#im hoping a bike ride will fix it

[kowwpow]

Kimmie you are absolutely beautiful! Don't say that! >:3

I'm just literally telling everyone inspiration 😔

Okay, nonie, I need you to know that your ask came at the perfect time because I am actively panicking over my appearance rn.

like, it’s not good

so thank you

[alexispunkkk]

in the house of my father

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god only knows — chapter 1

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- warnings: religious trauma + so much guilt, struggles with purity, toxic/complicated family relationships, blasphemous themes, death in family, grief, smoking, kissing, (no smut this chapter), age gap attraction if you squint but not much happens here

- summary: the repressed preacher’s daughter comes back to town, carrying with her immense religious guilt after growing up in the church.

- word count: 3.3k

- author’s note: ahhhhh first chapter of this fic and im so fucking excited!!!! so happy to finally be making a series and i hope yall enjoy 💋💋💋💋

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If you learned anything growing up as the preacher’s daughter, it’s how to be watched. 

Not looked at, but watched. Measured, judged. Eyes on you at all times, from quiet women who were taught to smile and men who think they know what God wants. You’re in a constant state of being weighed against a God you’ve never met, or at least you don’t think you’ve met. Who lives in your head, your closet, under your bed, behind your eyelids when you sleep. A constant reminder given to you by your father, by the cross nailed up above your bed and the one strung around your neck.

They started calling you “blessed” before you knew what the word meant, saying it in Sunday school like a promise. You had entire psalms memorized before reaching the age you learned to ride a bike. It’s set in your blood, set in the little marks on the back of your thighs from the church pews. 

The lord is your shepherd, but he never managed to follow you out of this estranged place. God loved you, but not enough to save you. 

Your daddy helped build the church with his own hands, laid the foundation while your mother was pregnant. His sweat is now fixed into the wood and the scripture forever set in the nails, or in his brain. Imprinted. He told you God spoke to him on hot Texas nights, the nights when the air was still and the crickets continued to blare and keep the town up. 

If your childhood taught you anything, it’s that love comes second to obedience. The lord is everything. The notion was engraved in your brain by the ripe age of six when you began first grade. 

And the truth is, you used to believe it. Or at least you always tried your best to believe: prayed the way you were taught, on your knees with a soft voice and clean hands. God never seemed to answer. Or maybe he did, and it sounded too much like your father’s voice to feel like genuine love. 

He didn’t feel like love, but more like a nagging weight hanging on your shoulders.

The town’s sweetheart, preacher’s daughter, and God’s little lamb. You wore white, especially on Easter, sat with folded hands and the softest smile the lord would ever see. Said grace, never missed Sunday school. A good girl. 

But you hoped, maybe, just maybe, the communion wine would drown you one day. 

Eighteen. You packed up and left for college, begging to leave this god awful town behind for at least a couple of years. Not quite sure where you’d end up, but hoping it was far, far away. With less dust, a louder city, maybe, loud enough to drown out the thoughts trumpeting in your head and alerting you that you weren’t a true baptist. You didn’t try hard enough to believe. You simply couldn’t be saved.

You stopped attending church. Stopped thinking about heaven. Even stopped calling your father every weekend–now a distant memory you tried with the best of your ability to push back and replace with the college kid lifestyle. The silence that followed didn’t even feel like guilt, but relief. A break from that damned church being forced onto you every day when you woke up. 

Hymns traded for headphones, soon picking up cigarettes not only to feel grown. The people there didn’t know you by your last name. Hell, they didn’t even know your last name: it didn’t matter in college. There, you weren’t just the preacher’s daughter.

Sure, you packed your bible, told yourself you’d put it to good use. But by the time you were exposed to the new world you’d never gotten close to experiencing, it was quickly forgotten in the drawer next to the bed in your dorm. 

The cover reading The Holy Bible soon was picking up dust and ended up stampeded by a variety of other items that certainly would be regarded as sinful on the sacred pages. Things that would make your daddy sick at the sight of. Cheap lace panties only to be worn under dresses, broken lipsticks and a pack of condoms–yet to be opened. 

The first time you kissed a stranger, the guilt finally got to you. Nipped at you, gave you true pain and fear you couldn’t seem to recognize. You let him take you home from a party, he didn’t ask your name, and you didn’t offer. 

Hand slipping beneath your shirt, all you could think of was the old Sunday school books you’d color in, your father and the other children sitting next to you. Soft pastel crayons and the sad-eyed saints on the pages. 

This boy was different. Your last name didn’t matter, he didn’t know you used to help with prayer circles, you’d lead choir at Christmas time, or that the first time you’d been touched by a man that wasn’t your family was when he was anointed you with oil on your forehead and swore he heard the voice of God when he laid his hands on you. 

He kissed you like you were a body, not your father’s name. And you just let him.

You didn’t cry after. You felt like it, but you didn’t. You laid on your bed in the dark, fingers splayed out over your stomach as you waited for something to feel inside of you. Something to split, to help you understand the gap between heaven and skin. Nothing.

It might seem reassuring, maybe something to give you a sign that you were really as pure as you were meant to be, growing up in such a sacred household. But no, it was worse. Feeling nothing meant that nobody was watching, not even Him. 

That was the night you entirely stopped praying. 

The only thing remaining was the cross hung around your neck at all times, more as a reminder of the girl you used to be, the girl who your parents tried to raise. Of the girl who believed love came second and was earned through suffering. Who didn’t know that wanting could also be holy. Who was more confused and guilty than anything. 

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The call came on a Monday on your walk home from your first class, and upon seeing it was your father, you let it go to voicemail. 

His voice always shared the same sound as the town: hollow, sun-bleached, left out too long in the heat to shrivel up and go to dust. You expected the usual, asking meaningless questions about school and reminding you about the church, giving you information about the town you’d simply rather not listen to.

Not today, though. His voice was slightly shriveled, softer than you were used to hearing over the phone. He didn’t cry, your daddy was never one for crying. Just said the words before ending the voicemail.

“Hey, sweet girl. I know I already called you yesterday. You didn’t pick up.” 

It would make you feel less guilty if he sounded upset about it, but the blank tone in his voice whenever he reminded you of your absence always seemed to hit you in the heart like a truck. He continues.

“Uh, it’s your Uncle John. He’s gone.” 

The two sentences were split by an awkward cough, a correction of his voice. Silence for a moment.

“Funeral’s Saturday, your room’s still here and put together if you wanna come. I didn’t know if you’d want to.” 

Your uncle was the first man to treat you like you weren’t just a creation for God, he’d hug you without quoting scripture and wouldn’t always be preaching at you. Fuck. A genuinely good man in a pitiful town that you have to call home. And you can’t name many men like that.

As terrible as it’d make you feel, you almost didn’t go. Going means seeing all the figures that you’ve spent nights crying about in your college dorm, everything from your childhood that tortured your later years coming back as if it's nothing.

But not going was blatant disrespect to your late uncle, one of the only men in the town you actually had some respect left for. So, you grabbed a suitcase and tossed in the necessities: toiletries, a few modest outfits for your seemingly brief return to Texas, a funeral dress. 

Preparing for the airport, you had the nagging feeling you were forgetting something. You forced yourself to recheck your bag at least three times, thinking it’d be a basic item–deodorant, toothpaste, socks? Everything was there.

The feeling lingered but you brushed it off for a bit, throwing your shoes on and tying them the way your daddy taught you. Bunny ears. One loop through the other, pulled into a tight knot.

You opened the damned nightstand drawer, the one that carried all forms of guilt, and the feeling finally dropped at the sight of your old bible hidden under a couple of old napkins and a bottle of Zoloft. Even though you were in a rush to get out to the airport, you took the time to finally sit down and look at it, hoping it’d take a bit of the weight off of your chest before seeing your father and the church again.

The surface was–obviously–incredibly dusty, but it looked the same. It was the same old copy you’d been given after your baptism, at such a young age. You were a daisy fresh girl then, with no guilt or sense of doom following you around.

The thought had you sitting for a moment. Fingers tracing down the bonded leather that’s creased over the years, over the lettering on the cover that you used to swear by. It was a horrible feeling and genuinely had your heart hurting for the first time in months, the first time since the day after your first kiss.

And for once, you swore you might’ve felt Him looking down on you.

But, opening it would be too much. Seeing the little underlines from your favorite pen as a child and notes written in the margins during Sunday School would make your heart heavier. Flying already makes you anxious, and the weight of reading through your bible right now wouldn’t ever help with that. Not anymore. 

The flight was rough. The drive from the airport to your childhood town was worse.

Smelling all the old scents–rust from fences, stale cigarette smoke everywhere in the air–it lingered as a constant reminder of your childhood in the church. The old wooden pews and the leather of hymnals, stretched fabric of you and your cousin’s best Sunday dresses. 

You passed by the baptismal river, the church-run thrift store run by your old elementary school teacher that’s full of Bibles and nearly broken toys. The Sunday school, farmhouses with broken shingles on roofs and chickens out back. The funeral home you’d be attending tomorrow, your old highschool, trailers with Virgin Mary statues in the front. 

The buildings sit still, watching you and judging like all the women in town do. Paint peeling in strips, the church bell groaning uncomfortably. The memories aren’t pleasant, your spine stiffening the second you pull into the old gravel driveway of your childhood home. Haunting, not comfortable, pressing down on you like guilt. 

From the outside, the house appears innocent, neat. White clapboards scrubbed over time by the sun, and the old porch that wraps around the front. You used to sit out there with your daddy and uncle on Sunday afternoons. 

Flag out front and fresh roses delivered on the steps, but with thirsty and brittle grass. Windows that catch light in a way that unsettles you–just so you can’t see what goes on inside. 

The door creaks like you remember, the floor following suit. And almost enough to scare you, your father was waiting in the kitchen for your arrival. He didn’t feel the same, though, more like a stranger. Unknowable, unrecognizable, like a celebrity in your own home. 

He greeted you like one, too. Of course, he tried his best, but the awkwardness spilled over and the air was tense–it’s been two years since you’d seen him, and you always seem to ignore his calls now. The only thing on you that reminded him of the little girl he once knew was the cross dangling around your neck. 

Your clothes were different. Your scent, your hair, the lipstick you’d chosen, everything. Not so much the town’s little angel, not coming off as God’s sweet creation, but just a girl. One he doesn’t recognize. 

“Hi, Angel.” 

His voice was softer, even more so than it sounded on the phone. Clothes more casual than the robes and vestments he’d have on on Sundays back then–a simple flannel and jeans. Fitting more in with the other men in town. A few in particular came into your mind. 

Your arms met his, and you were soon wrapped up in a hug that brought back feelings you hadn’t felt in a while. Maybe the lord. Maybe simple love. Maybe being home, feeling childhood. You don’t really know.

“Hi, daddy.” 

You mumbled, giving him a weak smile and pressing a soft kiss to his now withered and wrinkled cheek. Your hand came up to hold the cheek you’d kissed, shaking your head.

“Room’s clean.” Was all you got in response. He didn’t ask how you’d been this time, didn’t pay any mind to the way your dress now fit above your knee. He couldn’t pick up on the cigarette lighter in your bag. Nothing. Like you’re a stranger in another pew.

And somehow, it hurt more than the other times you’d heard from him and he did nag you about these things. You almost wanted him to notice something, to pick on you. It’d at least make you feel more at home.

There was a strange and hollow mercy in the silence he offered you–a grace you seemingly hadn’t earned again. Your stomach twisted, the same way going to church as a teenager would make you feel, back when forgiveness felt like a failed test. 

You feared his judgement in the past. He’d certainly say something about the length of your dress or your makeup. But now, you’re fearful of his indifference. Guilty. If he wasn’t picking you apart, was he noticing anything? Were you worth noticing? Is He noticing? The absence of shame this time isn’t as peaceful as it once seemed. 

It was like the funeral was all you’d come for. And yes, it was the only reason you came, but a part of you wanted your father to want you there for more of it. You don’t know if you even want that, but the little baptist girl inside of you is aching. 

You nod once and let go of him, shaking your hand off and grabbing your bag–making sure nothing sinful were to fall out. How he’d react if he saw cigarettes in your bag, you didn’t know, and you surely would never want to find out. You don’t see him until the next morning.

The walk to your bedroom brought you a little more peace. The creaks in the floorboards remembered you better than your own father seemed to. The Bible verses framed on the wall, the old air lingering that brought you back years. And for the first time in months, a scent hit you that reminded you of someone else in town.

Someone like your uncle–a man who never reached or treated you as some darling of God. Treated you like a human girl, not just under your father’s name. The first man to catch your eye the next day at your uncle’s service.

He stood towards the back of the church, one hand resting in the pocket of his worn button-down suit jacket and the other rubbing his thigh. He’d never usually dress like this, you know that. But for the sake of the funeral of a good man, he swapped his usual rugged look for a more respectful outfit. 

You were used to heavy boots that complimented the look of his broad shoulders. Hands that look like they’ve done years of work–carpentry. Like he works with them, like he smells like Marlboro Reds. A sharp face, both softened and withered by the sun over time. Deep lines carved into his brow, as well as a scar on his right temple. 

The graying in his beard would dull most men, and it’s gotten more grey than since the last time you’d seen him. But on him, it made him look more real. Like he’s aging on purpose. Dark and steady eyes, not exactly cold, but highly watchful. Like he’s untrusting, not letting a certain something out. 

When you stepped inside, his gaze finally moved from the ground up. Just for a second. At you. Like you’re the only one to draw his precious attention.

And it hit you like fucking thunder. Joel Miller was looking at you. You’ve changed since he’s seen you, grown up. Not a teenager anymore, but a woman. In a black dress, a grown body.

His gaze didn’t display any lust, not yet. But recognition, curiosity, maybe. Something old, low, and almost aching. Aching like his back now–you’re not the only one who’s grown older. He was in his mid thirties when your mother and father had you, and he’s known you ever since. Held you as a baby. Was there for your baptism, for the performances you put on as a child at church every Christmas. 

He’s fifty-six now and feeling as if your name on his tongue would still taste and feel like that little girl he used to know, the one you used to be. But his eyes showed that you weren’t her. He didn’t recognize you.

Not in the same way your father didn’t recognize you, no. In his own way. Your father saw through you, like a verse no longer needed. No comments or even a flicker of recognition in his eyes that matched yours, just polite distance and a kindness reserved for strangers–maybe even sinners not deserving of saving. Like you seemed too far gone to him. 

But Joel. His gaze lingered, not sliding over you. Not long enough to be too obvious or come off as creepy, just enough to feel. He paused, shifted. Trying to place you, not from memory but from instinct. 

To Joel, you’re not returning to town. Other women and neighbors whispered and stared when they saw you enter the church after a couple of years of absence. Judged. Joel, on the other hand, saw it as an entrance. As someone appearing, not returning as the same little girl seen only as her father’s daughter. 

You felt doubly unseen. By the man who helped conceive you, raise you. And by a man in town who is now even more of a stranger. Who you haven’t thought of in months, but now is rushing back. It’s dangerous, and now’s the time you definitely feel like God is choosing to watch–in this church after years of not attending, surrounded by people you used to consider family. 

You looked away first, reaching up to your neck to toy with the little cross displayed over your pretty collarbones. The chain you often subtly tug at to try and hang on to the remnants of religion still lingering in that head of yours. 

Your father used to tell you that God moves in mysterious ways, but you’d never expect Him to look like a hardened man who smelled like whiskey and sin. Now you felt like you had something to repent for.

[tojisun]

im giggling thinkin about biker!simon finding out you haven’t ever ridden a bike before and so the first thing he does is tell you to stay put before hopping on his harley and driving away.

you stand there, blinking, still reeling over what happened. you’re quite confused if your date really just left you, before giving up on worrying as you hold onto the hopes that he’d come back. he did say he will but how many of your dates and ex-partners fooled you because, apparently, you’re too “gullible” and it’s just too “funny”?

too fucking many times, that’s what.

you amble towards an empty bench while you wait, fluffing up your skirt and dusting your sweater before fixing your hair. you itch to message your friends, anxious thoughts buzzing underneath your veins, but simon had always been such a gentleman with you. always so caring and pampering. always so honest with his affections. he isn’t like anyone you’ve ever been and so you want to trust him.

and you do. god, you do. because you trust him with your safety. with your heart.

time crawls by but the agonizing drag does end. you didn’t have to wait long, you realize with a giddy heart, as you see simon driving back. his head whips around the park, trying to find you, and you giggle as you stand up, waving your hand above your head to catch his attention.

his helmeted head snaps towards your direction and you smile as the purr of his engine becomes louder, his bike devouring the space between the two of you eagerly.

“hey, sweetheart,” he says as he snaps his visor up, his beautiful eyes crinkled as he smiles at you.

the butterflies in your stomach roar, and you almost choke on the intensity of your happiness as you whisper back, “hey there, big guy.”

simon preens like he loves the nickname and you sear his reaction to your memory, already anticipating the next opportunity where you get to call him that again.

“i‘ve got somethin’ for you,” simon announces before twisting towards the other side of his harley, reaching for something that you couldn’t see. you tilt your head, trying to act cool as you wait.

simon turns back to you with a shy smile tickling his lips, and your eyes instantly flicks towards his hands where he cradled a cute little purple helmet – one of the many things you didn’t expect him to return with.

“is that a bicycle helmet?” you blurt out.

“yeah,” he laughs, a pretty sound. “this is all they have.”

“‘they’?” you finally move close to him as you ask this, taking tentative steps on the gravel.

“the closest bike rental,” simon replies, sounding embarrassed. “you said y’ve never been on a bike and, well, this is a safe environment so i thought, ‘why not?’”

you breathe in sharply, his words curling along the crevices of your heart. “lemme get this straight,” you begin, swallowing the lump in your throat. “you heard me say i’ve never been on a bike before so your first reaction was to drive away to find a closest bike rental so you can get me a helmet because you want to give me a safe bike ride?”

“…yeah,” he whispers, hesitant. “i mean, if you don’t want to then that’s oka- are you crying?”

“shut up,” you whimper, hiding your face behind your palms.

you hear him curse, the engine of his bike shutting off, before hearing the way his feet drop on the gravel and march towards you. in a heartbeat, you are pulled in his embrace, with your face pressed on his chest, and you eagerly breathe in the scent of leather and ozone that is stuck on him. he pats your head softly, his palm dragging along your hair as he continues to comfort you.

you sniffle, unable to stop the tears because what the actual fuck.

you have never felt so loved. so adored. so revered.

you chew on your confession, your heart and mind syncing up for once. simon, i-

(later, when you’ve finally calmed down, you will let out a wet giggle and apologize for dampening the mood. simon will just smile at your adorable, tear-swollen face and tell you that you have nothing to apologize for. then, he’ll kiss your forehead before securing your helmet on your head. he’ll tighten the strap around your chin, gently knock on the shell, then pull you onto his bike. you two will spend the rest of the afternoon just making slow and gentle donuts around the park, laughing and chatting.

and then, gritting through the choking staccato of your heartbeat, you will tell simon that you want more than a flurry of dates. that you want something more official. then, you will tell him you love him and simon will buckle before you because,

“me too, sweet girl. i’m so in love with you too.”)

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[ninupi]

Hello~I have a request about Hanma, how would he react to reader getting asked by someone as to why they like Hanma and she answers "well it's cuz he's a bundle of joy!" :D

sweetheart | s. hanma

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, mentions of hanma being in a gang (obvi lol), readers friends assuming crazy stuff, lmk if anything else needs to tagged

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 900+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; im soso sorry it took me so long to get to this but I hope you enjoy </3 also didn't realize it said HANMAS REACTION til like halfway through writing LOLL

"You'll pick me up after classes right?" you ask Hanma as you slide off his bike taking off the helmet he insists you wear when riding with him despite him not wearing one himself. He gives you an unimpressed look while fixing the hair on top of your head. 

"Have I ever not picked you up after class?" you can't help but laugh at the tone of his voice. "I just like to be sure. It would be easier if you just came to class, though. " You give him a hopeful look, hoping he'll finally stop skipping class for once.

He immediately sucks his teeth causing you to roll your eyes "You know that's not my thing babe, I've got other stuff to do anyway" You let out a soft sigh knowing he just means gang-related things "Whatever...it'd just be nice to see you throughout the day sometimes."

He lets out a soft sigh when he sees the way you pick at the strap of your bag and stare at your shoes "C'mon don't be like that y/n..." he says reaching for your hand, holding it firmly while you still refuse to meet his eyes. 

"I'll take you to that new cafe you wanted to go to today if you look at me" he can't help the grin on his face when you look up at him before he even finishes his sentence. "You mean it?" He fakes an annoyed groan causing you to playfully slap his arm. 

"Yeah yeah I mean it, I'll take you" he smiles seeing how excited you are by the news "Ok ok, you better be here as soon as the last bell rings then!" you say to him turning to head through the school gates when you feel his grip on your hand tighten. 

Turning towards him you give him a confused look but he only raises his eyebrows silently reminding you of what you forgot "You're such a sap" you giggle while pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his lips "Watch it or no cafe" he jokinglythreats. 

You only roll your eyes at the empty threat while he brings your hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss "I'll see you after class" he reassures while starting up his bike leaving you to wave goodbye to him before heading into school.

Once you've made it into your classroom you notice all your friends surrounding your desk talking about something. "Hey guys what's up?" they all look at you a bit wide-eyed at your 'sudden' arrival "Hey y/n…we were just talking."

You give Mai an odd look, obviously, they were talking "Yeah I know…about what though?" at this all of them stay quiet not wanting to talk anymore it seems, you give them all a weird look when your other friend Ayase sighs out "We were talking about your boyfriend."

At this you get a bit defensive, why would they be talking about Shuji? "What about him?" some of the girls cringe hearing the annoyed tone of your voice "No, not like that!" Ayase immediately says causing you to give her a suspicious look.

"Then what?" you question getting annoyed at the shy glances they give each other "It's just…" you give her an expected look waiting for her to finish "I mean why are you with that guy? Seriously? Is he threatening you or something? We can report him-"

"What the hell, he's not threatening me! Where did you even get something like that from?" you question her angrily while your other friends try to do damage control "I'm just asking y/n! He's a well-known delinquent, I've never heard anything good about him I just wanted to make sure you're okay!"

The two of you are now somewhat yelling at each which has gained the attention of other students in the class "Yeah he's a delinquent but he's a good boyfriend, he's never done anything to me or let anything to me!" You watch as your friend tries to find the right words to say. 

"You don't know him Ayase, you just listen to what other people say! And yeah that other stuff is probably true but I don't know that Shuji, the Shuji I know is good to me and treats me right. So who cares if he's a delinquent, he's the greatest guy I've ever met!" 

You feel your ears get hot once you finish talking, not realizing how loud you actually were. Your friends stare at you a bit dumbfounded at your outburst, Ayase finally goes to say something the classroom door opens bringing everyone's attention to it rather than you two. 

"Didn't know you could get that loud babe" Your face contorts into an embarrassing scowl at Hanma's words "Don't mind me though, I just came by to drop this off" he's holding up your lunch that you seemingly forgot with a cheeky smile. 

He softly places it on your desk along with a red bean bun that looks like it's from the convenience store across the street "Also got you this, know how much you love 'em" he winks loving how embarrassed you seem to be. 

"Thanks, Shuji, you didn't have to though…" you mutter now hyperaware of everyone's eyes on the two of you "Anything for my girl, don't forget about the cafe after classes though! Don't want you to be too full to actually try anything" he teases ruffling the top of your head before leaving. 

You keep your eyes on the packaged bun on your desk too embarrassed to meet your friend's eyes "You were right y/n, he seems like a great guy" You look up to see your friends giving you teasing smiles. You can feel all your annoyance come back at once "You guys suck!" 

[stevie-petey]

Hiii! This is my first time requesting something here so Im sorry if Im doing it wrong. But I'd really like to see a little more of Bug and Lucas. I hope you're having a great weekend, xoxo :)

BUG AND LUCAS <3333333

ENJOY !!!

"are you guys ready?" you look at will and dustin, picking them up from mikes tonight.

"lets go!" dustin nods, impatient. your mother promised to make her special lasagna for dinner and hes starving.

"wheres my brother?" will asks you, still a bit shy around you. though its been about a week, hes slowly warming up to you, which you secretly adore.

"he said your mom needed help with dinner, so he asked me to bike you home."

will nods, accepting this, and youre about to start the journey home when you see another boy walk out of the wheeler house. hes alone, youve never seen him before.

"whos that?" you ask will.

"lucas," he fixes his backpack. "hes in our party, too."

you look around, noticing theres no one with him. its late, nearly 7. "does he bike home alone often?"

when will nods, you immediately hop off your bike and approach the boy. "excuse me,"

the kid turns around, startled by your sudden appearance, and you quickly hold your hands up and soften your voice. "hey, its okay. i didnt mean to scare you, i apologize."

"are you dustins sister?" lucas asks, seeing will and your brother waiting behind you.

"i am," you confirm with a smile. "and will tells me youre lucas?"

"yeah." he nods, an air of maturity to him for such a young kid.

you stick your hand out. "well, nice to meet you, lucas. im y/n."

he shakes your hand, palm much smaller than yours, and you know that theres no possible way youre letting him bike home all alone.

"i'll tell you what," you gesture towards will and dustin. "why dont you ride home with us?" its pretty dark out."

lucas doesnt look sure, so youre quick to follow up with something that will make the offer seem less protective and more friendly, more casual. he wants to appear brave, and you respect his surety. "we can turn it into a race, if youd like. winner gets a comic of their choice."

"what comics do you have?" he looks at you, skeptical, but intrigued.

"x-men, marvel, dc. you name it, i probably have it."

"i dont know..."

dustin groans. "c'mon, lucas! just bike with us, i promise y/n is cool. she'll even let you borrow her comics for free."

"free?"

you laugh. "sure, but only if you come with us. i really dont like the idea of you outside alone. im willing to offer you my best comics, lucas. top of the market stuff."

finally, he gives you a smile, white teeth and charming. "okay, you got a deal."

"perfect!" you grab your bike, wave him over. "get your bike. you still owe me a race."

lucas giggles and grabs his bike, taking off down the street before youve even said go.

"wait up!" you call after him, laughing alongside dustin and will.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[exitrowiron]

This is my preferred post-long run/bike recovery routine.

Saturday's workout was 13.2 mile run in 2:20 with 750' ascent.

Sunday was more challenging in ways I hadn't anticipated. I rode 76.6 miles in 4:25 with 3,000' ascent followed by a short 1.5 mile 15 minute run. My bike speed only averaged 17.3 - mph - but that included a lot of climbing. I'd like to average >18 mph for IM CA and that should be possible because IM CA is a very flat course. My normalized power was 172 watts which I think I can sustain for the full 112 miles and still have something in the tank for the marathon.

The ride was interrupted at mile 35 when my rear tire was punctured. Incredibly I happened to be 300 yds from the home of one of only 4 couples I know in the area. I had everything necessary to change the tire with me (tube, CO2, tire lever) but I'd never changed a tire on this bike and I wanted access to my friends' bike pump as backup.

Unfortunately it didn't go well and after much struggling I pinched/punctured the spare. Fortunately my neighbor gave me and my bike a ride home and I continued the ride after fixing the flat and refueling.

The experience was frustrating but valuable. I definitely need 2 tire levers and instead of CO2 I will carry a very small battery powered inflator. Also, I will run tubeless tires on my race setup.

I was pretty tired after Sunday's ride/run but feel great today (my rest day). Training resumes tomorrow and this is test week so I will be doing max efforts swim, run, and bike to see if my fitness has improved. I know my endurance has improved and I'm hoping my speed has as well.

[batboopp]

Cass Cain for the hc game!!!!

hi ccm!! <3 I got like 4 consecutive asks for cass right at the same time, but I’d love to share mine with you anyways!! 😭

Cass is the biggest snacker EVER, which has been pretty much confirmed by Brombal in Batgirl 2024 when Cass demolishes a bowl of soup while Shiva awkwardly tries to talk to her. plus she constantly needs energy as Batgirl, so it’s not hard for me to imagine her running into a Wendy’s, or taking out her friends to eat! <3

2. She is a HUGE fan of the riot grrrls genre of punk music! this is based on her being heavily implied to like punk music in her batgirl run when she joins a mosh pit, along with the riot grrrls batgirl cover with her and spoiler on it. also i love the idea of her getting more into this genre during her arc in Batgirl 2000 where she wants to discover herself while learning that she deserves to be her own person outside of the Batgirl mantle. it’s very compelling to me <3 especially since the riot grrrls punk movement carries a lot of weight in women’s and music’s history so i think there’s so much that can be done with that!

3. During those 17 years on the run from Cain, she routinely saw many people attempting to take their life, because it is gotham. Cassandra wished that she could say anything to get them to just stop, to realize that their life mattered, that every life mattered, but she couldn’t do anything except act. especially as a child, she made sure she went to bed each night knowing that their deaths were all her fault, that she should’ve done anything. tbh im picturing that when cass yelled “STOP!” at cain, she wished she had that one word way sooner in her life. i think she hated herself just the tiniest bit because why would she use that word for something as selfish as herself when she could’ve stopped death? idkkk

4. Cass learned how to fix and program her own bikes, along with being extremely skilled at driving them! I literally have nothing to back this up other than her having a BLAST racing down a freeway with duke having a mental breakdown and clutching onto her for dear life in Batman and the Outsiders, and her many cute bike rides with Steph in Batgirl 2000 and evil and intimidating Batgirl 2022. I also like to imagine Bruce and ESPECIALLY Stephanie were openly overjoyed with Cass’s new interest in bikes, and they taught her everything she knows now! I also like to think she prefers bikes and motorcycles way more than cars, as they tend to be faster, more agile, closer to the ground, and easier to detect surroundings in :)

tysm for asking!! i hope these are at least sort of accurate 😭

[unreleasedwrites]

⌗ 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬’ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

➤ Welcome to my masterlist, dearest reader! I hope that you’ll be able to find what it is that you came here for ❤︎︎

１ 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗌

Baking any single pastry with a character of your choice

２ 𝖮𝗇𝖾－𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗍

My works like “Incomparable” and “A Planned Coincidence”

３ 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾

What type of partner he is in a situation of your choice

No need to pick the characters, but you could ask for a specific generation / crew !!

im gonna fix this soon

➤ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

° = Already finished and posted

symbol is red = it was a request !

characters name is red = implied smut or contains some !

Baking Shenanigans

° Jihan Kwak ( Cookies )

° Jake Kim ( Strawberry Shortcake )

One - Shot

° Bike Riding ( Park Jonggun )

° Incomparable ( Park Jonggun )

° A Planned Coincidence ( Gitae Kim ) pt.1

° Slipping Away ( Park Jonggun )

° Caught You, Again ( Park Jonggun )

° A Planned Coincidence ( Gitae Kim ) pt.2

° In Your Contacts ( Park Jonggun )

° Newlyweds ( Park Jonggun )

° A Certain Scent ( Park Jonggun )

° Morning After ( Gitae Kim )

° First Thing In The Morning ( Jake Kim )

Drabble

° Them as the father to your guys’ child(ren)

° Their love languages towards you

° Their ideal first date with you

° Them dating a black woman

° Gen 0 + 1 + Gun & Goo with a hs crush/ sweetheart

Relationship Headcanons

° Jaegyeon Na

° Jihan Kwak

[strwbivy]

Im soooo obsessed with your writing, i just wanna let you know that you're my fave writer even if your fictions go short sometimes :'D.

If any chance you write for Kenma or Hinata OR Tsukishima, i would like to request something for one of them (or if you want all) with their date preference with reader who's in a romantic relationship with them? Like reader and character is new on their relationship and this is their 1st date? How would the character react? Or how they would initiate the date?

I hope it fits your criteria! I really love your fics so much!

LOVERS' FIRST DATE .ᐟ

synopsis. being in a newly established relationship with him calls for a first date with him nothing could go wrong, right?

wc. 1.6k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. running around, amusement park date, hyper hinata, carousel, rollercoasters, fireworks

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! hi anonn, omg ilysm i apologies that my fics are so shortt but i swear i'm trying to improve on making my fics more long!! also i was supposed to make all chars but i got too lazy and i wouldn't be able to finish it immediately anyways.

♡ HINATA SHŌYŌ because of hinata's monster energy and scarily long stamina, which means that he would be the type of guy who loves going to active dates, something that requires doing physical activities in a fun way.

he's the type of guy who would take you on places/dates like amusement parks, indoor trampoline parks, bike rides, or just regular old volleyball. even if you make mistakes receiving the ball, he doesn't mind it at all, as long he gets to play his favorite sport he's contented.

but everyone knows that no one can keep up with his rampant energy.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

shoyo grabs your wrist and pulls you to the large entrance of the amusement park as he ran at the speed of light, making you almost trample over your own foot.

now, finally reaching the entrance, you let out short puffs and pants while the hand that hinata didn't hold was on your knee. while you were breathing heavily, you heard a loud excited shriek coming from the orange-haired boy.

"ahhh!! yes, we're finally here!!" he exclaims loudly, while his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement.

"y-yea.. " you spoke, tired still in your voice. hinata then turns to you with an eager expression that turned into a more concerned one after seeing you panting state.

"[name] are you okay??" hinata questions as he helps you get up by pulling your wrist.

after helping you get back on your feet, you spoke. "yea, i just kinda got worn out cause you ran so dang fast.."

your comment made shoyo rub the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly while doing so. "oh haha.. sorry, i get carried away sometimes, especially when i'm excited!" You chortled at him and said to him that it was all fine as you fixed your clothes as you got up.

"well, i think i'm ready now!" you announced, having a cheery smile displayed across your face. and once your words reached his ears, he excitedly pulled you. he was about to start sprinting, but his feet halted after getting reminded about what happened earlier, he lets out an awkward giggle, and he then walked with you further at the entrance of the amusement park.

and so, once you and hinata went inside the main part of the park, you both were ecstatic when you heard the sounds of rollercoasters scraping and moving along its tracks, and the loud screams of joy that came from it.

you both then immediately start going on rides. first, you both got on a rollercoaster, nothin' special, just a warmup. afterward, hinata pointed at a ship that was swaying side to side, each sway getting higher and higher as it went.

it's intimidating, you know that, but hinata reassured he'll hold you tightly, and you and him will sit at the middle seats. with his affirmation, you not so bravely marched up to the ride with him.

god, were you not ever more scared than you thought you would be. you were screaming your lungs out every time you felt your stomach disappeared when the ship would descend from it's highest point, while hinata was screaming just as loud as you but, it wasn't because that he was scared, it was because he was actually having fun without fear!

you chanted out prayers as the ride continued on for a few minutes, and when the ride did end, you were left in a shriveled state. your legs wobbled when you took a step out of the ship, and your boyfriend was panting in a joyous manner.

you whip your head towards the ominous ride, and your eyes glared at it as if it was a real person that you had hatred on. "i will never ride you again, you piece of ship." (yes ik it's a damn pun) you angrily mumbled to yourself, swearing that you will never, and never! come back to that ride again.

hinata never didn't noticed your annoyed expression to the already ridden ship. instead, he was deciding which rides he'd want to go to next.

glaring at the ship, you were unexpectedly pulled by your wrist once again, and of course, it was hinata, and of course, you were running at an insane speed. you tried to keep your still-wobbling legs with his pace while you got a gist of what will be happening for the next hours.

and you were damn right. hinata had pulled you up to all kinds of rides that made you exhausted every time you got off of them, but the cycle repeats, and he pulls you up to another one.

the cycle repeats until the sun is just a few away from reaching the horizon.

you tiredly walked up to a bench and plopped on it as if it was your own bed while hinata went off to buy some drinks. heavy pants fell from your mouth, the rides you went on have your energy drained. you swore that it was still morning when you and him came here and now it's almost dusk??! you sighed at the thought that time would easily slip by by just riding a few attractions.

while you were resting on the bench, hinata came back with yours and his drinks in his hand. as he went up to you, he immediately noticed your tired demeanor. he stretched out his arm to you and gave you the drink. you took it and almost drank it empty to how thirsty you were.

hinata looked at you as he drank his, gulping with worry and guilt as he swallowed down the liquid.

"s-shoyo.. are we done yet?" you asked, hoping that he would say yes. surprisingly, but expectedly, he says the opposite of what you hoped for.

"nope!" he replies as he gulps the last drop of his drink before facing you. "we have one moree thing to go on, but i swear it won't be like the other ones! so pleaseee let's go onn it??" he pleads to you, making you a bit shocked cause you never mentioned that you were tired or whatsoever.

but of course, who wouldn't say no when the hinata puts up his pleading eyes that will always manage to convince you? you let out a heavy sigh as you threw your empty can to a nearby trash bin.

"fine i guess, but i'd better now be like the other ones." you stated, to which he happily nodded and pulled your wrist, but now in a more gentle manner in contrast than .

a few minutes of walking later, you and him stopped at a ferris wheel. hinata turns to you with an excited look on his face, and you face him with a delighted expression.

you both then line up for the ride, which surprisingly to for only a short while to get through. hinata helps you get in the cart, and he lets out a giggle as he enters it.

the ride then starts to move at a slow pace. your cart started at the bottom, and you both rambled about random topics as your cart starts to reach its peak.

"yea and it was so crazy! also, when it was break time, i saw kageyama buying usual milk, and as he was drinking it, he suddenly coughed, and milk was spitted out everywhere!" he says, his arms animatedly describing every verb mentioned in his sentence.

you cackled at hinata's random storytelling, and he laughs too. his laughter then slowly falters into a smile.

"i know that today was a doozy, so uh, sorry for dragging you around." he scratches the back of his neck as he nervously laughs. you shook your head in reply, indicating it was fine.

"no-no it's okay! you know damn well i'm used to it by now." you say, having a gentle smile on your lips.

and just as hinata was about to speak, a sudden loud pop was heard from outside your cart. sprinkles of colorful light displayed on the dark colored sky, and more sparkles and bursts of light followed. hinata gasps, and you do too. it's almost seems like everything was intentional, that your cart was just at the peak height of the ferris wheel and the fireworks were lit at the right moment.

anyways, you both were shocked at the unexpected events, and you both turned to each others faces after pushing it through the carts' window.

"woah, the fireworks look really pretty!" you exclaimed, gawking at the sight of explosive colorful lights that were being lit up one by one in the air.

hinata nodded at your comment before a smug expression crept up to his face, he slowly turns his head to you and coughs up to get your attention, and as soon as he gets your attention he smugly looks at you and opens his mouth.

"sure these fireworks may seem pretty but, they aren't as beautiful as you~" hinata says in an odd almost poetic tone, he then awaits for your reaction, expecting there would be one but, he only met is your silence and the muffled popping sounds of fireworks.

you looked at him dumbfounded for a few minutes, trying to process what he said. and when you eventually managed to process it, you laughed at him! it sounded very much cringe and cliché at the same time.

you surely felt bad when you just suddenly laughed at him, but you couldn't help it at all! hinata then immediately retorts about you laughing at him, but you just continue to laugh, making him feel embarrassed.

the fireworks fizzled and popped into the background, as you and him shared a wonderful time talking and laughing on and on inside the cart.

sure the date didn't go so well, in your part at least, but at the end of the day, you without doubt had a great time with your very-oh-so-hyper-of-a-boyfriend.

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[little-forest-goblin]

Here’s a little something for y’all i have no title for it so enjoy! its short and im trying my hand at writing so please dont make fun of me!

The wind swayed the grass and tree’s softly in this supposedly idealistic world. The grass and tree’s where that perfect green that looked straight from a picture or a movie. The sun shined down and the sky was blue. People were on a run or walking there dogs or simply sitting on benches enjoying life. Not to far off sat a tree with branched that sat in every which way direction and under that tree at the base of them where 8 beautiful orange marigolds that seemed to sparkle as the wind gently brushed against them making them sway and shake. In this moment of peace a pair of feet clad in converse shoe’s came up to the flowers standing a few inches away as to not step on or ruin them. These shoe’s belonged to god. The same god Klaus would always end up meeting in death. the one riding her bike. She smiled softly looking at the flowers. After a beat of silence she finally broke the silence. “You guys never did have a great ending huh?” She tsk’d and sighed. “I never meant for your lives to end this way. Your previous one was definitely not supposed to end that way. Reginald did you guys so dirty.” she chuckled looking up at the tree the marigolds sat under taking in the bittersweet serenity of the moment and back to the marigolds. “You guys definitely did a lot of unexpected things, huh? Five and Lila was not expected thats for sure. interesting, yes. Gross and unnecessary for my poor holy eyes? that also.” she chuckled and kneeled down fixing her dress to accommodate her position. “Now when i do this i better see you guys make something out of your selves. live something better then what you did last time and dont make any dumb mistakes.” she dug in the dirt taking the marigolds out by the roots as to not damage them or hurt them. once all 8 of them where in her hands she smiled. “ You may be wondering why im doing this? well im not heartless i see injustice when i see one and quite frankly…” she turned to a clearing, careful as to not damage the marigolds and there petals and stems and roots. “I don’t like how this story ends.” With that she blew on the marigolds making there petals fly off and catch into the wind carrying them off leaving there stems and roots behind as they flew away. It was like the petals had a mind of their own which they technically did. They flew down all the way to the city. the breeze carrying them passing by people until they landed on 8 different woman there petals disappearing seeping into the skin of their stomachs.

-9 Months later-

Efa is in the hospital bed holding her baby as the doctors call in her husband Micheal from the waiting room. Efa smiles at her bundle of joy that is against her chest hearing her heartbeat. her finger is in its tiny fist as its forest green eyes is lazy and droopy with sleep. Finally Michael is ushered in by doctors who give them a moment alone. Micheal comes in and kisses Efa’s forehead “Hi honey how are you feeling?” micheal said calmly with a hint of concern after all his wife did just go through a painful procedure. Efa smiled at her husband. “Im alright right now, love. Just sore and really tired.” she looked to her bundle of joy in her arms. she adjusted the baby so micheal could see him better. “He has your eyes micheal.” she smiled softly. Micheal smiled with a soft adoring smile for his wife and child “Have we decided on a name yet, darling?” Efa look’s to her son in her arms. “Yes…Yes i think i have.” it was silent for a moment until micheal chuckled softly “Well dont keep me in the dark forever, my love, what is it?” Efa looked to micheal with a soft smile “Max.” she looked to the baby “Max Farris.”

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Woo okay so that was a lot. I hope you liked it. I tried my hand at writing and i personally think it came out pretty great. Also the name Efa is five’s actual birth mother i looked it up and i couldn’t find a last name so i picked the actor who portrayed her’s last name. I hope that sits well with y’all. Love you guys bye! ❤️

[greenplantlizard]

drive 16-22, type TOKUJO, type HIGH SPEED, 23, zunboganbo roidmude & 24!!!

i dont know how this post got this long, it will happen again

but what if he's just fucking with you

i too think gen is mispronouncing roidmude on purpose

lmao gou you little shit with your riddles three

shinnosuke you could be so close to figuring out why the detective always wins in fiction. believe it or not it's not because they're always right in real life in this essay i will-

essay cancelled chase is here hiii chase!!! :)

ok i know gou calls him shin-niisan because his name is shinnosuke but i can't stop hearing that as "new bro"

remember, always run away!!!

poor brain

finally, we're giving kiriko the ability to do things again!!!

could call it a friend of rider kick

lmao that sounds like a 20th century way of calling someone gay

is she,,, you know,,, a friend of kamen rider?

hmmmmm,,, rinna backstory?

oh damn kiriko sees chase? ,,,huh

ah yes, voice powers that let you control women, of course, yes, very premise

i see mach has learned to speed up his intro... by saying it faster, i love it

mr belt is crawling around like some kind of animal

dead heat is here, and i feel like he's overclocked his engine a little

i can also believe this form is unfinished,,, it looks it

possibly more than a little, he's started twitching

oop, there it is

he'll be fine you just have to punch him real hard

welp, it's time for the rinna backstory episode, featuring,,,,, an effigy of jun??

brain is like some kind of bug to me

ah so it's a love triangle but over heart,,, as it should be

men keep being blasted into craters today

"my research is more important than my happiness" DAMN BRO WHAT

wow this guy just sucks huh

i dunno if the temptation of scientific curiosity quite covers this one

an american man has appeared, i love it whenever they get a shouty guy in one of HOLD ON THAT'S ULF OTSUKI I'VE SEEN THAT GUY BEFORE, MY FAVOURITE SWEDISH JAPANESE GUY WHO DID VAGUELY AMERICAN ACCENTS IN JAPANESE TOKUSATSU SHOWS (rest in peace)

ah, after kamen rider kabuto they waste no time showing off when a toy has a reversible gimmick, so hi mach dead heat

mach's finishers seem pretty similar to each other

i see they didn't fix the design flaw

don't worry rinna, the density shift particle detector is the star of my tv

this is kinda like the cockroach dopant storyline in w, isn't it?

can't believe both detective kamen riders had a story where they track down an internet-based vigilante

also gen backstory episode

if there's one thing that kamen rider has done to me, it's made me unable to think of the name tachibana normally

for a group named black candle their dress code seems quite the opposite

aw shit, he's a kendo guy

methinks perhaps gou is a little insecure about something

i am obsessed with rider villain hangout spots, where did medic get that swing from

rinna im sorry your new device resembles part of a vacuum cleaner, what happened to those beautiful big colourful lights

gen is DESTROYED

look this is very dramatic and all, but im giggling at just having noticed the ride crosser branded seatbelts :D

gou is famous on true crime videos everywhere

i like to think he made up being swarmed by horses of fans though

LMAO THE HAPPY MUSIC

i hope the jun homunculus remains as a recurring feature of scu hq

honk to honk communication

there are so many judges now, maybe society was the real judge,,,,

his bike... ISN'T HERE

it is now time for the kyu episode

i see kamen rider drive earned the ultimate power of the carrangers

two of him

two of him???????????????

i mean brain, you might be more useful to heart if you actually,,,, did something

splitting up the kyus like pokemon games

gen must end his unethical treatment of mr dog NOW

so kyu's just been living a comedy slice of life this whole time,,,, "I'm living with my killer robot doppelganger?!!"

ok that's definitely some kind of workplace rules violation

aw he's actually nice

shinnosuke has now seen anime

so are the reapers or mach going to get 072 first- it's the reapers

rip

some medic you are

ah so that's what her robot form looks like,,, im normal about this

anyways, did chase kill a guy?

we he definitely nearly killed some guys

man i hope the next two episodes advance chase's plot, he's been less interesting since his reprogramming imo

thank you gen, dimension cab is horrifying

chase's ultimate ability: slowdown but better

brain you literally overheard her saying she modified chase why do you have to speculate

i love it when the protagonists organically find ways of more effectively dealing with the villains

what's a little neurotoxin between- no wait i already said that

medic actually has a really good plan here but i can't help feeling this is an excuse to show off what machine chaser can do with the different shift cars

watch out, chase has built up 7 levels of meter, his ultimate is ready!!!

YESSSSSS he's rememberinggggggg

time for a new new form!!!! it's blue, like sonic the formula

gou tsundere momence

oh the zombies are here hello the zombies

me when i tell my three friends "job well done" and then they burst into flame and disintegrate into dust

YESSSSSSSS HE'S CONFLICTED!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!! THE ANGST IS BACK IN FULL FORCE

i hoped it would be :D

gou is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

now see what you've done brain, chase has turned into a killing machine!!!

welp, looks like we have to punch him real hard with the power of our new form, and this truck i found!

oh my god why does type formula look like that,,,, i mean i get why it's an f1 car but like,,, why

toy car-powered gun

beam struggle!!! my favourite :D

rip chase...?

or PERHAPS NOT >:D

we interrupt this plot for more supplementary material!!!

damn this special is showing me LORE this feels like forbidden knowledge

and then there's the hyper battle dvd, which is perhaps less lore relevant, except maybe continuing the trend of TV-kun existing in universe, and also drive gentrification edition

back to episode 23 to continue this extremely long post

kiriko must perform eboy hospital alone, it is her duty

in this episode, kamen rider gets fucking exploded today, they blew him up

i joked about the top gear brain thing being an ace attorney minigame, but it is literally the edgeworth logic thing now ive seen it enough times

drive becomes more exceedraft with each passing form

the pit crew are a fun idea, though they maybe gave up on the tire change names a little

EBOY AWAKE

this is a brief zunboganbo interlude, they zunboganboed so hard gou saw the future (zunboganbo?) and im going to be hearing the zunbo drive ganbo cast saying zunboganbo in my sleep, zunboganbo

brain finally does another thing!!!

a little neurotoxin can be pretty fucking bad between enemies actually

now gou gets to experiment excruciating pain!!! for science

average high school boy moment

gou thought the power of self-confidence was only for one day!!! he mad!!!

drive really said boo

mach will grudgingly admit that teamwork is a concept that exists

gou then wouldn't stop repeating his full catchphrase for the next 15 hours

meanwhile, an eboy is loose in tokyo

TO BE CONTINUED, but first,,,, history will be altered, or perhaps repeated, as this vehicle careers towards the next big crossover with no sign of turning back...

[ask-postcrash-curly]

hiya, curly. i don't know how accurate this is to your timeline, but as im sending this message it's currently march 19th. last day of winter. and also my birthday::) i have work today so i wont be doing anything crazy until next weekend haha. but ive got some fun plans^^

heres what the sky looked like yesterday. moody, but hopeful, to me. feels like things will get easier soon. i hope they do.

there are some cherry blossom trees by the sidewalk near my apartment. they're about to bloom::D ill show them to you when theyre ready. oh, and in other news; I FINALLY FIXED MY BIKE!!! it got a flat tire like 2.5 months ago and i never got around to replacing the inner tube. but i did it yesterday! by myself, even! (with the help of some youtube videos and my dad on the phone LOLL but dont worry abt it) anyway, im excited to ride it to work today. hopefully i did everything right. but that's all i have for u right now cap! it's nice chatting with you. ill keep in touch! hang in there my friend. let's hope that the clouds today were a good omen for you and your crew, and that things will get a little easier soon. it sounds a bit silly i guess, but oh well. talk soon! much love🫶

🐕

Last day of winter, huh? That’s a shame. To me, anyways. Have a happy birthday!!

That’s a really nice picture. I miss the sky… Thank you. I hope the same.

I’ll look forward to that. Nice work on the bike! Here’s hoping all goes well there.

Nice chatting with you, too. I’ll try to hang in there. God, I hope you’re right, but… Thank you. Much love. Talk soon!!

[conspiracyravens]

Thinking about all the people in my life that are lost but not gone.

The friend who i meant in elementary school who lives just down the road yet we hardly speak more than empty words to each other anymore if we speak at all

The kid who lived next to me on the road where i learned to ride a bike

The friend who i played minecraft with till the early hours of the morning while eating gummy worms and who had a dogs that ate shoes and would drag you down the street on walks

The ex if you can even call someone an ex if you never dated who i have now been apart from longer than we even knew each other and who my family still asks after from time to time because i never really gave them the full story and who's music i still listen to and smile or cry depending on the day

The boy who i have known for almost 9 years now who im pretty sure doesn't recognize me since i cut my hair

The friend who is so close and yet so so far, who i still see things and think of dumb character ideas and almost almost pick up the phone to message and then remember that i burnt that bridge and am to scared to try to fix it

My first cat who was the most cat like cat i ever knew

The person who is so god dam out of my league and makes me painfully awkward and boring in comparison yet who was always kind to me and made time for me and who was so beautiful confident in them self that it gives me hope that maybe one day it could be a fraction of that confidence

The guy who gave the best book recommendations and who always had the best conversations and who said to salt pasta water like the sea

All the multitudes of me throughout the years all with hopes and dreams and worries of their own each one of them so so real in the moment and then a wisp of a hint of a memory the next

[dittolicous]

so like my bike chain broke and i am just physically incapable of fixing it in one day (something always goes wrong) so i had to catch a ride to work then walk home when we close

we close at 12am, so first strike right there

then around a fog started to roll in so that by the time we closed it was hella thick, v eerie, thus strike two

and to round it all up, we closed up and i say bye to my coworker and start rumnaging around for my earbuds (dont @ me I KNOOOOW), get them on and set up, just to pull up my phone

and

iv got no signal - strike fucking three

i had it a moment b4 when i was inside, then suddenly, it was just gone. i restart my phone in hopes that it would help, that it was just a glitch, but alas, no. so im standing there, 12am, foggy as shit, with my cute lil kikis delivery service purse hanging on my elbow, no phone signal. like. welp. gotta get home some either way. i mean theres SOME lighting down the path! its just a 30 minute walk all on my lonesome!

the path in question:

im halfway home when i go, ah, yes, i suppose i would be the first to die in a horror movie

oh wait did i tell u guys about when i basically became the first girl to die in a horror movie a couple nights ago

[ellierium]

eventually. [ellie williams] 4/5

other parts:

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

pairing: ellie/fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

cw: not proofread. disgustingly romantic writing. brief alcohol mention (they drink wine).

tags: @anchoeritic , @elliesstar , @elliewill

an: omg... chapter 4. almost done. im sorry how annoyingly deep this one is like idk im in my feelings ig. enjoy.

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It didn’t take long to get to where Ellie had planned the date. She had given no hints for what to expect, just for you to dress comfortably. The ride there was amazing; the wind, the speed, being so close to her. Once you got there, you carefully got off the bike, your legs a little shaken from the ride. Ellie chuckles at you, and you playfully flip her off, letting her come close enough to take the helmet off. 

“For your information, I’ve never been on a bike,” you defend, rolling your eyes as you fix your hair. You look around, recognizing the park she brought you to. You squint at what looks like a lamp on the ground in the middle of the field, but turn to Ellie soon after. She chuckles some more, shaking her head as she turns off the bike. You hug yourself, grinning, and bury yourself in Ellie’s jacket. It’s a little chilly outside, but not unbearable. She holds out her hand, and nods her head towards the set up. 

“Let’s go, pretty girl.”

As you two walk, you try to settle the nerves in your stomach. It’s a really pretty setting; really romantic and quite secluded. The night sky is clear for the most part, and for a second, you take a glance, just to see. When you and Ellie finally make it to the set up, she lets go of your hand to scratch her cheek. She’s nervous, suddenly, her eyes flickering between you and the ground where she has everything set up. You smile.

It’s a picnic; there’s some wine and food in the basket, and what looks to be a little cake. There’s a couple pillows next to the lamp you had noticed earlier. It’s adorable, and so very Ellie. 

“I got too nervous thinking about where to take you,” she admits, starting to sit, “So, I hope this is okay.”

You chuckle, following her lead, but sit closer to her side rather than straight across. 

“This is lovely,” you say, watching the way her face brightens up, “You can show me some of the constellations after we eat.” 

Ellie perks up at that, grinning. She grabs the wine and two glasses, beginning to pour some for the both of you. It’s comforting. The wind isn’t so bad tonight, and the air is cool and crisp. You watch quietly as Ellie starts to set up the food, and abruptly remember that this is a date, and you should ask her questions.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” You ask, and Ellie smiles, glancing at you momentarily. 

“I think I was, like, 15 when Joel gave me his guitar,” she shrugs, “I started learning then.” 

You nod, reaching for the wine she holds out for you. “Would you sing for me sometime?” You ask, before taking a sip of the wine. She barks out a laugh, and shakes her head a little.

“I’m not that good,” she says, holding eye contact with you, “But I don’t think I could ever say no to you.” 

You flush at the statement and the wine, looking away from her. The food is great, and you compliment the chef. After you eat and talk for a little while, you take the pillow and get comfortable, resting on your back so you can look up at the stars. Ellie joins you after cleaning up a little bit, and you sigh, watching the stars wink at you.

It’s quiet for a while. You both lay there, blanketed by the comforting atmosphere, your hands inches away. You try not to think too hard about it, or about anything else, really. Your mind keeps wandering; the life you live here, with these people, with this girl. It feels surreal. You’re watching the stars in the middle of a field, your pinky barely brushing against Ellie’s, trying to figure out how this came to be.

Ellie is nothing like anybody you’ve ever known. She’s interesting, and dorky, and endearing. You thought it was a joke when Dina raved about how much you’d like her. You never thought she’d be so right, never thought that someone out there could match you so well. The fear hits you like a ton of bricks; Ellie, who could probably be with anyone, has done these things for you. Has consistently chosen you to get to know, has wanted to know you since the moment she saw you. You think, for a while, that this was always supposed to happen. That only someone like Ellie could bring you here, only someone like Ellie could make you feel this kind of fear. 

Ellie has made a home in the crooks of your bones. The gaps in your heart, the curves of your brain. She is there to stay, and the thought paralyzes you. How quickly she’s become so constant. How quickly you’ve come to accept it. 

"I think the world of you," You whisper, your eyes flickering back and forth between two different constellations. You whisper, because you can’t trust your own voice. You whisper, because you can’t trust yourself. "How fuckin' cheesy is that?"

Ellie pauses, her pinky hooking with yours, finally. She’s shifting on the ground to look over at you, but you can't find it in yourself to look back. For once, you don't even think you want to. You know, like you know your own heart, that she stares with the stars in her eyes. 

"Sometimes,” she murmurs back, “I look at you and think about this quote I read a really long time ago.” You stay quiet, because the force of her words will render you speechless, anyway. 

“To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.” She quotes, and it takes the breath out of your lungs. You think, distantly, that she can have that, too. Your heart, your mind, and the air you breathe, if she wants it. 

“And every single time,” she says, the rest of her fingers interlocking with yours, “You look so beautiful that I’m more than okay with that being true.” 

If there’s anything you could’ve hoped for her to say, that was more than enough to surpass your expectations. For the night, you and Ellie are vulnerable and alone. The stars in the sky keep you company, and the stars in Ellie’s eyes keep you safe. When Ellie moves forward, you move with her, and meet her half way. Her eyes are focused on your lips, and you shiver, even though you’re not cold. You’ve caught her looking at them before, but now, with her too-romantic words and her overwhelming want, it feels different. She locks eyes with you one last time, and her lips meet yours.

Her lips are soft and tase like cherry chapstick, and as much as it surprises you, it’s a comfort. The fear leaves as quickly as it came, and the content that you're left with warms you from your fingertips to your toes. You kiss Ellie back, and try to get her to feel it, too. You wish and will it to be true, that she can feel what you feel through one kiss. 

She smiles, as if she can.

[natsbaby]

Drive Thru

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: just some dorks being very dorky for each other before going to work

Warnings: none!

A/N: ive been having a hard time trying to write all the way through like omg i have so many drafts im not even joking so i hope writing shorter ones would help me get out of my slump 🥲 hope you guys like this one!!

“Nat? Babe wake up we have to go” you say softly as you gently wake up your girlfriend who groans in response, then proceeds to nuzzle her face into her pillow that would shield her from the world. You sigh as you glance at the clock, rolling your eyes at your stubborn girlfriend.

“5 more minutes then we can go” she mumbles as she adjusts her position that would indicate her further comfort and possibly fall back to sleep till god knows when. You groan as you give up trying to be nice.

“Natasha Romanoff if you don’t get up in the next 3 seconds, you’re gonna get it” you warn your girlfriend who doesn’t budge at all. You take off the blazer you’re wearing, draping it on the dresser besides your shared bed.

“1…” you start as Nat starts to drift back to sleep.

“2….” You wait for a moment, smirking slightly as Nat yawns. “Welp, I warned you”

“3!” Before Nat could react, you jump up and land on top of Nat who lets out a loud oof and groan as you attack her with kisses.

“WakeupWakeupWakeupWakeupWakeup!” You chant as you plant kisses all over her face who grunts in response as she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Okay i yield, i’m awake i’m awake” Nat groggily says in defeat as you grin at her, gently placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Good morning Natty”

“Good morning beautiful” she mumbles sleepily as she pulls your head down to kiss her properly. You smile into the kiss as you kiss her back, melting into her arms before snapping out of it and pulling back with a scowl on your face.

“Stop distracting me and come on, you’ll be late” Nat chuckles at your playful scowl as she gently pecks your lips, tapping your thigh so you could get up. “Okay let’s go”

You get up happily as you smile in triumph at the sluggish ex assassin, fixing yourself as she gets ready.

Nat’s supposed to have an early meeting this morning and asked you the night before to wake her up since you normally wake up early everyday for work, unlike Nat who can wake up anytime with SHIELD. Although while Nat could wake up with alarm clocks, Nat slept really late the night before as she filled up hers and Bucky’s post mission reports since Bucky did Nat’s work once and it was only matter of time Nat had to payback her debt.

You head to the living room of your shared apartment, leaning down to put on your heels as Nat grabs her helmet and keys from the rack. “You sure you don’t want me to drop you off?”

“As much as I love riding your bike with you, I’m wearing a skirt and my hair’s gonna be a mess. I’ll just drive” you sat as you grab the keys hanged besides her, kissing her on the cheek quickly. “I’ll see you later for dinner okay? Love you”

“I love you too sweetheart, go get ‘em” she says with a smile as you go ahead, chuckling softly to herself as she remembers why she fell for you in the first place. She grabs her leather jacket and heads out the door herself.

Normally, you wouldn’t have time in the morning to pass by anywhere before work but with the surprising lack of traffic, you decided to pass by your favorite coffee shop that has a drive thru.

You and Nat discovered this place a few weeks back and made the constant effort to pass by whenever you can since it’s really good. You stop behind the vehicle in front of you, placing your car in park as you dig around your bag for your credit card. Sadly, you have a bad habit of misplacing things and it seems like the world is going against you this morning because you can’t seem to find it your bag.

“What the hell” you grunt as you dump your bag’s contents into the passenger seat, looking around and to no avail. You groan as the car behind you honked to get your attention back since the vehicle in front of you has moved to the next window.

Praying you have enough money in your Apple Pay, tho you rarely put any cash in since Nat’s the one who uses Apple Pay more than you, you drive up to the window and smile at the worker. “Hi! Can I have a cold hot chocolate, no ice?”

The worker blinks in response at your order causing you to smile sheepishly. “Yea weird order I know but-“

“Don’t worry ma’am” the worker says with a smile as she inputs your order. “The vehicle in front of you warned us about your supposed weird order and already paid for it, she also said to tell you that she thinks you’re hot”

You look at her confused before looking ahead to see the driver in front of you, taking off the helmet to reveal your beloved girlfriend with the smuggest grin on her face, waving at you and making a call me gesture.

The confusion leaves your body as a smile grows on your face, rolling your eyes playfully before looking back at the worker. “Yea that’s my girlfriend”

The worker chuckles as she hands you the receipt with a smile. “Here’s the receipt, you can go ahead to the next window to claim your drink. Hope you have a great day!”

You thank her as you drive up to the next window, claiming your order as you drive to the front where your girlfriend’s waiting for you. “Nat you didn’t have to do that”

“I know” Nat says as she shrugs, taking a sip of her own coffee. “Thought you’d need a pick me up and you didn’t notice me when I waved at first so I thought it would be fun to pay it forward so to speak”

You look at her with a fond smile, beckoning her to come closer to your car. She looks at you confused, but dismounts off her bike so she could go close to you, leaning onto the open window. “You alri-“

You cut her off by pulling her down by the jacket as Nat catches herself by holding onto the roof while you give her a kiss. Nat’s eyes widens a little at the gesture, but gives in and kisses you back just as loving. You pull back after a few moments before Nat could deepen the kiss further, smiling as Nat looks at you slightly flustered.

“Thank you, I couldn’t find my card so this was really sweet of you” you start as you gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind Nat’s ear with a smile. “Gotta go but I’ll text you when I get to the office, alright?”

Nat just nods dumbly as she takes a step back, allowing you drive off with the biggest grin on her face while waving goodbye.