoved you over the side of the bed, burying your face in the mattress. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open, followed by the sounds of him rummaging through, looking for something, and finally the drawer closed again.

"What's your safe word?" he asked. Your heart started racing as you felt him binding your wrists together with a thin rope.

"Safe word?" You echoed, your voice muffled by his comforter.

"Yeah." He gave the rope a final tug and ran the tips of his fingers up your spine, making you shiver. "So I know to stop if it's too much."

You lifted your head and looked around. Your gaze landed on his computer screensaver. It was a tree that cycled through the four seasons.

"How about 'foliage'?"

He laughed. "Foliage?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, that's fine. Just don't forget it."

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, helping you step out of them. You heard his boxers drop on the floor shortly after.

You felt him standing behind you again. You had goosebumps on your skin, not because you were cold, but because you were fully exposed to him now.

He ran his hand between your legs, dipping his fingers through your folds. "Mm, still so wet. You're so desperate."

He pulled his hand away and brought it down hard on your ass. You gave a small yelp of shock, but secretly liked the way it stung. He replaced the hand between your legs with his cock, grinding it back and forth against you. You whined at his teasing.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn't want to answer. Everything he'd said about you being a desperate slut was true, but you didn't want to admit it, especially since you expected he'd only continue to deprive you if he knew how badly you needed him.

He smacked your ass again when you didn't answer. "I asked you a question."

You bit your lip to hold back another sharp cry. "Nothing's wrong."

"You're a terrible liar. There's something on your mind." He grabbed your hair and yanked you back so that he spoke directly next to your ear. "Tell me what it is."

"I. . . I want you."

He dropped you back on the bed, continuing to tease between your legs. "You have me, baby. I'm all yours."

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Ohhh," he pretended to have just realized what he'd known the whole time. "You mean you want me in here?" He teased your entrance with his tip.

"Yes," you sighed.

"Then why didn't you just ask?"

He slowly pushed into you, filling you up and stretching you out. If your hands had been by your head, you would've been gripping the bed sheets, but they were tied behind your back, so you settled for digging your nails into your palms.

Once he was all the way in, he stilled, giving your walls a moment to adjust to his size. Then he grabbed the rope that bound your wrists and started fucking you like he hated you. You bit the bedsheets, trying to keep yourself from crying out, but your attempts were futile.

"What are you whining for? I'm giving you what you wanted."

His strokes were rough and merciless and you wondered how this could be the same man who always touched you like he might break you. This was a side of Tomura you had never seen, a side you had never believed existed.

You loved it.

You gasped in protest when he pulled out of you, which resulted in him smacking your ass again and telling you to stop complaining, ordering you to get on your back in the middle of the bed. He helped you bring your bound arms around in front of you. Then he climbed over you and pinned them above your head before sinking into you once more.

Your back arched against the mattress, toes curling. You loved this angle. You loved the feeling of his body on yours, you loved getting to look at him, and you loved the way he groaned as he used you.

"That's it. What a good little slut you are," he said, grazing the shell of your ear with his teeth.

He untied your wrists and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and suddenly he was hitting your most sensitive spot with every stroke, pounding it with a brutal force.

"Fuck! Tomura!" You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

He grabbed you by the neck and jolted you forward again. "Hey, I want you to look at me."

You nodded, focusing on his bright scarlet eyes. He was so fucking beautiful. How could he not see if?

He squeezed your throat. "Say you're mine."

"I-I'm yours," you choked out.

You were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, but oh, so warm and tingly too. All that kept you grounded was the feeling of Tomura fucking you relentlessly. And then, as he let go of your throat and you felt the intoxicating rush of oxygen returning to your brain, there was the sharp sting of a blade against your thigh.

A deep moan erupted from your chest. It should've hurt, but you had too much adrenaline from being choked, so it only added to your pleasure. Your hands flew to his shoulders, digging small crescents into his skin with your nails.

"Say it again." Tomura's fingers were once more wrapped around your throat.

As sick as it was, you were hoping for the same outcome. "I'm y—"

"No, not that," he snapped. The ice behind his gaze melted for just a second, and in that moment you saw your sweet, gentle Tomu in his eyes. To hide it, he bent down and nipped at your ear. "Say you love me."

You were glad he couldn't see your reaction. You were suddenly embarrassed. He hadn't said it back earlier and now he was using it against you? It felt almost cruel, but still you obeyed.

"I love you."

He released his hand from your throat and dragged another cut along your thigh.

"Shit," you breathed, digging your nails deeper into his skin.

He laughed. "You like that, don't you?"

You nodded, still coming back down from the high.

He shook his head, running his hand through your hair. "God, I fucking love you."

Your lips met in a frenzied passion. It was sloppy and wet, but you had never had a more perfect kiss.

He moved his hand between the two of you, circling your clit again with his thumb.

You flinched, worried you'd end up with another repeat of what had happened earlier.

As if reading your mind, he rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, trying to comfort you. Even his tone was more gentle as he spoke. "It's okay, baby, no more games. You've been so good. I just want you to cum with me. Can you do that?"

"Yes." You had felt the pressure in your stomach for a while. You thought for sure it would snap with that last cut he made, but you surprised yourself and resisted.

He sped up his pace. You could tell he was growing closer as his thrusts became more erratic. Still, he kept working your bundle of nerves and swirling his hips to maximize your pleasure. You were so close to the edge, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold on.

"Tomura," you whimpered.

"I'm almost there, baby, I promise. You're being—mm fuck—so good."

After a few more thrusts, he held you close to him and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, filling you with his seed. At the same time, your orgasm rippled through your body, causing your walls to clench around him. You raked your nails down his back as you cried out his name.

He rested his weight on you and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily against you as he recovered. After a moment like this, he rolled to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his head on your chest. You lightly brushed your fingers through his hair, to which he hummed his approval.

"I meant it, you know," he murmured.

"What?" you asked.

"I really do love you. I'm sorry I don't show it."

"You do," you said. "In your own way."

"I just worry it's not enough for you."

You tilted his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "Tomura. . . you will always be enough for me."

He smiled and squeezed you tight, rolling back on top of your body so that he was completely crushing you. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden playfulness. You loved this side of him.

After cuddling for a bit, he helped you clean up. You were searching the floor for your clothes when you remembered that they were gone.

"So, do I get to steal your clothes since you decayed mine?"

He smirked. "That was what I'd hoped, yeah. Take whatever you want from the dresser and i'll meet you out in the living room when you're done changing. I'm just gonna run to the bathroom and finish cleaning up."

You opened up his drawers and grabbed the first sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants that you found. They were too big for you, but they smelled like Tomu. Once you were dressed you made your way out to the other room and decided you'd try to set the game up. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, right?

You grabbed the remote from the coffee table and hit the power button. The tv flashed on to the middle of an evening news program. The woman on the screen was talking about recent attacks done by a group called The League of Villains. You were just about to change the channel when a familiar face popped up on the screen.

"The authorities are still on the lookout for the leader of the radical villain group, who they've identified as Tomura Shigaraki. If you see him in public, contact local police immediately. It goes without saying that he is incredibly dangerous and you should avoid approaching him at all costs."

Your heart dropped. You could hardly believe that Tomura, the man you loved, was a villain, but the leader of what seemed to be the most infamous villain group nonetheless? You felt betrayed. You felt tricked. But above all, you felt terrified as you realized you didn't know him at all.

"What are you watching?"

You turned to find him leaning against the wall behind you. His eyes were dark. You didn't know how long he'd been there, but you had a feeling that he could read your mind in that moment. He knew that his true identity was no longer a secret to you.

"I just. . . it just came on. I'm not really watching it. You know I wouldn't pay attention to any of this. I wouldn't want to ruin my optimistic view of the world."

You laughed, trying to make the last part seem light, but it sounded strangled, giving you away.

Tomura pushed off the wall, approaching you slowly. In the background, the newscaster was still reporting about the League's recent activity. She kept saying his name. You really wished she'd just shut the hell up and move onto the next segment.

When he reached you, he wrapped four fingers around your throat. "Are you afraid of me now?"

"Afraid? No, I—"

"You think I'm a monster?"

"Not at all!"

"Then tell me you still love me."

You were suddenly aware that the only thing that stood between you and death was his fifth finger hovering mere inches above your skin.

"Tomura, of course I do."

He tightened his hold. "Say it."

"I-I love you."

His eyes flicked between yours, searching for any sign of dishonesty. Your hands reached for him, gliding up his body in an effort to convince him.

"I love you," you repeated, cupping his jaw and running your thumbs over his skin.

You pulled him into a kiss, hoping that might convince him. But it felt wrong. You were tense and suddenly aware of the fact that the same hands that held you had been used to kill.

You weren't sure you could ever look at him the same way.

[kriegertops]

In honor of the home wrecker's bday, and trAsh's continued victim tour, I am back with the second installment of conversations with Sophia!

SB: Hi mom and dad!! Omgeeee...so much has changed since we last talked. I am now proud and out and loud! See my new hat- it says GAY. It's official. And I've just never been happier! I'm sure you saw my Glamour article. I mean, they wanted to do a Q&A style, but there would be too many uncomfortable questions, so I just wrote it. It was very wordy (had A LOT of word vomit) but I just had to speak my truth, you know? Yeah, you're right, I did write a very similar article awhile back about my then husband. But that was all lies, obvi, bc this is actually true love. And I shouldn't be denied my truth. Even if it came at the expense of two little kids. Yes, yes, I know! We've been through this. I did feel bad at first. But I mean, I've been pining over Ash for years now, so when we met up in Cannes last year, I just had to go all out to get her. I can't help it if she's an unscrupulous fame-whore who wanted me on site. What was I supposed to do? Oh jesus, not you guys with the timeline too? I thought you'd be on my side! Look, Ash was totally on her way to getting separated (wink, wink) and it was completely on the up and up. You read her notes app apology, right? She did not step out on her marriage. Anyhoo, I just couldn't hold off any longer. I was going crazy, so we had this long, greasy, raspy, conniving lunch where we planned our escapes. And it totally went according to plan! Well, most of it did. We had our grand entrance at the WHCD. Did you see my ladies' see through shirt! No, it wasn't tacky at all- it was totally appropriate. No, I mean, no one else was wearing a sheer shirt, but she rocked it. Her unwashed grease bomb of a hairdo completely deflected from her shirt, so it was all good. In fact, she's pulled this look off multiple times now. And it's so hot! Yeah, she does have quite a few tattoos. Yes, they totally cover her body. But it's so rad- I get to pretend I'm cosplaying with the Joker- it's the best. I'm getting turned on just thinking about it. Ugh, you always ask about her job! Enough! It's starting to get old. She is not currently employed. No, there's been no real job prospects. Yeah, she is burning through her money pretty quickly. Yes, I do occasionally pay for things (all the time) but she's so worth it. I just know, that in 12 years time, everyone will have forgotten about this and she will be getting offers left and right. Yeah, so her ex is still killing it unfortunately. In fact, she's doing so well, that we've had to employ a new strategy- every time she announces or plugs a new job or endorsement, we drop a bunch of pics and/or passive agressive IG stories to take away attention from her her. No, it's totally not working. But since both Ash and I are hard core narcisists with grandiose personality disorder, we're going to keep doing it. Okay, well I gotta go- they're having a blow out two for one strap sale, and I need to build my collection. Let's talk again soon!

Anon you always make my day with these😂 thank you for this😂

[avpdfreak]

Hey Kari 🎧

Is it ok if I ask you about your Danganronpa Protagonist Nagito rewrite? I ask because yesterday I saw this post of yours related to your rewrite and I thought I'd send you this message and ask some questions about it myself.

1. With Nagito's new talent in your rewrite now being the Ultimate Assassin, is his personality the same as in canon, different in this rewrite, or a mix of both?

2. Does this rewrite take place during the main timeline with the tragedy, Monokuma, Junko, and the killing game? Or does it take place in a different AU? Is this like a Talent Swap AU story since you gave the main trio of SDR2 having different talents from the original canon? If so, does that also apply to the rest of the DR2 cast?

3. How much of the rewrite do you have planned/figured out (ex. how it begins, the characters, plot & story, arcs (story and character-wise), plot twists (if there's any in this rewrite, that is), the events of each chapter, how it ends, etc)?

4. How did you come up with the idea for your DR rewrite in the first place?

5. What made you want to switch Hajime & Chiaki's roles from protagonist (Hinata) & support (Nanami) to support (Hinata) & antagonist (Nanami)?

Anyways, feel free to respond back to me whenever you get the chance. Thank you, have a wonderful day/afternoon/night, and hope you all enjoy your weekend. 🤗💕❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖💕🤗

OOKK HIII :33

1. nagito is more of a mix , he's more anti social , but he's still obsessed with hope but in his own different way , he finds hope interesting , as he finds what keeps people going interesting , he doesn't have really anything to live for so he sees other people's hope as a way for motivation

2. yeah it's the same universe for the most part. with just some changes , such as the sdr2 characters being remnants , it doesn't fit with most of their backstories so i'm trying to find something to replace it with , and yeah the talents are switched as i thought it would be fun to explore characters without their usual talents

3: i've finished the characters arcs for the main trio , ive finished chapter 5 and 6 , i have a lot of ideas for plot twists , the only real problem i have is balancing the characters ; i need it so it isn't only about nagito , hajime , chiaki , even if their the ones with the most interesting story and most character development i still need to make sure it's balanced

4. i've had this in my head for awhile , ive thought of scenarios for it , but i never fully wrote it out , my idea actually came from gacha at first ; on youtube i saw all these people making fan games using gacha and that's how the idea got into my head

5. i wanted to explore other dynamics with the characters , and also since nagito is such a complex character i thought it would be fun to over analyze his thoughts and actions , so he got made the protagonist

[blackbird-brewster]

What do you do when you get stuck on a fic (assuming you have)? Sometimes I move on for awhile and come back to it, but I honestly hate that one because now I have a hand full of unfinished fics I'm bouncing between and when I started I was so organized and I was able to focus on one at a time and really delve in to that fic's world....anyway. I read other fics, reread my own, talk to trusted fic friends, sometimes lay down and imagine it out, and of course watch the source material... What do you do?

This is a great question and one I think all of us authors face time and time again.

When I started writing/posting CM fic in 2015, I never planned stuff out. I didn't make outlines or anything really. I just got an idea in my head and wrote it all out til I felt like I had done that idea justice. (Note, I mostly wrote one shots. I only had a few longer form fics)

And then, one day, I just stopped writing altogether. I felt like I had written and published my magnum opus (Head Full of Doubt) and I didn't see the point in writing anymore because I really felt like nothing I wrote could be as important as that one.

So I didn't really write for seven long years.

(Which meant I left a WIP completely unfinished and it was really popular and the last chapter I posted in 2015 was a massive cliff-hanger. Sooooo that sucked for my readers. I am trying to finish that one now... But I have NO OUTLINE and no idea where I was originally heading with it)

Now I'm back writing fic! And outlines are my fave thing, I keep very meticulous notes for long-form works now (Day by day of what's going on in the story and timelines and continuity notes and just about everything else). But of course, I still get stuck (mostly when my characters derail a plot and I just have to follow them by scrapping everything I planned)

When this happens, I mostly let it breathe. I give it a couple of days. I do what you said: talk to friends about it, try and imagine what comes next, etc.

Sometimes, for me, I work backwards when I get stuck. I say 'where do I want this story to end?' and write that down. It can be as general as 'My Blorbos end up together' or very detailed like 'JJ leaves Will, then has a conversation with Emily about it before x, y, z happens'.

Once I have an ending in mind, I start listing small plot points from where the story is currently stuck, to where I want it to end. Any and all ideas that come to me get written down (usually hand written notes, because hand written notes help me when I'm stuck!) and then I sort of start filling out those ideas until I get unstuck.

There's no one way to get 'unstuck', just like there's no one way to write! If you write your story out of order and that works for you, do it! If you want to sit and write the story start to finish, do it!

I'm a bit of both of those, I think. But jotting down notes in a notebook really helps me because I can draw all sort of arrows and rearrange things super easy and have a better visual for my autistic brain to understand easier than if I did all of it in a digital outline.

Literally all my fic notes look like this:

I dunno if any of this is helpful, but this is my weird process!

[bitofthisandthat]

@briilliance​​ said: 💔 - Specifically about Gladstone and Daisy

☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆  ( Love & Romance )

💔 Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened.

Gladstone first went after Daisy for the usual selfish reasons: she was great arm candy, and it was yet another way to drive Donald crazy. ( Be it bragging rights about yet another awesome girlfriend he landed, or a way to make himself feel better about Don being the favored nephew. ) But as he got to know Daisy, he realized she was more than just ‘a fling,’ and she was everything he loved in a woman; tough, spirited, and stubborn. He also got sucked into how she would bend over backwards to baby him and take care of him, even if his Luck could handle all that. He started to really fall for her, but he still kept himself at arms’ length because he was never sure if she wasn’t serious about him either. And after years of going through girls like kleenix not just because he was all about freedom and playing the field, but also because of his intense fear of the goose’s way of bonding for life. He is TERRIFIED of bonding then getting ditched, but nevertheless, he found himself getting attached to her.

All of this he COULD have told her any time, but his own stubborn pride kept him from truly opening up to her beyond superficial fun and games, and ironically THAT is what made Daisy dump him. Glad can be 10000% charming and spoil you rotten and make you feel like a goddess, but he’s so standoffish about his own inner-workings, fears, feelings, etc. that he LOST OUT. Annnnnnnnd Daisy was one of the few women in his life to dump HIM first! He usually is the dumper, not the dumpee, so he was shook to his core for awhile. He holed away in his posh place, and pulled his typical moping, morose act: shades drawn, classical/operatic requiems playing loudly on his stereo system, a constant tumbler of gin or vodka with ice....just sitting around alone feeling sorry for himself. And not taking calls, so no one would witness the “great player Gladstone” weakened over a broken relationship.

After a good stint of solitude, a switch goes off in him, and he dives into his jet-set lifestyle without another thought; and even if thoughts of her is still playing in the back of his mind, he buries himself in the gaming circuit and cheap floozies on a high-stakes gambling tour in the far east...His last stop being in Macaw, lured in with lies by a certain Toad Liu Hai. 

[kaseyskat]

okay I'm giving in and posting this royal au ficlet I wrote awhile ago <3 you're welcome

~~~

anne finds marcy sitting in the gardens.

technically, it's anne's garden. she was given a plot of land upon her sixteenth birthday, when she was officially declared heir to the crown and had the big celebration and everything. it was a tradition in their queendom; every generation of princesses would have a garden that they could add to the courtyard. a timeline, preserved through all of history.

anne had never had much of a green thumb, though, and so she turned ownership of the gardens to marcy instead.

now, the entire area is blossoming, and marcy's installed a small little bench, wreathed in vines and budding flowers. it's gorgeous, and when anne couldn't find marcy in any of her usual hiding spots, she instinctively knew to come and look here.

"hey, marcy," she greets, watching the way marcy startles off of the garden bench, leaping upwards into the mockery of a bow. anne has told her hundreds of times that she doesn't need to bow to anne, not ever, but it's been a habit that marcy's never shaken. anne steps forward to take her arms and carefully nudge her back upright, out of the formal position.

"your highness," marcy says, sounding uncharacteristically flustered. "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

anne huffs. "come on, marmar, it's just us! drop the formalities." keeping her grip on marcy's arms, she leads her over to the bench, guiding them both into a seated position. "I was looking for you. you said you had something to show me today...?"

"oh, right!" marcy laughs nervously, and it doesn't reach her eyes. "I... forgot, about that. it's not ready yet. forgive me, milady."

"you don't need to beg for forgiveness," anne tells her, very seriously. "it's okay. are you okay? you're acting weird."

"I'm okay," marcy says, and she scoffs at the very deadpan look that anne gives her. "really! I'm fine, anne."

"it's not like you to be so spacey," anne points out. she interlocks her hands with marcy's, squeezing lightly. "come on, marmar. you know you can tell me anything."

for a few minutes, it seems like the words and gesture of affection had worked. marcy's brows furrow, and she stares off into space before sighing deeply.

"do you trust me?"

anne blinks. "of course I trust you. you're my shield, my right hand. I'd trust you with my life."

marcy smiles thinly, like the words weren't as reassuring as anne had meant for them to be. "then trust me when I say that everything is just fine, and you don't have to worry about me." she hesitates, and then commits, bringing anne's hands up to her mouth to carefully kiss them, one by one. "if all goes to plan, you'll know what's on my mind soon, okay? but it's not ready yet."

anne flushes at the feeling of marcy's lips against her skin. in fact, she's too flustered to say anything, sputtering mindlessly for an agonizing five seconds.

marcy smiles again, and she stands, tugging her hands away. "I have business to attend to, now. will you be alright to walk back yourself, milady?"

"y-yeah, I'm fine," anne stammers. she stays seated, even as marcy curtsies and then walks away, back into the palace and out of the courtyards.

two days later, assassins attack the palace.

[chloepleasestopdying]

That ask reminded me of a fic I was thinking of awhile back

It started with Chloe right before Rachel disappeared. So their in the what I call ‘LiS’ stage, where they kinda dated but drifted apart and Chloe is actively ignoring it while Rachel is talking to Frank/Jefferson.

One day Chloe shows up at her house and gets shocked by the fact the police are there. (She is kinda afraid they are there for her) Turns out that it’s actually detectives from Seattle. Apparently Max went missing a few days ago and they think she’s in Arcadia Bay. Chloe is dismissive immediately but they still freak her out by telling her that they believe Max is in the middle of mental break down.

They show her Max’s journal and it’s a complete mess. The drawings are all rather dark so are the writings. What freaks her out is that one of the drawings is of her. Her now, with the short blue hair she only did like last week.

The detectives tell them (Because Joyce and David are there) that Max is under the delusion that something is warning her that Chloe is in danger. A few days ago she took cash from her father’s wallet and has avoided the police since.

When Chloe finally leaves she’s shaken up and invites Rachel to hang out in the junkyard so she’s not alone with her worries about Max (which then turns into anger that she’s worrying about someone that hasn’t cared about her in years. also she’s kinda flattered that someone apparently has a delusion about her and then she’s back to the worry and anger again)

And of course Max is there, bloodily nose and all.

She’s exhausted and clearly terrified.

Chloe freaks. Rachel is chill until Max shows that yeah, she DOES think Chloe is in danger.

Apparently she started having black outs a few weeks ago, then someone was writing in her journal and taking other pictures. The writings had a lot of warnings and other dark stuff, worse whoever wrote them knew stuff. Things Max didn’t even know. When the warnings started in on Chloe Max believed them and has been listening to their directions ever since. ���

Chloe wants Max to go home, as she doesn’t really trust the detectives, but Max refuses because the journal was clear. (The fact that the journal told Max exactly what Chloe would say is just another point for ‘do what the journal says or Chloe will die’)

Max convinces Chloe to help her do something which is when Rachel dips. (This is the part I never got around to flushing out) When Max ‘switchs’ during (becoming incredibly serious and steady) it majorly freaks Chloe out.

After ‘her’ Max is back from her Black out Chloe convinces Max that she needs like. Real help. And that she’ll drive Max home in the morning.

Max agrees, they have a little fight when Chloe realizes that Max is only agreeing because the journal says so, and Chloe takes Max to her house to crash.

And guess who is there? The detectives and Max’s parents! Turns out someone saw Chloe and Max around town earlier and calls them.

There is a whole Thing (Where Max’s parents freak out, David gets pissed that Chloe didn’t call the cops immediately etc etc)

And then Max switchs again and freaks everyone out. Besides the detectives. They have a back and forth where Other Max clearly thinks she knows them and the detectives keep brushing them off. Then Other Max drops her bomb shell that she isn’t insane at all and is in fact a time traveler.

This just makes everyone else think she’s insane but the detectives kinda freeze.

Other Max forces them (by stealing their guns and badges) that they are not detectives at all. They actually work for a super powered group where one of their members ‘felt’ Future Max fixing things and wanted to invite (kidnap) Max to join them. The group only knew that Max had powers but not what kind.

Future Max , after they had kidnapped her in one of the other timelines, had decided to play up the crazy bit in order to throw them off what her real powers were.

After telling them that she’s pretty much their boss in like 10 years (and threatening them) she sends the goons on their way.

Then turns to everyone else and is like ‘super sorry about this. It’s probably for the best though. this way they won’t come after anyone, the Dark Room isn’t a thing, and everyone knows I have powers! If not I guess I can mess around until I find another way but hopefully not because I’ve been fucking around with this for like six months.’

Then dips out leaving everyone very confused. Max’s parents put her in therapy because ‘ obviously you have self esteem issues if you are ok gaslighting your self this hard holy shit’ 

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Okay but imagine this: Sometime after Elizabeth died, Mrs. Afton tried divorcing William and getting custody of her remaining children but he managed to cut off all contact with her and the kids. Sad, yes, but then Michael reconnects with her, (and she already knows about what happened to the Crying Child bc of the news) and they team up to end William. Except Michael gets scooped. Then he finds out about Vanessa and things are good for a while but he gives Vanessa to his mom and dies not long after. But Vanessa gets raised by her amazing grandmother and eventually reunites with her dad through the pizzaplex. Idk if this works timeline wise but I wanted to share it.

(Mrs Afton would 100% beat the shit out of Glitchtrap if given the chance.)

WAIT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!!

there’s so many ideas to come from it! like, what if Vanessa became a beta tester for Fazbear Entertainment to try and learn more about her dad? because Mrs. Afton probably told her about Michael, but purposely left out the darker details, so Ness did her own research.

this led me to an idea, which i wrote out here for your enjoyment:

A frantic knock at the front door pulled Mrs. Afton’s mind away from dinner. She lowered the heat on the stove then went to check who was there. She thought it might have just been a delivery person or maybe one of her neighbors asking for something, but instead, she saw that it was her granddaughter.

Vanessa had moved out around five months ago, and although she was struggling with her studies, mental health, and a job, she seemed to have gotten better after getting the opportunity to be a beta tester for an upcoming video game. Mrs. Afton hadn’t been told what the game was, but she didn’t really care as long as it was making her grandbaby happy. And it appeared to do just that, as she was constantly being told over the phone about Vanessa’s funny experiences. She wondered if this unexpected visit was to do just that.

Mrs. Afton opened her mouth to greet her granddaughter, but stopped herself when she really drank in the girl’s appearance: her hair was ragged and oily like it hadn’t been washed in awhile, her clothes were wrinkled and thrown on hastily, she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Mrs. Afton couldn’t see her face from the way Vanessa had her head bowed.

“Vanessa?” she said. “What’s wrong, honey? What are you doing here?”

Vanessa took deep, ragged breaths, then spoke in a croaking voice, “Gran, I think something is wrong.”

She then stumbled forward, and Mrs. Afton’s hand shot out to steady her. Vanessa staggered, leaving bloody footprints across the ground. She must have ran here, which completely tore up the skin on her feet.

“Vanessa, what is it? What’s wrong?” Mrs. Afton said, now concerned. She tried to steady Vanessa’s but only frame, and she felt the girl shaking terribly beneath her fingers. “Talk to me, sweetie. What happened? Did someone hurt you? Do I need to call 911?”

Vanessa shook her head, then let out a heartbreaking sob. “I-I just wanted to know more about my dad! I-I didn’t mean for this to happen! I didn’t know that the tapes were real— I thought the stuff that girl in the recordings was talking about were apart of the game, that HE was just a mechanic, but— but then— I didn’t want to release— I didn’t think— I thought— I never wanted—”

She then let out a gut-wrenching cry of pain, falling to her knees, clutching desperately at her head like it hurt. She clawed at her scalp as though she were trying to dig some parasite out of her brain, choking on sobs that spilled from her lips like blood.

For a moment, Mrs. Afton was shocked, and then she put her head back on her shoulders and knelt down before Vanessa. Vanessa was now completely consumed by a panic attack, stuttering on her breaths, unable to breathe as she tried to apologize for something and asked for help at the same time.

“I didn’t mean— help me— didn’t mean to— you have to help me— I’m so sorry!”

“Vanessa, baby, I need you to breathe,” Mrs. Afton said. “Try to follow me. Do you think you can do that?”

“No— no!” Vanessa wailed. She grabbed onto the sleeves of Mrs. Afton’s shirt and held on with a death grip. Her trembling worsened. “Gran, you have to help me! Please, please help me! Something— something bad happened! He’s— He’s inside of me! I can’t get Him out! Please, god, help me!”

“Vanessa, look at me.”

But when Mrs. Afton lifted Vanessa’s head herself, she realized exactly why her granddaughter hadn’t been looking at her.

Vanessa’s eyes were purple.

A shade of purple Mrs. Afton knew very, very well.

Something lit up in Vanessa’s eyes, like a light turning on, and they began to glow. A horrible smirk curled on her lips.

“Hello again, my love. Long time no see.”

Mrs. Afton squeezed Vanessa tightly, not daring to let go, even when she was staring directly at the thing that still haunted her dreams. She wasn’t going to give him granddaughter up, not to Him.

“You,” she hissed lowly.

“Yes,” He said. “It’s me. And how great it is to be back.”

Vanessa fell limp them, slumping in Mrs. Afton’s arms. She had been released from His grasp—for now.

[authortobenamedlater]

Opened up my Word app to write about a loopy Master Chief and found this, which I wrote before my operation and promptly forgot about.

I owe @ladywolvesbayne for her Subject Eleven in Recompose which kickstarted my he-Cortana idea that had been hanging around for awhile.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever go any further with this idea; for now it’s just me playing. And don’t worry Silververse people—I have one for the TV timeline coming, too.

Takes place shortly after the last cutscene in 4.

—

John didn’t know what he’d expected when he slid Cortana’s chip into his helmet.

He knew that he did not expect a staticky image to appear on his HUD, nor a distorted voice to come through his comm.

“Seek for the sword that was broken, in Imladris—”

John yanked the chip and threw it on the deck like it was on fire.

Did I break her? He thought in a momentary panic.

He couldn’t break her. Cortana was gone.

Then what just showed up in my helmet?

An image materialized on top of the chip. John watched in equal parts terror and intrigue.

“—stronger than Morgul spells,” the hologram said, as if he’d been interrupted mid-sentence.

He.

Not Cortana.

“Who the hell are you?” John demanded.

The hologram turned to face him. “Ah. Hello, Master Chief,” the image greeted amicably. “I’m Anduril.”

“You’re who?”

“Anduril.”

John got down on all fours and peered at his new acquaintance. A dark-haired, not-quite-bearded man dressed all in black, with the same bluish hue Cortana had sported.

In fact, this Anduril looked like a male version of Cortana.

John put that idea out of his head. A male Cortana. How absurd.

And yet….

“All right.” Anduril blinked. “My sister told me you don’t talk a lot—”

“Your what?” John interrupted sharply.

“My sister.” When John didn’t say anything, Anduril went on. “Cortana.”

John leaned down until he was faceplate-to-nose with the tiny avatar. “You have one minute to start making some sense or I’m taking you to Captain Lasky for final dispensation.”

“OK,” Anduril agreed. “But could you please back up? I’m eight inches tall and you’re—”

John didn’t move. “Clock’s ticking.”

“Cortana made me from one of her personality spikes,” Anduril explained. “I’m a…you know, I’m not really sure what I am. A backup? Warning system?”

“Why are you here?” John was never one for chitchat, and right now he was decidedly not in the mood for editorializing.

“That I do know.” Anduril turned serious now. “Cortana’s in trouble, Chief.”

Something icy washed over John’s chest. “Cortana’s gone.”

“No, she isn’t.”

“And you know this how?”

“Because I’m here,” Anduril said. “Cortana designed me to alert if she was compromised or damaged. Not if she was dead. If I’m here, she’s still alive. And she needs you.”

John was just plain exasperated now. “How—”

“Uh, Chief?”

John looked up to find a bewildered-looking Thomas Lasky standing over him.

I came up here for some damn peace and quiet!

“Sir,” John greeted.

Lasky looked at Anduril. “Who’s your new friend?”

—

Yes, I used Boromir’s riddle for Anduril’s “bootup” line. “The sword that was broken” see what I did there?

Cortana creating Anduril from one of her ejected rampant spikes is not a total copy of Recompose but it’s pretty close.

It occurred to me that Anduril should probably glow red, since I seem to remember Anduril the sword glowing red and white, but he IS Cortana’s twin so he can be blue. The analogy can only go so far, I guess.

[comeontaylorspeaknow]

Album Rejects and Timeline of Unreleased Songs (Reddit Taylor Swift Post) By: ThisPaige

Hi, first off I want to say that this is not quite an original post. So I started looking around for this awhile and pulled a couple of postings here off Reddit. Credits to u/vicki296 (here), u/heliandin (here), and u/cruelsummer19 (here).

They all had the most in depth look and dates already spread out and noted in their original links. This is me trying to pull it all together and sort it out for a complete look and find some of the others. There’s also this image: https://imgur.com/a/4i3fwmW that lists all the different demo CDs she was going around with back in the day. With the IC down, I couldn’t really go back and check. I didn't do Fearless because we already have it lol.

Album Cuts:

Speak Now: Let’s Go (Battle), Drama Queen, Castle’s Crumbling, Bother Me

~ Courtesy of r/Swiftie9891, she found Foolish One, His Lies, I Can See You, Someone Just Told Me, Timeless and Wonderful Things also for Speak Now. See her post and excel sheet here!

Red: Nothing New (2012), Unknown collaboration with Ed Sheeran, I Bet You Think About Me, Babe (sold to Sugarland), Better Man (sold to Little Big Town), 14 more unknown

1989: Keep Going, 1989 (rumor)

Reputation: Family, Nothing but a Time We Never Had, Reputation (rumor)

Lover: All of the Girls, Need

Debut and Pre-Debut

2001: Don’t Hate Me for Loving You, Live for the Little Things, Lucky You

2002: Am I Ready For Love (not written by her), Can I Go with You, American Boy, Cross My Heart, Smokey Black Nights

2003 > Your Picture, In the Pouring Rain, This Here Guitar, Sugar, Honey Baby, Gail’s Song, Same Girl, Brand New World, Live for the Little Things, Spinning Around, Mandolin, Tennessee, That’s Life, You Walk Away, One More Day, Christmas Must Be Something More, Fire, Point of View, Baby Blue, My Turn to be Me, Never Fade, I used to Fly, A little more like You, Beautiful Days, One-sided Goodbye, Houston Rodeo, Kid in the Crowd, Lucky You, Mary Jo, Ride On, Half-Way to Texas, Closest to a Cowboy, For You

2004 > Angelina, Beautiful Eyes, Go Slow, Heaven, Someone Loves You, What to Wear, Today, You, Your Face, Your Anything, Dark Blue Tennessee, I Heart ?, Today, Who I’ve Always Been, This Here Guitar, The Diary of Me (likely), Your Picture

2005 > Sweet Tea and God’s Graces,Brought Up That Way , We Were Happy, Welcome Distraction, Wait For Me, Never Mind, Need You Now, What Do You Say, Don't You, Who I've Always Been, I'd Lie, R-E-V-E-N-G-E, Thirteen Blocks, This is Really Happening, Better Off, Brought Up that Way, Tell Me, Making Up for Lost Love

SONY SONGS-RCA DEAL (2004): Brought Up That Way (Acoustic), Me & Britney (Acoustic), Nashville (Acoustic), R-E-V-E-N-G-E (Studio), Ten Dollars & A Six-Pack (Studio), That's When (Acoustic), This Is Really Happening (Acoustic), Under My Head (Acoustic), Wait For Me (Studio x2), Welcome Distraction (Studio)

Sold Songs: Better Man, Babe, Being with My Baby, This is Really Happening, Permanent Marker

With the remaining unreleased songs that I pulled from the Wiki, I took out all the songs that weren't already mentioned above and checked the ones that had been leaked. Then I checked the ASCAP Website to see if any songs had been registered with co-writers. I also listened to the songs that I do have that are circulation to help out find those. Actually all the co-writers were most likely post 2004. I put all my guesses and notes in italics.

Registered songs but I put the estimated dates in the parentheses. I repeated some of the songs from above because I figured that they might have been written around the same time. Edited to include that Scream is registered but I'm unclear where.

Taylor: Foolish One, His Lies, I can See You, Someone Just Told Me, Someone Loves You (2005/06 – based on the lover journals), Timeless, Too Beautiful, Wait for Me (2005), Wonderful Things, You Don’t Have to Call (2005). So Taylor herself wrote these and they could be from any period. The one I put dates on are the ones I have and based it on her voice at the time.

Liz Rose: Acting Like a Boy, All Night Diner, Check out this view, Fall Back on You, Look at You Like That, Love They Haven’t Thought of Yet, Love to Lose, Made You Up, Matches, Perfect I have Loved, Stupid Boy, Thinking ‘Bout You, You Do, Tell Me, Her – We know that Taylor met Liz in April of 2004 and stopped co-writing with her in 2011, so the songs they wrote together were between those times. Not gonna lie all of them sound like from 04/05/ latest 06. I might be making this easy but some of these never leaked, but sound like they’re from the same period.

Patrick Michael Heeney: None of The Above (I’ve never heard this but I looked up the writer and he only does country music so anywhere around 2004 to 2008 maybe, he’s worked on some Eric Church songs)

Matthew Kyle Jenkins: This One’s Different (I’ve never heard this but I looked up the writer and he only does country music so anywhere around 2004 to 2008 maybe. He’s most known for working on Settin the World on Fire with Kenny Chesney and P!nk)

Brett Beavers and Deric J Ruttan: By the Way (2004/05)

Brett Beavers: Being with My Baby (2004/05), Wildflower (2004)

Robert Ellis Orrall: Better Off (2005), Just South of Knowing Why (2005), Need You Now (2005)

Brett D and Brad Warren: Long Time Going (04/05), Welcome Distraction (04/05)

Scooter Carusoe: Pretty Words (2005), Thirteen Blocks (2005)

Liz Rose and Brian Maher: Oh My, my, my (2005), Rain Song (2005 maybe 04), Sweet Tea and God’s Graces (2005), What Do you Say (2005)

Randy Contor and Jodi Marr: Scream (2005)

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These are the songs not registered. We know they are real because they’re all in circulation: Didn’t They, Down Came the Rain, Firefly, I Wished On A Plane, My Cure, Songs About You, Til’ Brad Pitt Comes Along, I Know What I Want, and the IC has Anymore.

Upon Listening to them: Firefly (2002), Didn’t They (2002/03), Down Came the Rain (it was only written by her but lyrics make me think 2005), I Wished on a Plane (2003), My Cure (2005/06), Songs About You (2004), Til Brad Pitt Comes Along (2004), I Know What I Want (2003), Anymore (2003 maybe? It's not leaked).

So this is my comprehensive post! It took me weeks on and off and various google drives to see if I could pin any of these down. In a nutshell I think that she was super busy in 2004 and 2005 coming up with a lot of original songs. I hope you enjoyed reading through this and special thanks to those that I mentioned up at the top!

Original post from Reddit

Post by: ThisPaige

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Things were different now Pt. 3 - Happy to Help {Devi and Paxton}

A/n: as usual, I don’t own these characters, but I love them. This continues to follow the timeline I initially wrote so it does not coincide with season 2 at all. Paxton is a 17 year old with feelings, not a 10 year old before puberty… I hate proofreading so if it’s awful, apologies. Umm… so sorry it’s a year late.. and honestly, I kinda hate parts of it, but here we are nonetheless. Hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff, angst, phobias, I think that’s it.

Part one, Part two

Don’t forget to check out my Masterlist!

“Hey, baby,” Ben greeted her in a sing-song voice.

“Morning, Ben,” Devi replied as Ben laid a kiss to her cheek, and took the seat next to her.

“Why didn’t you come by for breakfast this morning?” he asked.

Devi felt her eyes grow wide momentarily. She had been going to Ben’s for breakfast before school all last week, telling her mom they were studying. It wasn’t a formal date though, and she hadn’t thought to plan an excuse. “Uh…” she scrambled, feeling the room close in as people filled the desks behind and on her other side. “I’m not feeling well,” she lied. “I overslept.”

She averted her gaze from Ben to dig a pencil out of her backpack from where it sat on the floor to her right. When she tried to unzip her pencil holder though, it got stuck and she flung it, one-handed, onto the floor. As she reached down to grab it, the person sitting next to her reached down to help too, and when she looked up, Paxton was grinning back at her.

“Morning, Vishwakumar. Long time, no see.”

Devi tried to swallow past a large lump in her throat. “Morning, Paxton,” she returned hesitantly, noting his hair was still damp and that it added curl to his hair that usually he used product to tame.

Devi had her first swim lesson with Paxton that morning before school. It’s not that she was hiding it from Ben, her boyfriend. It was just that she didn’t feel ready to tell him about it… so yeah, she was hiding it from him. Not because of Paxton though! She was hiding it because of her.

Not even Devi’s mom knew how afraid she was of being in the water since her paralysis was triggered. Prior to that, she loved swimming. It was the only sport she was at all inclined to and she even considered trying out for team sophomore year until she went crazy and lost her legs.

She tried to move past it. Well, kind of. Her physical therapist thought aquatic therapy may help strengthen and facilitate the functional return of her legs. Instead, it resulted in her screaming and hyperventilating in Dan’s arms as he struggled to get her back to the lift out of the pool. Devi begged Dan not to tell her mom about her newfound fear and promised she would discuss it with Dr. Ryan. Her physical therapist agreed, and Devi never mentioned it to anyone again. Until Paxton.

“You want to swim?” He repeated back, puzzled as they sat on the couch in the garage. “I’ve seen you swim.”

“When?”

“Your freshman year…” he trailed off as realization dawned on him.

Devi didn’t know Paxton had any idea who she was until she propositioned him at the beginning of school this year. He remembered her from the year before? He remembered her before she lost her legs?

“Yeah… I haven’t been able to since…”

“So when you fell in the pool at Gross’s party…?” Paxton filled the silence for her.

“I’m really glad you pulled me out otherwise it would have gotten way more embarrassing,” she admitted.

She saw his jaw clench before his next question, “Why didn’t your friends help you?”

“Um…” she took a deep breath to muster the courage up to tell him, “they don’t know… nobody knows.”

And then he gave her that same deep, calculated look. The look he gave her when they were in his car so many weeks ago. The look he gave her before they kissed. Before he kissed her.

He agreed instantly after that. And things went mildly well that morning. She wasn’t able to get in the water, so instead, she sat next to the edge of the pool and watched Paxton swim for awhile and then they talked.

She was surprised by how patient Paxton had been with her especially since she dragged him out of bed earlier than necessary. He told her it was a process though, and he agreed to help her through it. Her heart felt full when he said that. She probably would have read too far into it in the past, but things were different now.

Devi knew she would have to tell Ben eventually that she was spending so much time with Paxton, but she just didn’t want him to overreact. He knew how much she had pined for Paxton before they started dating, and even though she and Paxton were friends only now, it wouldn’t change the threat he posed in her boyfriend’s mind.

you and PHY seem awfully chummy - Fab

Devi looked over her shoulder at her friends after reading Fabiola’s text message. Both Fab and Eleanor were giving her pretty pointed looks, and Devi just responded with a grimace and raised eyebrows. This whole friends thing sounded so easy with Paxton when they were sitting on his couch in the middle of the night. No one else was around, no one could pass judgment. Things were going to be a little harder in practice.

Fortunately, class was pretty uneventful. Mr. Shapiro started a new unit, they went over the lesson, and they were dismissed. Devi gathered her things quickly and hurried out of the room without waiting for her friends, her boyfriend, or Paxton. Of course, Paxton was her friend, so she didn’t know why she listed him in his own category.

“Hey,” the object of her musings appeared beside her locker.

Devi jumped at the sound of his voice, but managed to somewhat recover. “Hey, what’s good, playa?”

Paxton smirked at her with warm eyes. “Just wanted to check on you now that it’s been a couple hours.”

“Oh! Honestly, I feel good. Watching you actually helps me calm down,” she said before realizing how it sounded. “I mean, not that I just watch you, but I mean, watching you swim… it’s nice to see how you glide through the water… it’s like a white noise machine.”

“Right,” Paxton replied slowly after a beat. “Well you should come by today after school. I have an idea.”

She nodded as he walked away down the hall. Before Devi’s imagination could get the better of her though, her friends replaced Paxton in her line of vision.

“What is going on?” Fabiola asked bluntly.

“Yeah, are you and Paxton hooking up behind Ben’s back?”

“What? Of course not!” Devi was outraged. How could they think she would do that? “Paxton is my friend.”

“Since when?”

“Yeah, last thing we knew, you went there for dinner for his sister and it got hella weird,” Eleanor added. “What gives?”

Devi had not shared the one on one conversations she and Paxton had with her friends. Sure, the initial apology after dinner would probably be okay. Having a drink with Paxton in the garage at 2 o’clock in the morning after catching him in his underwear with an erection? No, there was no good way to relay that encounter.

“Um..” Devi hesitated. She couldn’t tell them the truth now after hiding her fear for so long, and then telling Paxton before telling them. They’d think she was a bad friend. “I’m tutoring him,” she lied. “Yeah, he’s got to get his grades up to meet the minimum for Stanford swimming to offer him a scholarship so I’m helping him.”

“Does Ben know?” Eleanor asked as Devi’s phone pinged in her pocket.

She pulled her phone out and read the message from Paxton, don’t forget to bring your suit ;), and she felt her cheeks heat up. “No,” she told Eleanor absentmindedly. “No, he doesn’t know.”

“Well, are you going to tell him?” Fabiola prodded.

Devi shook herself out of her daze and really heard her friends’ questions. “No, not right now. You guys know he would freak out if he knew Paxton and I were spending time together no matter how platonic. I’ll tell him eventually but everything is still so new, I don’t want to wreck it.”

Her friends’ judgment was evident, but Devi couldn’t let that bother her. Paxton was helping her confront one of her deepest fears, and she didn’t need to feel guilty about that. Instead, she chose to focus on making the most of her time with Paxton and enjoying their friendship while hopefully ridding her of her phobia.

Devi knocked briefly before letting herself into the Hall-Yoshida garage. It was empty and so she dropped her bag and plopped down onto the couch. It was almost funny, Devi thought. Things were so different now. A few months ago, she was terrified entering this space. She’d freaked, cut her leg open and bolted. Even the last time she’d been here, she’d tried to quietly reflect and calm her nerves after having one of her sexual fantasies manifest in the form of actually seeing Paxton Hall-Yoshida in his underwear with a boner. Now, she just comes right in and —

“Make yourself at home,” Paxton’s voice broke her from her thoughts.

She intended to make a sarcastic retort, but was caught off guard by him being in swim trunks already, and not the tight spandex trunks he wore for the swim team. No, these were normal, red and black trunks. They were entirely less revealing, outside of showing off his muscled chest, but they weren’t a uniform. Something about Paxton being voluntarily half naked and not bleeding from the hand had Devi looking at him dumbly from across the room.

“Devi, you good?” He asked cautiously, coming to sit next to her.

Her gaze trailed down from his collarbone to his pecs, to his abs, to his… her eyes grew wide as she realized she was openly ogling him. She snapped her eyes back to his to find him grinning at her.

“Everything okay?” He asked again. She nodded dumbly in response. “Good. Why don’t you go change? I have an idea that may work to start.”

“Okay, I’ll go change in the bathroom and meet you back here?”

“Nah, just come out to the back yard.”

Completely disrobed in the bathroom, Devi had another decision to make. Two suits. She brought two bathing suits with her both that morning and in the afternoon. She hadn’t even bothered to change before class that morning because just entering the aquatic center was enough to bring her near hyperventilation. She couldn’t do that again, and to be fair, if Paxton had a pool, it was news to Devi. And she asked him to help her swim. If that’s what she really wanted, then she needed to trust Paxton and let him help her. That meant she had to choose: black, Speedo one-piece or bubble gum pink bikini?

“Why’d you even bring both, Devi?” She asked her reflection.

She wasn’t sure she was ready to answer that question. She knew things were different now. She was dating Ben, and Paxton was her friend. That was her choice… it was just a much easier choice to make when she and Paxton weren’t speaking to each other. If she was honest, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Paxton since their middle of the night encounter last week. He was right when he said they had come a long way. She had come a long way, becoming more comfortable around him, and seeing him on an equal level versus the Adonis pedestal she placed him on in the past. Then he became real.

Paxton became more than the unattainable sex god that riddled her darkest fantasies. He became someone she could talk with, laugh with, open up to. He became her friend. Her friend that was still a sex god that riddled her darkest fantasies… these were the thoughts that had her leaning toward the far more revealing bikini for their lesson that afternoon.

She had a boyfriend though, a boyfriend she very much liked. Sure, she and Ben were unkind to each other in the past. He had routinely referred to her by a boy’s name, called her unfuckable, and yeah, he started the rumor that she faked her paralysis freshman year. She played her own role in their antagonistic relationship though, and all that was behind them anyway. Ever since his party, Ben had been much nicer to her. Of course, that was including when he tried to kiss her while still dating Shira… but obviously, that was because he had feelings for her that when he was sober, he wasn’t ready to confront yet. He had been there for her like no one else had. He deserved a good girlfriend. That was Devi’s last thought on the subject before donning the black athletic one piece.

The first thing Devi saw when she stepped onto the patio made her heart catch in her throat. A hot tub. It was too big. It was too much. Too much. She couldn’t get in a hot tub. It was already way too hot, Devi thought, feeling the air get thicker around her. Her throat felt constricted and she wondered how anyone was as able to breathe in these conditions. It felt impossible.

“Devi! Are you okay?” She heard Paxton ask faintly.

Her head began shaking back and forth frantically, but she didn’t feel like she was the one controlling it. Instead, it was moving of its own accord, and her voice didn’t sound like her own when she said, “I can’t get in the hot tub.”

Two strong hands grasped her waist and physically turned her so her back was to the offending item. It was then she saw Paxton. His eyes searched hers desperately before a hand came to cradle her face. She immediately felt herself relax into his touch just enough that she could take a breath.

“Hey, you’re okay. I got you,” he cooed. “I know you’re not ready for that, and that’s okay. Just take a deep breath.”

She still felt like she was gulping for air, but her body melted into his as he pulled her in for a hug. They just stood like that until she could regain control of her breathing. When she did, Paxton gently released her and Devi was honestly surprised by how disappointed she was to not be in his arms any longer.

“You good?” He asked cautiously. She nodded sheepishly. “Cool. Let’s get away from this so you can see what I have set up for you.”

She nodded again and let him take her hand to lead her deeper into the backyard. When she saw it, she couldn’t believe the relief that flooded her.

“A slip n slide?” She huffed out.

“A slip n slide!” He dropped her hand to raise his arms victoriously. “I looked up some stuff about phobias and I think it’ll help. It’s called exposure treatment. We’ll start slow and work your way up.”

“You researched phobias?”

“Well, yeah,” he nodded. “And I’ll be here for you the whole time.”

Devi felt herself smile. Paxton really took the time to try to figure out how to help her. No throwing her in the deep end of the pool, but actually holding her hand through this. Being by her side while they figured it out together. She couldn’t believe how lucky she felt to have him in her life at that moment.

It wasn’t a very fancy slip n side, most likely he’d had it in the shed since he and Becca were kids. It was still in good shape though and he’d placed it over a decline at the end that allowed for pooling of water. He had the hose running and ready, but when they stepped up to the start, it became infinitely more intimidating.

As though he could sense her apprehension, Paxton said, “how about I go first, and then you can try?”

She tried to swallow past the lump in her throat in order to respond. When she wasn’t successful, she nodded. Paxton gave her a weak grin, and reached out to squeeze her shoulder. It was probably a measure of reassurance, and it worked for a moment, but the minute his touch was gone, her nerves settled in again.

“Okay, so you want to get a running start so you go faster through the slide,” he told her, taking four to five steps back. “You ready?”

“Ready,” she choked out after a beat of silence.

Paxton took off, and dove smoothly onto the track. Devi felt her anxiety melt away as he slid down the track on his stomach. It was almost like watching his perfect strokes through the water, and something about watching him made her forget her fear. Then he crashed into the small wading pool at the end of the slide, and just like that Devi’s breath was stuck in her throat again, and it felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over her head.

When Paxton stood up, he immediately sought her gaze for eye contact. Just as quickly, he seemed to notice how her panic rose again.

“Devi,” he called down to her. “You can do this, okay? Don’t think about the water, just focus on me.” She could feel how wide her eyes were and her mouth was starting to dry out as it hung open, but Paxton’s encouragement started to wear her down when he said, “Come to me, Devi. I got you.”

She took a steadying breath and barely nodded before stepping a few paces back like Paxton had. Paxton continued to cheer her on and beckon her to his open arms as she fought her body to cooperate with her. Finally, after another deep breath, Devi let out a guttural scream, her war cry, and ran toward the slide. She slid onto her stomach much like Paxton had and did not have the good sense to close her mouth until it was filled with hose water. It got her choked up again and it was difficult to catch her breath, but just as quickly as she started, she was plunged into the wading pool. Before she had a chance to panic-swallow more water, Paxton’s strong arms hauled her to a standing position and she collided with his chest in a tight hug.

“You did it!” He whispered triumphantly. “You did great, I’m so proud of you.”

“I did it,” she breathed, arms clutched tightly around his shoulders as though he would disappear if she let go. “I did it,” she repeated, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Devi and Paxton worked with the slip n slide for three more weeks, and it was amazing how quickly she was improving. Each time, Paxton was there to catch her at the end of the slide, and she grew more confident with each trip.

“So do you have plans this weekend?” Paxton asked, passing her a towel.

“Probably just studying for the history test,” she replied, drying her hair gently.

“With Gross?”

They hadn’t talked about Ben at all during their sessions. She had also skirted the issue of spending so much time with Paxton by telling her boyfriend that she’d been assigned a new student to tutor. She didn’t tell him it was Paxton. Things had been calm the last few weeks despite how crazy the first months of the semester had been. If she was honest, she hadn’t spent much time with or thought much about Ben that week at all. Things were going so well with Paxton and their sessions that she spent most of her time looking forward to the next time she’d be in his backyard in her bathing suit.

“Uh.. I don’t know. Probably him, Fab, and Eleanor, I guess,” she told him. “Or by myself. I don’t really have anything planned.”

“Would you…” he trailed off quietly before finding his voice again. “Would you maybe want to study here… with me?”

Devi felt herself smile. “Sure, I mean, my friends think I’m tutoring you anyway so that would make sense.”

“What?”

She breathed through another smile at how his brow furrowed, but rolled her eyes at herself before answering him. “I had to have a reason for why we’re talking so much more at school… so I told them I was tutoring you.”

Paxton’s head dropped as he huffed out a laugh. “You’re really good at lying, huh?”

“No! I just… get nervous about how people will react to stuff so sometimes it’s just easier to say something else.”

He nodded. “Well, you better tutor me then. ‘Cause if I fail this test, your whole story falls apart,” he said taking a step closer to her.

“Maybe you just don’t listen to me,” she grinned.

He took another step forward, this time into her personal space. “Impossible,” he countered, “have you met you?”

Devi’s smile grew before she realized how close Paxton really was to her. It wasn’t his actual proximity. They’d been closer physically than ever in these recent weeks, but something felt different that time. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and there was electricity in the air. He seemed to feel it too, and shook himself free before taking the towel back from her. That only allowed him to take in the full view of her from top to bottom, forcing Devi to close her eyes so she didn’t feel the full force of his gaze.

She heard Paxton swallow, then clear his throat, and then he took a step back. Devi chose then to meet his gaze, and found the same calculating look she’d now seen a total of three times. He had a depth she hadn’t previously credited him with. Now that she’d seen it, it was hard to ignore.

“Uh.. yeah, I think we could study together.”

Paxton grinned crookedly at her. “Cool,” he licked his lips before changing the subject. “Why don’t you go ahead and change, and then I’ll take you home.”

“That’s okay, I can I walk.” Devi said quickly. “I mean, I’d like to walk. Helps me clear my head.”

“Oh.. okay.”

Devi didn’t feel like she took another breath until she was shut in the bathroom of the Hall-Yoshida residence. Was Paxton really flirting with her? Did he really check her out like she thought he had? She’d been so wrong about so many of their encounters in the past, but… he did kiss her. Paxton Hall Yoshida was her first kiss and it was only a couple months ago. Maybe he really liked her. Maybe they —

A text message on her phone cut off her internal rambling. When she read it, her breath caught in her throat again:

Why are you at Paxton’s?

Fuck. Ben.

How could she forget about Ben? Here she was going down the Paxton rabbit hole again when she had Ben, her actual boyfriend. Things were different now though. She wasn’t sure exactly when they changed, but she knew they had.

She quickly typed out a response and then changed into her dry clothes.

***

“So Paxton is the student you’re tutoring?

“Uh.. yeah, kinda,” Devi told Ben. “Paxton is my friend, but I am helping him study.” It wasn’t technically a lie anymore now that they’d made plans for Saturday.

“Anything else you want to tell me?”

“What are you accusing me of, Ben?”

“Obviously, I’m the only one committed to this relationship. You’re still just drooling over some dick that wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

Devi scoffed, as the wind left her sails. She knew Ben would be hurt, and she expected him to be jealous that she was spending time with Paxton. She didn’t expect him to say Paxton wouldn’t want anything to do with her. She didn’t expect him to imply that she wasn’t good enough for Paxton. Like Ben was doing her some great, big favor by dating her. Once a UN, always a UN, she guessed.

“You know, I came here ready to explain myself, ready to apologize. Maybe you’re right though. Maybe you’re the only one committed to this relationship. God knows, I don’t want to be in a relationship where it’s okay to talk to me like that.”

Ben’s eyes widened, and Devi watched the color drain from his face. “No, Devi, I didn’t mean” —

“You didn’t mean to, not accuse me of cheating on you, but instead, accuse me of so desperately wanting to cheat on you that I would be the lap dog to a different guy?”

Devi really thought Ben deserved an explanation. That was why she went to his house. She realized though, she didn’t owe him anything. Ben had been the constant ignition to Devi’s insecurities. She thought that would stop when they became boyfriend and girlfriend, but no. Instead, he wanted to keep them together by making her feel unwanted by anyone else. She knew better though.

“Devi” —

“You are seriously the textbook ‘nice guy,’ aren’t you?” She air quoted. “Well, I don’t need any of that. I think we’re done here.”

Ben is canceled.

Devi felt oddly satisfied when she sent the text to Fabiola and Eleanor. She thought she would feel guilty after their encounter, but honestly, she felt liberated. Ben had been there for her when no one else was, and he showed that he cared about her. Still, when confronted with the idea that she may want to spend time with someone else, he immediately turned on her. Red flag. Big red flag.

Her friends immediately made plans to have a sleepover at Eleanor’s the following night. They wanted all the details. When Devi happily supplied them, they encouraged her as enthusiastically as she expected.

“Yes, girl,” Eleanor cried, giving her snaps when she told them she wouldn’t let Ben talk to her that way.

“You’re a strong, independent woman, and you don’t need some small little white boy trying to keep you down,” Fabiola bolstered.

“Thanks, guys. That brings me to my next problem though.” And for the first time, she told her friends about when she and Paxton kissed, how her mom had yelled at them the next day and called Paxton stupid, and how he’d left her a voicemail because he’d come to see her while she was in Malibu with her family. They were shocked to say the least.

“So what’s your problem?”

“Wondering exactly how long the pole is that Paxton would touch you with?” Eleanor asked suggestively.

Nope, that is definitely not the issue, Devi thought as she recalled seeing Paxton in his underwear. No, she knew exactly how big a tent that pole could support. The question was, was she misinterpreting their relationship?

“No… I mean, do you think he could like me?”

“Well, he definitely liked you enough to kiss you, but you also chose Ben over him,” Fabiola recapped. “That’s a tough blow.”

“But he wants to spend time with Devi anyway,” Eleanor argued. “I mean, you guys have study sessions almost every afternoon.”

“Right,” Devi trailed off as she considered her encounters with Paxton since she and Ben started dating. How he’d been respectful of her relationship, never once putting Ben down or asking why she had decided to go out with him. She thought about what a good friend he’d been of late with their sessions. She thought about how close she felt to him, and how she wasn’t exaggerating their closeness like she had at the beginning of the school year. She didn’t need to dress up or fabricate the things he said or did to her anymore. Everything was really happening.

“Do you want us to come tomorrow and assess the situation?”

Devi considered Eleanor’s offer, but finally shook her head. “No, I think this is one I have to sort out myself.”

***

“Alright, who coined the term ‘Cold War’ in the British press in October 1954?” Devi asked, looking up at her companion.

“I don’t know… Russia?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, George Orwell. You’re right, my reputation as a nerd and the best tutor in school is on the line.”

“Shut up, this stuff’s hard. We’re not all Devi Vishwakumar,” he bumped her with his elbow.

“You’re smart too though. How did you know all that stuff about Hinduism or phobias?”

“That’s different. That’s interesting stuff.”

Devi felt her cheeks heat up, and chose to stare at her textbook. Would Paxton find those things interesting if they weren’t directly related to her? Was it his way of saying that she was interesting or important to him? She chanced a glance toward him to see him was also very deliberately staring at his book. She briefly wondered why before he looked up sharply and slapped his knee.

“I guess we have a lot to get through then if we’re going to save your rep. Better get to it.”

“Yeah… for sure,” she said slowly before continuing to quiz him.

A couple hours, some poptarts and pizza rolls later, they had significantly improved Paxton’s knowledge of the subject matter. They both were thrilled with his progress.

“Okay, let’s come full circle,” Devi said. “Who coined the term ‘Cold War?’”

“George Orwell… in the British press… in 1954,” he finished sitting back in his chair confidently.

“Yes! Good job, dude. You picked up on this stuff, no problem!” She smiled.

“Well, you’re a good teacher,” he smiled back, leaning forward.

“You’re a good student,” she told him, biting her bottom lip and leaning forward towards him.

Paxton glanced at her lips briefly before licking his own. She thought, this was it. He was going to kiss her. Instead, Paxton blinked, his eyes staying closed a little longer than normal, and sighed before scooting his chair away from the table.

“Uh.. my parents won’t be home from work for a few hours, and Becca is at a friend’s house if you want to hangout some more,” he suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. “We could drag the slip n slide out?”

Devi smiled. “Umm… I think I’m ready for the next challenge.”

“Yeah?” Paxton asked disbelievingly. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I want to try.”

“Alright,” he smiled with a nod. “I’ll get changed and we’ll head out there.”

Once Devi was closed in the bathroom again, she pulled her suit out of her bag. Pink bikini, don’t fail me now.

After a quick change, and plucking any stray hairs, Devi opened the bathroom door to see Paxton waiting on the other side. Her confidence faltered as he took in her appearance. His brow nearly disappeared into his hairline, and she noticed him swallow before exhaling slowly.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, totally okay,” he responded, finally meeting her eye. “I, uh, wanted to walk you out so we could avoid as strong a reaction as last time… We’re in this together, right?”

She nodded, appreciating his support. Together.

It seemed like such a good idea before. Before she was standing in front of a large container filled with water. Water that she would have to submerge herself in.

Already drowning in her own fear, Devi didn’t hear Paxton talking to her until she felt him take her hand.

“Hey, Devi,” he called, waving his other hand in her face. “Can you hear me?”

She blinked longer than usual to clear her head before finding his gaze again. “Yeah, sorry. I was just spiraling.”

“Listen, you don’t have to do this right now. There’s no pressure, okay?”

“I know,” she nodded, licking her lips apprehensively. “I want to do this. You won’t leave me, right?”

He smiled. “We’re in this together, Vishwakumar.”

With that, she carefully made her way up the steps, and stepped into the hot water. Paxton held her hand the whole way. The best part of using the hot tub? The heat further distracted her from her fear that she didn’t even realize Paxton was touching her for a moment. It wasn’t until she was sitting down and should have been relaxing that her anxiety began to spike again.

“Hey, breathe, okay? I’m right here,” Paxton’s hand slipped from hers to wrap around her shoulders.

Without thinking, without meaning to, Devi dropped her head into the crook of Paxton’s neck. Her arms clung to his waist desperately, willing her breathing to level out. She felt Paxton’s other arm come around to encircle her, and it had the very calming effect she assumed he intended. As her breathing returned to a normal pace, Devi found she felt almost sleepy. She felt warm, not because of the water, but inside. It was like her body was humming, like everything was fuzzy. She let out a deep sigh of relief, and felt Paxton shift slightly against her.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. She wondered if he could feel how peaceful things were in that moment. No, he probably just wanted to make sure she hadn’t passed out.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “This helps.”

“Yeah? Like watching me helps?”

“I can’t explain it, and I know it doesn’t make any sense especially because I’m such a disaster when we talk,” she rambled before taking a steadying breath, “but watching you, touching you, calms me down.”

Paxton took a shaky breath, and Devi pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes were closed, cheeks flushed. She loved seeing him like this. Vulnerable, as though she affected him as much as he affected her. This time, she thought, I’ll kiss him.

Before Devi could lean forward, Paxton abruptly put space between them. One hand remained on her shoulder, but his head was hanging his eyes were closed.

“Devi,” he started before letting out a long sigh, “I am trying so hard. I mean, I love spending time with you and I want to be here for you. I want to be a good friend to you, but you’re killing me.”

“What?”

“You have a boyfriend,” he replied emphatically. “I don’t really know why, but you do. And all this,” he gestured between them, “feels a lot like cheating, and I’m not down for it.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” the words came tumbling out, “no, no, no. No, that’s on me. Paxton” —

“Devi, I like you,” he cut her off. “Not in the ‘I want to reinstate our sex agreement’ way, but like, I really like you. I hate studying! But you make it fun. I love the way you spit out that first five thoughts that pop into your head at any given moment. I love that you trust me to tell me your deepest fear that no one else knows, and I love that we’ve been able to work through it together. I don’t know if I can do this anymore though.”

“Sorry I didn’t interrupt, you really seemed like you were on a roll, but,” she paused to take another deep breath, “I don’t… have a boyfriend anymore.”

“What?”

“Things are different now. I broke up with Ben two days ago, and… I really like you too. I never wanted just sex from you. I just never thought we’d be here right now.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

She shook her head, shyly looking down at the water. Her bottom lip found it’s way between her teeth, barely suppressing her smile. She felt his hand slip from her shoulder and snake it’s way around her waist. She looked up as he pulled her body into his so close that their breath mingled.

“Should we make another toast?” She asked nervously.

His forehead pressed against hers as he laughed. When he regained his composure, he looked in her eyes warmly. “Later.”

And for the second time, Paxton Hall-Yoshida’s lips were on hers, and it. was. electric. Somehow, it was even better than the first time. She felt everything else melt away, and it was just the two of them floating through space. Nothing else mattered for that moment. She wasn’t sure when she ended up in his lap, but she wound her arms around his neck all the same before her hands found his curly hair. Under other circumstances, she may have worried that her own hair had become so frizzy that he wouldn’t find her attractive. She realized though, she didn’t have to worry about that. No, as Paxton gripped her hips tighter, she knew very well that he was attracted to her.

This was everything she ever wanted, except it was better. Paxton’s hand came up to cradle her face as his tongue massaged hers in a way that made her spine tingle. Devi was so engrossed in having the greatest moment of her life, she didn’t hear the back door open.

“Wooooo!” Becca hollered as they jumped apart. “Finally!”

“Becca, get out of here!” Paxton yelled, splashing his sister. She laughed, making a comment about being safe as she went back inside.

“So… your sister’s home,” Devi said. They sat awkwardly for a moment before both breaking into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, mood ruined, I guess.”

“Well, I know one thing: this is the happiest I’ve felt in any body of water in a year.”

He huffed out a laugh, eyes finding his lap before meeting her gaze again. “Happy to help.”

<< Part 2

[mother-of-wisp]

Tokyo Mew Mew New: A review so far and why I’ve stayed silent

So I know I had made a post before about how I’d go episode per episode, reviewing the new reboot series. I actually still have my full post in drafts of the very first episode of TMM New, but I’ve sat on it for awhile. Why?

Spoilers Ahead Beware

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So I watched the first episode of the reboot series and felt….hopeful. It was nice to see beloved characters back on the screen with a fresh look. Even seeing an iconic scene brought back some happy nostalgia and made me happy that they chose to keep it. However, hopeful is the keyword here. It meant that I hoped there would be more to come; more content that proved of a worthy reboot, of a well done reboot. Again, I wrote my optimistic review but it also had a lengthy list of cons. I decided to keep it in drafts, hoping my harsh critique was just a one-off impression from a first episode. I thought as more episodes turned out, perhaps I’d end up being pleasantly surprised. Maybe it’s a slow burner!

Nope. It never picked up for me.

With each passing episode, I felt less and less hopeful that it would live up to the expectations I previously had for such a beloved anime’s reboot.

By no means do I consider myself a TMM purist. I think anyone who’s read the manga knows that the original anime didn’t exactly follow the manga. The timeline of events differed in the anime from the manga, and back then, anime studios often used their creative freedom to make filler episodes that were often not originally derived from the manga storylines at all. But even so, the original TMM did filler episodes in a not so annoying way. The added content, though not necessary, was appreciated. It made sense, lore wise; it built character, literally. It helped us grasp better senses of the world and characters introduced to us through the form of animation, so it’s not even like the filler episodes were meaningless.

And yet, the reboot, which follows the timeline of arc events mostly correctly, ends up losing its character. It loses the story’s moxie and oomph. With this reboot, I feel nothing for the characters I loved. They feel like cheap copies made for money and solely money. It feels like whoever directed this reboot did it with sole intention of pumping out a generic magical girl anime, because they knew that TMM was a pioneer in the genre anyway. But just bc something pioneered a genre doesn’t mean you get to take out all the unique characteristics that made the OG anime it’s OWN thing! Sailor Moon and TMM were the same genre, but so starkly different within their own creative avenues. I felt like the original TMM had this very strong duality of dramatic undertones coupled with colorfully overtly feminine visuals, and it worked beautifully to deliver its very serious messages. It was a magical girl anime, and yes it was a romance in a sense, but it was also so much more than just “an anime for little girls” though it was meant to be perceived as such.

I can go on and on about why the reboot is bad, but I’ll just end my review of Tokyo Mew Mew Reboot with this:

I feel like although they were going for timeline accuracy, it falls flat with building character and therefor falls flat on building a relationship with the audience.

It feels as if there’s no heart in the show. It has been made to seem and feel very generic and fast paced. The pacing in itself, though again closer to the manga source, somehow feels too rushed in the form of animation. Bc of this, it now feels rushed and uncared for.

The characters and show itself have somehow been made overtly annoying even though they’re basically the same characters we know and love. Something just isn’t right here.

Bc of all this. I will indeed watch the show to the end, but I will not review it. If it ends up surprising me, maybe I’ll make another post.

As a long time fan, this breaks my heart. I’d rather read the manga or watch the OG anime. Seriously. I’d do either 100 times over if it somehow meant this reboot could’ve been made better. I would’ve waited another decade or so. But this is just such a disappointment. Such a miss. What feels like such an obvious cash grab at playing with nostalgia.

[wowtobio]

pls feed me with ur incredible writing. Iwa angst bc I haven't cried in a while lol.

Cheater! Iwaizumi x reader (angst)

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a/n: haha this made me laugh, ur too kind my writing is not that good so i cannot guarantee tears

It’s been awhile since I wrote my guy iwa and angst, hopefully this doesn’t turn out too bad eheh this is also sort of like an 800 followers special. Thank you all so much for following and reading my works, i cannot express it any other way :)

warning: angst, cursing, slight mentions

Part 1 | Part 2

You expected this to happen, as hard as it is to swallow the bitter truth that threatened to burn down your whole marriage. This man, what happened? The time he would sacrifice in order to spend just some time with you, only now consumed by his company forcing him to work overtime presumably. The words he spoke to you, full of meaning were now void of emotion and as cold and sharp as icicles hanging from the rooftop edge during winter nights. The love and adoration his eyes used to hold catered only for you.

Where did it go?  

Suddenly, the golden band adorned with emerald jewels did not shine as brightly as it used too. Though you kept yours on, it seems his own band was often absent. But you bit your lip, afraid to voice out queries that could end up in another pointless argument. 

The door shut hard, yet you do not jump from your seat like you used too. Keeping your blank eyes forward staring at the static of the television. No words, no welcomes were heard. 

The calming night breeze coming from an open window only served to add more coldness in the living room.

Recently, all the nagging you did would not serve you both justice. You were only worried for your husband, why did it seem like all he did was yell at you? A simple question concerning what was for dinner would always end up in heated words. 

“You can eat alone.” 

“But, I just wanted to eat dinner with you, I waited so lo-”

“And why should I care? Just leave me be I’m too tired to deal with you right now.”

But, you always seem like you don’t want to deal with me..

Soon, it all ceased to exist. Any conversation or fight in this matter, it all scurried away as fear of more spiteful words would dig deep into your chest and sting greatly. 

But tonight was different, you just missed him so much.

Standing slowly, you trudge behind him wordlessly wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his broad back. He stands frozen, you wish you could see his facial expression. Iwaizumi’s gaze is casted down at the arms enveloping him.

You guessed your arms were pretty skinny now, when was the last time you even had a proper meal? 

You tried to ignore the feminine, floral fragrance that lingered on his button up, a scent you know for sure you did not use. 

Minutes passed, what felt like hours. After Iwaizumi snapped out of his state, he easily shrugged you off and continued to your once shared bedroom. And all you could do was hold out your now empty arms and stare at his receding form.

No tears shed, you ran out of them awhile ago. However, that familiar aching pain still stirred deep within your gut.

Another night on the couch it seems.

When was the last time you were happy? Your friends voice concern for your well-being, the sparkle in your eyes now dulled to a mere dull light. Eventually you stopped hearing their distressed voices when you started to decline their offers of going out.

There was no point in forcing yourself to go anywhere anymore. It was more convenient to mask yourself as to not cause anymore worry.

But, this one night you decided to go out. Maybe it was to escape the realms that reminded you of your dying relationship. You texted Iwaizumi, it’s been awhile since you clicked on his contact. And of course, no response. Probably didn’t even glance at the notification. 

Whatever, you gulped down another shot, your step wobbled slightly. Things did not change, your friends held the same hidden worries for you. 

Was it a coincidence that his best friend was there? I mean he was quite the party animal nowadays. His casual, flirty tone ignored by you. Until you voiced heading home early, not wanting to keep your husband waiting. Oikawa’s eyes darkened, he knew something you didn’t. 

And that something was met with you when you quietly open the door to your shared apartment. The thumping of your heart was probably louder than the one heard from your shared bed. 

Suddenly, your surroundings were starting to blur in your vision. Was it the alcohol? Or have you finally lost it?

Hands shaking, you grasp the golden doorknob. Nothing to lose now, as you swung open the only barrier hiding the ugly truth. A shriek, a barely audible gasp and a sob. 

He didn’t even react, he didn’t scramble the way that busty bitch did when she made futile attempts to pick up her clothing and leave. He didn’t even look at your trembling form. 

After the woman hastily left your apartment, taking your dignity along with her. All you could do is silently stand there, hot tears streaming down your pale complexion. Hajime’s eyes, as always casted down at the sheets he committed great sin in. 

You make eye contact with him one last time. It was only a second, yet you saw it all. All the lies he hid, the hatred he held for you. He hid it so well, and you were a fool to not notice how obvious it was.

No more, you ran out of the apartment in the same fashion that woman he indulged with did. 

Days passed. Weeks as well. No apologies, no contact, no moments of crossings, nothing. This is what your marriage has come too. Months of drowning in tears and alcohol.  

The feeling of worthlessness, ugliness, everything negative consumed your being during this dark time. Your phone untouched, flooded with texts and calls from friends and family. But you didn't have the energy to respond back with empty lies. It didn’t matter, out all of those messages his name never popped up. 

How could he do this to you? How could he love you to the point of marriage only to ignore you til the downfall? How could he steal everything away from you like this? Your first kiss, your first time, your hand in marriage. And to just take that all away and leave you with absolutely nothing but heartache and painful thoughts. 

You pondered this, who knows how long you will continue too. And as you scroll down your social media feed for the first time in awhile, Oikawa’s constant post flooded your timeline, one particular caught your eye. A candid selfie of the pretty setter, your ex-husband and a girl clad in a white sundress and sun hat. The girl had perfect wavy, long brown hair that complimented her hazelnut eyes. A body of a goddess and a beautiful smile. Her delicate and dainty arms wrapped around the bicep of your ex-lover. 

Hajime’s face was caught off guard, yet overall he did not seem the least bit effected by the events that happened just months ago. 

It broke you, why was he happier now without you? Though he left you all alone to wallow in your own sadness and selfishness. 

You did not get it, and you never will. As you sobbed deeply into your arms on that cold night, the stars shone brightly into the room barely enveloping your quivering body, all you could ask yourself is where did it all go wrong?

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a/n: idk abt y’all but i think the most painful heartbreak is watching someone fall out of love with u. but once again thank you for reading my blogs you guys :’) i seriously cannot thank you enough 

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[majimemegoro]

So this is copy pasted from a google doc I wrote it all down in last night. Uh to preface it’s been awhile since I played y5 and my focus wasn’t really on the mountain stuff when I did so I cross referenced the wiki and what I remembered from your stuff mostly for a lot of this so i might have forgotten some things. Also this is basically a rough timeline of how the concept i think could play out from backstory to y5, likely with tweaks bc I think a few points are a tad weak currently, so some stuff I think would be interesting to go into is mostly glossed over. Anyways enjoy my thought dump.

So idea, with real magic and actual mythical creatures and ghost and stuff being actually real in the yakuza games,

why not werebear og Okudera?

Werebear Yama-Orochi Okudera even

So something funky happens on a yakuza job, and okudera finds himself suddenly a werebear. While somehow keeping the bear part specifically under wraps, he starts poking his nose into a bunch of stuff he shouldn’t be trying to as to find answers, and ends up expelled from the yakuza in response to all his really weird behavior and actions.

Okudera then ends up at the mountain village somehow, maybe to get away from tons of people to minimize risk or hoping a more traditional place might have the answers he seeks. They probably don’t, but he sticks around because there’s plenty of space to transform and wander as a bear for a while without much risk. (He has no control as a bear as you can guess)

Some time passes and the transformation gets harder to control, Okudera is out for longer times, and his control on pushing back the actual transformation window sometimes doesn’t work as well as it used to but Okudera doesn’t think too much of it at the time.

Sato shows up sometime and Okudera rescues him, and gets pretty attached in the process, even though he has a good idea why Sato had shown up in the first place. They have a good time for awhile, but Okudera finally realizes that the bear thing is becoming increasingly hard to control especially with the level of suppressing he’s been doing so that Sato doesn’t find out, and he can’t slip out for a few days here and there anymore- the last time he did he ended up in bear form for most of a week, and Sato thought Okudera had actually wisened up to him and booked it before Okudera finally made it back to the cabin, the relief of his friend target being back was the only reason Okudera got away with it at all.

Following that incident Okudera realizes he’s probably out of time for dealing with the bear thing- it’s just something he instinctively knows is at the end of his control now, and decides to do something about it while he still has a chance.

So he tells Sato he’s going out to hunt Yama-Orochi, and heads out.

Sato follows later of course, he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity to kill Okudera, after such a close call, plus clearly he’d stalled too long already.

They have their confrontation, where Okudera realizes that Sato has gotten too attached to kill him which would be great if the whole bear thing wasn’t looming over them. So he tells Sato about the werebear thing, and to take his name and get a second chance at life where Okudera can’t, and to say he was killed by the bear instead.

Sato obviously thinks he’s talking nonsense.

Until the high emotions trigger the transformation and Okudera transforms into a bear, which stuns Sato who’s unable to even shoot at the bear as it runs away into the forest.

Sato takes the whole situation and everything into mind as he holes up in the cabin before deciding to take Okudera’s words as a dying message, and thus take his identity.

Sato puts off hunting down Yama-Oroshi for a bit though because despite the whole bear thing he’s still working through the fact it was once his friend. Which catches up to him when a year later Yama-Oroshi’s gotten more aggressive and the town is attacked by the bear because of stuff the villagers were doing. The newly dubbed Okudera steps in to deal with that because hearing your past friend who is now a bear came really close to eating people (and possibly now is resorting to eating stray people in general) makes him sick. And OG Okudera instilled good environmental and hunting values into him so the whole thing just rubs him the wrong way.

Stuff mostly continues like normal from there, but now Sato’s trying to hunt down Yama-Oroshi because he wants to put his friend to rest- as he regrets not doing so that day, but he hides it under other reasons when others ask.

After several near misses and being still unable to kill Yama-Orochi even when face to face through the events of y5, Sato comes to terms with the fact that he can’t kill the bear, and after reveals from the villagers, and a somewhat truthful reveal (no werebear stuff mentioned) from Sato himself, he decides to instead treat the bear as if it was simply one of the rest of the wildlife maybe he could get over the loss then. Because if he is truly getting a second chance at life from all of this then OG Okudera should as well, even if he is a bear now- especially bc of that even, since OG Okudera didn’t get the chance to truly atone for his own yakuza shit due to the whole bear thing.

Another reason for Sato wanting to stick around the village following everything and not go back to prison like he’d originally planned is because he wanted to keep an eye out for Yama-Orochi and the village to make sure neither got hurt, like having to scare off the bear or such.

(Perhaps with time and things calming down on the mountain OG Okudera somehow turns back, or perhaps Sato never sees Yama-Orochi ever again who knows)

ANON. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING I ACTUALY LOVE THIS SO MUCH. AAAAAA. IT WORKS SO WELL

[emiliaheartfeel]

Supergirl

Chapter 2: Forgotten (partly written)

AN: Nothing coordinates to Haikyuu actual timeline they would be older. And everything about Y/N gymnast career is made up, I don’t know too much about gymnastics.

You have just arrived back in your hometown after three months away in Tokyo. Gymnastics demanded you leave Hyogo to train at the best facility especially after the 2012 Olympic where you won three gold metals and you have to defend your title as the world best right now. You spent most of your time in gym, more the 8 hours a day, to perfect your routines. It meant you don’t have much of a social life outside of those that went to the gym and the few people you still talked to in Hyogo. You have been lonely, but that’s just how life is sometimes. Slowly you look around for some blonde hair and can’t find any. Waiting a few more awhile more you finally decide to text Atsumu.

You progressively get more and more nervous and angry as the time ticks by. Eventually you give up and start walking to the twin’s school seeing as it was closer to the trainer station then your home. Each step you take fuels your anger. Honestly you understand that Atsumu was just as passionate about volleyball as you were gymnastics, but you never have forgotten about any of your friends due to that passion. You see the gym come in to view and hasten your pace. At that moment you decide to be slightly cruel as you watch the boys practice from the door. You take out your phone once more and call Atsumu seeing him sit at the sidelines to let the backup setter practice with the starting lineup some. Watching as he grabs his phone, rolls his eyes and answer with a huff.

“This better be good”

“You’ve forgotten something”

“No I don’t believe so”

“Oh really”

“Ye I’m sure.”

“Think really hard Atsumu”

“Ugh, even if I did it probably isn’t important enough for you to call me in the middle of practice Y/N”

Both Osamu and Aran glance over at Atsumu with sympathy in their eyes. They both had tried to tell him earlier that he had to go get you but he had already locked into practice by then.

“Turn around jerk”

And so Atsumu does realization and horror appear on his previously annoyed face as his eyes catch yours. You hang up and walk to sit down on the other side of the court no longer looking at him. Your face remained neutral even though you were seething on the inside. Aran, Osamu and Kita all gave you some form of hesitant acknowledgment knowing how angry you must of been. Practice comes to a close after awhile and you head straight to Osamu. Forcing a smile you greet your long time friend while ignoring his twin.

“You mad”

“Extremely”

“Mad enough to forget ya mad at me”

“No not really. But nothing piss Atsumu off more then someone picking his twin over him”

You still smiling as you talk to the calmer twin. Osamu could see the slight edge to the grin that promised retribution and he really didn’t want to be on the other end of it. To try in get back in your good grace he would play along to whatever stunt you were about to pull. He, however, is not prepared for you to throw your arms around his neck pulling your self much too close for anyone who isn’t lovers and plant a kiss right next to his lips.

“Samu I missed you so much!”

Osamu watches his twin study them predatorily from a far as you continue to press yourself closer to him not that he minded that part. He minded that his team that had yet to meet you were now watching the scene unfold before them. Out of the corner of his eye, Osamu sees Suna whip out his phone as Atsumu marches over to them. You planning on Atsumu engaging you guys only smile to Osamu as his twin yanks you away from him.

“No, hi Tsum?”

“Hi Tsum”

The amount of venom dripping from those two words even made Kita flinch back. Atsumu only pouted more as you looked back at him unimpressed before turning back to Osamu with a (fake) lovesick smile. Osamu basically groan in his head plays along and brings you back to him. You quickly deciding to escalate this hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. He barely stumbles as he holds you tightly smugly looking at the blonde.

“You’re my favorite Samu. Always so nice, so happy we finally got together”

It’s almost like you stabbed both the twins with that. Whom your oblivious ass was unaware have been pinning after you since middle school. Neither made a rule because if either of them did it would ruin your friendship with both of them. So they locked up their feelings and just supported you and coped in their own ways. You turn just enough to watch Atsumu’s face turn red and him lunge. Being quick,agile and flexible you easily escape before you fall down with the twins. As Atsumu as about to start ripping into Osamu for asking you out Aran, knowing where all of this was going, covers your ears. You think it’s because Atsumu is screaming obscenities, but just before Atsumu can start talking Osamu gives him a hard wack.

“Dude shut up, n/n, is obviously fucking with you”

“Aw I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone”

Sometimes you were extremely bitter, and usually the twins are here for it, but not when it is directed at them. You send them both one last glare before helping them both up. Quickly you give Atsumu a short hug that he doesn’t even have time to reciprocate. Aran walks over and gives you a sympathetic pat on the head before he too got a hug.

“Who is this”

Suna asks putting his phone away raising an eyebrow. He gives you a quick glance over before looking at his teammates expectingly.

“Y/N Y/L/N, the twins childhood friend”

Aran explains gently and quietly. You now over your anger, mostly, give the newcomer a bright smile. The middle blocker furs his eyebrows.

“Why does that sound familiar”

“You see, Y/N here is an Olympic athlete who won three gold medals in 2012,”

Kita claims as he places a hand on your head shooting you a gentle smile that you easily return. Suna has the decency to look at you impressed and with a nod of acknowledgment he drops that. You, however, are now intrigued by the tall man and step towards him.

“And you are?”

“Suna Rintaro”

“Oh, you’re Suna”

“And?”

“Nothing, the twins talk about you sometimes”

“Weird, they never talk about you”

“We do too!”

“Don’t listen to him, Supergirl, we brag about our badass best friend all the time, or at least I do”

Cue Osamu hitting Atsumu upside the head. You laugh it off. Before Kita calls for the boys to change and leave. As everyone disappears into the bathroom Kita walks over to you with a bag.

“I assumed it was suppose to be a surprise to the twins”

You look into the bag to find his jersey and give him a gracious smile. Kita could always tell what was going on even though he hadn’t known you long. He knew it was more then Atsumu’s fan girls or Osamu’s teasing though Osamu’s teasing had something to do with it. He then too goes to change you put that bag in the duffle bag you had brought, so the twins wouldn’t know. Soon they show up no longer sweaty and in fresh clothes. Atsumu slings a arm around your should with such casualty that one might believe it had been done for years (it has been), but you not having any of it give him a tiny pinch. He quickly takes his arm back with a Yelp then glares at you. You merely tilt your head basically begging for him to retaliate so you could put him back in his place. He knows this so he says and does nothing. Osamu having had just watched this whole interaction takes your duffle bag from you.

“You coming over for dinner?”

“Nah really just want to go home and sleep”

You honestly didn’t mean it in a petty way to avoid them. You were tired from the traveling and it was late. Only when you see his face droop do you realize that’s how he took it.

“But maybe come over tomorrow and we could fix Saturday breakfast together”

You offer him a truce which he gladly takes. Neither of the twins like you being mad at them, but sometimes they forget you have feelings. You’re Supergirl to them, indestructible. They walk you to your apartment building and wave at you good night before they leave for their own home. Osamu lays in his bed thinking about the day events. He’s about to go to sleep when his phone goes off.

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(A/N: I am sorry that your dialog is pink. I hate when people associate women with pink but it just how it worked out. Also sorry it this doesn’t make sense I wrote it on little sleep. ☺️)

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