#there was only one tent

[liillyliilly]

How To Set Up A Tent 101

ushijima wakatoshi x reader words; 1352 synopsis; When all else fails, Y/n and Ushijima can still try their best to set up a tent.

Y/n really was lost when it came to setting up the tent she and Ushijima had to use. It was an unfortunate situation, really. As often as Shiratorizawa gave their students weeks off school, they also often did week long camping trips according to clubs and team sports.

Y/n wasn’t meant to share a tent with Ushijima, the captain of the boys’ volleyball team. Seeing as all the other girls in the Shiratorizawa journalism club had already been paired up and had their tents Y/n was shoved off to the Shiratorizawa boys’ volleyball club to ask if they had an extra tent she could use.

After clearing her throat several times, she asked Coach Washijō if he had an extra tent. “Excuse me, Coach Washijō but do you have an extra tent? The Journalism club forgot to pack an extra one.” She rubbed the back of her neck as the old Coach gave her a sour look but called Ushijima over.

“Ushijima-san, you were planning on having your own tent correct?” Coach Washijō asked, his back hunched over to make him look like the villain of a kids’ fairytale. Ushijima gave a nod. Coach Washijō raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands together. “Okay then, L/n-san, you can share with Ushijima-san.”

When she went to disagree, the coach just gave her a warning glare. “I do not have time to deal with this situation any longer.” As he walked away, Y/n couldn’t help but mimic him.

“I do not have time to deal with this situation any longer.” She imitated, lowering her voice and puckering her face up so that it was comparable to his tart expression. Then she dropped what she was doing and turned to Ushijima, she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Please don’t say anything.”

To her surprise, Ushijima chuckled, “You do a much better impression than Tendou can.” When Ushijima started walking away to the bus where all the camping materials were stored, he looked behind him and motioned for Y/n to follow him. Although she felt like a small puppy trailing after a giant, she still went along.

When Ushijima was able to pull the tent out of the back of the bus single handedly, Y/n swallowed thickly before carrying two sleeping bags and waddling after Ushijima since the bags were much larger than expected and hid her line of sight. When Ushijima set down the tent on a dry spot underneath a large evergreen tree, Y/n set down the sleeping bags against the trunk of the tree.

“Do you know how to set the tent up?” She questioned.

“No.” Ushijima admitted. If he was being honest, this was not an ample situation to be in for himself. Even though he prided himself on being reliable and giving a stong feeling of security to others, he always wanted to be the one to solely provide that to Y/n. So, he felt his confidence weaken at the fact that he didn’t know how to set up something so simple as a tent.

Even though they acted awkward around each other, the two had known each other longer than most Shiratorizawa students. Growing up on the same street, Ushijima often spent his time outside practicing volleyball against the brick wall of a small candy shop. The same candy shop that Y/n’s grandmother owned. She would sit outside on the bench with a notebook, asking Ushijima random questions and then writing down his answers.

And then the next day, she would share the miniature article that she had written, featuring what she liked to call “The Rising Volleyball Star Ushiwaka” while Ushijima continued to bounce the volleyball against the wall.

That was how they spent their summers, alone, but at the same time, together.

When Ushijima got accepted to Shiratorizawa, he raced to the candy shop, where Y/n was inevitably sitting and writing things down. “What Junior High do you plan on attending?” He asked, intent on her answer.

“Shiratorizawa accepted me based on the Journalism stuff they saw I had written.” She said while swinging her legs back and forth, since she wasn’t tall enough to have her feet reach the ground from the bench. It was at that moment, Ushijima felt true relief.

“I don’t know how to set up a tent either, but I'm sure we can figure it out.” She said, dusting off her hands and then putting them on her hips in a confident stance.

“Together?” Ushijima asked for a small affirmation.

“Of course!”

Soon, the pair was sitting on the grass, Ushijima was trying to put two metal rods together as Y/n flipped through an instruction manual rapidly. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before setting down the booket and crawling over to Ushijima. Putting her hands over his, she twisted one of the rods and eventually it clicked against the other one.

When she let out a small laugh and pumped her fists excitedly, Ushijima wanted to do whatever he could just to see her act like that again. Eventually, after spending the rest of the day figuring out how to set the tent up, Ushijima and Y/n took a step back to admire their handiwork.

A large purple tent, suitable for perhaps one person to sleep comfortably laid under the tree. To Tendou Satori, a camping pro, it was probably the worst made tent he had ever seen. But seeing his best friend celebrate with the only girl he would actually talk about for longer than a passing comment, Tendou felt satisfied in the accomplishment before him.

“High five!” Y/n eagerly remarked. Ushijima held back a smile as he lifted his hand up above his head. Y/n rolled her eyes but tried her best to give him a high five despite the height difference of their hands. Y/n started jumping up and down to try and reach Ushijima’s hand.

“Aw, c’mon!” She complained. Ushijima lowered his hand and Y/n happily gave him a high five, when she looked up to him with a scrunched-up face due to her blinding smile, the corners of her eyes winkled and her cheeks mushed up, Ushijima ruffled her hair. Leaving Y/n to purse her lips and shake her head at him.

Later that night, the temperature dropped way below what was assumed to be the normal temperature for a summer night. Y/n only had her sleeping bag, and one blanket tucked around her legs. Her breath came out in white mists, and she could hardly even see it through the cover of inky dark nightime.

Her fingers felt bitten by the cold, and her ears were freezing, she wholly believed that her face would not last the entire night in this cold.

It just so happened that the heating pads for this particular tent had been detached by none other than Tendou Satori earlier that day, claiming he needed extra warmth if he was going to be sharing a tent with an emotionally cold Shirabu. Only, Ushijima had neglected to pay attention to Tendou's antic because he was been too busy watching Y/N mess around with her fellow journalism club members by shoving each other into the lake.

Her body felt chill to the bone. Icy and cold she tried to warm her hands up by rubbing them together. Shuffling around in her sleeping bag she cuddled into herself to conserve any form of warmth. Ushijima rubs his eyes, before mumbling an incomprehensible statement and pulling her into him. Ushijima stuck his arm out of his sleeping bag and pulled his blanket over Y/n as well. Y/n just stiffened her whole body at all the sudden touch.

“Um, Ushijima.” She whispered. When he didn’t respond, she realized that he was asleep. Soft snores and the feeling of his chest moving up and down against her back helped to slowly drift Y/n off to her own slumber.

They woke up, their limbs were entangled and their hearts were entwined.

[cloudcountry]

hii! could i request a fluffy blurb for Jade and the word "rain"? thanks! i love your writing hehe (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

yea yea!!!! i love writing jade C:< he's such a little squishy guy!! THANK YOU <333

I MADE HIM SUCH A TEASE HERE I AM SO SORRY (not. i know jade leech kissers like his teasing. same.)

JADE LEECH + RAIN (1k event details)

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“Oh dear, shall I move a bit closer? You’re shivering quite a bit.”

You say nothing, too busy lamenting over the rain that had halted your tent setup. At least Jade had already built his—if he hadn’t, you two surely would have been soaked and freezing by now. You feel Jade drape a coat over your shoulders, and you grab at the material gratefully.

“My my, it seems the rain is rather nasty. It’s a shame you were out to get firewood and didn’t have the time to set up your own tent.” Jade hums, opening the flap of the tent to look outside.

“Yeah. I hope it clears up soon.” you sigh, slumping over.

“While we’re here, we might as well make the most of it, don’t you think?” he turns to you with a smirk and a glint in his eye that spells trouble.

“What do you want to do then?” you ask, getting on your knees and searching around the tent for a game or something he might want to play.

“Surely you aren’t that dense, yes?” he teases, and before you get out a retort he’s basically on top of you.

His grin is alarming and you flinch back from the sharpened teeth, but it isn’t like he hasn’t done this before.

“You must learn to take a hint, dear Prefect.” Jade coos, cupping your cheek tenderly, “Lest I decide to make my advances far more forward.”

Advances?

“Oh.” you say dumbly, as it's about the only thing you can even think of saying when he’s this close to your face.

His black hair tickles your cheek as he sinks into you, nuzzling your neck.

“So then.” he whispers, “How about a game of cards?”

What a tease.

[moron-rights]

​dyes armor, dyes armor, dyes armor, rummages basket full of equipment, dyes armor, dyes arm—

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

I’ll deliver hell to your doorstep, dressed in a rich facade,

Then, I’ll burn you to the ground like an angry god.

[gayness-and-mayhem]

Father Mulcahy being a spin the bottle champion is something that's so important to me actually.

[eyra]

[weky-woof]

Autumn on PNF-404 brings the cold with it and the Pikmin spend more time inside their leader's strange onions... Louie shares meals with them on the occasion!

[feroluce]

Belobog was my fave main quest but a lot of it is so. Contradictory. It's like they had multiple groups doing different shit and none of them checked in with each other for consistency. And you see this so much in Gepard's profile.

So in the main quest, they made him unfailingly, unquestionably loyal to Cocolia. Gepard's character arc is him learning to question authority etc etc. And this isn't even a bad thing; that's a story worth telling! It makes good conflict between him and Serval! And I love that we got Gepard as a boss battle and I get to see him all the time in SU!

But then you look at his character stories and it's like. The complete opposite.

According to his profile, Gepard has already HAD this awakening, long before the Astral Express, and he'd already decided Cocolia sucks. Even outside of his stories, there's a pretty damning readable between him and Pela.

He even disobeyed direct orders right in front of her- he has been disobeying orders for a while now!

So I've decided I'm marrying the two different sides of this into a 1.5k fic-ish thingy, because I think there's some fun potential there with Gepard not trusting Cocolia, but still having to pretend to be a good obedient little soldier.

Anyway. I love to think of it as like. Gepard knows Cocolia has sunk into her apathy. He can see it in her eyes every time he looks at her. She doesn't care. Not about him, not about Pela, not about all his soldiers on the frontlines giving their lives to protect the citizens. And that's... It makes him bristle a bit, but ok. Gepard can deal with this. Even if Cocolia no longer cares, as long as she does her job then it's fine. Having compassion behind an action doesn't matter as much as the action itself. If Cocolia's heart is no longer swayed, then he'll just have to care twice as hard to pick up the slack. He considers it part of his duty as a captain of the guard anyway. It's fine. Gepard can deal with it.

And then, Cocolia starts coming down to the restricted zone. Issuing direct orders.

And Gepard realizes he is in way over his head.

Because Cocolia orders him to stay back and issue commands from the ramparts, away from all his comrades, away from where he can protect them.

Gepard had thought nothing could be as bad as watching a fellow guard die right next to him. But the first time he watches someone struck by a killing blow, so far away, it hurts. Every defensive scar across his arms itches, his fingers curl in want of a weapon, the cold cannot numb his hands enough as they desperately ache for his shield. It hurts.

Gepard tries to find any reason to stay. Because surely... He knows Cocolia has lost her love for her people, but surely... She wouldn't...

One day, Cocolia orders for their gunners to advance 20 yards. There are no survivors. She almost looks like she smiles.

Gepard doesn't sleep that night.

Pela brings him the report at the end of the first month; and then the month after that, and the month after that. A significant uptick in losses, and all of it started on that first day Cocolia started overriding his authority and issuing her own orders. The ends of Gepard's pens have all been nearly chewed off. Pela outright calls Cocolia an idiot, and Gepard corrects her. Cocolia isn't an idiot. Gepard had known her through Serval, knew her through all her college years and then some, and he knows how intelligent she is. It's not that she's stupid, and it's not that she's inexperienced, it's nothing of the sort.

Cocolia knows exactly what she's doing.

She must, there's no way she could make such a horrible mess of things so badly by accident. And Pela, quick as a whip, sharp as a tack, always too smart for her own good, catches onto the meaning behind Gepard's correction without any further prompting. The tent goes deathly quiet, nothing but the wind howling outside.

"...She's trying to kill us," Pela whispers, her voice swiftly suffocated by the silence.

Gepard swallows. He can't bring himself to correct her this time. There is nothing he could say that he would actually mean.

His gaze drops, back down to his desk and the reports on it. The names aren't listed, just the numbers, but Gepard knows them, knew them, and there must be something wrong, something he's missing, because why, why would she-? What could this possibly accomplish-?

“Gepard! Focus!” Something snaps right under his nose, and Gepard startles, eyes instantly honing in on Pela's irritated face as she leans over his desk. She holds his gaze for a moment before she huffs and begins to pace, wedges a knuckle between her teeth and bites like Gepard hasn't seen her do since cadet school.

Pela angrily strides from one end of his tent to the other, words hissed between her grit teeth. “What are we going to do?” In the dim lighting, Gepard can just barely see the damp spot of blood weeping under her gloves. “We need a plan.”

“A plan?”

“Wh- Yes, a plan! Unless you want more people to die!” Pela rounds on him then, all the wrath of a blizzard, winds roaring and snow sharp enough to cut.

“We don't even know-”

“What does it matter?! She killed-!!” Pela cuts off with a garbled noise when Gepard leaps up from his desk, hastily shoves his hand over her mouth. The prosthetic, not the flesh one, because he knows better than to assume Pela won't seize the opportunity to leave teeth marks in his skin.

“You're right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry; you're right. But you need to keep quiet.” Pela quirks an eyebrow at him and Gepard can read the question in her face. “Because we both saw what she did to Serval,” he hisses.

It's amazing the snow plains haven't thawed out yet, the amount of heat Pela can put behind a glare. The mere mention of Serval, and the smoking ruins Cocolia had made of her life and career, have her bristling up like a riled cat. The sudden hot breath she takes fans fog across his metal skin, and Gepard wisely keeps it in place until Pela finally sighs and reaches up, taps her fingertips against the back of his hand.

The second she's free, Pela bats him away and then her knuckle is right back between her teeth again, Gepard leaning back against his desk with his arms crossed to watch her resume her pacing. “If we spread the word, she'll have us discharged and make sure we can't even touch the frontlines,” Pela's voice seethes like an open sore. Gepard nods but keeps his silence. He knows better than to get in her way.

“And if you and I are both out of the picture, Belobog is fucked.” A little harsher than how he would have put it, but there's no denying that they're both important to the city's survival. Pela has the restricted zone running as efficiently as ever, and Gepard had become the youngest captain on record for a reason. “We need to keep this tight under wraps, at least for now… It can't leak to anyone higher up the chain.” Another nod. “Serval might know other discontents…” Another n-

Gepard's head snaps up. “No.”

“No what?”

“No. We're not involving Serval in this.”

Somehow, even the same tone that leaves entire squadrons shaking in their boots has never worked on her. “You're not deciding that for her, Gepard.”

Pela hadn't seen the worst of it, though, back when his sister had just been banned from the Architects. Serval's pride hadn't allowed it. Pela wasn't the one to find her passed out bottle still in hand, hadn't been the one to wash the sick out of her hair or carry her to bed. 

Serval still has trouble thinking clearly when it comes to Cocolia, still can't quite bring herself to be objective. And Gepard maybe doesn't want her to be purely objective- but he would worry a lot less if she thought twice before she acted more often.

“At least let me be the one to bring it up to her.”

“Whatever, fine,” Pela gestures affirmatively at him as she paces past, and Gepard sighs. Good, at least that's one thing he can help.

From there, it's a lot of hemming and hawing and frustration. Cocolia has them under her boot, and Gepard and Pela both know it. Even with the way she's been cracking down on freedoms lately, Cocolia is still, overall, liked by the people. It's unlikely anyone would believe them. They don't even have solid proof, because most people don't know Cocolia as well as they do and won't see the clues in the same light. 

The Fragmentum has been ramping up in recent years, too. Everyone is struggling just to survive as is, they can't afford a fight on two fronts. Gepard is a damn good captain, one of the best for that matter. But they're at a massive disadvantage, his experience is narrowed to fighting a defensive battle against monsters, that's all he's ever done. That's all anyone there has ever done. He has no way of finding first-hand knowledge for taking the offensive against a human opponent, and if he goes at this blind, there's no way he'll get everyone out unscathed. He's going to lose people. He's going to lose a lot of people.

He'd never thought before that Cocolia would have it in her to have someone killed. And with this new knowledge, he has no guarantee she won't go after Serval or Lynx if she decides to retaliate.

Gepard has to remind himself to breathe when he realizes this.

Pela writes down every name the two of them can come up with. Lists and lists of names and groups and anyone they can think of who might be an ally in all of this. They memorize every bit of it, make their plans of who to talk to and when. Gepard watches the sparks reflect off Pela's glasses as they burn the evidence together.

Pela finally leaves, far too late to make it home, but says she wants to stay in the restricted zone anyway to investigate. Gepard watches her make her way in the direction of Dunn's tent, watches her back until she's out of his sight and squashes down the urge to follow and keep an eye on her. His tent feels empty.

In the morning, Gepard is up before the wake up bells. He drags himself out of bed, leads his soldiers through their morning training. The same people gravitate to each other everyday. Friend groups and training partners. There's an ongoing rivalry between a few squadrons that everyone bets on. Some of them have lockets around their necks, keepsakes, mementos. Some of them wear wedding rings.

Gepard is suddenly, painfully aware of something acidic clawing at the inside of his throat, of a heavy weight low in his chest that blooms, takes up room until it threatens to spread his ribs. His mouth tastes of bile and blood.

He rearranges the schedules. Puts himself down for every open patrol into the Fragmentum, makes sure he'll be on the frontlines every single time Cocolia visits.

He only hopes that it's enough.

[topicaltropic]

outfits:

wanted to do a thing exploring terry & norm and also the doodler between them.

terrys new contract job brings her to the catacombs of Paris. Turns out the old spooky mine tunnels connects to old earth, and terry runs into normal whos also investigating the catacombs. The two join together to fight some underlings, during which normal notices terrys new patron. the mission takes a turn when they realize theyre dealing with a lich, and as they fall deeper into the catacombs, theyll have to contend through deeper seated issues as well.

reuploaded bcz i wanted to make a fake cover even if thats also a wip. this is all a big wip & probably wont go much further given how this is my interpretations of these teens relationship and then interpretation of them in their 30s + a scenario i entirely made up so needless to say. very diluted dndads content

[slyandthefamilybook]

I think we need to have a serious re-evaluation of what "leftist" means bc there ain't no fuckin way authcoms are on the same left as me lmao

[ghastlywretch]

obsessed with how jaime looms like a spectre over the characters and the reader alike in agot and to an even greater extent in acok. you've actually witnessed him firsthand a few times with characters like jon, tyrion and sansa, but most of him is just the golden-haired man haunting bran's dreams, terrifying him, tyrion's brave, strong, impulsive brother who has to be saved, the kingslayer of the smallfolk, the one whose incest and kingslaying has brought down the wrath of the gods upon them, ned's jaime, who is vile and never to be trusted, not worthy of any empathy, the kingslayer that is more idea than person for the younger characters like jon, arya and sansa, the kingslayer that theon almost crossed blades with, his chance for glory (which...okay theon...) the kingslayer whose vile deeds don't erase the fact that he is a knight for stannis, the kingslayer who murdered daenerys' father. he's mentioned in so many conversations. cerwyn mentions him to bran and he feels like he's falling again, renly talks about him and cersei with catelyn in front of brienne, brienne and catelyn mention him in their conversation when they're going to riverrun, robb and tyrion and tywin are all thinking about him. grrm does such a good job at just establishing his presence and significance (not only in the narrative but in a meta way as well, a hint for what's to come) in this world, which just elevates that scene when cat and brienne go down to the dungeons to meet him to an insane level.

[peachfruitcake]

Nowhere to really go

[cheswirls]

rambling here so i do not forget

warring nations have feeble peace treaty cinched with marriage except sabo's sister the bride-to-be to the crown prince dies on their journey to the kingdom, leaving sabo as the only accessible heir and therefore the eventual replacement

meanwhile ace's father's health takes a turn for the worse and he ends up being crowned king just before the arrival of his arranged spouse. he's juggling a million and one tasks he had not quite been prepared to be in charge of at this point in his life and to top it off, the person sent to marry him ends up being a man.

sabo is also in over his head because he'd been traveling as escort really but now he's forced to take the place of his late sister and stay permanently, and also the crown prince she'd been supposed to marry is now the acting king so it's all a giant mess.

arrives at the palace and leaves the carriage when his sister's arrival is announced, then has to explain to the waiting party that no he's not the same person but he can explain and no it isn't a trick or going back on the treaty, so since his traveling party has an audience with the crown why don't they all just go over so he'll only have to explain this once?

ace isn't happy but he's too stressed to see this fall through so he allows sabo to stay. makes a remark about everything for the wedding being thrown out the window so they postpone it for now. lets sabo stay in his chambers for the night bc only a certain amount of rooms had been prepped in advance and obviously none had been for his fiancee.

tentative never met to suddenly married and living in close quarters (shared room etc) relationship.

[flying-cat]

It was crazy watching bkdk go from the most hated ship to the most popular ship in the fandom

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

Crime that I can't marry my followers to each other, these two have done nothing but act like the most smitten husbands ever and I can't wed them together?! Smh my fucking head

[lcdrarry]

9 May 2024 | 1/2 | LCDrarry Fic

Caribou Garden

Prompt: Nature Documentaries (genre, any year) Prompted by: @meandminniemcg Author: Anonymous Word Count: 2,641 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Notes: Thank you thank you thank you to R and S for the wonderful cheering, brainstorming and beta-ing. You are a pair of marvels and it's an honor to write with you! And a huge thanks to the mods for running such a joyful fest ❤️

Summary: Alone with his swotty, posh, nemesis-turned-colleague on an uninhabited island in the far north, cinematographer Harry Potter grapples with his inconvenient crush. A nature documentary-inspired fic with magical caribou migrations, dramatic landscapes, and only one tent.

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