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neozoid · 3 years

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Peril comes out

Peril's wingtips touched Clay's as they silently soared through the soft gray rain.

Half an hour ago, she had asked him if he would take just one moment to fly with her. After everything that had happened, with Jade Mountain Academy under threat and those little rapscallions - Moon, Turtle, Kinkajou, Anemone, Qibli, and Winter - had all managed to save it. The past week... no, weeks? She had lost track of time. But they had been a blur - a blur of emotions, of frustration, of painful, deep searing guilt, Darkstalker's scroll looming in her mind, and of longing. She hadn't gotten to talk to Clay in so long, and she wasn't sure that at the end of it he'd still feel the same way about her that he did when she saved his life on the brightest night.

She turned to look at his face in the grayness. His expression was focused, concentrated, effortful.

He must still be in a lot of pain from that burn I gave him, Peril thought guiltily.

No! She shook her head. I kept him alive! If it wasn't for me he'd be dead! But that didn't make her feel any better.

She turned her gaze back down to the valleys below, vast and dotted in slate blue pine trees obscured by the falling droplets. They rolled harmlessly off Clay, but they sizzled when they hit her and dissolved into steam, making her look like a ghost in flight. The rocky outcroppings below resembled a sleeping dragon - as if the landscape itself, was, once again, put to rest after Darkstalker's second sleep.

"Peril," Clay spoke.

She whipped her head around to him. "Clay?"

"I'm... I'm starting to get a bit tired. Do you think we could stop somewhere down below? Maybe in a cave."

She quickly scanned the landscape below her, and saw an opening just a half mile away. "Yeah, I see something down there." She turned herself in the direction of the cave, and Clay followed her.

As they came in for a landing, Peril opened her wings wide, scattering a million fallen petals that intermingled with the rain. She softly touched down and carefully wrapped her wings around herself, and looked back at Clay, beckoning.

They both sat in the mouth of the cave, tails twined, watching the rain fall.

After what seemed like just a moment (but Peril knew full well was the better part of an hour,) Clay looked at her and asked "So... do you want to talk about Scarlet? Or Ruby? Or the stuff that happened while you were helping Moon and her friends save Jade Mountain?"

Peril stared at him, startled. "No! I mean, yes! I mean, just..." She sighed and looked at the roof of the cave. "I do, but like... hrmmmnnm." She closed her mouth shut and hummed.

"I get it. It can be hard to talk about stuff like this. It took us five forever to find the time to reflect and talk about our feelings after everything happened." He looked at the ceiling too and laughed. "Tsunami..." he muttered happily, and shortly his smile faded, his face a sad, wistful stare. "And Glory."

"I... hm." She fidgeted with her talons nervously. "I mean, I DO want to talk about Queen Scarlet and Ruby and-" she shook her head, "not-queen-Scarlet and- arghh, but it's so! CONFUSING! And it makes me mad to think about her manipulating like that. I trusted her, I really did and..."

Clay looked into the rain. "Like we trusted Morrowseer."

"I... I guess... yeah..." She looked into a corner awkwardly, but then curled her fist. "She shouldn't have betrayed us like that!" she roared.

"What about... Turtle?" Clay offered.

Peril's heart jumped in her stomach. She thought about Turtle, the only other dragon who had understood and trusted her, at least for a while. How protective she felt of him, how she wanted to follow him (and then not...) when they were trying to find Queen Scarlet. She thought about how he went underwater that night, making her rage about how she couldn't get to him, and how regretful she felt when she left him behind. He made her feel new things, just like Clay, new weird things.

"He was nice, I guess."

"How did he feel about being an animus? That must've been why he was able to sympathize with you. He knew if he revealed his animus secret he'd be thrust into the talons of others and the plans they wanted for him, and the only way to avoid that was deep, resolute isolation. He knows how that feels, Peril."

She fumed with fury for a second. Why could he hide! He got to choose that lousy isolation, but she didn't have a choice! Then she thought about his pain-stricken face when she found his healing rock, or his vengeful look as he bashed Chameleon upside the-

Chameleon.

She stared through the wall of water passing outside.

"Peril," Clay whispered.

"Oh. Right." She looked back at him.

"I know it's a lot of stuff to think about, but I can't keep carrying this conversation by myself." He softly chuckled with a warm, patient smile.

She blushed and fluttered her wings. "Right. Sorry, sorry. I was just- argh. Arghhh." She squirmed, as if caterpillars were crawling out of her skin.

Do I tell him?

"Turtle," she said resolutely, "taught me new things about myself. He reminded me of you, actually, Clay. You were my first exposure to life outside the Skywing Palace, and if I'm being honest I was kind of disappointed with the other dragonets at Jade Academy, how they treated me. I thought they'd be like you - I thought everyone in the outside world would be like that."

Clay winced.

"But Turtle! Turtle has his friends, and, surely, he's taught them! I keep getting letters from them. Which is like, weird, but the fact that someone's thinking about me!? While I'm not in front of them!?! Threatening to blaze their FACE or melt their SKIN off!?!?!" She yelled with a smile. "It's CRAAAAZY!"

Clay let out a hearty laugh, smiling as well.

"And Queen Ruby - she hated me, she hated me so bad Clay, she hated me just as much as the other Skywings did, if not more. If Scarlet's twisted love is what makes me ache, Ruby's absolute hatred of me tore me to the core. She looked at me and didn't want anybody, nobody in the whole world to do anything with me. Didn't want anyone to touch me, look at me, love me. She saw me as an irredeemable monster because of things I couldn't control." Peril's face contorted in despair.

"But Tourmaline... Someone who hadn't been fed Scarlet's lies... She saw right through that and she knew deep in my heart I COULD love." She scratched her snout awkwardly. "Well, at least I think I can. I'm not sure."

Clay lovingly jabbed her with her shoulder, and she giggled.

"But that pure strong spirit.... It's so." Her stomach dropped. "It's so scary what Chameleon did to her. Ripped her title, her memories, her life away just for some gold, some jewels." She spat on the ground.

"And Chameleon..."

Her stomach felt like a howling void, ready to collapse her from the inside out.

Do I tell him?

What if he hates me?

He should hate me.

I'm just as bad as him.

I'm just like my dad.

She turned to Clay terrified.

"I-" she sputtered. "I want to tell you something."

Clay looked at her face, concerned, but he motioned around. "Just you and me."

"I-" Peril's muscles clenched, her veins wrapped all around inside her, her bones stabbed inside her, shame made her heat blaze ever hotter, shame and guilt and pain and fear. She wanted to fall into the ground and have it swallow her up, but she knew she didn't have a choice.

"I'm not - I'm not actually a girl. I was hatched as a boy. I- I- Queen Scarlet, she said, she- she wanted me to be like her and- " Words started running over one another. "When you got here- I- I- I just felt like protecting you- and- but- I didn't want you to give up on me- Having a relationship- I-" She wanted to die. She wanted to disappear. "I'm a liar. I'm- I'm just like Chameleon," she howled. "I'm faking it. I- I wanted you but I- I just-" She let go, and wailed.

She looked back at him. "P-please don't-don't hate me," Peril choked through tears.

Clay softly gazed at her, leaned in closer, his wings wrapping around her, and kissed her on her snout.

Peril tears turned to confusion as she leaped with delight and her scales roared a bright blazing blue, the searing heat singing any leftover moss in the cavern. Clay reflexively pulled away, and patted his singed scales, laughing.

"Ow, geez, haha! Not like that!"

"I- I- Huh??"

Peril stepped back, but looked up and peered at his expression.

He really doesn't hate me, she thought wondrously.

As Clay turned looking over himself, his scales settled, and as the smoke rose, he looked at Peril.

"You know, someone else actually said something similar to me a little while ago." He sat back down.

Peril crooned. "R-Really?"

"Yeah. It was - it was Sunny."

Peril's jaw dropped open.

"She'd mentioned to me how she'd - during our time fulfilling the dragonet prophecy, she'd... we'd kind of ignore her most of the time. Not take her seriously. When we first planned on escaping the cavern, we didn't tell her.... she was so upset, afterwards. And in all of our discussions and planning afterwards, we'd step on her feelings. Actually, you remember the Nightwing invasion? Or, well, whatever came of the invasion before they all came crashing into Glory's rainforest under fealty."

"Yeah?" Peril looked at him.

"She was the one who came up with the idea of using the sleeping darts! But Glory was planning, and the others were shouting, so she had to ask me to use my voice and SHOUT it at everyone. The point is, she felt small. And overly protected - we didn't respect her whole, y'know, feelings as part of the team."

Peril flicked her tail, anxious.

"So... A couple nights ago, she talked to me in private, and she told me how she'd been feeling, and... she said she didn't really feel like it was right to be a Queen anymore. Given Thorn had safely secured the position, and was doing a good job... And with everything about the Eye of Onyx." Clay shifted on his talons. "She could trust it to pick a new leader. And the thing is, you know how... you've seen Deathbringer. You've seen Riptide. You've seen Starflight and maybe even Winter and Qibli. And maybe even Darkstalker, and Clearsight."

He sighed.

"Male dragons have a strong feeling to protect one person, the one person who brings them all the light in the world. Sunny said she didn't really feel like that - like one person had captured her whole heart in their hands. But she certainly didn't want to be the object of that kind of affection either. And Sunny didn't feel like Queen Coral or Thorn or Scarlet either, where she wanted to protect her own kin, her own future. She wants to protect everybody. And more than that, she doesn't want to be Sunny the small and weak and lovable, or Sunny the fierce and possessive and loyal. She just wants to be... Sunny, helping out wherever she can."

Peril stared at him intently, blue eyes locked in brown. "And?"

"Well, at first we tried just referring to Sunny by name to sort of, you know, respect her decision, but Starflight looked through the library and found in some old scrolls people using 'they' to refer to - did you even know there were dragons who decided to live past being a boy or a girl in the past, just like Sunny? I was surprised."

Peril's mind was racing. "They must be so happy," she said, eyes sparkling.

Outside, the rain had cleared, and Peril noticed out beyond the cave was a huge field of sunflowers, waving and dancing in the cool wind.

Suddenly her thoughts returned to her.

"But that thing you said earlier about protecting..." Peril looked down at her talons uncomfortably.

"Oh yeah - sorry, I... I didn't mean to. I just..." Clay caught himself. "I... I'm sorry Peril. I know your feelings about this must be really, really complicated. I..." Clay looked away again with a twinge of guilt on his face.

Peril stared at him, trembling.

"But Sunny taught me something I hadn't even thought about before." He chuckled. "I did think about it too, but after a long night of restless staring at the sky and thinking I figured I was perfectly happy being a guy. But that look on Sunny's face... they must have struggled as much with telling us as you did."

"I love you, Peril. I don't think you're anything like Chameleon at all. He only used his identities to trick and manipulate others, to get what he wanted for himself. But you've only ever been trying to find yourself - with Scarlet twisting your thoughts from birth, with how everyone's avoided you and you've been excluded from all the Skywings and, man, even the other dragon's games on Jade Mountain. It must hurt so much to be that isolated."

Peril stared into the field, unable to meet his gaze, tears running down her face.

"I just want you to know, Peril, I love you for who you chose to be. For all of your heroism, and your kindness. Your self-restraint. Chameleon had none of those qualities. But you do."

He stared her straight in the eye.

"What you chose is noble, and so so hard. Being true to yourself - more than Chameleon ever was, he couldn't handle being boring old him - is so, so hard. I know."

Peril thought about the Chameleon's enchanted necklace that removed her firescales. She shuddered deeply."

But you did it. And you shouldn't have to live with the shame, or the guilt anymore. You can have a new beginning just like us." His eyes creased as he looked into hers so warmly, making her melt. "You might protect my scales, but I want to protect your smile. I hope you can let me do that."

"I-"

She rushed forward and hugged him, squeezing him tight. Tears streamed down her face, and she choked down a sob, but she hugged him as tight as she could, not letting go.

"Thank you, Clay," she said when she finally let him out of her little death trap.

"Woof!" He stumbled backwards, breathlessly. "I know I said be true to yourself, but maybe we can work a little on the intensity." He looked at her with a silly expression on his face. "Just kidding. You're perfect the way you are."

"Ha ha," she guffawed. "Tell that to anyone else at Jade Academy." She joked, but she knew deep in her heart that the others were starting to see her for what she could be, too. Not just a monster, or a weapon - but a friend.

"So my queen, shall we return to the mountain?" He curtseyed awkwardly, then looked up with one eye. "Actually, wait, that sounds kind of weird? Girlfriend? Babe?" He started scratching his head. "Names were never really my strong suit."

She howled with laughter and smacked him on the back, taking flight. "Just call me Peril," she triumphantly roared. As Clay lept into flight behind her, grinning, Peril thought... Not gonna lie - I like babe too.

#wings of fire #wof #wings of fire spoilers #wof spoilers #wof clay #wof peril #i did it #i wrote my first fanfic

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sakumareikun · 3 years

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arghhh i hope im not too late uhh,, may i request current tsumugi with a bit of a sickly s/o? if not all of the req slots are filled up ofc ahaja

it has been A While since i've written him, so forgive the rustiness lmao

i think i ended up writing this with a "reader is sickly enough to be stuck in the hospital" perspective which idk if it applies or not 😟💦 I HOPE it's still satisfactory!

⇨ It probably started based on that sickliness. You were just out somewhere when the symptoms flared up. Tsumugi, who happened to be in the general vicinity, immediately worried about you, offered to take you to a hospital or infirmary, etc. He knows the signs of illness and would not hesitate to offer. (He used to take care of Eichi to an extent, after all.)

⇨ So, assuming that offer was taken... Maybe he came back to check on you? Even if you were complete strangers, his horoscope that first day said he'd be lucky when meeting new people.

⇨ For the sake of plot, let's say you were hospitalized for a little bit longer than expected? He'd visit and bring a lucky item to "ensure safe recovery!" He still talked to you after you'd left it, maybe you'd both exchanged numbers or something.

⇨ You're friends before you know it! Wow, he's an idol? Isn't he busy? Yes, but he needs friendships outside of work. (Rei's close enough with Tsumugi to say that, so that's who encourages him to keep going, no matter how often Tsumugi’s self-deprecating comments happen.)

⇨ The moment he recognized he had developed romantic feelings, he double-checked the compatibility of your horoscope with his own. He knows the zodiac inside and out, but it never hurt to have a second opinion, right?

⇨ Natsume was not amused when Tsumugi asked him to divine how likely it was you'd have feelings for him as well. "This is your probLEM, Senpai. You have to do it yourSELF."

⇨ Sora agreed with Natsume on that he should handle his feelings for you on his own. But, he definitely noted when Tsumugi's color looked different. "Are you thinking about them again, Senpai? Your color's all flushed." ♪

⇨ It was probably a group effort, since it took the entirety of New Dimension to convince Tsumugi to ask you out and confess. He was so honest normally that it was pretty shocking to hear he wasn't just acting on those feelings.

⇨ The only thing Natsume agreed to do was the Tarot card reading of how well his asking out/confession would go. (The reading was favorable. With fortune-telling, Natsume can encourage people to act in ways that will benefit them, and he'd gotten sick of hearing about Tsumugi's First Real Crush by then.

⇨ (It’s unfortunate that Tsumugi didn’t shut up after it went well.)

⇨ The following dates went great! Probably! He might’ve made a lot of dumb mistakes on them, more of his low self-esteem showing, but you’re probably good about that, understanding or helpful, etc.

— And now you’re dating him! —

⇨ As stated before, the entirety of New Dimension knows about you and him being in a relationship. Everyone. See above.

⇨ That probably means members of Knights visit, sometimes Madara too. Tsumugi worries a lot less when he knows you’re safe, so if he can't personally bring you the lucky item of the day, someone else will! (I know nothing about her but I’m pretty sure Arashi would love to do that?)

⇨ Every morning, he texts you info about your sign’s outlook for the day. What do you avoid today? What might go well? Will you have good luck with this or that?

⇨ He works way too hard. Please make him relax once in a while. Texts just aren’t enough. Maybe help sort the paperwork? Clean the office a little? Physically put whatever he’s working on down?

⇨ Tsumugi, shortly before your birthday, stressing because he still hasn’t picked the perfect gift: “Natsume-kun, what do I get them?” “Senpai, this is YOUR PartNER, why are you asking ME?”

⇨ If you manage to go visit him for no reason, or as a surprise, or bring lunch/snacks, stuff like that, he will brighten up way faster than a lightbulb. On the days the symptoms are worse, sending Arashi is fine in your stead.

⇨ I know so little about all of Knights, but considering that’s the entire theme, I’m sure at least one of them takes escorting you REALLY seriously. Tsukasa looks serious. Doesn’t Izumi fuss a lot? Maybe he’ll end up fussing over you eventually?? Just tossing out ideas, no clue if they’re accurate or not.

⇨ tl;dr: Despite your frequent/chronic illnesses, you have so much power now. Use it responsibly.

#enstars x reader #tsumugi aoba x reader #ensemble stars x reader #tsumugi aoba

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sushiburritonoms · 2 years

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Hi hello yes I stumbled upon your dinluke exile au and it was so SO GOOOD AAAAA i love so many things in itttttt i love how din have trouble understanding Basics for lacking words that exist in Mando'a i love how luke hates hyperspace cause he felt cut off from the Force i love how much of an adorable cutie menace grogu is i love so many things about your fic it absolutely got a chock hold on me!! (There's a lot of things i love in it but it'll be too long to write haha)

I also love your other writings I've read the Han in dinluke hell series (it's so funny i live seeing han suffering lmao) and the librarian au (very informative i reaaally live ittt aaaaaa) I've read almost everything and I'm just ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Your writing rocks and I love it so much thank you for writing!!!! (so sorry for the long ramble but it's so goood can't wait for more :333)

Arghhh Thankkkk Youuuuu! This is such a wonderful comment to read and means so much to me. I really enjoyed writing Exile and I keep trying to find time to write the sequel. I was supposed to do NaNo but ah...life happened and I got a bad case of writer's block on top of RL stuff. So this keeps me going, you and all the other wonderful wonderful commentators. Thank you sooooooooo mucchhhh!!

I'm actually writing chapter 5 of Sacred Texts right now! Here's a rough draft of a tiny bit as a big thank you!

Hey.

The text from Din arrived just as he was about to leave Peli’s garage with his new driver’s side window installed. Luke leaned up against his car and stared at the three innocent letters as if he hadn’t been anxiously waiting for Din to text him all week.

His left hand hesitated as it held his phone in a tight grip. After a long moment, he typed,

Hey!

Should he say something else? Did that exclamation mark make him sound too eager? Luke bit his lip, but then hit send before he could change his mind.

“Why are you still here?”

Peli’s voice made Luke jump and nearly drop his phone. She was cleaning one of her tools with a dirty rag and standing a foot away from him. “Something wrong with the window?”

“Er--no--”

“Of course there isn’t! I installed it, it’s flawless. Dont’cha have anything else to do than loiter on my property all night?”

Before he could reply his phone beeped.

Are we still on for dinner?

Luke couldn’t help the smile that floated up, along with a rush of warmth.

“Helllooo! I’m talking here! Geez, ya rude Millennials, always ignoring real life for your phones.” Peli slid the wrench into her pocket and leaned over to look at Luke’s phone. “Is it Djarin?”

Saturday, right?

“Right--you two are going out!” Peli crowed before Luke could pull his phone away. “Good thing I fixed both of your cars for ya. You’re WELCOME. Well, what are you waiting for--answer him, boy!”

“I’m trying,” Luke sighed, as he started to type.

Yes--

“Say you’re looking forward to it!” Peli demanded, interrupting Luke before he could send it. “Hey, is he going to bring you flowers? Do gay dudes do that? He grew up in a cult so I bet he’s traditional like that!”

“Peli,” Luke groaned. Then his brain caught up with him. “Wait--a cult?”

“Long story,” she shrugged. “Ask him over dinner--”

Luke shuffled nervously. “That seems rude.”

“You should know all his dirty laundry before you get invested.” Peli moved so she could lean up against Luke’s car next to him and further invade his space. “Ask him why he takes so many trips down South these days. I wanna know; he better not be getting up to no good again, after all the help I’ve given him, helping him get his place in Jedha and watching his kid!”

“I--”

“You should always vet someone before you start dating, so stalk him! It's so easy these days, with your ‘social media’ and your ‘face books’. It was a lot harder being out when I was young--especially here in Palpatine land, let me tell you. The history some of these rural gals had on them--rap sheets a mile long! Secret husbands and secret kids! I’ve seen it all. So get all his dark secrets out now. Unless you’re just looking for a fling, which I already warned you about breaking that man’s heart--”

“Peli! Please let me just answer him!” Luke whined.

#seriously thank you ive had a lot of imposter syndrome lately #readers are the best #sacred texts

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sendinthehuskies · 2 years

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I had my first day at a new internship today, and it was sooo hard, I was overwhelmed with everything and they didn't really have much to do for me so I was just pretending to be busy and felt so watched and useless all the time and ugh :(

But I know you started a new job today, please tell me your day went good!!

Arghhh but well done!! You stayed the full day and got on with it and that honestly speaks volumes about you. Part of my new job is managing interns and I’m honestly so worried about finding stuff for them to do and keep them busy so the people were probably feeling exactly the same about you. As long as you’re just keen to help when asked that’s all they want. Starting a new job and having nothing to do initially is honestly the absolute worst thing about it, you feel so useless and in the way but I promise you’ll find your footing soon enough!! My day was good, so so busy and stressful 😭 IT and HR didn’t communicate and my full account got shut down for like 3 hours so I was honestly trying not to cry half the day but it all got sorted. Tomorrow is a new day for us both ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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milkybunbuns · 3 years

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smile → kita.s

Mistakes - 2

w/c: 1 k

warnings: cringe, cliche stuff, swearing

SMILE MASTERLIST

5:00 am

it was way too early to be at school, but this is what you had put upon yourself, as you dragged your feet towards the gym, stifling a yawn while carrying a bag of food for yourself. you grabbed the key from your pockets and unlocked the door, the gym was empty, which was strange, didn't practice start at 5 am? perhaps everyone was just late. you found your way over to the benches, not bothered to turn on the lights. you stared at the onigiri in front of you, promising it that you would eat it up and you would definitely keep your promise as you took a big bite out of it.

----

you opened your eyes, shocked to see the area around you all dark. you must've fallen asleep while waiting, but what shocked you, even more, was a figure, sitting beside you, quietly on their phone. with the light from their phone, you could tell that it was kita.

"kita-san? what's the time?"

"it's 5 am."

"w-wha? when i arrived my phone said that it was 5 am, it can't possibly still be 5 am!"

"it is", he showed you his lock screen, which was a picture of the third years at a park together, "how long have you been here for?"

"well, i'm not sure actually, since the time on my phone is wrong."

"you could look at the time your phone is showing now to figure out what time you got here."

"eh?", you got out your phone which was buried deep inside your pockets, to reveal that it said 6 am, "I've been here since 4am..."

"y/n-san, you shouldn't get out of bed so early, it's not good for your health."

"oh, my health? my health is already terrible so it can't get worse!"

"having poor health isn't something to be proud of, you need to take care of yourself better."

"i do perfectly fine, but thank you for your concern kita-san"

"then put on some warmer clothes, it's only 6 degrees outside, you would freeze", he put his maroon scarf that matched his jacket, around your neck.

"a-ah, thank you kita-senpai", your face flushed from his kind gesture.

"it's no problem at all, just make sure to take care of yourself properly in the future", still with his blank expression.

"I'll try, no guarantees", you smiled warmly at him, hands gripping the edges of the bench while swinging your feet. everything was so romantic until someone just had to ruin their moment.

"OH MY GOSH, YOU TWO, STOP FLIRTING AND GET TOGETHER ALREADY WILL YER!?"

"Tsumu' shut yer trap."

"Samuuu'!!!"

you sighed and got up, sluggishly moving towards the storage room to grab the net and set it up, which you did surprisingly without any trouble, before retreating back to the bench to watch all the boys pour in and began practice.

to practice everyone's individual skills, all the spikers and middle blockers lined up in a line, with Atsumu setting it to them and them spiking it over. on the other side of the net, akagi was receiving the balls, along with kita since he was a defence specialist. you were putting the balls that were received back inside the basket, while yui was busy adding more notes to her notebook, so she could hand it over to you when she would leave. honestly, you would miss her, after all, she was the one who helped you when you were completely lost, taking you to your class while others gave crazy instructions which didn't make sense. yet, you didn't show it, since it was best to enjoy the last week you had with her. occasionally she would join you at lunch and the two of you would engage in some light chatter.

"Watch out!", atsumu yelled as osamu hit the ball right into your direction.

you felt a body push you out of the way and you landed with a thump on the wooden floor. the ball landed with a thump near you, bouncing a few times before rolling off. You slowly opened your eyes, wincing at the weight above you, only to be met with beautiful dull brown eyes.

"A-ah! Kita-senpai you should be sorry, thanks!" WHA Y/N W-WHAT DID U JUST SAY. FRICK, NOW HE'S GOING TO HATE YOU AND THINK THAT YOU'RE CRAZY. ARGHHH, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SAY THINGS PROPERLY, YOU WERE MEANT TO SAY THANK YOU, OR I'M SORRY. AHHH, HOW DID YOU END UP SAYING THAT!?

a/n: inspired by this comic i found online! :)

kita stared at you in confusion for a few moments, noticing how your face completely flushed in embarrassment and it wasn't long before the whole gym burst out in laughter.

"HOW DID YER SAY THAT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT"

"OH MY GAWD, I WISH I COULD DISAGREE WITH TSUMU' BUT THIS IS JUST TOO FUNNY HAHHAHAHA"

"Smile for the camera, you're on video"

"SHUDDUP SUNA, YER DINGUS, THAT'S MY LINE! AND STOP VIDEOING US!"

"Now it's my line...and no ❤."

"YUI, GO STOP THEM!!!"

"I CAN'T!!! PFFFFT-"

"OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE ALL BETRAYED ME, FUCK YALL."

"y/n-san, language."

"sorry kita-san", you accepted his hand as he stood up from on top of you. you could see the faintest blush on his face.

"it's fine, don't let it happen again, pay more attention or you'll get hit again."

"okay!"

"ooooo, kita has a soft spot for our new manager? oya oya oya?"

"seems like it, but i honestly don't want to get killed thanks, I'm too young."

"what do you mean get ki-"

"atsumu, stop speaking and get a move on unless you'd like to run laps around until i tell you to stop. think before you speak. suna?", the said boy stopped in his tracks and shrivelled up under his gaze. "delete. the. video."

"and this is why you always get in trouble", osamu snickered quietly, mocking his brother.

"oh shuddup."

"yes kita-san", he glided his finger over the delete button, pressing it, knowing that he could just recover it from 'recently deleted' later.

"and remove it from your recently deleted", whaa kita literally saw right through him! it was like he was transparent!

"yes kita-san", suna could hear the twins snickering in the corner as he gloomily hit the delete button again. what a waste of perfect blackmail. it was going to be his first y/n blackmail material but it just had to get deleted!

"is nobody gonna talk about how suna literally said ❤?"

"stop breaking the fourth wall ginjima."

"I-"

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#kita #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #inarizaki #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu #kita shinsuke x reader

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makoto-nanami · 4 years

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Miraculous Rewrite: Origins Part 2 (Chapter 4)

Heyo, sorry for not updating... I’ve been working on uni prep, setting up a games documentation takes more time than you’d think... and I keep forgetting how long it takes me... Well, Alice finally runs into Adrien, gives him a rundown oh how things will work and makes it clear that she won’t put up with any misuse. There’s also Chloe... Chloe. Enjoy! Tagged - @blue-peach14

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After staying the night at Fu’s; apparently, he wanted to make sure I had all my paperwork and belongings sorted before I moved to Eva’s French dollhouse… I really hope it’s not like that… anything but that… I turned on the small tv and watched the news. The reporter from yesterday was updating the rest of Paris on the stone creatures that stood still around the city.

“The stone beings are scattered all over Paris, and for the time being, they seem to be showing no signs of movement. Police have cordoned off the areas around these beings.”

The screen switches to the mayor and the police officer from yesterday, he must oversee the Akuma cases. The mayor speaks, attempting to put on a brave face, however, he was glancing at the officer in fear and confusion, he has no clue on how to deal with this.

“We won’t stop until we find a way to get these people back to their normal selves, but for now, we’re not making much headway.”

The camera footage flips back to the reporter who stands next to a photo that worries me to no end, Ladybug and Chat Noir…

“Paris is relying on our new guardian angels, Ladybug and Chat Noir, to save us all. Our lives depend on them.”

Fu walks in from the other room, Wayzz following him. He looks at me, his eyes full of worry.

“Are you okay, Alice? You look unwell, are you perhaps worried for our young heroes?” I didn’t even realise I was clutching the tv remote so tightly that the plastic was bending, when did I…

“That’s just it, isn’t it Fu? They’re young. They messed up, and now they’re afraid of doing it again. Or at least that’s how Marinette feels, I have no clue about Adrien Agreste. I did my research, the only time he’s seen in public is at photoshoots. How exactly did you want me to help and watch a famous model with a bodyguard and strict schedule when I can’t even get close to him?”

“The boy needed freedom and has a pure heart; he was the perfect fit to Plagg at the time. As for young Marinette, I am sure she will pull though, she has a strong heart, she –“

I stand up and grab my bag. He looks at me, still worried but confident in his words. “Fu, how am I supposed to help them, watch them, guide them, if I can’t talk to them or explain why we threw them in the deep-end? I hope you’re right about them, cause while I agree they will be fine heroes, I can’t agree with the current path they’ll travel alone, I guess we’ll have to hope for some miracles.” I take an apple and grab my jacket and stuffing both into my backpack. “I better get to school before I’m late.” Fu chuckles at that.

“From what Evangeline has told me, you are not the most punctual person.” I frown at the accusation, I mean… not wrong but still. I wave him off and start jogging to Dupont.

As I make my way through the streets, I’m quite literally sent flying by a blond boy, damn moron, watch where you’re going! I grumble gathering my bearings and direct my glare at this oblivious idiot. He has blond pristine styled hair and soft green eyes, freaking out and apologising profusely… wait… I know that face…

“You’re Adrien Agreste.” The boy paled and started looking around before putting on a tight smile.

“Ermm… I think you’ve got the wrong guy miss, Adrien who. Never heard of him. Heh…Heh…” He laughs weakly, I roll my eyes at him.

“Oh, maybe I should call you Chat Noir then?” His face filled with fear. “Right Plagg?”

A blur of black whizzed out of the kids’ pocket and it’s green cat eyes stared at me, wonder, confusion, but finally acceptance. Plagg floated up to my face, mischief evident on the tiny god of destruction’s own. “So, you’re the old fart’s new vessel, huh?”

“Apparently, though he can go and find another body to take over for all I care, I’m me, not him. Understand that, and we’ll get along, right?” Plagg looked a little shocked but gave me a sly grin.

“I got it, you’re a lot more fun than the last few! The kid’s lucky!” Ironic coming from the embodiment of misfortune. Adrien then decided he had had enough with being left out of the conversation, and spoke up, his voice cracking slightly, prolly confused.

“Ermm… just who are you? And… how do you know who I… I mean you know?” Plagg butted in before I could open my mouth.

“This kid is the one who watches over the Miraculous like yours and Bug-Girl’s. She’ll make sure that if you do anything stupid, you’ll know about it.” He still looked lost.

“I’m an observer. I watch how you’ll use the Miraculous; use it wisely, then you keep being the wielder of the cat for as long as you are needed. Of course, you misuse it and I will take it away or punish you.”

“P-punish?”

“I realise you are just a kid, a kid with too much responsibility, I get that. However, if you are to misuse this power, people can get hurt, and that will have consequences. I’ll understand any rashness and mistakes, such as this Akuma, but any intentional misuse or repeated actions that you refuse to own up to, I will make sure you understand the weight of your choices. Understood?”

He nodded, still a little worried, but it’ll have to do. I sigh. “Hey, Agreste. You don’t need to worry. Seriously, you may not be able to tell anyone about your double life, sometimes it’ll feel like the world is suffocating you… I know the feeling, but that’s why I’ve decided to reveal myself to both of you. To help you through this. If you want to talk, if you need help, just ask and I’ll try. HOWEVER, I will say after I researched you, I will say this right now, I won’t accept the excuse of your sheltered life being the cause of any misunderstandings, you feel confused about anything that most would think is normal, you ask me or any friends you make at school, got it, I’m not gonna baby you, this is high school son, grow a pair!”

He stares at me completely shocked at my words, before quickly nodding again. I laugh at his quick nod and he starts chuckling too, before looking at his phone and alarm spread across him. “I’m going to be late!” Oh right… school.

“You’re such a strange kid. Who would want to be at school when he can stay at home all day?” Plagg darts back to his pocket peeking his head out, rolling his own eyes. We start jogging to school.

“You don’t get it, Plagg. I’ve had enough of being locked up at home by my father. I want to meet people, make friends.” He looks at me with a hopeful smile. “Learn about normal things! Go to a normal school like everyone else!” I roll my eyes at that, that place is far from normal.

“Arghhh… Uhhh, I think I’m feeling weak…” Plagg dramatically groans. Adrien stops running grabbing his bag, searching for something.

“You know what’s strange?” He pulls out a wedge of cheese that smelt horrible. Oh yeah… Plagg eats the stuff… poor kid’s gonna stink. “The fact that all you eat is this disgusting, rotten smelling camembert cheese, and I then have to smell like it 24/7. That’s strange.” He looks at me as if pleading for me to convince the tiny cat to eat something else. I shrug, you’re on your own for this one kid. He groans and glares at Plagg in disgust, but the god just stuffs his mouth with the cheese.

“If you want to be able to transform into a superhero, then stinky cheese is the deal, my friend!” Adrien sighs in defeat before continuing our jog to school.

We make it to the school’s steps, but we hear a beep from a car behind us. A tall, professional-looking woman leaves a nice-looking car and quickly paces towards Adrien. I recognise her from my research about the young cat holder, she’s Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste's assistant who manages his fashion work, his mansion, and takes care of his son Adrien. She must be here to take him back home… speaking of which, how the heck did Adrien enrol in the first place without a parent’s permission? As I’m about to grab the kid and get him to class, I feel the same dark feeling as yesterday, briefly, fleeting but just as dark.

“Adrien! Don’t do this! Your father will be furious!”

“Tell him you got here too late. Please!” Adrien turns around and runs into the school, I follow quickly after him and see Alya arguing with Chloe.

“How could you say that to Ivan? You’re the real Stoneheart!” Stoneheart? That must be what people are calling Ivan’s Akuma form.

“Ugh, so I’m the one who broke Sabrina’s dad’s arm, am I?” Fair, but still wrong, it’s not Ivan’s fault either. Also… Sabrina’s dad is the officer in charge of the Akuma cases… my belief in the Parisian police force is dwindling, this is why I want to be a P.I. Chloe the scoffs at the new girl and glares. “Just because your footage of those lame superheroes was shown on tv, doesn’t mean you have to get so high and mighty.” She blows her bubble gum at Alya popping it close to her face, luckily not sticking but I cringed at it and walk up Alya.

“You little…” Alya growled, about to retaliate before I stepped in.

“Ew… gross, Chloe that was so gross, you basically spat in her face, actually, I think you have a little spit on your glasses there Alya.” I say, however luckily there wasn’t anything on the glasses but Alya cringed at the thought, taking off her glasses and furiously wiping them, muttering how gross can anyone be. The glares and undecided look of the people around them all turned to barely hidden disgust at Chloe who was turning red and glared daggers at me. Alya after cleaning her already clean glasses huffed and walks off to the classroom. Chloe attempting to regain control taunted the girl.

“Lookout, she’s angry! She’s going to split the underwear and turn into a huge muscly monster!” She laughs obnoxiously.

“I’d be angry too; I mean what you did was kinda disgusting.” She spins back to me about to blow up at me, however, her face instantly lights up as she looks over my head.

“Hey, Chloe!” Adrien pipes up… oh no… I forgot… they’re friends. Chloe pushes past me and glomps the naive kid.

“Adrikins! You came!” Adrikins… oh, gods… I cringe at the two, Adrien noticing my face and his confusion is clear… did he just ignore all she did just now? Before I can call him out Chloe drags him to the classroom and the other students recognise the famous model and start rushing over. I slump in defeat and make my way to class.

Everyone is clamouring for Adrien’s autograph, and for once Chloe does something remotely good, albeit with less than pure intentions and makes a path to the classroom causing the fans to go back to their own classes. “Okay. This is your seat, Adrikins. I saved it for you. Right in front of me!”

“That’s creepy.” I blurt out, and Chloe growls at me.

“Well, no one cares what you think, Wattson!” Adrien glances at me in worry and unsure at who to support. I walk past him patting his shoulder.

“Get new friends, kid.” I say solemnly to him. His eyes widen at this but he turns to Chloe with a tight smile.

“Thanks, Chloe.” He turns to the Nino guy and tries to introduce himself othering him a handshake, but Nino just looks at him with distrust and ignores the hand. “Uh… Hey! Adrien.” The boy shows a model smile laced with nerves, but Nino didn’t react.

“You’re friends with Chloe then, huh?” He turns back to his phone. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.

I’m about to continue walking to my seat but I hear snide laughing coming from the front bench, obviously coming from Chloe and her lapdog Sabrina, I turn and see them sticking the gum that had recently been in Chloe’s mouth onto Marinette’s seat. Anger washing over me. “Hey! What the hell is your problem Bourgeois?!” Adrien turns around and spots what I’m yelling about.

“Hey! Chloe! What’s that all about?” He looks disappointed in her.

“The brat’s that sat here yesterday need a little attitude adjustment. I’m just commanding a bit of respect, that’s all.”

“No, if anyone here needs an attitude adjustment, it’s you! I thought you were gross, but this is just disgusting.”

“I am not disgusting!” She screams in my face, I pull out my phone and hit the emergency record button, I’d use during Eva’s interviews with her problematic clients. “You think you’re some sort of hero, I’ll get you kicked out of school, or maybe I’ll just tell my daddy to rethink your student visa.” I smile at her and she shrinks back. Adrien then interrupts sensing the danger this could lead to.

“Chloe, you think that’s really necessary?” I raise an eyebrow at that, it’s completely insane, but he’s still trying to keep his friendship with the girl. But said girl just scoffs at him, turning back with a hair flip and batting her eyes.

“Ah, you’ve got a lot to learn about school culture, Adrikins. Watch the master.”

Adrien then kneels down to Marinette’s seat, trying to pick the gum up with his pencil, only making it worse. I grab his arm trying to stop him from making it worse, till I hear a gasp. Great.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”

This day just keeps getting worse.

#miraculous ladybug #ml rewrite #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #ml plagg #oc #no beta read #adrien salt #chloe salt

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cowboyjen68 · 5 years

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The semester is over and I’ve turned in my final papers and everything I’m going to Europe soon for school but hoping for a fling but Im just so insecure of everything! Not knowing if my papers are good not knowing what Europe is like not wanting or knowing how to start the next phase of my life after I graduate college this fall arghhh

Welcome to young adulthood and, also, congratulations for making it as far as you have come.

I love to travel, either to the next state or far away. Look at the whole trip as the adventure. When things go wrong or when something unexpectedly causes you to change plans, that is when the best times are had, the best memories are made. SO go with the flow.. anything you do, everything you see will be a new experience.

Your papers are in.. no sense is worrying.. they are what they are. Don’t waste time and energy on what you can’t change. IF they are not as good as you wanted, you can learn from what you did wrong and do better next time.

As for the fling.. i kind of hope you get to do that.. Remember a few things. Stay open to meet lots of people. That includes straight people, old people, weird people in coffee shops. You never know who are are going to make friends with who will enhance your life. AND everyone “has a friend who is a lesbian that you should meet”.. I have met life long friends is small cafes. I see someone sitting alone and ask to join them. Most people say “yes” and getting to know them was easier than awkward silence.

Be safe. Make sure you have someone you trust with you if you drink or go out.

Be honest and open if you decide to become intimate with a new friend, Let them know you are just wanting to explore and with college and other things going on in life you are not in a place to committ.. Make sure you are kind.

Don’t worry about finding the perfect fit after graduation. Work to be independent. Job, taking on bills etc. But any job you take.. use it to learn. I worked as a fundraiser to pass Universal Healthcare back in the 1990s .. fresh out of college, then a flower shop. Neither job was what I wanted but I tossed myself into them and learned a lot. Some of that stuff still helps me: I make corsages for the LGBT prom and make flower arrangements for events. I am well versed in healthcare and the problems in our current one so I can help explain it to voters. SO any job you get has worth. Any job you take can teach you skills if you let it.

You will find what you are looking for,keep in mind.. sometimes i is not what you think. If You love doing something. Do it and don’t worry about what others call “success”.

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rochonfineart · 5 years

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Arghhh, 2018 ... Where Were My Painting Days?

A Look back ... Depressing ... Where were my Painting Days in 2018? What happened to this year? It was a tough year, but somehow managed to get a few cool things done, inspite of some pretty tough challenges.

December/January 2017/2018: Being there with mom, as she was dying, Christmas of 2017, pretty much ruined me for January. I was a mess!

February/March: Throat Surgery started off the month, followed up shortly with 4 days in the hospital with aspirated pneumonia and 5 weeks of recouping. Basically feeling like a zombie.

April/May: Managed to get into the studio and work, but ... I felt like I was a 100 year old man. Very depressing time of my life as my mind really wanted to work but my body/lungs could not work more than a few hours.

June: Finally, I was feeling pretty damned good and then ... my landlord for the studio, that I loved, gave me 3 months notice that he was selling the building. FUCK!!! How would I find another place, especially in a tight market that we had.

I happened to get really lucky and find a perfect studio within a couple weeks and started making plans to move. Needless to say, there was no painting going on, except walls in the new studio.

July/August: Moved into great new studio. Open House. Not much new work - busy getting reorganized.

September: Painting again for a few weeks, and a few days in the hospital, again. I spend way too much time in hospitals for one reason or another.

October: Painting (a LOT) for the upcoming one-one man month long exhibit at WICA (Whidbey Island Center for the Arts), hung at the end of October, running thru the end of November.

November: Pretty much down for the month. Revision throat surgery as the first one didn’t work out from 3/18 (new vocal chords installed).

And here I am in the middle of December, looking at the available painting days for the balance of the month and getting very discouraged (Maybe 6)! HOW Does this Happen?

I lay out each month, on an oversized calendar, marking each mandatory appointment. I desperately try not to schedule any appointments during the week, as my painting week is Mon-Fri. I make sure weekends are off for spending time with my Sandy. Nevertheless, any single midweek appointment usually requires a trip off island, which usually gobbles up an entire day!

I paint alone and need time to wrap around this time, if that makes sense. I can’t feel rushed. This is why, often, I don’t start painting till 4:00 or 5:00 after being at the studio since 9:00 in the morning. It takes that long for me to settle down plus there is a never ending list of ‘stuff’ to get done.

Back to the schedule ... I mark ‘PAINT’ on each day that is available and do my best to keep those days open to painting as if they were a scheduled appointment. I get real bitchy if something gets scheduled over those days. It’s a whole day out of my life that I have lost, that I can’t create - for what - to run some usually meaningless life errand. FRUSTRATING! That’s life I guess.

Anyway, I’m hoping to stay out of hospitals and have a nice long stretch of painting as there are many fresh new ideas rambling around in my head. As many of you know, not only am I not afraid to alter a particular style but I thrive on turning things upside down and shaking them up - trying out completely new techniques just to see what happens. Some of my favorite works have come out of the darkest nights and worst ‘mistakes.’ I don’t believe in mistakes anymore. I prefer to call them creative interventions.

So, hopefully I’ll keep my blog updated more frequently. You’d think I’d be better at it. I journal frequently as well as post images and notes on Facebook. I must just forget about my we blog?

Until next time!

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