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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Ello o/, may i request again (dk if i can tho, don't feel pressured if not maken), really love the post you made for the request my heart literally- aawkwkw, i have so many things to say to that post but really busy asfck like if i wnated to, i could literally write a essay or thesis statement, */ahem anyway

BSD boys, while having a fighting/argument with s/o they suddenly grip they're s/o's wrist too hard and ended up leaving a mark (they didn't mean to tho ;-;) that reminded the reader's past child abuse/not used to this type of conflict which lead to angst to comfort or just angst hehe. Idk this is just a random 2am thought(my time rn) I have classes later waking up at 4am too…

AHHHHHH omg yes I'm so sorry I haven't like set up any request rules yet which I should do lol, but I'm so shehejwj but I don't have limits on requests! I just try to get to them when I can <3 Also I'm so sorry about the late response! College is hard x[

But also, I wanna do some scenarios for this, so I'm gonna have to only pick a few that I feel I can write the best for this if that's ok cause ngl I feel the mercury retrograde rn,,,

Scenario: Accidentally triggering past abuse/trauma during an argument (Ranpo, Dazai)

Ranpo

Ranpo was a rather loud guy. That's not his fault, since he's only loud whenever he has a reason to be - he's confident because he knows he can get away with it. He's smart enough to survive some of the most dangerous killers, and is bold enough to laugh in their face about it too.

But god is it aggravating as hell whenever you want to truly talk to the man one on one. Sometimes, you just want to have a normal date with him - like a normal couple and do normal couple stuff.

Like right now, you just want to walk down this busy street and not have to listen to him boast about how stupid people were. It was embarrassing how loud he was about it, how the person who got hit with a car could have easily avoided it had they just checked both sides of the street.

A normal conversation to have after witnesses a horrible event, but you could feel the stares from across the street from the mans wife. Especially towards Ranpo, who seemed to have no social boundaries as everyone else in the area seemed to instead be occupied with the normal human behavior of freaking out after witnessing a man flying in the air and being hit by a car.

To save face, you dragged him away, with him still talking about it as if it were a normal everyday thing. In his world, it probably was - but not to you. Not to normal people, who didn't think about death everyday.

"Ranpo, you need to quiet down."

"What? I'm just saying. It was pretty avoidable you know?"

You turned around to glare at him, gripping your enclasped hands tightly. He thought nothing of it, swirling his ramune bottle rather casually. The ball clinked around with each step the both of you took together.

"I know that. But you do know that it's pretty insensitive to say that in front of him and the wife who saw her husband get hit with a car."

"Y/n."

You were forced back as Ranpo stopped on the sidewalk. It was apart of a narrow stretch of road, empty and away from the commotion, which forced you to look at him. He was staring at you with his eyes, as if trying to puzzle something.

"You don't actually care about them."

There was a pause. You blinked once. Then twice.

"What do you mean by that?"

He held your hand tighter, almost painfully so.

"You don't really care about them that much. So why are you defending them?"

His viridian eyes bore into yours, which deeply unsettled you. He meant nothing by it, especially with the iron grip he had on your hand which kept you in your spot.

"Because not everyone is a superfreak like you Ranpo!"

But it made you incredibly uncomfortable.

You felt the need to defend yourself, somehow.

"Some people have 'empathy' which I know is a foreign concept to people like you."

It was as he cocked his head to the side, like a crow trying to understand what you had just told him. It was as if what you just said had gone right through him, like the wind.

"You don't mean that."

He pulled you towards him. You tried to step back, but you only found yourself stepping around and trying to find your balance again.

You flinched when Ranpo reached to balance you, but you still felt the energy from your sudden bout of frustration pumping through your body. It was embarrassing, but your mind and body were reacting all on their own.

Ranpo kept staring at you, looking past your angry scowl and into something deeper.

"I'm not your enemy Y/n, I know you're upset but there's something more."

He left you feeling naked there.

"It's not that deep. You don't need to defend yourself against me."

You looked down, avoiding his eyes. The sidewalk underneath you was rather cracked and abandoned - there was a dandelion growing just underneath your feet, a rather resilient flower.

"I'm not defending myself, I'm just..."

Ranpo lifted your chin up so you could meet his eyes again, which were now softer, as they had quickly figured out the puzzle that he's struggled with.

You looked back at him. A part of you wanted to keep arguing - it was in your nature, to keep fighting. Unfortunately, it was something you've done for a long time, which Ranpo has figured out by now.

Another thing that made you feel a little uncomfortable.

He met you with a cheeky smile, like a little rat. He closed his eyes, his cheeks raising to meet his eyes.

"I know. You're a good person Y/n."

Dazai

"I just don't think you understand. I can't expect you to, but it's not your problem, so why are you so upset about it?"

Dazai was looking at you from the couch, watching as you were once again picking up bottles he had left from one of his drinking binges. He still smelled of last night, wearing the same clothes and smelling of the various drinks he had lost himself in.

"It clearly is my problem. I'm the one cleaning up your mess right now, so how could I not be involved? Dear god, do you ever look at yourself and want to even try to be better?"

Dazai looked at you, sitting up from his previous lounging position. He stared up, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you - his eyebags prominent in the early morning sunlight.

"What do you mean 'try' to be better? Have you ever even known what it's like to be like this?"

You rolled your eyes, dragging the bag to the front door so you could later bring it to the dumpster of your apartments. In your eyes, he was clearly being dramatic - sitting like some sort of mafioso, needing only a cigarette to seal the deal.

"Everyone has had it hard at one point Dazai. Losing yourself to alcohol every night and weekend doesn't justify it. You have a life to live you know? It's worth living."

You heard footsteps approach behind you, and looked up to see Dazai standing a little too close for comfort. His body was warm, and you could see the sweat and stains on his bandages. His hair was usually fluffy hair was greasy, but his eyes - they were dark, simply staring down at you.

"What do you know about living?"

"What?"

He had backed you into the wall, his hands now on either side of you, blocking you from exiting the danger that had become him and whatever emotional rage he had thrown himself into.

"You act like you know so much about life but you know nothing! You don't know anything about death or life - I don't think you know anything at all really. You feel all too comfortable making these assumptions about me when you don't know who I am, do you?"

He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes at all.

You pushed at him, trying to find space to escape from his hold. His clothes and warmth made you want to burn your skin and run at that moment, and you closed your eyes in order to avoid the worst of your fears as you knew he was staring at you with those eyes that seemed to hold nothing but contempt in that very moment.

When you couldn't break free, instead feeling him pressing himself more against you, you felt your eyes begin to tear up.

"Dazai get the fuck away me."

"Or what? What will you do, oh sweet belladonna?"

You could feel tears build up in your eyes as your pushing did nothing against him - so you resorted to what you knew would work.

You raised your knee as hard as you could, and watched as Dazai fell hard on the ground, falling like a sack of potatoes. He writhed around, clutching his pearls while you gripped your pants, trying to soothe your nerves.

"Dazai I'm..."

You looked around your apartment, looking at the mess that it had become because of him. You looked back down at him, who was still on the ground and wasn't saying anything.

"Dazai I'm going to leave for a bit. Sorry."

I'm so sorry this took so long waaaaahh I'm a slow writer I'm working on it tho ;( also I was thinking about doing Jouno but I felt that it would've been super harsh so maybe I'll do him another time

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x reader #ranpo x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x y/n

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sorrowsofsilence · 3 months

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Burning Out • VII

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, violence, guns, car crash

Authors note: Chapter Seven - Redwine: eeeeeee, sorry this one isn't as long as most of them! It's very action packed and I felt like it was already a lot to digest tbh lol. I do hope you enjoy tho! Song is Redwine by unprocesses (10/10 recommend listening, especially at the end hehe) (I stayed up till 2am writing this which is very bad because I really should sleep but yolo!)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

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Noah jumped on the floor as his hair whipped around, feeling the intro and the crowd cheered, before he gripped the mic stand, preparing to sing.

“Mine immaculate dream Made breath and skin, I've been waiting for you Signed, with a home tattoo Happy birthday to you was created for you.”

I bobbed my head, proud as guests began singing along. It wasn’t until Noah’s voice became deeper and raspier with the chorus that I smiled wider, heart hammering as he sang, watching me periodically from the stand.

“Who do you need? Who do you love When you come undone? Who do you need? Who do you love When you come undone?”

The evening went on as the boys covered various songs, before getting ready to perform their last song for the night.

“Thank you guys so much for jamming along!” Noah yelled before sipping his water bottle, “It’s about to get heavy, so I want to see you mother fuckers headbang!”

The crowd cheered as Noah introduced Glass Houses, and the song began.

I banged my head with the music as their hair flew in spirals, pulling out my phone to record them.

As I opened my phone I saw a text message from an unknown number. Clicking on it my stomach immediately dropped as my limbs warmed with complete terror.

Los Angeles, hey? It’s about time we booked a vacation anyway. See you soon, my volto x

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The square room was grim and damp, the cracked cement floor and torn wooden walls uninviting.

It was a place rarely used, but necessary in times such as these. It had been almost a year since it held a visitor, but the chair chained to the ground in the middle of the room remained untouched, ready for its guest.

I nodded at the men who trailed behind me, dropping the duffle bag of items to the ground.

Stale air hung heavily and I smiled, the waves from the water outside echoing along the corridor.

The perfect place to keep a body.

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NOAH

After our performance finished the five of us left, packing ourselves and the equipment into the van.

Jolly, Ruffilo and Folio were extremely giddy, excitement radiating off of them. At first, I felt this way too, the adrenaline rushing through me from how well it went, and how receptive our audience was. We even had a few people take photos with us, something that surprised me.

But these feelings were short-lived once I noticed Y/N’s behaviour: anxious and detached.

Y/N barely looked at any of us after the show, and she silently waited in the car, eyes glued to her phone.

I waited to ask until we were on the road towards home, her body placed between me and Ruffilo in the middle row of the van. Nicholas noticed her off demeanour as well, his eyes flicking between me and her, nodding his head towards her as he silently cued me to ask what was wrong.

My eyes furrowed at him as I shook my head back, nodding at him to ask her. They’ve gotten close, he might as well do it.

Nicholas rolled his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, nodding at me once more.

“What are you two doing?” Y/N sighed quietly, looking up from her phone and turning her head between the two of us.

“Uh,” I laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of my head, ��well we are both a little worried about you,” I admitted.

Y/N stared at me intensely, chewing on her lip in contemplation. Her face scrunched as conflict arose on her features before she handed me her phone. The screen was bright against the midnight darkness that cascaded around the vehicle. I looked down at the message displayed on the screen, my chest pounding as I read the words.

“Do you know who sent this?” I asked as my eyes widened in worry.

“Sent what?” Nicholas leaned over Y/N, attempting to read the screen. I don’t know if Y/N told the boys what she told me; so I closed the phone, handing it back to her.

She opened the phone again before passing it to Nicholas, and his own face contorted before staring at Y/N, “Volto?”

Y/N sighed again, knowing she would have to repeat everything she told me earlier, “I have a lot to explain to you guys… but for now, I’m not sure who sent the message.”

“Well it has to be someone who knows about the mask,” I suggested before turning my attention to Jolly who groaned in annoyance, staring out the rearview mirror while he clutched the steering wheel.

“God damn asshole, riding my ass.”

Folio looked out the side mirror, matching Jolly’s tone, “What a dick.”

I ignored them, eyeing Y/N, “Do you think it’s one of the Fidelio guys?”

“One of the twins, probably,” She watched back carefully, her eyes becoming distant as she became quiet, “And if it is, I’m fucked.”

I shook my head, my hand trailing down to hold onto her thigh gently, “I will let nothing happen to you.” I squeezed my fingers reassuringly, “I’ll keep you safe.”

She gave me a warm smile as her arm began to shake from the anxiety.

“Can this guy seriously fuck off?” Jolly now growled angrily through gritted teeth, tapping the brakes firmly as a warning which sent our bodies forward from the momentum.

“Dude don’t break-check them,” Nick warned from the passenger seat, holding onto the dashboard, “They’ll hit the gear in the trunk if they smash into us.”

Y/N and Nicholas turned to look out the back window, glaring at the car that rode almost against our bumper. I peeked from the side mirror, watching the headlight’s blind reflection shine against us.

Jolly revved the engine, accelerating against the gas pedal to speed up in an attempt to get away. The car behind followed suit, pulling up to us once again.

I scoffed, leaning forward to look at the speedometer, “Jesus Christ. You’re going the speed limit, right?”

“Of course I am Idiot. I don’t know what this fucker’s problem is,” Jolly’s grip tightened on the wheel as he kept looking back.

“Just make a right,” Nicholas stated as he continued watching behind, “let them pass us; I don’t want anyone getting hurt. We can turn back after.”

Jolly groaned in frustration as he signalled in agreeance, turning at the next light. As we did, the car behind followed suit and we watched in confusion.

“Uh hello?” Jolly yelled, shaking his head. He took another right, and the car followed us down the street once again.

“Are they…following us?” I squinted at the mirror again intensely, eying the lights.

“Jolly,” Y/N said, her breath hitching, “Take another right…”

He agreed, and the car still followed.

“One more,” Her voice was quiet now, her hand slipping into mine. Y/N entwined our fingers nervously, her palms clammy. My heart twitched in awe that she wanted to hold my hand.

“If the car turns with us,” she said restlessly, “They’re following us… because then we will be on the same road as before.”

My leg bounced as I watched this unfold, Nicholas and I peering at each other as we turned right. I sucked in an anticipated breath as there were no lights following for a moment; but then the same car turned the corner, speeding up to us.

“Shit,” Jolly pushed the gas pedal, sending the car forward. Y/N turned to look at me with worry, and I couldn’t help but match her expression. I held her hand firmly, my other gripping the handle that hung from the roof.

“Do you think-” Y/N’s voice wavered as she clung to me, “It’s them?”

Nicholas watched, confused, “Who? What is going on?”

“Jolly, step on it,” Nick yelled.

“Actually I was thinking of pulling over and chatting- Of course I’m fucking stepping on it!” Jolly mumbled in miffed anger, turning again.

The street light up ahead flashed yellow and the van rumbled beneath as Jolly floored it to make the light in time. The chase intensified as he navigated through the chaos of the city. Y/N squeezed my hand nervously and leaned into my side.

“We need to get out of town- who knows what’ll happen if we have to stop at a red light,” Nicholas huffed, turning back and forth between us and the car.

“Well, I ain’t stopping at a red light regardless,” Jolly turned the vehicle again, our bodies swaying with the velocity, “but hold on.”

It was a race down the vacant streets as we hastily sped past various buildings. They became a blur, before completely disappearing once we reached the outskirts of the city.

“Folio,” I grabbed the back of his seat, pulling my face next to his, “Are the extra masks and guns still in the glovebox?”

Nick opened the glovebox and Y/N’s pills spilled out, rolling onto the floor. I frowned for a brief moment before watching Nick reach for the fabric that lay inside. He passed each of us a mask, except Y/N, before handing me the gun.

I pulled out the clip, checking that I had enough rounds. Clicking it back in, I slipped the black mask over my face, Nicholas and Nick following.

I peered at Y/N through the holes of the mask, her eyes widening with fear.

“What’s the plan?” Nick asked from the front, rummaging underneath the seat for a moment before pulling out another gun. He passed it to Nicholas, who slid it into his waistband.

I watched the car’s erratic movements as it swayed with us, mimicking our every twist and turn.

“Pull off the road and confront them?” Nicholas suggested, and I snickered, rolling down the window.

“Time to play a game,” I muttered, unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Noah-” Y/N gripped my wrist, holding me, “What are you doing?”

I pulled away from her grip, “Warning shots. Maybe get a tire or two.”

I turned my body so I was facing the back, before pulling my head out of the window. The wind whipped past the back of my body forcefully as the car drove hastily along the road, my arm wobbling through the instability of the speed. My other hand remained holding onto the handle inside, attempting to ground myself, to avoid falling out of the moving car.

I held up the gun, pointing it toward the car that trailed behind tauntingly. Without hesitating I pulled the trigger, my finger grazing the metal as it fired. My wrist moved subtly with the kickback and I watched the bullet bounce off the pavement before I shot another, now hitting the hood of the car. The metal twanged in response, small sparks flying.

The vehicle swerved, attempting to avoid my shots as I fired a few more. The drivers slowed down for a second before speeding up, ignoring my threat.

I snarled at their resilience, firing another shot that then flew into the left headlight, burning it out. The car sped up again, this time pulling up right into the bumper.

They were going to try and hit us off the road.

“Fuck,” I muttered angrily, slipping back inside the car. I clicked my seatbelt into place, checking Y/N’s and making sure it was secure.

“So clearly they’re not backing off!” Nick screamed through the sound of the engine, and Jolly yelled at him.

“No shit!”

With a surge of determination, Jolly gripped the steering wheel tightly and pushed down on the accelerator one last time, determined to escape the chaos unfolding behind us. My heart hammered as I watched Jolly push the van to its limits, and the race against time and fate left Y/N uneasy beside me.

“I can’t go fast enough in this piece of shit they’re gonna hit us,” Jolly blared, knuckles whitening, “Hold on!”

Jolly slowed in an attempt to brace for impact, and the car behind us rammed into our bumper, the screeching of tires filling the air as our vehicle swerved to the side. The world seemed to slow as our bodies swung, our van colliding with the car of the unknown. I reached for Y/N, our fingers barely able to entwine as my lungs collapsed, my breath escaping me in complete shock.

The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline, my mind in a haze. Our van spun into the cement barricade that bordered the highway and the impact sent debris flying in all directions, the shockwave of the collision reverberating within my body. Glass from the windows shattered around us, spraying like glitter in the moonlight as the impact jolted the five of us forward. Time was still as the turmoil unfolded in a split second, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

As my head throbbed and ears rang, the faint taste of blood lingered on my tongue. Dust and debris filled the air as whiplash consumed me, and I peered at Y/N whose body hung folded over the middle seat.

“Y/N-” I coughed, choking on the lack of oxygen that fought to fill my lungs. I reached for her, my knuckles torn from the glass. The world began to fade away as I pushed myself toward her, gripping her body.

“Y/N,” I yelled, and she groaned, her head flopping towards me. A trail of crimson trickled from her forehead, dirt coating her features. She coughed and sucked in a shaky breath, before her E/C eyes opened, landing on me.

“Noah,” She whispered, barely audible as she blinked slowly, coming to. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and the shock of the situation hit like a ton of bricks as I remembered the situation seconds prior. Whoever hit us was surely going to get to us any second.

I pulled away from Y/N’s grip slowly, leaning down as my head spun, searching for the gun.

“Ruffles-” Y/N turned to him with worry, moving slowly as she placed a hand on both sides of his face, checking the cuts that dug into his skin.

Nicholas moaned in pain as he responded, and my eyes followed his gaze towards Jolly and Folio. Both airbags had exploded, their heads lying against the white canvas that was gradually beginning to deflate. Were they alive?

My heart raced as I gripped the gun lying on the floor, before attempting to push myself between the seats, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, “Nick? Jolly?”

“What the fuck,” Nick murmured in pain and I sighed in relief once I heard his voice, before poking Jolly. He let out a loud grunt.

The van was in complete shambles, and I struggled to free myself from the twisted metal and broken glass that surrounded us. I kicked open the backseat door and crawled out of the car, my hands landing on the cool asphalt. The dimly lit surroundings cast eerie shadows, adding to the disorientation and vulnerability as I stood up, scoping out the scene.

The car that followed us was barely smashed on the other side of the road; both front doors opened once I was in view. A gunshot flew past my ear, ricocheting off the cement.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered under my breath, ducking behind the wreckage of the van. I peered into the vehicle as Y/N rubbed her eyes, “They’re firing at us!”

Nick pushed the door open, his body rolling onto the ground, groaning, “The gun,” He swayed, pulling himself up, searching the car with a hand, “Ruffilo! Give me the gun!”

More shots were fired from behind and I covered my head, looking back at Y/N who hid in Nicholas’ chest, completely afraid. He gripped her tightly, protecting her head as he threw the gun to Folio, who cocked it, placing his back against the torn metal.

Jolly yelled at Nick to move as he crawled from the driver’s seat to the passengers, sliding out, and hiding behind the debris, “We need to form a plan!”

“There’s no time,” I growled, closing my eyes as my breath heaved from my chest, anticipating the worst as the shots got closer and closer, bouncing between the road and the metal of the car.

I got down on the ground, my knees rubbing against the rock as I peeked around what was left of the bumper. Amongst the dust from the collision two figures appeared from the smoke, their black suits slick and barely untouched- comical.

My eyes squinted in recognition as I looked at their heads, the slick silver sheen glinting from the moonlight. The muzzle was long, and the ears appeared sharp and pointy, followed by a set of painted black features.

Fox masks covered their identity, the two walking in sync towards us.

The article. The Twins.

“Noah-” Jolly hunched over, his breathing erratic as his tattered long hair peeked from beneath the mask he now slid over his face, “Who is it?”

My mind skimmed to a conclusion as I scooted back, “They’re here for Y/N. We need to get her away from here, or at least distract them till she can run.”

“N0,” Y/N pulled herself from Nicholas, tears streaming down her face. She peered out the broken window, a hand climbing to her mouth as she held it there in fear once she saw them, “You guys need to run. They want me, I don’t need you getting hurt.”

I shook my head, cocking the gun, “I told you I would protect you. I will not go back on my word.”

“No, you don’t understand,” She almost screamed in dread, “That has to be Kiean and Kade. They used to tell me if shit hit the fan, they’d turn to the fox masks.”

“What does that mean?” I shook my head in confusion, looking at them once again before turning my attention to Y/N.

“They twisted an old Indigenous legend of the fox twins,” She said, watching them as she spoke, “instead of the twins growing as heroes from their demise, they strive for revenge.”

I pulled at the fabric that covered my face, readjusting it before standing up. I dropped the loaded gun next to my foot, before revealing myself from behind the car.

“Noah!” She yelled, but I continued walking out, holding my hands up.

The one on the right pointed the gun at me, my throat aching from the adrenaline as I heaved nervously.

“Where is she,” His voice was muffled from the mask, deep and antagonizing as he held the threat menacingly.

I shook my head, hands held up high in surrender, “Who the hell are you talking about?”

“You think I’m stupid?” The man scoffed, turning his head to look at his companion before back at me.

“You assholes were following us. I don’t know who you’re talking about and what you want.” my demeanour was cold, and overly calm considering the circumstances. I was a ticking time bomb, ready to lunge at any second.

A deep laugh erupted behind the same mask, “I will shoot you. Get her out here.”

I scoffed, lowering my hands, “Look, we don’t have anything you want. So, I think we’re done here.”

The gun pointed toward me clicked, and I swallowed harshly, staring at the barrel.

“Y/N,” The man said, her name foreign and vile as it trailed from his mouth. He knew she was there.

I dared not to look at the car behind me, but I noticed a figure move from my peripheral. No Y/N, don’t.

“Again,” I laughed, mocking them with stupidity, “There’s only four of us- and this Y/N person isn’t one-”

The man then took quick steps forward with the gun, and before I knew it Y/N shouted, exposing herself as she stood in front of me, guarding my chest.

“NO!”

Fuck.

The fox tilted his head as the gun was now placed in front of Y/N’s forehead, her shoulders heaving with her erratic breaths. Her arms were out protectively toward the men as she placed herself between death and remorse; the other gun from the car within her grasp. My stomach swirled with unease and liability.

Seconds felt like minutes as we stood there; but finally, his weapon lowered, arm slowly resting against his side. His free hand reached underneath the bottom of the plastic that covered his head, peeling off the layer of false anonymity.

Dull green eyes met mine, the repulsion behind them dissolving me from the inside out. His gaze was almost feral as his lip turned into a snarl at my presence; he didn’t dare look away as he spoke.

“This?” he scoffed, appalled, “You moved on to this piece of shit?”

The wavy head of dirty blonde hair that sat on his head was paired with a straight upturned nose, slight facial hair, and a nose ring. He was the definition of a pretty-white boy surfer, and my eyes narrowed.

“Fucking whore.” He spit as he then stared at Y/N, his jaw clenching. The muscles in his neck tightened as he watched her viciously.

“Kade,” The next voice warned, and I peered at the twin who stood behind him. As he took his mask off I swore I heard Y/N gasp ever so lightly, the gun in her grasp lowering slightly.

This man looked almost identical to the one looming over us; except his hair was to his shoulders, the top tied back into a small bun. His eyes seemed softer- gentler. The emerald gaze was more vibrant as he stared at her; until he met mine.

“Please,” Y/N’s voice wavered, “Let him go. Take me, but let him go.”

“Why?” Kade laughed, tapping the gun against his thigh, “you care about him?”

Kade stepped forward, and Y/N stepped back, pushing into my torso.

“Hmm?” He taunted.

“I- you don’t need to do anything irrational,” She held up her hands. She was afraid.

“This your new toy?” The blonde’s words began digging into her, but his eyes remained on me.

She hiccuped, holding her hands up in front of her face in defence as he got closer to us.

“You’re fucking him now?” He roared.

“K-Kiean,” She stuttered, almost in a plea toward the other twin.

Kiean.

As I went to move in front of her, the back of Kade’s hand swung into Y/N’s head, the handle of the gun cutting the skin above her lip. She clutched her face as she stumbled backward, falling onto the asphalt. The gun slid across the road.

Anger rose from my chest instantly, “Don’t you fucking touch her,” My voice dripped with venom, and without thinking I held my arm up, sending a forceful blow into the side of Kade’s neck.

As if a bomb went off, he lunged for me, my back sliding onto the cement as he fell on top of me, “I want to see your pathetic face,” He screamed, his anger ripping from his throat as he began punching my chest, clawing at the fabric that covered me.

The air I had left was dispersing from my lungs as I began rolling with him, punching him back.

“Noah!” Y/N screamed as she scrambled to her feet, running toward me; but the other twin grabbed her, caging her in his arms. She thrashed aggressively, attempting to free herself.

I heard the shuffling of footsteps from the side and Jolly appeared, throwing himself into Kade’s body. Nick was right behind, picking me up as Nicholas ran toward Y/N and Kiean.

A gunshot ripped through the air and everybody froze, my ears ringing with anticipation.

Time slowed once again as I looked up at Y/N.

Kiean held Y/N firmly, the gun pointed at her head. Tears of terror began brimming her eyes as she grabbed at the suit covering his arm.

I exhaled quickly as I watched Y/N; the fear in her eyes radiating back at me- hopeless. I shook my head, licking my lips in panic; I needed her. It took everything in me not to run toward her as the gun pressed vehemently into her skull.

“Don’t move,” Kiean said, slowly backing towards the car. Kade quickly got his feet, scurrying away from Jolly and following his copy. Kade grabbed the gun that Y/N had dropped, pointing it toward the four of us.

“Noah-” Y/N cried, her body convulsing in her captor’s arms as he dragged her closer to the car.

Her lips trembled as she screamed her last word before Kiean put her in the car, “Run.”

Kade began to fire at us and we ducked, running back to the smashed van for shelter as bullets flew past us. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as adrenaline washed through me once again. I wanted to yell, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run to Y/N, and I wanted to tell her it would all be okay.

But I couldn’t- she was gone.

And I was a coward.

A useless fucking coward.

The gunshots ceased as the engine revved, doors slamming as the sound of wheels spinning out filled the midnight scene. The car began racing down the road, taking Y/N with them.

My saving grace.

Our heavy breathing was all I could hear as I squeezed my eyes shut, an angry scream crawling from my lungs. I threw my mask to the grounds.

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The leaves crunched beneath my feet as I waded, tears brimming my eyes. I placed the white flower on top of the stone, sighing as I sniffed and sat down. The dying grass was wet beneath my legs, but I didn’t care.

“It’s been a while,” I whispered, lowering my head towards my deaf listeners. The breeze swirled through my hair, my brunette locks swaying gently with each gust. I zipped up my black jacket, placing my hands into the pockets.

“I met a nice girl,” I laughed ever so softly, her image filling my mind. I closed them once the memory of two nights ago crashed through her smile, blurring the good and bad.

“And I already fucked up,” I wiped my nose as my throat tightened, “I tainted her.”

The wind whistled between the graves as if responding.

I picked at the grass for a moment, playing nervously with the strands I pulled from the dirt, “she’s gone. I don’t know how to find her.”

My vision blurred as silent tears fell, and my head bowed again.

“I miss you, mom.” I used my sleeve to dry my cheeks, “and you, dad.”

The three of us sat in silence, the trees above the cemetery singing with the autumn air. I spoke to them for a few more minutes. I tried to make it quick, knowing that if I stayed longer I wouldn't be able to leave.

“I hope you get to meet her someday,” I murmured as I stood, dusting off my pants.

“I’d like to hear about this girl.”

My stomach dropped as I whipped around in alarm, my heart thumping rapidly once I met his silver completion.

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Soon, I’ll kill my final piece of evidence… and soon, I’ll have control of Fidelio.

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We couldn’t save our lives but we’re here Drunk and fucked up so in love what we once had Now it’s over, one last time here On the streets but they lead nowhere Time and time again we were not thankful for our gifts Things we took for granted like a sweet kiss on your lips We could have been at the start of our days but it ends Stories have been told You’re so pretty when you’re drunk In a world like that

Chapter 8

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens band #noah sebastian davis #burning out fanfic #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo #sorrows of silence #burning out #crime #crime fanfic

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just-another-siimp · 1 year

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Surface Pressure 141 x Reader HCs

Just a dumb bunch of thoughts about the 141st members reacting to their S/O giving them a massage, i crave fluff so i'm writing it for myself. If you guys like this please reblog! It gives me my daily serotonin boost.

word count: 1.3k Warnings: Unsure, if you find any let me know <3.

Captain John Price

We all know that as Captain, John is under a lot of pressure to not only keep his team alive but to get results.

A lot of the stress that he has is held in his shoulders, it doesn't help that post mission he spent a lot of his time hunched over a desk completing reports.

Massages often helped.

You often bought him coffee in the early hours of the morning, strong and dark the perfect combination to get him through the rest of his reports.

Even with exhaustion hanging over you, you'd stay by his side. Keeping him company until he joined you in bed.

You sat on your phone, idly scrolling through the news trying to catch up on the normal of aspects of life you missed while deployed. In the three months since you'd been away there was another royal scandal, the clicking of keys stopped drawing your attention away from the click bait article you'd been occupying yourself with.

Looking up you noticed how John rubbed his shoulder, sighing as he checked over his work before turning to you. When your eyes met he smiled and you practically melted, rolling the chair closer to his side in order to steal a kiss to the cheek before you lost him to his reports again.

"I'm almost done, love. Won't be long now." Your hand reached out to his, squeezing gently as you stood fingers sliding up his arm and the shoulder he'd been rubbing just moments prior. Wordlessly you added a small amount of pressure, both hands now gently massaging the tension away. John leaned back in his chair, head lulling to the side as his hands reached up to hold yours. In a matter of seconds he'd completely melted in his chair, blue eyes staring lovingly up at you.

"You've been sitting at this desk too long, dear." "Hmm if you keep this up I'll never get the reports done."

"That's the point."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz always has an air of 'calm' surrounding him, it's the reason why you'd fallen in love with him. Even under pressure he never seemed to crack, though that didn't change the fact that even he could grow angry and frustrated.

Anger was often a result of exhaustion, nightmares, aching limps keeping him awake or the worst possible thing. Your young neighbours throwing a house party at 2am on a tuesday.

You'd hate to admit it but even you were growing tense with the near constant thudding of bass boosted music. The party did eventually end, only with police intervention. Which was probably for the best, because if either of you had gone next door it would not have been a nice encounter.

Even after the nights drama Gaz couldn't sleep, he'd continued to toss and turn next to you. No amounts of spooning able to quench the frustration he felt.

Gaz had gotten up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, you sat up listening to the sound of footsteps padding back into the room. He gave you an apologetic smile as he placed the glasses down, that's when you realised. He'd bought you water too. This man was far too sweet to be real.

"Sorry to wake you Sweetheart."

"Come 'ere"

Your voice was coated in sleep, soft and sweet as you reached out for him. As he knelt down on the bed he pulled you into a kiss, something soft and sweet hidden within all of his anger and frustration.

"Lay down."

"Is that an order?" He's smirking at you, you're rolling your eyes at him. Despite the sass he still lays down, on his stomach. Fingers tugging lightly at the shirt you wore, it belonged to him once upon a time. Doing your best not to accidentally knee Kyle in the ribs you straddled his back, hands running down his back.

"Don't be a shit, Kyle."

"Yes ma'am."

In a matter of seconds he was putty in your hands, muscles relaxing under your expert hands as they pushed out the knots in his back. Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep, with you laying on his back like a weighted blanket. Both finally sleeping peacefully.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost isn't the type to enjoy a massage, or any form of TLC really. The feeling of hands on his shoulders send him back to the battlefield, the weight on his back makes him feel like he's suffocating.

Even with you he's not fond of a massage, if you start to rub his shoulders or back he'll guide you into a a hug. Often smothering you in a cuddle, or returning the favour and offering to give you a massage instead.

What he does like however, is his hands being played with.

Simon can't explain it, but the feeling of your fingers gently pinching the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger is relaxing.

The movie had long since been abandoned, yet it still played softly in the background. You and Simon hadn't moved from the couch since dinner, takeout containers sitting empty on floor instead of being disposed of immediately. 'It won't hurt for the floor to be messy for a few hours' Simon had said, his attempt at keeping you on the couch successful. He'd sat with his back against the armrest, you between his legs so he could stop you from leaving. So you wouldn't have been able to say no either way.

Your hands had taken one of his, gently massaging away the ache that had settled in during the cool evening. He told you he was starting to get old, you rolled your eyes and reminded him that you're both the same age.

As the ending title began to play you shifted, releasing his hand as you attempted to get up. The same hand you'd been holding moments early snaking back around your waist and pulling you back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pee"

"I'm coming with you." At that comment you smack his hand, standing up.

"Clingy are we?"

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny is very much a head rub kinda guy, he would start world war three if it meant getting a head rub.

that's an exaggeration, he wouldn't.. unless- jk

He likes to sit in front of you on the couch while you play with his mohawk, normally he pulls your leg over his shoulder and will massage your calf or foot.

He doesn't want you to feel left out

but when he's stressed tho? like mega stressed all of the tension in his body goes to his neck. He ends up getting Migraines so bad he sits in a dark until they go away. When on a mission it's worse.

As the sun went down the chill in the safe house grew, huddling closer to the fire you waited for Soap to come out of the shower. He'd been in there for longer than usual, you could only assume that it was as a result of the exhaustion that had overtaken both of you.

If it wasn't for the chill that had set in you'd probably have fallen asleep in bed, but you'd wait for Johnny first. After all snuggling was the best way to achieve warmth, or so he liked to remind you. The door swung open behind you, footsteps skipping right past you as he flopped down on the bed.

It was clear as day and you knew the signs, he had one of those Migraines again.

"mo ghràdh.. I'm so tired."

"Come get into bed properly, love. Then you can sleep."

Once you were both snuggled up under the covers, your hand rested on the back of his neck. Thumb sliding up from his shoulder just to the base of his ear, adding a little pressure before going back to it's starting position.

"Y/N-"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"Thank you.."

Within a few minutes you'd both drifted off to sleep.

#call of duty mw2 #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle garrick #captain john price #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #this got long #i'm not sorry #i want a head rub now #simp writes #thanks komo for the save with soap

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stabbyfoxandrew · 3 days

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Hey Aerie! Did someone really just fucking stole an idea from you??? Wtf I'm mad about this.

If you don't want to talk about the werewolf (!!!!!!) Neil au bc of that I totally understand, but I would also listen if you'd talk about it! (I'm maybe a little bit feral about werewolves... I know you like vampires a lot ;-) but I am a slut for werewolves...)

I hope you are asleep right now but have a great day when you read this!! Love you <3

Unfortunately I was not asleep when I got this last night. Lol. It was 2am and I had just laid down. :') <3333 But I love you! <33 Also omg werewolves were my shit when I was younger, then somehow it swapped to vampires? :'))

Also if you want I'll tell you about the 'fic-stealing incident'. It was really annoying but it all worked out and I will now be writing it for the Paranormal Fic Fest instead. YAY! So nothing truly terrible happened but it was stressful and annoying at the time.

Beware: super long ramble under the cut. Unless you're Cody c-lion you probably don't wanna open that. :'))

The reason I never talked about this on my blog is because I figured somehow people would think I was in the wrong and send me mean shit. :') But what happened was... I signed up for the big bang again this year.

I wasn't going to because last year my artist partner literally disappeared and the mod didn't bother to tell me they dropped until I asked if they could check on them. But I figured I'd try again anyhow. So I came up with two ideas. (One being demon neil, which I submitted for the bang. And the other was werewolf neil, which I am SO insane about.)

I wrote outlines for both and decided to use the demon neil one. Then I got my partner assigned and they... Hardly ever responded. I mean, I answered them within minutes. It would take them several days to reply. Every single time. Then it got to a point where they just didn't answer at all for two whole weeks. I figured they were ghosting me, like last year.

They message me the day before the check-in and ask if the art idea (that I suggested) would be alright. Like. They hadn't started at all. I hadn't either, since they had disappeared. I didn't answer. Instead I told the mod I was dropping. And they said they would have another writer write my fic for me. Like...

Uh... It's the first check-in. The artist hasn't done shit yet. Why on earth would you give my fic to someone else? Like normally, this might not have been a problem. If I had been really vague with my idea. But when I wrote out my prompt I gave a lot of detail. I thought the more the better, so the artists would know what they would be working with. However...

Since I gave so much detail, they would've been writing My Fic. Not just a random au where Neil happens to be a demon. I mean I gave a simplified version of the plot? So. That would've been so suckish. But I explained to the mod that I wanted to keep my idea and they said they'd reassign the artist to a different writer instead.

So everything worked out in the end. But I was very, very upset when it was happening. Like... I had a bit of a panic attack. Which sounds stupid I guess. But I had planned this all out and I was in love with it. You don't kidnap a baby and hand it to some rando? TwT (My writing is all I have. I'm aware that it's sad, but it is true.)

Anyhow! I won't be doing a random partner event ever again because the last two have sucked. :')) (This is no shade to the mods or anything. I get it must be hard to run stuff. But partners disappearing and stuff... Sucks major ass. I don't wanna have to depend on a random stranger for a partnered thing.)

The first bang I ever did was amazing! It was for a different fandom, back in like 2017. But the partner I had for that was awesome and really sweet. We were friends for a while afterwards. So I guess my expectations were too high I guess? :')

But yeah! That was all that went down. Nothing terrible in the end. I just got very autistic-ly upset about my baby almost being snatched. (My friend's dms were... full of me blubbering about it:')) That being said! I will definitely have to come and talk about werewolf neil at some point! (And... maybe... add him to wipw... Eventually...)

If you read this far you're a saint. I love you! <3 Muah.

#seriously. don't open that ^^^ unless you wanna read one million paragraphs of me explaining something that doesn't matter.#(i'm chatty today and i will ramble about anything given the opportunity. however. i must go finish vampjean. and get her posted.)#(and then work on wipw. which i haven't started yet TWT)#answered #c-lion #long post #love

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haleyhunwritingss · 2 years

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Rough Morning

UPDATE: HI GUYS<3 This is a repost from my old blog (@haleyhunwritess) I'm going to be repost a lot more fics, please try to promote them and this new account if you possibly can🥺

Pairings: Daddy!stucky x Little!reader

Warning: little reader, dd/lg themes, talk about nightmares

A/N: Ahhh this is my first fic, so pleaseeeee don’t hate me if the writing is awful. I literally wrote this just now and it’s like 2am. If anyone wants any more fics like this then let me know<33

It was almost noon but Bucky was still sleeping on the couch. You couldn’t really blame him since he spent hours trying to go to sleep, only to be woken up by the same nightmares again. In an effort to distract his mind, he moved to the living room and decided to watch a movie with them his little and Steve. Eventually he was able to fall asleep after he had a chance to calm down a bit.

However, he quickly woke up after hearing dome loud noises coming from the front door, making him smile knowing that it was most likely Y/N and Steve coming back home from the cafe with some breakfast.He rubbed his eyes a bit to fully wake himself up before getting off the couch to walk to the front door to greet them, however, he stopped himself when he heard Steve’s voice.

“Go to your room. Right now. If I hear another sound come out of that troublesome mouth of yours I promise I will have you bent over my knee within seconds.” As soon as Bucky heard this he knew you must have really pissed Steve off, given that he’s the less stricter of the two he’d never yell at you like that unless he had a good reason.

“B-but Daddy what about brunc-“

“What did I just say little girl? You know what, you’re clearly not taking this seriously. Let’s see if you’re still bratty after a little trip over my knee huh?” Bucky couldn’t just keep listening anymore and quickly walked over to them to try to diffuse the situation a bit.

“Hey hey! Stop it Steve. What happened?” Bucky quickly picked you up while talking to Steve, noticing the tears building up in your eyes. He could tell that it was breaking Steve’s heart to see you this upset but he still kept his angry face on.

“Why don’t you ask little miss brat why she is about to have a sore bum with my handprint on it” Steve huffed and grabbed his coffee cup before storming off upstairs.

“Babydoll? Hey it’s okay…it’s alright baby…Dada is here. What’s going in that pretty little head of yours huh? Tell Dada what happened please” Bucky quickly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you into a tight embrace while you softly cry on his shoulder.

“I-I told Daddy t-that…that he was being a meanie a-and said a bad word at t-the cafe b-because h-he wouldn’t let me have a c-cookie…and Daddy w-warned me to stop it or he’d h-gave to punish me…but I k-kept going and t-threw a tantrum a-and embarrassed Daddy…” You try to explain what happened while sobbing loudly, with Bucky hushing your cries and gently rubbing your back.

“Sweetheart…you know we don’t throw tantrums, right? Okay, stop it. No more tears. Okay, doll?” He sits down on the couch and sits you on his lap, gently wiping away your tears.

“B-but I make Daddy a-angry a-a-and Daddy hate me now!” You start to sob even louder, making Bucky wince slightly.

“Sweetness, I don’t hate you.”

You and Bucky both turn to look at the stairs, realizing Steve came back downstairs and heard your entire conversation. You quickly get up from Bucky’s lap and walk over to Steve, raising your arms in the hopes that he’ll pick you up. He quickly picks you up and hugs you tightly while shushing your sobs and whispering sweet words in your ears.

“Darling, I don’t hate you. Although it wasn’t okay for you to throw a tantrum, it may not have been that big of a deal for you to have a tiny bit of sugar in the morning. However, you have to ask me nicely, and if I say no then there are no tantrums. Is that understood?” Steve looks down at you and you quickly nod your head, sniffling a bit while wiping the tears away.

“All this over a bit of sugar in the morning? I thought I was the strict one” Bucky stifles a laugh when Steve glares back at him.

“Steve, I’m just kidding! It’s okay, I get it. You guys barely got any sleep last night, and yeah I’ll admit that’s mostly my fault, so I get it. It’s fine, it was a rough morning but I’m sure she’s learnt her lesson. Right, babydoll?” You quickly nod at Bucky, while trying not to frown when you hear him say it’s his fault for keeping you up.

“Buck you know it’s not your fault. We were both having trouble sleeping last night so that’s on both of us, and you can’t control your nightmares you know that. It was a rough morning but it’s over now. I think we could all really just use some rest. What do you say, baby?” Steve looked down at you, and chuckled lightly when he realized you already fell asleep.

“God she’s precious.” Bucky smiled and took you from Steve’s arms, giving you a kiss on your forehead before putting you down on the couch and placing a soft blanket over you. He turned back to Steve who still looked a bit upset.

“Look I’m sorry…you’re right, we were both feeling a bit stressed last night so we put her to bed late, and we couldn’t even sleep until almost 4am. It was no one’s fault, I just felt kinda bad…you know I can’t stand her crying, it’s heartbreaking.” Bucky looked back at your sleeping figure, feeling a bit guilty for all your tears earlier.

“I know…I feel awful. I’ll try to make it up to her when she wakes up. She definitely still needs to be punished for that tantrum she threw at the cafe. God you should’ve seen the looks we got in there! That’s it I’m taking away some of her stuffies for a week! Well…maybe not a week…I mean she does love her tea parties and I think she’d be even more grumpy if I did that…what if I take them away for fiv-four days? Hmm but that’s still too much…Buck how about if I take her pacis- Buck? Did you fall asleep?” Steve looks over to the couch and rolls his eyes when he sees you and Bucky asleep and cuddling on the couch.

“Alright…where is that sharpie now? It’s time for a little revenge.”

#daddy!steve #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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Okay so I started writing, HOW DO YOU WRITE?!

I am trying to think of things to write but it is literally impossible to think of things to say. I know what I wanna write, but when it comes to typing it I'm completely lost

ah yes, the eternal question which strikes both reverence and absolute terror in creators far and wide

“where do i begin?”

[everything below this cut was written in a sarcastic 2am frenzy, read at your own risk]

i guess it depends on what you already have: is it a character, a setting, a plot or a dialogue prompt; sometimes you might only have ✨a vibe✨ but none of the formerly mentioned, which is, to put it lightly, the absolute worst in that case i pray upon thee good luck my friend

i mostly start off with a line of dialogue because that’s just what usually comes to me first, everyone’s a little different in that regard though and there’s absolutely no right or wrong answer to what motivates you

from what i have i try to fill in the rest of my blanks, mainly “who could say that?” and “in what context could this line be said?”, often enough i can imagine a scenery and a rough story line around that already; if not, it’s though luck and i procrastinate until the missing puzzle piece just comes to me, forcing it wouldn’t help anyway

it can also really help to bounce your ideas off of someone else; even if they don’t contribute anything new or helpful at all, voicing and describing your thoughts to someone else can help visualise what you’re working with and often enough inspiration strikes you in the process; also every now and then, others do have a sensible thought too jsjsh /lh (to everyone who’s ever had to listen to me ramble about me fics, you’re a god-sent, i love you, mwah mwah <3)

that’s when i usually sit down and prepare to meet my arch nemesis: the first sentence

my tip: just rip the band-aid off; you have to start somewhere and contemplating the first five words for hours on end does absolutely nothing but hold you back and you can come back and edit it later anyway (i almost never actually do that bc spoiler alert: the first sentence won’t make or break your fic; a “bad” first sentence won’t make it unreadable but a neat one also can’t save what is unsavable)

then i proceed to word vomit onto the page, have a couple mental breakdowns every now and then, finish about 95% and procrastinate the ending again (same tip as before: just get it over with, not writing it is not finishing your fic either; also, believe it or not, the end is changeable as well)

i continue by promising myself i will go over and rewrite the abomination again, then i throw it at my best friend so she can tell me that a) i’m in fact not delusional and people won’t think i’m completely weird for writing that and b) yes, i have in fact used the language known to most as “english”; although, deep down, i know i mainly do it so i can further procrastinate actually posting my fic and opening myself to potential criticism from people i do not know

if i’m feeling particularly motivated, i might actually start formatting my tumblr post, putting in the tags and writing the head of the fic (summary, pairing, warnings, author’s note etc)

i receive feedback from my friend, reread my fic a bajillion times just to miss a bunch of typos and grammatical errors, proceed to break my promise and not change my fic at all, paste it into tumblr, and hover over the post button for a disgustingly long time

once i’ve actually decided to press the damn thing, i immediately close tumblr and bring a safe distance between me and the app

now all that’s left to do is wait for validation from strangers on the internet in form of tags, comments or asks

those were a lot of very sarcastic words to basically say that you should just get started and not worry about it too much; every fic is different and sometimes the words seemingly don’t stop flowing and other times it feels like you’ve never seen a word before in your life; you can also flip-flop between these two stages within the same fic

at the end of the day, we write because we like torturing ourselves visualising our ideas on a page so we can share them with others; art is hard so this is the next best medium to share the headcanons and the brain worms and the rants and the incoherentscreaming the voice in your head does when you see your favourite character

we’re no professionals, we’re just silly little people on our silly little blogs sharing our silly little stories with other silly little people on their silly little blogs who in turn share their silly little stories with us

this is my guide to how i write 90% of my stories; why only 90% you ask? because every now and then a monster comes by, takes up all your brain space, ends up being 11k+ words and you just know you would’ve gone absolutely mental writing it without some form of planning before hand

if you don’t write anything like that, the dumpster fire above might help (mainly the beginning because it just got weirder and weirder with every added paragraph)

to close this off, i’ll leave you with some wise words

roses are red,

violets are blue,

don’t ask me for advice,

i ain’t got a clue

this is your sign to never let me write a writing guide, ever

#coffee & tea break #letter from: the lovely yourloc lgh0st ✿#it started off good #and turned weird really quickly #blame it on anything but me #i do hope this somehow helps #and if you didn’t think i was a complete and utter idiot before #how’s your perception of me now?#if you came here looking for actual advice #i’m sorry #i might sit down and write a more serious guide if people are interested #i’m trying to demystify the process of writing with some sarcasm #it’s really not that scary

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earthtooz · 2 years

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'𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.'

aka: you don't mind being lonely with the love of your life

pairings: suna rintarou x f!reader / kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

warnings: FLUFF, SFW, has swearing, late night shenanigans with suna and he teaches you how to skateboard + kuroo gets in a fight and you need to patch him up :( word counts: suna (1.4k), kuroo (1.2k)

a/n: favourite boys <3, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. HIGHLY recommend listening to 'this side of paradise' by coyote theory whilst reading. bye i've been listening to this song for FOUR hours just to write this- enjoy!

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔:

you weren't expecting much to happen on a saturday night, some of your friends were out partying to celebrate the end of finals and exams, but you skipped out in favour of some much-needed alone time.

with the busy evening all of your friends have opted to sacrifice themselves to, you definitely weren't expecting a notification from your phone.

[ 8: 44 ] ─ sunarin </3 lol what are you listening to rn loser

[ 8: 44 ] ─ you >:) why are you judging me tf 🤨 none of your business

[ 8: 44 ] ─ sunarin </3 i'm not judging u you're legit the only active person on spotify rn ❗❗❗ it's kinda hard to not see you're listening to coyote paradise

[ 8: 44 ] ─ you >:) ... whatever. what do u want 🙄

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 come to my dorm and hang out w me

[ 8: 45 ] ─ you >:) no?????? you're gross.

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 you're getting blocked

[ 8: 45 ] ─ you >:) i was kidding you crybaby i'll b there in 5

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 ez cya later

true to your word, you were knocking on suna's dorm five minutes later and you didn't even have to do so twice before he's opening the door eagerly, pulling you in. you greet him with a brief hug, swinging your arms around his middle as he returns the gesture as well.

you note ginjima, his roommate, wasn't in the dorm with suna, so you ask about him.

"he's out at the 'rager' everyone is at," he shrugs absentmindedly, plopping down at the chair for his desk.

"i thought you were planning on going as well?" you asked and he fiddles with his rings.

"eh, it's probably just another shitty party that is held every once in a while, not a big deal. besides, i'm here with you now and you're always better than some sweaty teenagers."

you stuff your hands in the pockets of your sweats, smiling at his sentimental words, "wow suna rin, who knew you could be so nice."

"shut up. besides, it's been so long since we hung out."

"because i actually study for my exams instead of cramming everything the week before?"

he laughs, "i seem to be doing just fine."

"and i hate you for it."

you shuffle over to sit down on his made bed. it was expected of suna rintarou to have the most basic sheets which were black with a defined checkered pattern of white lines. at least he was redeemed by the clean state of his room.

"hey, i literally went to your volleyball game the other day, don't act like it's been forever since you've last seen me," you muttered, falling backwards on his mattress with a sigh.

he can practically hear him roll his eyes, "yeah, which you immediately left after saying 'good job' to fucking slowly disintegrate in your studies."

"you almost sound concerned for me."

"i wasn't, just missed my 2am buddy."

"don't worry, i was still up till 2am everyday, so i was there in spirit," you sit up fervently, "now stop your complaining, i'm here now! let's go grab dinner or something and spend the night out."

a short drive later, you currently take shelter in the only ramen shop that's still serving at 9pm; one you and suna have visited multiple times. thanks to him, it's become your little secret- that you have found a place to cherish when no one else is outside and the world is silent, with you two being the exception.

˗ˏˋ 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 ´ˎ˗

suna will keep it as your little secret for as long as he can help it, because under the dim lighting, he looks at you with a soft expression that not even he can help. he listens intently as you ramble about your lectures, he watches your face as it concentrates on the 8-ball game he sent you, but most importantly, he feels the way his heart expands with adoration when you laugh with him. whether it's stupid videos of atsumu, cat videos or tiktoks.

suna falls a little more in love with you every day, but he will keep that as a secret as well in the meantime because he's finally found someone he likes being lonely with.

and if he just asked, you would tell him the same.

"thank you!" your voice breaks him out of his reverie and he notices the two bowls of steaming ramen placed in front of you. the waiter nods before walking away.

before you could grab the pair of chopsticks that come with, suna pulls out his phone, sticking the camera up at you. you pose with a couple peace signs and he 'hmphs' in satisfaction. that's definitely going on his story later.

"i'm so excited to eat, it's been so long since we've been back here," you muttered offhandedly.

"we can come back here all we want."

"not when i'm broke we can't."

"then that sounds like a problem your lazy ass needs to fix."

"you're such a caring person, rin."

˗ˏˋ 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 ´ˎ˗

after paying for your meal, suna drives you to an empty skatepark next and takes a skateboard out of his trunk.

"haven't you been wanting to learn?" he asks, gesturing to the item in his hands.

"not with you, dickhead," you said, turning away to hide the blush on your face.

really though, you were just flattered that he actually remembered the comment you made offhandedly one day, and you tried your best to seem indifferent about the idea. truthfully though, suna teaching you how to skateboard was nerve-wracking. falling on your ass was not appealing, especially in front of the man you've been pining after ever since high school.

on the other hand, you've been embarrassed enough times in front of suna rintarou for it to not matter anymore.

he takes none of your bullshit though, retorting, "oh yeah? then with who?"

your silence is the answer he needs.

"that's what i thought."

"okay but you're definitely gonna let me fall."

suna laughs at the image, jokingly adding, "yeah, i might, that shit's hilarious."

"i hate you."

"no you don't and i promise i won't let anything happen to you."

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion as he places the wooden board on the cement.

˗ˏˋ 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢? 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢. ´ˎ˗

a whisper of "just trust me" is all you need before standing on the skateboard, feet parallel as you hold onto suna's shoulders for balance.

"see?" he says softly when you finally adjust, "it's not that bad."

you nod.

"i'm gonna pull you around now, ready?"

"rintarou-"

he takes your hands from his shoulders and holds them in his larger ones. any complaints you have are gone and suna gently pulls you along as he walks slowly. you don’t know what to focus on, the sound the skateboard makes as it glides along the concrete, the feeling of wind softly breezing through your hair, or the warmth of suna’s fingers intertwined with yours.

but suddenly, he takes his hands from yours and pushes you, sending you rolling along the cement. you hear his laughter echo through the empty area as you’re slightly freaking out, not used to the sensation. you use your arms instinctively to try control your balance, but to no avail.

“you're a whore!” you yelled, stepping off and stumbling away for a moment, abandoning the skateboard.

that makes suna laugh even louder as he runs to collect his skateboard, “what did you just call me?”

“you’re a whore- ohhh get roasted!”

“shots fired,” he adds unenthusiastically, unable to hide a smirk creeping on his face.

"boo, you whore."

˗ˏˋ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 ´ˎ˗

"come on," suna mumbles as he grabs your hand again and you think you might malfunction. the black-haired boy sits down on his skateboard, legs splayed out in a 'v' position and he gestures for you to sit in between.

hesitantly, you do as told and lean back against his chest instinctively. "is this okay?" you whispered as he wraps his arms over your shoulders.

"yeah, more than. are you comfortable?"

"mhm," you glance up towards the sky, "whoa, there's so many stars out!"

suna follows your line of sight and notices that you were correct- it's not like you could see many stars in the suburbs, but some liked to scatter along the night sky here and there. nevertheless, it was always a breathtaking sight.

but what really grabbed suna's attention was the way you pulled out your phone and tried to find where certain constellations would be. he listens intently to every word, resting his chin atop your head.

he wouldn't mind it if it were like this for a little longer because regardless, suna will continue to fall for you with every little moment you shared.

because there truly wasn't anyone he rather be lonely with and one day, he'll let you know that.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎:

“can i call you a certified idiot now?”

kuroo groans as you place a bag of frozen peas against his eye, “not the right time, y/n l/n.”

“sheesh, what’s got you all pissed and snappy?” you muttered comically, hovering over him and inspecting his skin for any further injuries.

you shouldn’t be in this predicament right now. instead, you should be studying with kuroo at the library and not patching him up after he got in a nasty fist fight on school grounds. you got sent a video of it on snapchat from your friends after calling them, wondering where your study buddy was.

you got your answer, but by the time you arrived, the fight was long over and you were dragging kuroo away from his friends and to your dorm nearby.

so… yeah, that was the current predicament as you hold both his hands in yours, noticing a few bruises beginning to develop along his knuckles.

“can you straighten your fingers?” you asked and kuroo tried to do as told but to no avail as his hand started shaking before he could fully extend them. “kuroo-”

“i’ll be fine, my fingers aren’t broken and besides, a few bruises is nothing volleyball didn’t train me for.”

you sighed, closing his hand into a fist as you rested your forehead against it, “what am i going to do with you, kuroo tetsuro.”

you’re disappointed in him- obviously, but he adores the way his name rolls off your tongue so effortlessly and he can’t help but feel a little loved at the way you’re being so concerned for his wellbeing.

“i’m fine. the only thing i feel bad about is missing out on our study session.”

ever the nice guy, you can’t help but smile at his sincerity, “studying is the last thing on my mind right now. what if you get expelled or suspended for the fight?”

“no chance. with the way i beat that fucker up, he knows what’s coming for him if he tried to report me, especially since he was being a dickhead first.”

that’s kinda hot, you thought to yourself before immediately shaking the thought away.

“didn’t take you for the juvenile type,” you said, taking the frozen bag away from his eye for a second to inspect it, “besides, what did he say that got you so riled up?”

kuroo had always been a level-headed man who thought about his actions and words beforehand. to see him lose his shit like this was oddly scary and you repeatedly thought about the video your friend sent, ignoring the sense of pride that bubbled when you realised that kuroo was dominating the fight.

when he doesn’t try to answer, you immediately regret asking and began rambling, “i don’t mean to be intrusive! maybe you just wanted to fight someone or something cause why not, but you’re definitely not the person to be like that, so it’s kinda weird y’know? like-”

“he was talking about you, and i didn’t like it.”

well that shut you up.

in fact, it sent you into a meltdown as you tried to interpret what kuroo was saying. “are people not allowed to talk… about me?” you asked as your face scrunched into one of confusion and bewilderment.

“i didn’t like what he was saying,” the volleyball player muttered, looking away.

“what was he saying?”

“you’re gonna hate me.”

“i promise i won’t.”

“you're gonna have to swear your life on that.”

“just say it.”

˗ˏˋ 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 ´ˎ˗

kuroo sighed before reluctantly whispering, “he asked if you were my girlfriend, and when i told him ‘no’, he said he could treat you better than i ever could.”

your face warmed- dramatically and suddenly, it became hard to breathe and all you could think about was the boy sitting on your bathroom counter as he grumpily held a bag of frozen peas to his eye.

“kuroo,” you breathed shakily, “is there a deeper meaning behind this?”

“i like you, in a more than a friend kind of way.”

“oh…”

now, when you fell for kuroo tetsuro a year ago, you didn’t think those feelings would ever be reciprocated, because truthfully, you thought that the man was out of your league- practically unreachable. he was attractive and had a personality?? unbelievable.

you tried not to look far into the study dates, all his flirtatious compliments and praises since that’s just how it is, right?

“please say something,” the black-haired pleaded, “just let me down easy, okay?”

instead, you smile; genuinely and widely.

“y/n what are you-”

you answer him by leaning in, cradling his cheeks in both hands as forget about the bag of peas. your hand is cold, but kuroo doesn’t really mind- not with the way warmth spreads within him from your touch alone.

you’re gentle with him, treating him with a certain kind of fragility that he adores, and he can’t help but turn into putty, melting into you completely. kuroo can’t think about anything else apart from how you actually return his feelings and how he actually has a shot with you, after months of convincing himself he wasn’t enough for you.

he chases after you as you separate from him with half-lidded eyes and a lovesick grin.

“does this mean you like me too?” asked kuroo.

“what do you think?”

“i think i’m the luckiest man on earth.”

he leans in again but you stop him, holding the bag of peas up again. “no more, you need to heal that black eye of yours, mister.”

˗ˏˋ 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 ´ˎ˗

with a groan, kuroo expresses his frustration and disapproval for not being able to kiss you again. he notices that his arms have gone to your waist but he doesn’t really try to take them off, not as you take a step closer to eliminate any unnecessary space between you.

he really does think he’s the luckiest man on earth, because how did he have a shot with someone such as you? you, who texted him every morning and evening, who always left little notes of encouragement in his textbook to find, who was willing to listen to all of his rambles- even if you didn’t understand them.

kuroo could only return your kindness and generosity with acts of his own. he sometimes wrote your essays for you, always agreed to hanging out with you; even if that meant watching the latest horror movie, paid for your order every time you visited the quaint café not too far from campus. somewhere along the road, he stopped doing it out of service but out of love as he fell for you and slowly became yours.

even if you were never his.

˗ˏˋ 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 ´ˎ˗

kuroo still doesn’t think he’s worthy of you, even as he holds you in his arms and you’re willingly patching him up after a rough fight with a moron. you’re staying when other people would’ve left.

but he doesn’t care about his insecurities anymore, because he’d be stupid to ever let you go.

‘i will treat her better, just you watch.’

reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, but you don't have to <3 hope you enjoyed!!

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myherhoedream · 3 years

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"𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙣."

LISTEN TO ME❗

HAWKS FUCKING SITS/LAYS DOWN ON HIS KID(S) LIKE WHEN A BIRD SITS ON THEIR EGGS

Summary: you come home to a pleasant surprise, well, not for everybody.

Pairings: Husband!Hawks/Keigo x Reader

Keys words: mod = gender neutral parent, it wasn't clarified but to keep it fair, Ren (hawks unfortunate victim) is adopted, but you (and hawks) still love him <3

Notes: no child was hurt during the making of this fic lol also I wanted to change this drabble's name into 'babysitter' but tumblr won't allow me to so I'm sad

You walk into your house, stretching your limbs then closed the door behind you.

"I'm back!" you shouted out to no one in particular from a uncannily, soundless home, discarding your shoes and positioning them near a few pairs of bigger and littler ones aligned in a ordered line.

"Anyone home?" you questioned loudly, walking through the house with the groceries bags still in your grips.

Typically, your oversized bird would be there to greet you the first time he heard your voice. But the house was oddly dead-slient, almost alarming.

You were about to place the groceries on the kitchen's counter when you heard the stifled sounds of resentful yelling produced from the living room. Puzzled, you went to investigate.

There, your 10 year old son, was squished between the protectiveness of his father (who was sleeping soudlessly) and the couches cushing.

Whenever Ren went to change positions (such as reaching out for you, for help), Keigo's wing would unconsciously go to scoop him back into position —right under Keigo's chest— and then be shielded away from the world.

You could tell that Ren was hardly enjoying this at all, most likely thinking of why his 'too-much-of-a-birdbrain-father' was keeping him caged, but you —and possibly Keigo— knew that he was only being protective.

"Mod! Help—!" Ren managed to yell, opening the feathers of Keigo's wings to look at you with an angered look, but was instantly pulled back.

But for right now, you'll help your son.

AHHHH OKAY I'M PRETTY HAPPY ABOUT HOW THIS TURNED OUT, hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Also,, 👉👈 comments help me out a bunch, especially criticism! So y'know... 😳 don't be shy to comment! (They help me keep going for weeks <3)

Edit: lol I made this at 2am, sorry for spelling errors or if sumn doesn't make sense, I'll correct them now!

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michelemoutons · 3 years

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and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

shamelessly poached off of one of my text post edits

3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

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explosivenebula · 2 years

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400 Follower Event

Hello, Gorgeous pumpkins! To celebrate reaching 400 followers, I have the 400 follower event & Prompt List + Masterlist! Here you can find the Requesting Rules, How to Request and WIP List.

I'd just like to quickly thank my followers for helping me reach such an amazing goal. It feels like only yesterday I joined the beautiful Tumblr community as a writer for BNHA, and I'm excited to continue my works and expand into other communities.

This event is open for My Hero Academia and Bungo Stray Dogs requests.

>REQUESTING RULES

❀ The requesting rules of this event will follow the basic rules that can be found here. Please read these before requesting!

❀ I will only be writing for Fem!reader and Gn!reader, I do apologise to my male audience, however, I find when writing for male readers the work almost always ends up being Gender Neutral.

❀ Only one character per request

❀ 1-3 prompts per reqeust

❀ SFW requests only

❀ I do not write for Character x Character, Character x reader only

❀ All requests will be written as drabbles under 1500 words

>HOW TO REQUEST

❀ You can put your requests through my ask box, as either anon or not.

❀ Please state the number of the prompt/s you would like to use (eg. 4 & 15)

❀ Please choose your character, I will only be writing for one character for each prompt. You can find the list of characters I write for here.

❀ Please state the genre of ask, as many of the prompts can be either angsty or fluffy

❀ Please give me specific details! I will not be taking any requests that ask for the character and prompts on their own. Please give me the details and direction you would like me to go for the request.

❀ EXAMPLE: Hello, could I make a request for the 400 follower event? I'd like 9 & 12 with Chuuya, where he proposes to the reader on a date?

Underneath this is a list of prompts for the 400 follower event! Please choose 1-3 prompts from this list for requesting! I am currently taking requests for this event for My hero Academia and Bungo Stray Dogs. Please see the pinned post or above for a list of which characters I write for from each.

Regular requests will still be taken during the duration of the event, however, please check the pinned post for the status of requests at the time. I am currently closing requests for MHA, however, requests for BSD remain open. When the first request of the event is posted, I will create a master list where these works can be located.

List Of Prompts

1. "Why are you hiding from me?"

2. "It's okay to be scared."

5. "It doesn't matter, that much."

6. "I think you're all overreacting."

7. "Just me?"

8. "It isn't awful."

9. "Go home, something isn't right."

10. "You're gorgeous, did you know that?"

11. "Why do you need that anyway?"

12. "It's not as serious as it seems."

13. "You're the cute one."

14. "I could have sworn I left it here?"

15. "Why does it always end up like this?"

16. "Only you could do this to me."

17. "Please, tell me you're safe."

18. "You're making no sense."

19. "Can I kiss you?"

20. "Absolutely not, no way."

21. "Why are you blushing so much?"

22. "That hurts, you know."

23. "Just listen to me, don't move."

24. "Why, should I be scared?"

25. "See? I told you I could handle it."

26. "You're my first priority."

27. "Should we really be doing this?"

28. "Babe, it's 2AM."

29. "We're leaving, right now."

30. "It's freezing, why are you so hot?"

31. "Are you sure? You look hurt."

32. "This all feels too convenient."

33. "I promise to protect you."

34. "Get in. Now."

35. "You're adorable."

36. "Sorry, you want to do what?"

37. "I love you, more than you realise."

38. "That's very unlike you."

39. "You never stop amazing me."

40. "You're as gorgeous as ever, darling"

41. "I never knew you could fight like this."

42. "And you know this, how?"

43. "It can't get to you, not anymore."

42. "Don't lie to me, tell me the truth."

43. "Is this all for me?"

44. "I could never replace you."

45. "Why would that be concerning to you?"

46. "I love the way you ___"

47. "I guess I could fit that in my schedule."

48. "You look ridiculous like that."

49. "Are you insulting me?"

50. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

51. "I can't do this without you."

52. "You promise?"

53. "Don't say that, not now."

54. "It wasn't a mistake, believe me."

55. "Did you even ask?"

56. "There's only...a hundred problems with that."

57. "You're smart, but this has to be the dumbest thing you've done."

58. "I told you this would happen."

59. "This isn't very convincing."

60. "Shut up, or I'll kiss you."

MASTERLIST

➳ 15, 23 & 40 w/ Chuuya Nakahara where his s/o is injured during a mission (BSD)

➳ 49 & 60 w/ Ranpo Edogawa where the reader kisses him for the first time (BSD)

➳ 48 & 35 w/ Katsuki Bakugou where his s/o wears a crazy outfit (MHA)

➳ 28, 18 & 19 w/ Katsuki Bakugou who's s/o rambles about how they missed him because of a nightmare (MHA)

➳ 24 & 25 w/ Kunikida Doppo defending fem!reader from her past bully in public (BSD)

➳ 1, 37 & 44 w/ Izuku Midoriya where his s/o is afraid he might leave them for someone better (MHA)

Event requests are currently: CLOSED

#nova talks #400 follower event #my hero academia drabbles #bungo stray drogs drabbles #mha #bsd

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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I will definitely share my experience with you if it makes you feel motivated!!!!!

Now, first of all, it took me a WHILE to finally shift. AND LMFAO THE FIRST TIME I SHIFTED I GOT SCARED AND WENT BACK TO MY CR AND I WAS SO PISSED, but like after a couple more tries I finally was able to shift again and omfg it gave me euphoriaaa I almost didn't want to leave but I love my friends and family in my CR too much.

When I went back to my CR though I was EXHAUSTED, so that's why I recommend taking care of your body and nourishing it correctly before you shift because there's a 99% chance that when you wake up your body will feel like crap if you don't.

The process of shifting was so aggravating, everytime I would try shifting my body would give me the signs that it was working and I would get too excited and just jump up only to be disappointed smhsmh.

Also I have this dumb thing where I always feel like there's tiny things crawling all over me and it always fucks with me when I shift. Even when I'm trying to sleep normally it pisses me off because I'm always feeling likes there's ants on me or some shit.

I honestly don't shift very often, only when I really feel like I want to, because it's really mentally exhausting and when I used to do it often I would end up getting realllyyy depressed when I wasn't in my DR and that's dangerous because I don't want to be obsessed with it and end up damaging myself. So if you do end up shifting, don't do it too often.

Anyway, when I first got into shifting and tried it out, these are things I was doing wrong:

- I wasn't taking care of my body

- I was doubting my abilities in shifting

- I wasn't meditating often

- I wasn't listening to subliminals throughout the day

Listening to subliminals often is importantttt, it helps to really engrave the shifting concept into your mind and meditating is extra important because if you want to shift healthily you're going to have to really give yourself that brain power/strength and clear away all the anxiety you have, the more you doubt your ability the shift the more your brain is going to pass on it.

Also I remember a time I was at a fucking sleepover and I decided to attempt to reality shift AND RIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO MY FRIEND WOKE UP AND SLAPPED ME BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT I DIED I-

It was frustrating.

The process is frustrating, but shifting is possible, and if you really really want to do it then you can. Keep encouraging yourself and keep researching and taking care of your body and your brain will finally get there.

Also, while you're in the process, it's also so important to NOT get distracting while you're shifting or get too excited. It will 100% mess you up. Shifting requires intense concentration and you need your body to be completely relaxed, only think about your DR and ONLY think about what will happen when you get there, will you smell or hear something, or will you open your eyes to something, it all depends on how you script it.

Also do whatever method works for you and try all kinds of methods, me personally I used a combination of the raven method, staircase method, and counting method while using a heartbeat subliminal. It may seem like a lot but it's what worked best for me personally.

Anyways, I hope this helped! ^^

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OK I finally have time to respond to this in DETAIL YAY! Btw, thank you so sososoosososs much for taking the time to write this out. Also you don’t have to read any of this, it’s just me talking about it lollll.

First off, UPDATE: bro I wasn’t trying to shift last night and then I was tired (3am) so I tried to sleep but couldnt so I listened to (DO NOT LAUGH ISTG) the song of unhealing cause its calming. And I started hearing this sort of muffled noise, I tried paying attention but couldnt make it out so I think it was voices. And then- holy lord I almost lost- wait no I LOST MY SHIT. I heard knocking, a fucking ACTUAL knock, I fucking. My whole body got so hot and I had to stop cause I was so excited I cried. Then I was exhausted so I went to sleep.

SECONDLY. I’ve never heard of your body being exhausted after so thank you for the tip. I used to be convinced I was there and then I wasn’t. FUCKING ME TOO! I think there’s a fucking dust particle on my arm and then an itch on my neck or something.

I have been scared of that too, because I have had (and I feel horrible saying this but it’s the internet and you dunno who I am) a very rough childhood. Maladaptive daydreaming and just pretending I somewhere else gave me a lot of trauma, especially in really bad situations. I think a huge part of why I haven’t shifted yet is because of the existential crisis I will most definitely have. I already obsess enough over this world, and now I’m trying to go? It’s hard, but I can’t NOT do it. If I stop then I won’t have a goal, and if I’m constantly going for something do I have a purpose? SEE? I can’t help it.

Ok so I’ve been trying for a while too, and I AM COMPLETLY CONFIDENT that I can do it, also that I do meditate every day! Taking care of my body is sort of a lost cause, I refuse to eat fruits and vegetivles (stupid I know) but I used to associate “healthy” foods with my *TW* an*rexia. Now I feed off pasta, also cause it’s cheaper. I sleep at 1 or 2am because why. Because I am 1. Writing and I need to post on schedule 2. Listening to music and imagining that I’m already in my dr. Or doing other unholy things. I can’t stop exercising, so Im constantly tired and heavy, I feel bad if I don’t/ do less. I have tried taking care of myself for years, it’s very, very hard.

You’re so right, I need to get the idea in my head and establish it. HOW DO YOU FEEL WHEN YOURE DOING IT? Do you detach from your body? Or do you melt through your skin?

Hehehe I do tend to get excited, but my good voice tries so hard to hold me down. I have been trying to keep myself concentrated in creative ways, just focusing on the sound of the knocking, or the sound of the fan, or the person I’m trying to get to. The person I will fucking push myself to the edge for because I want him to have someone to love him. I want him to be ok.

I know I can do it, I know it’s possible, I know I will do it. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH <3

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blueeyedheizer · 4 years

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come back to us - tom blake x reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death

A/N: I'd get tissues if I were you. 😳 also I listened to Lost by Katy Perry while writing this cause this song literally makes me cry no matter the circumstances. Also it's almost 2am and I'm tired so I apologize if there's any mistake lol ok bye I'll proofread it tomorrow <3 (gif isn't mine. also he's a literal puppy i'm crying)

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You were curled up on Tom's bed, a pounding headache and puffy red eyes caused by the amount of tears you had shed. Holding his pillow as tight as you could your buried your face in it, inhaling what was left of his scent as your tears soaked the fabric.

You felt nothing but emptiness. Your heart was empty. Your soul was empty. You couldn't think about anything else but him. Your life had come to a complete shutdown.

You'd been told about his death only just days ago, but it already felt like an eternity without him.

You wanted to hold him in your arms. You wanted to hear his heartbeat. You wanted to go back in time and stop him from enlisting. Deep down you knew that would've been inevitable, but at this point you would do anything to get him back.

Your heart was torn apart, and every morning felt worse than the day before.

His mom came in to check on you every few hours, but she knew you needed time and space. Most of your interactions ended up cut off with sobs as the two of you broke down and held each other.

You silently prayed for all of this to be a nightmare, one of those terrifying, overly realistic dreams that you eventually wake up from. But a part of you knew all of this wasn't a dream, and Thomas would never come back. You tried to stop crying, to tell yourself that the pain would eventually get better and all of this would become bearable one day. But right now everything around you reminded you of him. He was everywere, but nowhere to be found. He was gone forever, and you were going to grow up without him. Your dreams were the only place he would ever exist from now on, and your memories the only things that would keep him alive.

Sitting up, you grabbed the picture of the two of you that was on his bedside table, a small smile curling on your lips but quickly followed by more tears. You stared at it, letting your thumb softly brush over the glass as a few tears fell over it.

The picture had been taken three months before he enlisted for the war. He’s smiling down at you as he squishes your cheek slightly, the reason for the huge smile on your face. You let out a small broken laugh as you reminisced that day. You stared at the photo for a few more seconds before pressing it against your chest with a sob.

"I love you so much Tom." you choked out as you held the picture close to your heart while rocking back and forth, letting your sobs escape your throat and fill the silence of the room.

You had never known such pain, and there was nothing anyone could do to soothe it. Not even your mom, not even your closest friends. Something inside of you was missing. A part of you was forever gone. He was forever gone.

#fanfic #blueeyeddean #blake

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gayness-and-mayhem · 4 years

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15 questions meme.

Thanks for tagging me @carkiechu!

Ok, here goes:

1. Nicknames: well, my name is Harriet, so there are the obvious ones like Hattie and Harry, but also Yorkie bc I'm fucking obsessed with The Bill and don't my friends know it.

2. Zodiac: Pisces (and I really do love pizza).

3. Height: 5′7” or 5'8", I'm not really sure. Maybe I'll just go down the middle and say 5'7½"

4. Last thing I Googled: "Do blue and brown go together?" I was trying to style a pair of flares with a tank top that had navy in it, but it kept giving me tips on how to decorate my living room.

5. Song Stuck in My Head: Well, there are two stuck in there simultaneously and it's very annoying, especially since one of them is 'I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General' (yes, still) and the other is 'Any Dream Will Do' from Joseph.

6. Number of Followers: 132

7. Amount of sleep I got: About 8 hours, but that was from about 2am bc I was working until midnight and then I couldn't stop reading fanfiction. That did mean I missed my first lecture type thing, but I am a student, so it wouldn't be right if I didn't miss something.

8. Lucky Number: 24 bc it's the date of Stephen Fry's birthday and I'm a creep, but also bc it reminds me of when I had a massive obsession with him when I was about 14 (not that I don't still) and I used the name Stephen in a story I was writing in English club and the teacher came and asked me if I knew that "he bats for the other team." Um, yes I fucking know, this is my young closeted bisexual self begging for help. She was a bitch though, so...

9. Favorite song: That is a very hard question. Um, idk, I want to say 'Home In The Morning' by Tom Robinson bc it's beautiful and definitely worth listening to, but it could also be anything by Billy Joel or Monty Python's Galaxy Song. It really depends on my mood.

10. Favourite instrument: the violin bc I'm basic and also obsessed with Sherlock Holmes (but Jeremy Brett's version bc he is superior in every way and you can't convince me otherwise).

11. Dream Job: Blue Peter presenter. Or comedian. Realistically though, teacher.

12. Aesthetic: Again, idek. Sometimes 70s, which is probably my favourite. Usually a lot of black, hoodies and a load of obscure, nerdy t-shirts. Sometimes middle aged woman (I shop in White Stuff, I'm literally a 50 year old English teacher) and sometimes James May. I almost always wear Doc Martens though, so at least there's some consistency. I've gone through so many pairs of the shoes and I have at least 3 pairs of the boots. Idek if that answer works, but fuck it, I literally can't give anything more concrete than that.

13. Favorite Author: Another difficult question bc I much prefer non fiction (autobiographies), and if I do read fiction, it's usually fanfiction or television books (books adapted from TV like the Doctor Who novels, the Shoestring novels, The Bill novels, the Red Dwarf novels and probably any others you can think of). Probably Roald Dahl though because I loved his children's books when I was little and I love his adult stories now. I even used him as a style model for my A-Level English Language coursework.

14. Favourite animal noise: This Yorkshire crow that says "you alright love?"

https://youtu.be/pZMZRvYMHm4

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15. Random: Caxton's printing press = 1476 (random enough? 😂). No, jk. Um, I'm really struggling to think of something. I've met Michael Palin, I guess that's pretty random and vaguely interesting? I'm really struggling here tbh, but if there's anything you want to know about me, feel free to ask.

Tagging: @autistic-cap @robinmelvin @rockgirl19 @omnishambolichologram and @2o2o-kit if you want to do it, and if I haven't tagged you but you want to do it, please do!

#15 questions #Meme #Random shit #About me #I'm really not very interesting but hey

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paradise-creator · 4 years

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Hellooo!! I love love LOVE the diamond box matchup you did!! You're amazing!! Your blog is incredible!! Now I'm here for a romantic haven box Haikyuu matchup pls🥺

Appearance: My name is Kay! She/her, black, straight, 5'1, I have a slightly athletic & curvy-ish figure (lol idk), short-ish hair(like mid-neck), dark brown eyes, shoe size 9, I like to dress comfy so I'm always in oversized hoodies, sweatpants, sneakers, sweatshirts and shorts. I like colorful clothes too, high waisted jeans and shorts and boots. I'm not very fashionable but I try lol.

Personality:

Basics: infp-t, Hufflepuff, Taurus sun, scorpio moon, sanguine, chaotic good, ambivert.

Some positive traits: I'm optimistic, friendly, energetic, organized, enthusiastic, observant, happy, open-minded, loving, encouraging and inquisitive!!

Some negative traits: I'm annoying, perfectionist, insecure, forgetful, easily distracted, kinda lazy, argumentative, too nice at times and clingy.

I love learning new things!! Currently I'm learning Korean, how to draw, how to paint and songs on the saxophone.

When I'm up for it, I love fun physical activity!! Going for a hike, going to the gym, bungee jumping, mountain climbing, going camping and etc :D

Although I love going out, nothing beats lazy days at home. I can spend hours by myself and still be happy. When alone I usually sleep or watch a movie/anime or practice my drawing or saxophone or try and learn something new!

I have a horrible memory and can never remember important dates 😭 I've forgotten my own birthday a few times (rip) so people can get mad at me for missing appointments, forgetting birthdays and other important days. I try my best to organize everything necessary on my phone calendar so I can be reminded.

I love seeing people happy! Nothing can fulfill my day more than knowing I put a smile on someone's face! I usually try my best to help out anyone who needs it and to the best of my ability! This has led to me getting taken advantage of in the past but I can't help but try and make others happy. I've developed a thicker skin and some trust issues as I've grown up because of it.

I love hyping my friends/family up!! Do you need a boost in confidence? Here I am, ready to help you remember the absolute king/queen/royalty that you are!! I'm usually very energetic and enthusiastic about many things and I love spreading positivity around!!

My love language is physical touch! So touch is very important to me in my relationships. Though I am insecure so I tend to think that I smother the people I care about with too much affection idk lol. I live for hugs and cuddles and hand holding 👉🏿👈🏿 but because of that I feel like I'm very clingy and annoying skskfksjd

I'm introverted in nature so although I mean usually full of energy and love making new friends, I can't do it for too long lol. My social battery runs out really fast and I have to hide away and recharge before I can be fully social again, otherwise I won't be my best self. I treasure personal time and understand when people need time for themselves too.

I love spontaneity!! I love living in the moment and doing stuff just for the hell of it!! Wanna go on a road trip? Dance in the rain? Build houses for charity? Go to McDonald's at 2am? Go on a long walk? SIGN ME UP!!

I can also be lazy and unmotivated to do stuff. If something doesn't interest me, I'd find myself incapable of doing it or I'd do it with great difficulty. I'm one of those 'do something when inspiration/motivation hits you otherwise it'll be absolute shit' types.

But when I do have motivation/inspiration that's when my perfectionism comes in and I have to do it in the best possible way and anything less is an insult to me, my family, my ancestors and descendants lmaoo. Unfortunately I subconsciously set a very high bar for myself which can be overwhelming and stressful but when I manage to produce work of that quality, it's very satisfying and rewarding jshkshdhsj

I have more to add but I feel like this is getting way too long 💀 lemme just move to the next section heheheh

Hobbies: I LOVE listening to music, learning new things, watching movies/anime, sleeping, reading, writing, playing saxophone (I'm still learning tho lol), swimming, drawing, journaling, making friends, and cooking!

My music taste: any type of rock (punk rock, grunge, j-rock, metal), pop, KPOP, RnB, jazz, dubstep, lofi hip hop, rap, trap, krnb, anime OP's and bangers from: Elvis, the beach boys, Queen, Khalid, Ateez, Harry styles, Kendrick Lamar, p!atd, mcr, fallout boy, Nirvana, BTS, mxmtoon, Marianas trench, twenty one pilots, stray kids, Jay Park, crush, Dreamcatcher, Skrillex, MJ, troye sivan etc

Fun facts:

I'm more of a cat person but I live dogs and think they're adorable!!

I have four piercings and I plan on getting more soon!!

I'm a night owl, and get super grumpy in the mornings especially when woken up unexpectedly >:/

Although I love making friends, I only have like 1/2 super close friends and like 20+ acquaintances lol

I want to get a tattoo soon but idk what to get :(

I'm super addicted to coffee (rip) and if I don't take some for some time (like a week) I'll get the worst migraines and I won't feel better until I drink some coffee 😭

That's it!! I hope i wrote enough stuff!! Did I leave anything out? If you need more pls tell me and I'll send another ask :D Take your time!! I'm in no rush. I'll patiently wait even though you get writers block or have a large amount of asks 😌 pls stay safe and healthy!! Drink lots of water, sleep well and have an amazing day/night!! 💙✨

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The Haven box includes:

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Sun drops

- OKAY so like, as I read your description I thought of Akaashi or Yaku or Sugawara

- Me being the indecisive author I am had trouble picking

- But then I remembered that you loved to do spontaneous things.

- And that's when I realized that Sugawara is THE ONE

- You two would be deemed the "3 am couple"

- Or in the team it would be "Epitome of Chaos"

- He takes care of you

- He will alway remind you that you don't need to be perfect

- Insecurities? BE GONE

- Nagativity? BE GONE

- That's basically his motto

- He is both your mom and partner in Crime

- did I mention he will take care of you?

- CUDDLES AND KISSES FOR DAYS

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Journal of feelings

- Once this man realizes that you LOVE physical affection. He will give it to you. EVERYTIME HE SEES YOU

Kay entered the gym to watch her boyfriend play. She tried sneaking in and so far it has been great. She thought she was off the hook but then felt a familiar arms wrapped around her waist. "I found you~" Sugawara said with a smile.

- You both would often plan pranks and majority of the times, it would succeed

"Okay okay, so what are we doing today?" Kay asked the silver haired male. "Oh~ maybe we can scare Asahi or anyone for that matter with a beetle?" Sugawara suggested. "That's--no," Kay responded.

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3 am shenanigans

It’s 3 am in the morning. Almost everyone is fast asleep or in their homes, well almost. The night sky is littered with diamond in the sky. The streets were silent but it was comforting. A few people walked here and there. And a few cars passes by there and here. “What are we doing up so late?” A silver haired man said as he yawned. “We’ll be going to Mc Donald’s! What else?” The female responded as she smiled at him. “Is it even open at this time?” He asked. “Koushi, darling, it is open,” Kay, the lover of our beloved silvered male man said as she smiled. Sugawara chuckled and held her hand, the smile on his face was evident. “You know, we should be sleeping by now right?” He said as he pulled her closer. “And so what? I wasn’t planning on sleeping early! I slept the whole day yesterday and missed the chance to hang out with you,” The girl responded.

A small blush appeared on the male’s face and he giggled. “That’s very sweet bu-“ He was about to say but was silenced by the girl. “That was very sweet but we could’ve done this later on or tomorrow. Well, sorry to break it to you, Love. But, we are here,” She said as she pulled the male inside the fast food chain. And soon enough, the two got their orders and enjoyed their meal. “I don’t know why but this hits different,” Kay said as she eat a French fry. “It really does. Especially since you are here,” Sugawara stated as he patted her head. Now, she was the one blushing. As the two chatted, the other customers and staff glanced at them every now and then. None of them were annoyed at their interactions. On the contrary, they enjoyed watching them,

Some felt envious of their relationship. Some dreamt to have something like that. And others remembered the times of old. The two were so sweet, it’s almost too much. Laughter and chattering echoed through the building from both the couple and the people around them. Then they were dub the “3 am couple” as the two would often venture in that restaurant at 3 am in the morning.

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Author's note

I'm so so sorry for the long wait! This week has been hectic. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this matchup~ and thanks for requesting!

#☁️matchup #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchup #fanfic #anime #fiction #sugawara koushi #sugawara kōshi #Sugawara #sugawara headcanon #match ups #hq matchups #hq sugawara #Anime matchups #BlackPearl

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Collection of my stories: Explained

Here is the post that nobody cares about but I'll share it because I just want the world to know.

1. Demon Academy.

I've posted some things about it already, it's a comic I started in 2014 originally in hungarian. I'm not quite happy with the way I started it, but I've built an interesting world, and I adore the characters, it's one of my best work that I'm very proud of. I drew 260 pages in total (book 1 and book 2) and I intend to pick up the story again sometime soon, when I get over exam season.

2. Runner

A medieval-themed fantasy story that I eventually want to make into a cartoon series. It's a bit cliché, but the characters are fun, and it has a lot of potential for epic music. I basically came up with the entire plot while listening to fantasy music mixes. Fun times. I've only got some character drawigs, and I just recently managed to finally have eneryone's finalized version. I also have a side story/shared universe thing planned for it.

3. Xyber-no

A post-apocalyptic cyberpunk futuristic action horror cartoon series idea. I've got the characters done already, and plans for like 2 seasons worth of content, I'm just lazy to edit the 1st ep's script. It's not even 20 minutes long. Honestly I'm just anxious to touch it. Got most of my ideas while listening to Neffex songs.

4. Racer

I watched Initial-D, and way back I had a roleplay about a car racer dude, and these two motivated me to write this story. It's not really a novel, it resembles more to a script but it's not actually a script. It was mainly dialogue practice, to make the characters feel more fun. I just finished the rewrite like a week ago, I think it turned out pretty great. Planning on adding a part 2 or a season 2 or something like that, but again, too lazy to actually touch it. It's fun to re-read though.

5. Singer

I'm currently working on this story, because when I'm bored, I write. And when is the best time to be bored? Exam season. Hell yeah. Anyway, it's about a suicidal dude falling in love with a singer (also dude, I love my gay kids okay) and then they figure out their shit. Good story to fit in as much angst as possible, with a few lovely fluff parts.

6. ZR series

Most of my followers came from the ZR community, so y'all know what this one is. But in case not, it's a comic series portraying my reactions to various moments that happen in Zombies, Run!, a really fun and creative workout app. The comic is on hold right now because I've already got too much shit to do til christmas. (Such as the Fellow Five drawing I promised. It's not forgotten, I just don't have time!! XD)

7. Demon and Vampire

Basically an over the top gay fluff love story with a little angst. It's pretty cool, sometimes it's boring, it's full of clichés and stuff, but I read it like 6 times and usually I hate my own writing, but there are parts that I just genuinely love in it. Fun stuff.

8. Psychoville

I've written the first 10 pages in like 30 different versions, because I'm unable to nail it. The main character is the daughter of Satan, who's name is ironically Angel, and she lives in a small town called Psychoville in the desert in Nevada, next to Searchlight, Nevada. As the name implies, she lives with 9 (or 8, I forgot) psychopaths, killers, mass murderers, insane mentally ill people who love each other to bits (and sometimes cut each other to bits) until she gets the task to investigate something for her father away from her home. Got a lot of inspiration from Welcome to Night Vale, and that lawless town in Kansas, I think? The yes theory made a video on it on yt, it's pretty dope.

9. Hollywood Undead Hungarian Fanfiction

It's just what it is. A fanfic of the boiz going on tour, getting in trouble, drinking and so on. No romance (bc that's gross and I couldn't find any fanfic that was not in some shape or form a ship fanfic). Da Kurlzz was still in the band when I wrote it. I was like 12. I just wanted to have fun. The chapters are 2 pages long in total. But the hungarian fans liked it, was trending a bunch of times on wattpad and it has a lot of reads. Despite being horribly shitty, I'm proud of it, and it has a lot of really fun parts and jokes.

10. Wrong Number

I almost forgot about this gem, but this was my first finished english story. It's almost entirely written in sms text format, it's progressig a bit too quickly, but at the time I was having a lot of fun with it, and that's all that matters. It has some really funny lines I came up with, I like re-reading it just for that. But also, it was a fun way to get around having to write long paragraphs lol. I just wanted to have fun with it. Heavily inspired by the Call me Beep me klance fanfic.

11. Milky Boiz

Context: my friend and I, at 2am, were thinking about what our ship name would be, but I kept typing "mmmmmilky" in the chat, that turned into milky boiz, and she said, that if we were guys, that would be our ship name. This gave us an idea for a webcomic, which we didn't actually progress with yet, but we do have an insta page where we already posted some of our boiz, you can find it under the name of @ink.stars , go pay a visit, it's my art and my friend's, and she is a wonderful artist and a lovely person and I love her to bits.

12. Night Vale Steampunk AU

It's pretty much dead, but while I was really actively part of the Night Vale fandom, I started a Steampunk AU. It was fun, it got like 4 chapters or something and big plans, but the characters were not in character, and it lost the Night Vale vibe, so I just let it go.

13. Cop Comic

Also a dead project of mine, but I still like it. It was inspired by a moment on one of our high school class trips. The characters were based on me and my friends, but the resemblence stops at hair color, that's all. Mabye not even that. Anyway it's what it is: cops dealing with crime and their personal problems. I wish I had known Brooklyn Nine Nine back then, would have been a great help.

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So, there you have it, all my favourite finished and unfinished works/ideas, just so you know if in the future I reference one (planning to post more Runner, DA and Xyber-no content along with the ZR comic)

#character #zombies run #original story #original comic #comic #story #novel #plans #original #my story #collection #demon academy #demon #explain #explained

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