#ill drop the google doc

[on-leatheredwings]

oh............ oh nooooooo

[skitskatdacat63]

"Bring on The Dancing Horses"(x) - Echo and The Bunnymen × Ferrari Drivers

[shinythingsarecool]

personally, I think I should be able to bedazzle my blank google doc so maybe it'll be less intimidating and I CAN ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE SOMETHING

[arachnidiots-a]

hand over your players and your coaches and your staff 🤲 we’re making a roster

[nicohischier]

@stupidmink tagged me for this thank youuuuuu <3333

no°1 team?

i think everyone who has followed me for any period of time knows its the devs...

soooo instead, second fave team: somehow the ducks actually??? i sorta became a casual hockey fan for a while and i sorta lost my fan-love for the teams i previously loved (primarily because of roster changes) so the number two slot was open and damn if the ducks didn't immediately swoop in and take it

what would be your jersey number?

8 or 88, but 8 leaning. i was born 8/8 so it's always just been a Thing for me yknow

what team would you love to play for?

...........devils. you don't be a devs fan and hear every player talk about the team culture and hear erik call this team his family and everyone talk about finding something special on this team without wanting to experience that love for yourself

who is your favourite player currently?

shocker: nico.

but nico's always my favourite player at any given moment so shout out to: zegras, drysdale, draisaitl, ekblad, dawson and akira who are my favourites of the guys that don't just permanently own the title of favourite. (yes dawson and akira get first name privileges, theyre my boys)

trade that hurt you emotionally?

hallsy. (but the pick we got from az did get us dawson so.) but still hallsy. i remember the start to that season, knowing hallsy was going to be traded soon and dreading the announcement.

also kyle palmieri. i know what i just said, but palms might honestly be the trade i will never recover from.

what is your experience on hockeyblr so far?

i've been here for years so obviously 've had a few experiences where people were uhhhhhhhh dicks. both about hockey stuff and just in general. but aside from those people, hockeyblr is one of the best fandom spaces i've been in. i've never regretted joining hockeyblr and as long as i'm a fan, i never want to leave it.

and then tag some mutuals you'd like to know these about:

you know i won't be doing this but i appreciate the offer to tag ppl anyway <3 i have a deep fear of tagging someone in something they've already done before and having them hate me for it. sorry </3

[todayisafridaynight]

OH about the finale at the shrine, this completely slipped my notice when we were talking about it, but Ichi says he's "reporting" Jo's verdict to both Arakawa and Masato. It's just not translated that way.

Not too big of a difference (well, it is to me, but I'm insane), but if it was highlighting anything, I'd guess it's probably Masato's change of heart. It would've been fair for Ichi to assume Masato wouldn't care and only "report" to Arakawa, but in the context of Ichi doing his damnedest to show Masato they all love him, it works in terms of, "Maybe I made him reconsider, and maybe now he would care."

Also... I'm looking at it in a "measured" way, since the chapter trophies are always just standard "Nth Chapter Cleared" messages that the localization team just spices up for us, but there's something I find really poignant about the Chapter 13 trophy being worded as "Fate of Our Fathers." The pluralization of both the noun and pronoun. Realizations that come too late.

Of course, Masato definitely didn't "know" and had no real reason to suspect it, but the Arakawas have this bizarre subconscious almost-psychic link. So even if he doesn't really think so, there's this sense that Ichi "might as well" be Arakawa's "real" son because they're so much more alike. And maaaybe he felt that way about Jo and himself at one point, because (as we've discussed) there has to be a reason Jo was Masato's "favorite."

[Follow up to this ask]

[strang3lov3]

hii congrats on 5k i love your writing sm <3!! 🎵 for the emoji one and 🍆 headcanons for pre-outbreak joel congrats again 🖤

This might be an unpopular opinion but at least I can sleep knowing @joeloverture agrees with me.

Pre outbreak Joel does NOT fuck.

He just doesn’t. He’s too busy, construction and being a dad. No time to fuck.

But he does masturbate. A lot. Like more than most. Usually two to three times a day, in the morning when he’s showering and at night before he sleeps. And he can’t go a day without jerking himself off or he feels like, physically ill.

This is just off the top of my head. Didn’t even open google docs lol, did this right here on tumblr dot com. Smut below - masturbation, oral (f!receiving)

If he’s really pent up, he’ll even do it in his truck on his lunch break. He’s thinking of you, his hot neighbor who’s always wearing those skimpy bikinis when you sunbathe, leaving fuck all to the imagination. Rubbing your legs up and down with body oil. He should be doing that. You have tall fences, something Joel actually installed himself. You think no one can see when you untie your bikini top and drop it in the grass. You know, so you don’t get tan lines. And you think no one can see you when you slip your hand beneath those little white bikini bottoms and fuck yourself, right there in your backyard. Joel sees, he’s seen it all. Right from his bedroom window. He thinks you’re a thrill seeker, there’s no way you aren’t. Masturbating in your backyard, you think you’ve got a dirty little secret all to yourself. Joel knows. Joel fucking knows.

He thinks about what he watches you do when he mows his lawn on Saturday mornings and waves at you, when you’re out on a walk and your dog tangles its leash around Joel, always so excited to see him. You’re always so bashful, so shy. How shy would you be in Joel’s bed, your legs spread wide, where Joel’s eyes are the only feature visible on his face? Licking, sucking, tasting you, he’d make you watch him, oh he’d make you fucking watch. And don’t you dare think about closing those when you come. He wants to watch you cry, see that desperate, needy look in your watery eyes, feel you tug his dark curls as your cunt pulses around his fingers and he tastes your release. He wants it all.

Joel comes into his fist with a loud groan, making a fucking mess of himself. You do this to him, do you know that? He cleans himself up with scratchy napkins as best as he can. It doesn’t really do much, but now his jeans are covered in come stains. He rubs dirt on his pants to try and cover it up. You do this to him.

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I believe that music emoji is for favorite artists right?? Anyway, my favorites are Depeche Mode, The Cure, Placebo, Amy Winehouse, Fiona Apple, Lana Del Rey, and The Smiths. I have a lot of favorites but those are off the top of my head lol. It feels bad to rank them!! I could list 100

[staytinyville]

Towards the Light Masterlist (Kinktober 2024)

↣ Summary: You’ve lived eight different lives, all of which they couldn’t save you. Now they will do all they can to keep you alive and within their arms. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Fallen Angel!Ateez x Reader

↣ Genre: Mature

↣ AU/Trope info: Fallen Angel!Au, Reincarnation!Au

↣ Word Count: N/A

↣ Warnings: Topics of suicide in one of the one-shots, mental illness, violence, marital abuse and violence, murder, smut (More warnings apply within each chapter)

↣ A/N: This was just one of the few stories I was inspired to write after my concert. It was one of the greatest things I got the chance of experiencing and I am so excited to see them again. I don’t know when but I am hoping to. Tell me what were your favorite parts of the concert!

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Was there really someone watching over you? Someone who would protect you from any harm? The idea that someone–something–would drop everything just to see you live another day, was beyond comprehensible. Was their love for you so powerful they would ruin their grace for you?

**

You could remember the time when things seemed to have changed within your soul. It had been when your family was slaughtered within your home by the invaders. Or could it have been when you had gotten sick and landed in the hospital? No, it must have been when you proverked those men to attack you. No–No–

There were so many things that led you to be confused when you truly felt like things were taking a turn. You weren’t too sure what was real and what was just a story you might have heard. You couldn’t even decide if you were a real person living in the modern day world. The only thing that kept you going was the fact that others still acknowledged you at one point or another. 

You didn’t live in a village. Didn’t live in Victorian era London. You for sure weren’t married. 

You lived on the 12th floor of a high rise building. You had a fridge that held all the food you would eat for the week. You had a fat cat that owlishly blinked at you from its perch on the window every time you came in frazzled from work. You had a plant in a pot that would sometimes smell from the water you had given it the day before. 

No–No. You lived in modern day times where genocide was a war crime. Where medicine was now able to contract a sickness you might have. Where women had more voice than ever before. 

Where looking over the side of a building caused for concern from your peers because suicide was not something to be taken lightly. 

It was modern day times, and yet you still always thought about the past. 

You weren’t a skeptic but you were a paranoid person for some reason. You felt like you were being watched for years–even going as far as seeking help for schizophrenia. But your paranoia never changed, however your feelings did. 

You grew used to looking behind your shoulder in hopes of catching whoever was looking at you. Feeling the shivers go down your spine as someone gets too close. But the moment you let your guard down, that was when the dreams started. 

One by one you saw them each in your dreams–each more different then the last. But still always watching you.

1960s - Jongho - October 1

1910s - Wooyoung - October 5

1880s - Mingi - October 9

1830s - San - October 13

1740s - Yeosang - October 17

1700s - Yunho - October 21

1690s - Seonghwa - October 25

1620s - Hongjoong - October 29

2024 - ATEEZ - October 31

Be sure to apply to my Masterlist on Google docs if you would like to be tagged in the series. I was going to set up a date and time for these but honestly since they are smut I might just be doing these for my kinktober! I'll actually be a part of it this year! I hope I am able to write the stories out soon though. Want to be caught up for October lol.

[devflamme]

so i was going through my google docs and found a document with some wagatha hcs that i need to share here to fellow wagatha crazy ass fans like me

(im so proud of myself for editing this on picsart in like, 10 seconds.)

— agatha loves using pet names as we all know, right? but, in an 🩷established relationship scenario🩷 she would call wanda pretty girl, darling and princess and wanda just melts all the time. wanda is not someone that uses pet names very often, but agatha changed her. she calls agatha by detka (classic), my love and my agatha.

— wanda steals agatha's clothes all the time. agatha normally buys bigger clothes so wanda is always seen wearing a shirt or dress from agatha, as they're comfier and smell like agatha. lavender fabric softener, dark wine and cigarettes.

— agatha is the one that cooks (what kind of housewife would i be if i didn't have a gourmet meal- forgot the rest of the line.) while wanda is the one that drives. agatha can't drive — she is reckless and wanda just can't bear the thought of agatha injuring herself because of a car accident.

— agatha sings a lot. she used to sing back in the day and really loves singing. wanda is enamored by her voice all the time she hears agatha singing around the house.

— in my head, as agatha lived so many years, she probably visited many places, and, speaks a lot of languages because of that. wanda is always cursing and talking to herself in sokovian (especially when agatha is annoying her) and thinks oh she can't understand me! but agatha can. oh but she can.

★ agatha speaks english, latin (canonically). and my language hcs are especially french, greek, russian, sokovian, italian and brazilian portuguese (because as a brazilian i need to mention brazil somewhere.)

— they both have folders in their phones full of pics of the other. wanda even has a digital camera that is FULL of agatha (and agatha loves posing for the pics. she's insufferable🩷)

these two pics here. im so ILL. i just love the idea of a character taking pics of their lover just to look at the pics fondly when they're away from each other or something like that.

— i have to mention taylor swift im sorry. agatha wearing wanda's initials on a necklace. yeah...

— okay i know the canon timeline but this is such a funny headcanon that i couldn't not put it here: wanda writes poems about agatha and she stores them inside the darkhold. it's not the best way, she knows that, but… it's better safe than sorry – her poems are cringey and lovey-dovey. agatha should never read them. ever.

— agatha likes crocheting. she sits in a chair on the porch, glasses dropping from her nose, scrunched in concentration — wanda calls her 'grandma'. agatha gets really grumpy from this. they're just like an old married couple bickering.

i want them to kiss, your honor

[blarefordaglare]

YALL

BE PREPARED FOR SEPTEMBER 8TH

BECAUSE ITS MY BDAY ILL DO TWO SPECIAL THINGS BC BEING HERE IS GIFT ENOUGH

A LU FANFIC WILL DROP… AND ITS JUICY

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

THE FIRST PART TO A THREE PART STORY IM WRITING WILL ALSO DROP!!! I will link the google doc again once it’s updated, but I would love it to be read as it’s my own original work!!

[i-mode]

when i.v drops i will make a vellory google doc and ill have my own pepe silvia moment. Everyone will see the truth eventually

[vergeltvng]

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[armandclocksitall]

Watch The Night Go Up In Smoke (Chapter 4)

(A/N): so this story was discontinued but after looking through my old google docs i found out that i just never published chapters 4 and 5 of this? no clue why but i figured i should put them up now and if im struck with some sort of inspiration maybe ill keep the story going, let me know if that’s something you guys want ig?🤷🏻

Paul The Lost Boys x Frog! Reader

>Previous Chapter<

(y/n) had dressed up for the occasion, their first date with Paul. Sure they were just gonna hang out at a bonfire for the night but it was their first date ever, and (y/n) really wanted to impress the boy.

(y/n) was walking down the boardwalk after night fell and found Paul leaning against his bike looking as drop-dead sexy as they remembered him from the night before. They approached the biker with the biggest smile they could muster, trying to cover how nervous they felt.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat,” Paul said, putting his hands on (y/n)’s waist and pulling them in for a kiss. “You ready to have a good time?”

(y/n) nodded quickly but felt an uneasiness settle in the pit of their stomach. Something about the way he complimented them seemed just a little bit off. (y/n) shook off the feeling, mentally contributing it to first date jitters. Paul was sweet and (y/n) was shocked that he even asked them out. They didn’t seem like the type that Paul would normally go for but he had been the one to ask for a date.

As the two walked down the boardwalk hand in hand, (y/n) could feel the jealous stares burning into their back as they passed groups of scantily-clad girls that were vying for just a moment of Paul’s attention which he never granted. His eyes never left (y/n) as he asked random questions about their life and interests. He seemed so invested in getting to know them, he came off like a puppy eager to please.

They had walked down the steps and onto the beach when (y/n) looked around trying to find an empty spot to build a fire, “So where do you think we should sit?”

Paul, who was zoned out as they stepped on the sand, turned to (y/n), “Hmm? Oh, I was actually thinking we could set up a bit further down, away from all these big groups. They get pretty rowdy, I don’t want them to interrupt our date, you know?” He smirked down at them.

(y/n) nodded in understanding. The churning in their gut started up again. Getting away from the crowd on a first date in the murder capital of the world seemed a little risky. Paul seemed great but their head reeled at the possibilities. Was he expecting sex? (y/n) definitely wasn’t comfortable doing that, especially on a public beach where anyone could walk up on them.

As the crowd of beach-goers faded further and further into the background, (y/n) saw a bonfire a few hundred feet in front of them. It seemed like they had the same idea as Paul. They looked up at him and saw his grin widen as he grabbed (y/n) by the hand and started dragging them towards the group.

When they approached the bonfire, (y/n) noticed that sat upon a few pieces of driftwood were the three boys that were hanging out with Paul the previous night.

“Guys, this is (y/n). (y/n) you probably remember the guys from last night,” he pointed to the one Mikayla hit on, “That’s Dwayne,” the curly-haired on with the colorful jacket, “Marko,” and the one dressed in all black smoking a cigarette and looking as if he’d rather be anyplace else, “and David.”

(y/n) waved to the boys shyly before looking to Paul and gesturing to the three girls that surrounded the fire, “and them?”

“Oh, they’re just a few people who invited us to hang out, don’t worry about it.” Paul dragged (y/n) over to a log and sat down, pulling them into his lap roughly. They gasped, forcing a laugh out of the boy beneath them, “You’re so pent up babe, you gotta chill out.” He pulls a blunt out of his pocket and lights it before offering it to them, “You wanna take a hit?”

“Uh, I’ve never-” They trail off feeling stupid. Their dad was so strict, they never got to try anything or take any risks or just live their life.

“Relax, I’ll help you. Open your mouth, I’m gonna blow some smoke in and I need you to breathe in when I do that, okay?”

They nod and open their mouth as Paul inhales from the blunt. He grabs (y/n) by the chin and exhales the smoke as they breathe it in. Paul then closes their mouth but doesn’t put any distance between the two. “Okay, now hold it in for a few seconds before you breathe out.”

(y/n) holds their breath for a few seconds as they feel their lungs burn. It quickly becomes too much as they cough it up, puffs of smoke exiting their mouth in quick bursts.

Paul laughs at (y/n)’s inexperience. “Don’t worry, it gets easier once you’ve taken a few hits,” Paul says, taking another hit.

(y/n) blushed, looking away from Paul and noticing the three girls hanging off each one of the other boys as if they were in some sort of trance. They saw Marko trail a hand up the leg of a redhead while running his nose across the girl’s shoulder, “Man, I’m fucking starving.” As if face neared her neck (y/n) saw something that they felt they shouldn’t have seen, Marko’s face contorted and shifted into a terrifying mask made of sharp angles and glowing yellow eyes. (y/n) gasped in horror as he opened his mouth and produced a pair of sharp fangs that he promptly sunk into the neck of the girl. She let out a scream before it was stifled by the boy as he tore at her artery and crushed her windpipe between his teeth.

(y/n) stared in silent terror looking to the other boys to see what they were doing about the current situation only to realize their faces also shifted and they were on top of the other girls tearing at flesh and grabbing them before they could run away. “Paul! Paul, what’s happening? We need to leave!” (y/n) shot up before turning to Paul and grabbing his hand.

They froze as they felt claws rest in their palm and Paul’s face slowly morphed into that of a monster’s, “What’s wrong, babe? You were having fun just a little bit ago,” he said menacingly. (y/n) stumbled backward and landed on the sand looking up at Paul with eyes full of fear. They didn’t even have time before Paul leaped on them, fangs bared.

(y/n) shot up in bed to their morning alarm, panting and drenched in sweat. ‘It was only a dream’ they repeated to themself, ‘only a dream.’

There was a knock on (y/n)’s door that remained locked from the night before. “Just a minute,” (y/n) shouted, trying to regain their bearings. They stood from their bed and turned off their alarm before approaching the door and unlocking it.

(y/n)’s father stood in front of them with a mildly worried look on his face, “You okay? I heard some thrashing around in here and I thought I’d come check on you before I head out.”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was just having a bad dream but everything’s okay now.”

Edgar nodded stiffly at his kid before changing the subject, he was never great at comforting people. That was definitely more Christy’s job. “So your uncle and I are heading to the mountains for a few days on a hunting trip. We should be back before Tuesday but if anything changes I��ll call you.”

(y/n) nodded their head and rested it on the doorframe, “Okay, dad. If anything happens here I’ll text you.”

“Okay good, just remember-”

“No staying out after dark, I know.” (y/n) cut their father off.

“Right. Food money is on the kitchen counter. Call Sam if you need anything immediately and be good while I’m gone,” Edgar pulls (y/n) for a hug before retreating towards the door. He quickly waves goodbye before leaving his home, getting into his car and driving away.

Sunset was approaching when (y/n)’s phone began ringing, the caller ID reading their cousin’s name.

“Hello?” (y/n) spoke into the phone.

“Hey, please tell me you had fun last night so that it makes this grounding at least a little bit worth it.”

“I had fun last night.”

“Are you lying?”

“No,” (y/n) laughed, “I’m not lying. Last night didn’t suck nearly as much as I thought it would. I mean it definitely wasn’t fun prying you off a guy only to have you puke in front of him, but beyond that I had a good time.”

“Oh thank god, I swear this week would be torture if you hated last night. I’m grounded until next Saturday night, no going out, no computer or phone unless it’s for school and I have to be in bed with lights out by 10. I had to beg my dad just to let me call you.”

“Damn that sucks.”

“Tell me about it. But anyways, that cute guy who was all over you last night, are you gonna see him again?”

(y/n) blushed, thankful that their cousin couldn’t see them through the phone, “Maybe, I didn’t get his number or anything and I don’t know how willing he’d be to hang out with me after I rushed out last night.”

“(y/n), please. He totally wanted to get with you and there’s no way he’d let little ol’ puking me get in the way of that. And a little birdie may have told me that you’re home alone until Tuesday?”

“A little birdie huh? You mean you weren’t eavesdropping on a conversation between our dads?”

“(y/n) Frog! How could you accuse me of such a thing?” Mikayla said dramatically through the phone.

(y/n) snickered at their cousin.

“All jokes aside, you have to go out again and find your man! Your dad isn’t around to stop you, you deserve to live a little!” Mikayla pleaded with them.

(y/n) considered their cousin’s words before letting out a sigh, “Okay I’ll go to the boardwalk again tonight.”

>Next Chapter<

[robyn-goodfellowe]

Hi uhh idk how to say it but any tips on writing in general? I really wanna write my story I have stored in my doc but I don’t know where to start.

hello!! i am very honored that you came to ME to ask because i love to talk about writing, so thank you :) with that being said this might get a little long so ill put everything under a readmore, but all of my advice can be summarized like this

tl;dr: just start!!!

i KNOW. in my soul. that there's genuinely nothing more every aspiring writer hates to hear than "just start" lol but it really does come down to that. just start. whatever you put on the page doesnt have to be PERFECT, it just has to be there. my first drafts for anything are never solid. my initial drafts are NEVER the quality of the final

and its through careful, consistent rewriting that it becomes something more palatable and fun/easy to read. what ive noticed a lot of new writers do (and i used to be very prone to this as well) is that they go into their drafts expecting to drop their final product there, and aim for perfection. i cannot stress enough that perfection is THE ENEMY in literature. you can rewrite things thousands of times for it to turn out imperfect in the end, and thats OKAY. you'll end up with a draft you like eventually, but don't expect yourself to find it right away. it takes me a lot of consistent writing sessions to have a paragraph that im satisfied with. itll come to you naturally

but the best advice i can offer is really just ... START. open google docs and just write down your thought process, whatever that looks like for you. maybe its the summarisation of a few scenes you like, maybe its a chunk of an out of context paragraph. whatevers in your head, put it on paper and see where you can go from there. thats really the only way you can start

outside of that some of my big things are being consistent and READING. i write for at minimum half an hour every day (not always fic lol! i am a creative writing major, am working on my manuscript and also trying to get published in some small-scale literary magazines and sites. so im always working on something, basically) and its probably the only thing in my life i am super consistent about. maintaining a habit and making yourself write even when you dont "feel like it" or cant find motivation is the best way to keep writing long term. and reading, well, how i like to put it to my friends is that creativity is like a well. you cant keep drawing from it without filling it up eventually. you need good writing and good words to inspire you so you can keep drawing from your creative well. when im not writing im reading and you should be too. you really cant have one habit without the other

are really immersing myself in the world that i've created for my silly little guys. i am, at all times of the day, immersed into my stories one way or another. im almost constantly curating pinterest boards, or making playlists, or sharing it with my friends (the last one is highly important. the best way to stay encouraged is to have someone to share with) and so theres not really a day when im not thinking about what i want to write to some extent

but yeah basically thats all of the advice i can offer. write, write, write and don't be afraid for it to be not perfect. nobody is perfect, you are human. so just have fun with it

hope this can help ssomewhat! :)

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Comatose (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

I've had this in my google docs for a while so I figured fuck it let's post it to tumblr lol hope you guys enjoy!

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He normally never fell for someone under his training.

Yes you were the same age as he is, but that doesn’t constitute a romantic relationship between the two of you. Rengoku takes his job with the utmost pride and frankly, taking you under his wing was probably the hardest thing he’s had to do so far other than training to be a hashira himself. Oftentimes in the night he’d find his dreams somehow involving you, be it romantic or otherwise.

And it’s not like you’re off the hook either. Your mind always wandered to his calloused hands when training with him, and when he was facing you head on you couldn’t help but wonder how he felt about you. But you'd never surface these feelings of course. This is your trainer, you're his tsuguko. It's only right to keep these feelings concealed.

That is, until your master fell mysteriously ill…

You had no idea how it happened. It all started at the butterfly mansion when you guys were working on your sword form. "Now, align your legs with mine…" He instructed, your hands intertwined on the handle of your blade. His hands, though calloused and scarred from previous battles, were always warm especially during the winter. Then he started with a cough, it wasn't anything major but you could tell it was bothering him. After about three days, his body temperature dropped a bit, but not by a noticeable amount. Then about a week later he just…collapsed.

"Master? Master Rengoku wake up, come on!" You tried your best to shake him awake but you failed miserably. Holding his freezing body in the fresh winter snow, you held his head in your lap, your tears falling on his face. "Oh gods… KANAO! GET SHINOBU NOW! RENGOKU HAS COLLAPSED AND WON'T WAKE UP GO GET HER NOW!" You shouted for the girl to get Shinobu, who by now is a mere few feet away with a few other medics.

"What happened? I heard screaming so I came as quickly as I could." Shinobu asked all of the questions she needed answers for. You answered them as best as you could but the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

"H-he just fell. He started with a cough about a week ago and then there was sniffling and shortness of breath. Then after three days his body temperature dropped slightly. I insisted that he go to you for help but he refused constantly. Shinobu I'm so sorry about this…" you felt so guilty. To think that you wouldn't go to her about this earlier was insane to you. She took your arms and forced you to look at her, a sincere look was in her purple eyes.

"(Y/N), this isn't your fault. I should've noticed something or anything that could've compromised his health. Rest assured that this will be taken care of. Now come inside, it's cold." She took you by the shoulder gently and led you inside.

Weeks later: turns out Rengoku suffered from a long term illness that he caught from his last mission. How no one noticed Shinobu couldn't understand. Perhaps he got better on his way home or something. But it caught up to him when it festered in his body. Just a really bad upper respiratory infection, but it forced him into a coma. So here you are, three weeks later kneeling next to his bed where he lay still. An oxygen mask on his face so his vitals remained stable. You didn't know if he was going to live, but maybe if you just talked to him he could hear you. After all, most people hear a lot of things in their sleep.

"I know I should be training right now master Rengoku, or Rengoku… I don't know what you want me to call you at this point. Since everyone was so insistent that I put master before your last name, but you wanted me to just call you Rengoku. But that doesn't matter right now, hell I don't know what matters to me anymore now that my training is halted. Now that you're sick and there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, I wish I had noticed sooner…" You held your head in shame, the guilt burning your heart and mind with intrusive thoughts but you knew you couldn't let them win. So you turned to prayer instead, as Gyomei always preached to pray on things whenever it gets tough. Holding Rengoku's hand, which by now was cooler than usual in temperature, you struggled to find the words to say.

"Look, I don't know who's listening right now… but the man that I'm holding hands with needs your help. He's ill and he hasn't woken up for weeks. I can't let him die, I can't do anything without him. Life feels so empty without him, like I've lost such an important part of myself. I just need you to help him, do something, anything for this man that I hold so dearly in my heart. Even if it's something small, I want to be able to tell him I love him. That I care about him so deeply that it keeps me up at night. How it drives me to do my best every fucking waking day. I love him and I don't want to lose him, for mine and his betterment. I just want him to get better or even just wake up. So… if you're out there, please please please give me a sign you'll help him. Show me a sign, I don't want to lose him… please I'm begging you…" you felt the tears run down your face and neck as your head rested on the mattress.

It was silent for a few minutes, then minutes turned into an hour and you were slowly but surely losing hope. Then you noticed that his hand began to feel warm. Not by a grand amount but it was definitely much warmer than it was before. You grasped his hand again, silently hoping that another sign would come around. Then you felt the blanket shuffle a bit, he was finally moving. Looking up at him you saw his eyes half lidded and looking right at you. A weak smile adorned his face as his eyes bore into your mind. "M-master Rengoku? Can you hear me?" You asked him, desperate for an answer. He pulled off the oxygen mask and set it off to the side, taking in fresh air that wasn't from a tank. He looked at your disheveled and frail form, almost like he was longing for something. Or maybe he was longing for you.

"How many times have I told you to just call me Rengoku? Now come here my tsuguko, before anyone else has the chance to embrace me." With an unspoken amount of force he pulled you to him, pulling you into a hug that you gratefully returned. "I heard your prayer, you know…" oh… he heard your prayer. "I've got to say, I had no idea you harbored such feelings for me. If only I had known…" He pet your hair to comfort you from the idea that he almost died. You looked up at his red and golden eyes, they shone brightly in the golden hour light of the evening sun.

"W-what do you mean? I'm not denying the prayer at all. But that last part? Are you suggesting something?" You inquired, wanting to know more that was in your master's mind. He merely smiled and sat up, inviting you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Master please, I want to understand what you meant." You pleaded with him, making him chuckle a bit.

"Goodness, you're always so eager to get down to the truth my tsuguko. I'll tell you more about it later, but for now… I should focus on my recovery, I'll most likely be on bedrest for a bit so you're more than welcome to drop by my quarters if you wish to see me. Does that sound good?" You simply nodded in response. There was nothing else that could be said.

"I'm just gonna go get a nurse. That sound good to you, uh, Rengoku?" It felt weird calling him that. Moreover it felt a little wrong.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you (Y/N)..." He put the oxygen mask back on, clearly having trouble breathing. So you went out, got Shinobu to tell her that Rengoku was finally awake, and went to wait outside of the room. You don't know what happened to him after that, but you knew for a fact that he was going to be okay.

Another week went by and you're sitting with Rengoku in his room at the hashira headquarters. Here you guys talked about practically anything and everything. Life, food, hobbies, just simple things that normal people would talk about. Although there was one thing you couldn't avoid any longer. "Um, Rengoku… can we talk about something a little more serious for a second?" You asked, watching the flame hashira with intent. He looked up from whatever he was reading, flashing his famous smile of course.

"Absolutely, what's on your mind my tsuguko?" God his voice is just captivating… maybe a little too captivating. You knew having a crush was hard but you didn't think it'd be this hard. "Little flame, don't go blank on me now. What's on your mind?" Oh lord that nickname was perfect. You shook the thoughts away for a second and cleared your throat.

"Remember when you fell into that three week coma, when I kneeled next to you and prayed for your recovery? And I kinda let my feelings for you slip out in said prayer?" You asked, feeling almost timid at the idea of even mentioning it. He put his book to the side and turned your way.

"Well, yes I distinctly remember that. Which I suppose is rather strange given my state at the time… is this about that last bit that you had asked me about?" You could only nod in response, averting your gaze away from his. "Well, with that said… I too, um…" He struggled to find the words to say, looking around at anything other than you.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm not going to judge you. You know me too well to know I wouldn't be offended at anything you have to say to me." You said, gently using the tips of your fingers on his jaw to have him face you, cupping his cheek in your palm. Something that he did for you since you started training with him so he could ease any anxiety you may have felt. "And hey, if you can't find the words to say, just show me what you mean. I trust you." At the mention of those words, Rengoku took your hand from his face gently and kissed the top of it.

"If you insist, my flame…" He spoke softly, his face getting closer and closer with each passing second. And then, as if it were a daydream, your lips collided for a mere few seconds before he broke away. “I, well, I too share the same feelings for you. And I know it might be rather unprofessional, but I can’t help but admit to it now. So I apologize for my dishonesty-" You cut him off with another kiss, effectively taking him aback but he ultimately gave into his desires. Cupping your face in his hands he tried closing the distance even more, tilting his head to make it even more intimate. You snaked your arms around his neck, wanting to be even closer even though you're basically on top of him. He pulled away to get some air, chuckling a bit as he did so. "Well, I see that the feeling is mutual?"

"Yes, very mutual indeed. Now, do you want to make this official so it feels less awkward when I call you by your last name? Or, do you want to keep things professional so I have to use formals?" You joked, smiling into yet another kiss that was tenderly placed on your lips. This time Rengoku's hands moved to your waist, softly pressing you into his chest.

"I will gladly take that first option, my sunflower." He finalized after he broke the kiss. "You know, you do take away the breath of even the mightiest of hashiras right?" He smiled as he spoke, which in turn makes you redder than the tips of his hair. He laughed heartily at this, pulling you in for a hug. "My goodness, is someone embarrassed?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" You muttered into his shoulder, wrapping your arms under his shoulder blades to hug him tighter. However, although you were embarrassed, you felt great relief knowing that he feels the same way about you. Relief knowing that you guys will be together for as long as either of you allow it.

Relief that your prayer worked, and he's alive.

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I was really hesitant to post this but fuck it we ball-

Hope you guys enjoyed! Super wholesome and SFW too! Let me know what you want to see next!

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op drop the sticker tutorial???? /nf but like please

yeah no problem!! hmm i need like, a slide show presentation almost lol.

materials!

-tape (the clear rolls, not scotch tape)

-scissors (be careful! i accidentally cut myself a lot)

-wax/parchment paper

-a sturdy surface (i use this old cooking recipes box i have)

-what you want as a sticker! (can be hand-drawn or printed!)

okay, i know some people are better with like, pictures so ill explain within them! (im sorry it sucks im using my computer)

if you want to print stickers the best thing is to put them all in a google doc and resize them

here are a few of my doc examples for help->

The recent ones (dsmp/lemon demon/etc)

last weeks prints (punz/schlatt/lmanburg/etc)

some examples to show finished products:

i had more hand drawn ones but i deleted the files

i hope this helped and if theres anything that needs to be explained further let me know!!

:3 ᐢᗜᐢ!!

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