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coff33andb00ks · 11 months ago

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Until You

Part One | Part Two

charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}

Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language Notes: my first foray into smau and holy shit these are a lot of fun (and work omg). special thanks to @driverlando for the encouragement and listening to me whine

ynyln

liked by charles_leclrec, landonorris, pierregasly and 3,689,476 others ynyln: Merci beaucoup, Paris! Je t'aime et à bientôt!! ❤️💋 user1: formula one what are you doing here user2: she's always been a fan? user3: hope you're ok!! <3 user4: mother showing us all why she's mother pierregasly: magnifique spectacle, rendez-vous à Monaco! user5: did anyone see the fan vides of the f1 boys there? user6: she's gonna be at Monaco?!?! user7: were they in vip? user5: yeah but from what I've seen they didn't go backstage or anything user7: announce split from shitbag bf then perform best show of her tour? queen shit

ynyln

liked by mclaren, charles_leclrec, scuderriaferrari and 2,912,672 others ynyln: For the first time I will be attending a Grand Prix! Vroom vrooms make my heart go brr. Eternally grateful to scuderiaferrari for the invitation. (They don't have to know my favorite driver is on mclaren) 📷: poster of the gp I was supposed to go to 2 years ago scuderriaferrari: 🤨 scuderriaferrari: we're sure you'll be a converted tifosi by Sunday mclaren: yn is our fan 🙏🏻 Oscar and Lando on cloud 9 now f1: Looking forward to (finally) welcoming you! user4: alright y'all is she a Lando or Oscar girlie ynyln: can't I love them both 🥺 user8: great now I gotta watch all the grand prix stuff this week for a glimpse of mother user7: why didn't you go 2 years ago? user8: J*stin that's why ynbff: I know this is so beyond huge for you! You're going to have such a great time!! (liked by ynyln) user4: idk but it's weird she's all happy and stuff right after the end of her relationship with IDK user1: not really? If you look back for the past year they were rarely seen together. He didn't even go to her launch party in London user5: yeah anyone could see they were over long before they announced it. she probably mourned it already

ynyln

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ynyln: Dinner in Monte Carlo. Do I go all in on black or red?

scuderriaferrari: red, obviously landonorris: black charles_leclerc: Red maxverstappen1: Black ynyln: all these blue check marks where are my lil lattes 😩 user2: yn stays forgetting she's the biggest blue check mark user1: not max joining in the mclaren vs ferrari fight for YN mclaren: Papaya 🥺 (but black) scuderiaferrari: go comment on your own guest's posts mclaren: you sent the invite after we mentioned doing it landonorris: do better admin mclaren: We'll get her next time redbullracing: not if we get her first landonorris: if not we're going on strike oscarpiastri: we what landonorris: for legal reasons that was a joke 🙄 oscarpiastri: I quite like the red user3: I love that YN asked opinions on her fit but it's just f1 drivers and admins fighting over her 🍿🍿 (liked by author) ynyln: it's amazing right? no one's fought over me before user3: bffr sabrinacarpenter: love the black but the red slays 🫶🏻 redbullracing: we vote blue mclaren: that's not an option? redbullracing: we still vote blue scuderiaferrari: don't you have an energy drink to go sell user4: came for the pics, stayed for the f1 chaos

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caption: making men wait for selfies before i order food? yes

Y/n and Charles lingered over their wine, and when yn/bff made the signal that they should get going y/n waved her off. Usually she hated social settings, but Charles was so personable and warm that she felt like she was chatting with a longtime friend. "You can go, Pete can get me back to the hotel," she said, glancing to the table in the corner, where Pete and Charles's bodyguards sat. The dining room was private, and she had the feeling that Ferrari had paid to have the restaurant closed to anyone but their small party for the night.

"I will make sure she gets back safely," Charles promised.

Yn/bff relented, excusing herself and leaving. The next several moments YN bid goodnight to the others, smiling sweetly and shaking hands of the Ferrari personnel and members of the team, and finally Carlos, who shared a knowing look with Charles before he left.

"You don't have to stay with me," she said as the waiter came to refill their glasses.

"No, I am having a wonderful time." He smiled, asking the waiter to leave the bottle. "I have wanted to meet you for a long time."

That surprised her. "Really?" she asked, sipping her wine.

He nodded, standing and bringing his glass and the bottle around so he could sit next to her. "I've been a fan of yours since – ah, I'm bad at song titles. The song where it's – I heard that you're settled down. I can't sing, I'm sorry."

She smiled. "Someone Like You?"

"Yes, that one." Charles leaned one arm on the table. "A few of us came to Paris and we were supposed to come backstage after the show, but after what happened…"

"I saw pictures and videos of you and – Lando and Pierre right? I wish I could have met you then – I've been a fan forever, but…" She swallowed hard, glancing down briefly. "I cancelled my post show meetings," she murmured. "It didn't seem right."

"Were you…" He paused, then shook his head. "It is none of my business."

"Was I too upset?" she guessed, taking another sip as the surprised flashed in his eyes. "I suppose I was. You were at the show… Those emotional moments weren't rehearsed."

"I could tell."

"Do you want to know the crazy part?" She didn't know why she was sharing this with him. He was a stranger. Yet she felt so at ease with him. More at ease than she had in a long time, really. "I wasn't crying for him."

"Who were you crying for, chérie?" he asked softly.

"Myself. For the wasted time, the pain I put myself through." Y/n gave her head a little shake. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear about that."

"I want to hear about anything you wish to say."

"Are you always this charming?" she asked.

"I'm not charming. That makes it sound like I'm trying to make you like me. I am just… Me, y/n."

"You. Charles Leclerc, one of the top drivers in formula one."

"And you are just y/n, queen of music."

"I wasn't always."

"Neither was I."

"Touche," she sighed, lightly clinking her glass to his. "But you are charming."

"Perhaps I am just charmed. I am glad you went with the red." His eyes stayed on her as he finished his wine. Then he glanced to the corner, hesitating before facing her again. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?"

She hesitated. She didn't know him. The last thing she needed was some messy disaster of a fling, or to dive into a new relationship. And yet… "Yes," she whispered.

tbc.

#charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc smau #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smau #my writings > cl > smau

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pick-me-up-im-scared · 11 months ago

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Call Me When You Need Me (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Fluff)

Short Summary: When your best friend Ellie has problem sleeping you come over to help her. Like you always do!

Author´s Note: Another random idea I got that I thought would be waaay shorter. It´s not that long, but it's longER than I planned to. Istg, the universe wants me to write +5k fanfics. Everythime I come up with an idea for a blur (cause they're way quicker to write) I end up adding so much to it you can't even call it that. Anyway, hope you'll enjoy just a super cute little story! (I'm the person who tries to fill the "ellie x reader"-tag with stuff that isn't smut. Like I didn't just post two smuts right after each other a week ago.................)

Also! Ellie lives in the same house as Joel in this. Even though I'm well aware she has her own "hut" in the game

Words: 1473

(Pictures aren´t mine! I found them on Pinterest)

The empty streets felt oddly peaceful as you wandered down the oh, so familiar road. Only the streetlights lighting up your path as your sleepy feet stumbled on the sidewalk. It wasn’t unusual to find you walking down these streets at 3 am. You found yourself in this situation a little too often. Not that you complain! When your best friend needs you, she needs you. The crispy night air forced you to cross your arms in order to keep some warmth. Despite being near fall you decided to skip out on a jacket and just go with your outwashed hoodie. Big mistake. But it’s not that bad. Though you’d lie if you´d say you didn’t miss your warm, cozy bed. Just the thought was enough to put a drowsy smile on your face. You continued to kick rocks you stumbled upon on the sidewalk as you, trying to not hit any of the parked cars beside you, cause you know.......karma. Soon you noticed the familiar fence you helped painting white one summer. By the looks of it, it could use a little touch-up. Getting onto the lawn you quickly made your way to the back. The house was completely pitch black apart from one single window on the right corner.

You walked over to the corner of the porch, making sure to sneak a few glances through the dark windows, just to make sure Joel wasn’t up to grab a glass of water or something. But you’re just met with your own reflection in the surprisingly clean windows. You jumped up on the fence that tastefully decorated the porch to reach the edge of the roof. You took a sturdy grip around the aged wood before pushing yourself up the brick plated surface. This was nothing new to you. It was more of a routine. Getting called over to your friends house at least five times a week you kinda start to come up with a few tricks to make your arrival more smooth. Why are you climbing the house like you're a fucking monkey? you may as. The first time Ellie called me over you both thought Joel would be pissed if he knew. So you came up with the brilliant idea, with your life at risk, to climb up from the back. Yes, Ellie tired to prevent you from doing it, but you're too stubborn. She knows that damn well. And yes, you're pretty sure you've got a six-pack from all the times you've pushed your whole body onto the porch roof. But by the morning neither of you considered Joel's daily visit. So when he came to tell Ellie it's breakfast he was sure surprised to see you laying there, holding her. But he wasn't mad.....not at all. And when it was time for you to leave he made sure to throw out "You can take the door next time!". Despite that you continued to take your not-so-convenient way into Ellie's room. You saw it more as a fun thing, and you like to believe Ellie enjoys to too. Even thought she mumbled a "You're so dumb" before giving you a welcome hug.

You carfully got up from your crunched up position, being careful not to strainght out your back too much or you'll probably fall down and break your neck. At this height you could outline more details in the only lit up room, as if you didn’t know it by memory. You noticed the small crack Ellie always made sure to leave every night incase she got the urge that’s currently the reason you’re here. She didn’t want to have to get up and open it when you got there. Also, she’s been very clear that you can come over whenever you feel like it. Day as night. You used your finger to loop around the thick glass and push it up enough to give you the opportunity to get a better grip. You slid the glass into the slit, just enough to squeeze yourself through. The noice made Ellie quickly turn her head from her position on her bed. Just the look of you made her smile. "You came!" she happily exclaimed. You giggled "Of course! You said you had problem sleeping”.

Your beaten up sneakers barely got to touch the floor before Ellie threw herself at you, slamming you into the nearby wall. She continued to hug you, tighten up her grip. You chuckled, "Hey, hey! You shouldn't try to mush me like ground beef. Who´s gonna keep you company then?". Ellie let go off you and took a step back, giving you the chance to get away from the wall. "I'm sure you can take it" she snarky remarked "Weren't you the one who's got a six-pack" she sarcastically asked while slapping her hand against your clothed stomach. "Ow!" you screaked while backing way from her hand. Ellie just chucked before making her way back to her bed, signaling you to take place beside her. You let the strap of your backpack slide down your arms before leaving it by the end of Ellie's bed, to then quickly kick off your lazy tied shoes before crawling up the comfy bed.

You let out a deep sigh as your back hit the mattress, "I´ve told you to just call me whenever you need me". "I know" Ellie mumbled before looking to the side, "But you deserve to sleep too". "I never sleep as good as I do in your bed" you reassured her as. She smiled a little, but she wasn't convinced. She's tried to fall asleep by herself when she has one of these...nights, but it's impossible! There's been times where she hasn't called you even thought she should have. Just cause she feels bad for forcing you out of bed. She never told you this or you'd kill her. She's lost count of all the times you've told her to just call you when she feels down or can't sleep.

You place your hands behind your head, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers Ellie swore she'd get rid off, but hasn't "had the time to". But you swore she was lying. She's always been such a bad liar. But you think it's adorable, so you don´t mind. "I swear I'm getting us a house someday. That way you wouldn't have to call me whenever you have problem sleeping", Ellie smirked at you. "Yeah?" she asked while shooting herself closer to your laying from. "Yep! Then you could just come over to my room" you frowned a little "Or we might share the same bedroom...". You shrug "Or I mean, we're sleeping in the same bed now, so we could save a lot of money if we just get one". Ellie smiled at the thought but soon her face fell a little "How would that work when you bring a girl over?". You shot your head to give her a confused face "What the fuck, Ellie?" you grabbed a pillow from behind you to hit her playfully "I don´t even bring that many girls over!". "Suuure" Ellie playfully rolled her eyes while wearing that shit-eating grin.

You huffed before pushing her back against the bed so you could straddle her. Ellie had to stop herself from blushing at the sudden contact, but she's pretty sure you'd still notice if you weren't busy continuing hitting her with the pillow. You giggle "You play me out to be some type of slut!". She just shrugged "Maybe you are". You huffed once more, louder this time, before getting off Ellie's lap with a defeated look. "Fuck you, Ellie" you mumbled before throwing the pillow at her. She just laughs as she catches it and put it back to its original place. "Should we get to bed now? You know, the reason I'm here?". "Oh!" Ellie quickly adjusted herself "Yeah, that'd be nice". You grabbed the cover that was messily tossed to the side and placed it over you to. "You want me to read you a bed time story?". Ellie laughed "Fuck you, (y/n)". You smirked as you reached over her to turn off the lamp on her beside table. The feeling of your body being pressed against her made it hard for Ellie to focus, but thank god you soon got back to your previous position behind her.

You wrapped your arms around her frame before pulling her into your embrace. Transferring your warmth onto her. “You don’t have to come here every time, you know?” Ellie clarified. “No, I know” you answered “But I want to” you added before burring your face in the nape of her neck, automatically squeeze her torso a little tighter. Ellie couldn’t help but release a relaxed sigh, finally at peace.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #tlou ellie #ellie williams tlou #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us part two #ellie x reader fluff

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coquettesophia · 2 months ago

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I was feeling bored so for you @joydoesathing fans who wanna join the joy-verse by making a genderbend oc here's my lil (unofficial) guide (?)

This is just how I made my characters (The gender bend Taylor Family) so this guide is unofficial, I'm willing to take any tips and tricks!

Disclaimer: this post is going to just mainly assume you don't already have an og tnmn oc from the original game, this is making a 'genderbend' character fully from scratch and when I have the time I will most likely post abt how to genderbend an already existing oc u have.

1. Pick a gender

Considering the game takes place in 1955, it's common for people to either just go by male or female but your oc's gender/pronouns are completely up to you! This is probably way easier for those people who are just gender bending an already existing TNMN oc they have from the og game.

2. Decide on a nationality

Picking a nationality for your characters is important because that can help you form other aspects of your character such as religion, behaviour and even their name. Most of the characters in Joy's au grew up in America but have originated from somewhere else (e.g; The Sverchzt twins being Russian but living in California (before the apartment))

3a. Come up with a (simplified) backstory

Coming up with a backstory can help contribute to a characters personality and behaviour, your first draft of your backstory doesn't have to be super detailed like a Taylor Swift fountain pen song (iykyk). Just keep it simple for now. Questions I like to think about first are:

1. What is your character's family like? (Family are one of the main things that can influence someone's behaviour)

2. Did they face/suffer any kind of abuse? Whether physically, mentally or emotionally (Take Frances and her abusive parents for example, because of the strict boundaries she received, when she finally found 'freedom' it changed a major aspect of her life) was your character bullied or teased at school?

3. What's their financial situation like? Did your character grow up in poverty or were they privileged? How's their financial situation now compared to when they were younger?

3b. Decide on a personality

Deciding on a personality is one of the most important parts of making a character! One of the things I do to help me decide a characters personality is deciding on their MBTI type (explained below)

The first thing I like to decide on an oc's personality is whether or not they are introverted or Extraverted, then I build off of that.

4. Decide on an appearance

You're probably wondering why I made this the fourth step, but for me personally, deciding on a personality/nationality/backstory is what helps me start on the designs for my characters :D! What I notice about Joy's au is that the characters appearances match their personality whilst still representing their original counterpart. For those who are a bit stuck, here's some questions that can help your character design

1. What's their hair length?

2. Do they have freckles? Birthmarks? Scars?

3. What colour are their eyes (random question ik but this question helps me)

4. What's their clothing style (keep in mind the game takes place in the 50s and fashion was different back then)

5. In case you haven't yet, decide on a name.

You're probably wondering why I left this last, and that's because sometimes you don't know what you want to name your oc if you don't already have a basic base of their character. Their name may have already came to you, but that doesn't mean it would happen to everyone else. What I like to do when I can't decide on a name is I go on Pinterest and search up name ideas.

6. Decide on a Job/occupation

There's four ways I look at this

1. Student

If your characters a student, you also gotta consider stuff such as

How are their grades?

Do they find it easy to make friends?

Are their teachers nice to them?

2. Employed

If your character is employed, I usually like to match my characters' jobs to their personality! If your character is good with kids, try make them a teacher, if they can cook/bake rlly good, make them a chef/baker! If they have good leadership skills, make them a boss! It's all up to you :D

3. Housepartner/retired

Uh the name kinda sums it up, but here are some questions to help you out :3

-Do they like staying at home all day?

-How often do they go out? Whether it's to socialise or just to get groceries?

- What do they do around the house most of the time?

4. Agnes /j

Criminal, to sum it up. I don't have any experience in this field so uhhh just search it up....

Things to look out for

- Keep in mind the game still takes place in the 1955s. Things were different back then, r@cism and s3xism were still quite common, so your oc may or may not be affected by it (e.g; Wilma being discriminated for wanting to have a scientific career because she was a woman and the Glenn having to 'stay in line' at work because he knew some people would find any excuse to get him fired/demoted due to his race.)

- Do research. Trust me, it will help. Did your character fight in WW1 or WW2? Was your character Japanese and sent to an internment camp? Was your character bullied as a child for only having one parental figure (shout-out to you Anatolii you're my 2nd fav GB TMMN character)

- again, it was the FIFTIES, fashion was different than it was today. Try doing some research to help you out, I use Pinterest.

- ALSO KEEP IN MIND THERE ARE HUMAN EATING (?) DOPPELGANGERS YALL-

#Soph #tnmn #tnmn genderbend au

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breezy141 · 10 months ago

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INSPIRED - james marriott masterlist

any quotes in this are from pinterest !! i did not come up with any quotes or names of books !!

throwing your head back in annoyance you could not figure out what to write, to say you were currently dealing with writers block was an understatement. every time you thought of something to write, your brain would pick it apart and in the end it sounded absolutely ridiculous.

you were quite a popular author, you wrote books of quotes; some happy, some sad, some lustful, some angry and some romantic ones. you dabbled in full books, but they took more of a creative mind and you didn’t believe you were ready for that level yet.

the series of books was under the name the smell of books, they are the most popular amongst the more young people. people often posted pages on their insta stories, tagging you in them, which helped gain you a little more popularity.

but right now, you were sat at your desk, head thrown back and eyes closed. it was hard being an author, sometimes you will have moments where you are full of creativity and excited to write, other times you dread sitting down with your book and pen as you have nothing to jot down. it was already late at night which was only making you more anxious.

the sound of the door being pushed open startled you a little, turning around you saw your sweet boyfriend. “oh! i’m sorry i didn’t know you were in here, thought you were in bed” smiling to yourself, you shook your head.

“it’s okay, i came to write but i don’t really know what to write. you came to stream?” you asked leaning back in your chair further. he nodded softly, “if that’s alright with you darling, i don’t want to distract you or anything”

“it’s okay, i promise james.” he nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead as he walked by, he sat at his own desk and set up a couple things.

“so, no inspiration at all?” he spoke looking over at you, you shook your head feeling quite annoyed at yourself. you used to be so good in thinking of things on the spot, you loved it but now it was almost like you were running out of fuel.

“i’m sorry angel, i wish i could help; i believe you will figure it out though, you have a creative mind and always find a way” smiling sweetly at him, you thanked him for his kind words and went back to staring into space thinking.

after a while, james began speaking to his twitch chat and reacting to tik toks sent to him. it was funny watching his reaction, but what was even better was watching him laugh at such silly things.

you caught yourself smiling at the fact of him laughing, it was a cute laugh, one that could immediately light up a room. his outgoing and precious personality was so attractive to you, whether it was for a camera or not. he was amazing and extremely perfect to you.

as you watched james many ideas came to you, you picked up your pen and began writing with ease.

“he looks just like a dream, the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen”

“he found his happy in me. like i found mine in him. in us. in this.”

“a may be the writer, but you’ll always be the words”

“home is whenever i’m with you”

“when he calls me pretty i feel like i’m floating”

and many more.

giggling to yourself, you were happy you managed to get more then 2 quotes down. james noticed your sudden happiness and smiled to himself, remembering to ask you about it all once he was done.

you closed up your book and put your pen in the mug james hand painted for you as a random gift one day. stretching your arms above your head, you dragged yourself over to james and gave him a kiss on his cheek before waving him goodbye and dragging yourself further to the bedroom.

you were all cozied up in bed, one of james large t-shirts on paired with some cotton pink pj shorts. otto laid on your stomach giving you your own personal hot water bottle, and a large fluffy blanket was lazily thrown over you. focusing on the book in front of you, you didn’t even realise james had opened the bedroom door and made his way over to the bed.

jumping at his presence, he chuckled a bit. “i noticed you had managed to get a couple things wrote down” he got into something more cozy and had slipped under the blanket with you.

“a couple is a understatement, i got loads wrote down. loads of inspiration too” you placed your book on the bed side table and cuddled up to james, otto soon jumped off of the bed and found his way into his own bed.

“oh yeah? what kind things did you write?” he asked genuinely curious. “hmm, you can’t know yet. just know it was heavily influenced by you” he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“your adorable, i love you” he said kissing you slowly, it was full of love and passion. “i’m proud of you for sticking to your job, instead of giving up like some people do” snuggling closer, you breathed in deeply, breathing in his musky scent. a scent you loved always.

#fluff #fanfic #james marriott #james marriott x reader #james marriott x gn! reader #james marriott x f!reader #youtube #eboys #eboys x reader

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claritys-silly-things · 10 months ago

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It’s my birthday woah

Anyways hcs

- Soda and Johnny dyslexia real?

- (Modern) Soda texts how blitzø does in helluva boss and pony had to translate for Darry a lot

- (Modern-ish to modern) Soda blasts tf outta Bruno mars when the Curtis boys are cleaning, and honestly they vibe with it. Him and twobit are such big Bruno mars fans. Steve hates Bruno mars but brushes it off bc soda likes his music

- (Modern) Rip pony and Johnny you would’ve loved Conan Gray and Mitski

- (Modern) Cherry and Marcia like Sabrina, Olivia, TS, artists like that but also Billie eilish, Renee rapp, and Chappell roan, etc. Cherry and Marcia kiss each other.

- (Modern) Marcia also listens to Midwest emo and shi. Also normal emo music. Johnny aswell.

- (Modern) Ponyboy LOVES tv girl

- (Modern) Sometimes cherry is just in the mood to listen to the most hardcore music ever and you’ll look at her and think she’s vibing to something sweet and girly and she takes her headphones out to hear you talk and it’s just screaming

- (Modern) Cherry and pony actually just have the most random assortment of music in their playlists I’ve decided. They have so many liked songs.

- (Modern) ponyboy would cry if he lost an account to something like Pinterest or Spotify, or just anything he’s had for a long time.

- (Modern) Pony leaves his phone on dnd (do not disturb) constantly. He never got Darry’s texts and Darry was like “dawg wtf” and made pony have it so Darry and soda go through the dnd. Johnny also goes through.

- (Modern) Johnny will just give himself piercings galore and his parents practically never notice because he’s either never at the house or they don’t care enough to perceive their son

- (Modern) Pony and Johnny have matching insta bios. They’re tv girl lyrics.

- (Modern) Ponyboy actually puts effort into choosing and editing pictures he takes, especially if he’s posting them, and even more especially if it’s johnny he’s posting. Johnny will just choose the goofiest possible pictures he has of anyone, ESPECIALLY pony, and post them. He literally has a picture of pony delirious and sick flipping him off as his lock screen

- Twobit taught his sister swear words and every time she says one their mom just glares at twobit

- Pony and johnny have matching earrings on opposite ears

- (Modern) Darry only lets pony get ear lobe piercings, but pony wanted an eyebrow piercing and got johnny to do it and when Darry noticed (immediately, mind you) he was grounded for two weeks. He was able to keep it though bc darry was scared it would get infected or heal weird

These next few I’ve had for a while but they were in another list for some reason?? On accident???? Oops

- Pony and Johnny would LOVE mitski and Conan gray in modern au

- Darry is really good at dancing, and before everything happened with his parents would do dance classes on his free time (which he didn’t have a lot of)

- Dally is aromantic.

Okay that’s it the rest I came up with in the past week

- Pony will draw or paint or whatever on anything around him. Don’t leave him alone with art supplies because one moment he’s painting a picture and the next his hand is painted blue. (me)

- Pony will get marked as rude a lot for not continuing conversations but it’s just because he doesn’t realize he’s supposed to say something back and gets anxiety when he doesn’t know how to continue a conversation (me)

- (Some parts of this are modern) Pony and johnny are like attached to each other. If pony is at his desk reading or drawing or doing schoolwork or smth, Johnny will pull up a chair and either rest his head on his shoulder from behind or hug his shoulders from behind to watch. If Johnny is just chilling on his phone, pony will appear next to him and immediately watch over his shoulder and curl up to Johnny. Johnny’s sleeping at the curtis house that night? You better move to the spare room soda, pony’s gonna sprawl out on the bed and Johnnys right up next to him. Pony hovers a lot around Johnny. It’s an anxiety thing

- (Modern-ish bc reasons I can specify) Pony will sometimes just mess with people’s hair without meaning too. He’s used to being able to fidget with and braid Johnny’s or soda’s hair so when he’s with someone it’s like a habit. He was chilling and yapping with Cherry and Marcia once and just reached for the ends of Cherry’s hair and started braiding. When she asked he was like “oh mb” and she’s like “nah, you’re fine girl” and now they all just do each other’s hair sometimes

- putting this here it’s not a hc but it was GONNA BE until I FORGOT (I am now mad)

- There’s gotta be a reason pony doesn’t like green yall…

- (Modern) pony uses gacha sometimes just to like come up with character designs or if he’s bored, but keeps that shit HIDDEN. if anyone around him (besides maybe Johnny) saw he would NEVER hear the end of it

- Soda likes sweets a lot and has like adhd executive dysfunction which just results in lots of cavities bc it physically pains him to brush his teeth sometimes (so me besides the cavities)

- Two bit kleptomaniac real

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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From the post where you said that the tweels get punishment by sleeping in the couch now i just imagine that darling has two emergency eel plushies for when this happens to cuddle with exactly how you would sleep like with the tweels but instead there is a large eel plush (both being similar colors of their merform the one to remplace Floyd has a :D face with the sharp teeth made of cloth too but the eyes closed in the same droopy way the Jade plush is similar but smiling with the mouth closed :) type way and of course his eyes turned upwards to rub it more in their faces they have the same black hair strand) to let them know that bad eels don't get cuddles now go! >:( I would do this with any other character as well. Also i am curious about what animal do you think that rollo would be best because honestly I have no idea for him yet (Azul also gets his own octopus plush for when he didn't came in his gm outfit)

Gonna leave this just in case: warning maybe? Stuff with plushies

(I haven't checked the don't do when it comes to writing kinks but if you want to be EXTRA attaching a toy to the plushies and riding them maybe even with the door open so they can't excuse themselves with "Oh but what if you get horn-" "Bad eels don't get fuck" will do)

Just a random thought that I got while looking in Pinterest :D

-Cuchito

Omg yes!!! Snuggling with two eel plushies that have similar features while the twins sit in horny jail on the sofa. >_< you can be certain that the moment they’ve finished serving their sentence they’re going to fuck you so good and so hard and make you so silly on their cocks. It’ll be a relief and a revenge all at once. <3

Maybe they even get jealous of the eel plushies if you’re sleeping with them often (or using them for pleasure). Imagine Floyd holding a knife up to one and threatening it as if it’s real and can talk: “I dunno what ya got in ya that’s got Shrimpy all excited, but ya gotta knock it off before I knock you out.” >:( Jade would undo the meticulous stitching on the plush resembling him and take it apart piece by piece if it weren’t for the fact that he knows how much you like it. Neither eel wants to make you sad, even if it’s both annoying and embarrassing to be jealous of a plushie. To think the source of their woe is something so soft and cute as that…

I imagine by the second or third day of being condemned to the couch the eels are considering just apologizing once more and begging to be let back in. Or breaking down your bedroom door. The latter seems better and keeps their pride intact, but then they don’t really care much about pride because they love you and would beg in a heartbeat if you wanted it. They’d get on their knees so easily for you. The eels are so whipped for you. orz anything for their beloved darling. :)

Their happiness is palpable when you finally let them back in. They’re clinging to you and cuddling so sweetly. It lasts for all of three minutes before their hands are wandering and they’re casually discussing what they should do to you with wicked smiles:

“Was awfully mean of Shrimpy to make us wait like this… Hey, Jade, let’s make up for lost time, yeah?”

“A brilliant idea, Floyd. Let’s see how long our little pearl can last. Perhaps three days should be enough to satisfy…”

You’d better not have anything planned for those next three days because they are filled with on and off rounds of sex. It brings the twins inner peace to finally slot inside you and feel your body pressed between theirs. By the end of it, your entire body is covered in bites and bruises.

(As for animal plushies for Rollo, I imagine a goat would be fitting because the City of Flowers loves their community goats and treats them so kindly. :D)

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #cuchito anon

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jumpywhumpywriter · 7 months ago

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Bleed out, Black Out part 1

Warnings: whipping, torture, Whumper beating Whumpee

This one's inspired by a random Pinterest prompt! (My Pinterest username is CatSelfie if anyone would like to follow it -- I post my writing there as well, and the perk of Pinterest is that you can save my pins to boards.)

Whumpee was shaking hard as he frantically mopped at the floor with the mop and bucket, scrubbing at a mess of liquid red on the hardwood. Whumper had left him an hour ago with the order that the room's floor be spotless when he returned. But it was an impossible task, and Whumpee hadn't been given enough time. And also--

Whumpee jumped in terror when the door opened, and Whumper came striding in. His stomach tightened and sank with dread, and he barely managed to choke back a helpless sob.

"Does that look clean to you?" Whumper shook his head in disappointment. "You promised me a clean room and so far you haven't delivered."

Whumpee stared down in dismay at the floor and the dark red that he had been trying so desperately to mop up. The bucket of water was tainted with the blood that was still slowly flowing from the wounds all over his body.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, trembling. "I'm almost done, I promise."

"I suppose I could give you more time..." Whumper sighed and reached out to grip Whumpee's chin, "but then you wouldn't learn, would you?"

Whumpee bit back tears of pain and sorrow. It was a game he could never win, and perhaps that was the cruelest punishment of all. No matter how hard he tried, he would always lose. Always fall short. It wasn't fair, and both Whumpee and Whumper knew it. But Whumper never played fair.

The snap of the whip in the air was the only warning Whumpee got before hard leather tipped with razor-sharp glass shards tore into his shoulder, making him cry out. Fresh blood oozed out of the lash wound, sliding down his arm to drip to the floor and add to the puddle of red he'd failed to clean up.

"Please, Whumper, I--" The whip cracked against the skin of his thigh next, and he went down with a scream, his emaciated body unable to support him any longer against the excruciating agony. He'd already pushed himself too far; there was no energy left to offer. He was already battered and bruised from endless beatings he never expected to survive, each one worse than the last. His body left mangled and broken.

"Look at yourself, Whumpee!" Whumper scolded harshly. "If you would have just done what you were told and cleaned this room, I wouldn't have to waste my precious time punishing you! When did you get so lazy?"

Whumpee wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but he might even be too dehydrated to shed a tear anymore. "I can't, Whumper, I literally ca--" His voice rose into another bloodcurdling shriek as Whumper brought the glass-tipped leather down on his exposed chest, where it ripped several long gashes down his front.

"And when have I ever allowed you to talk back to me?!" Whumper snarled, and aimed a vicious kick at Whumpee's ribs, which protruded from starvation.

Whumpee howled as the toe of his boot connected with vulnerable bone, and he was pretty sure he felt a few ribs crack.

"I think you need to be reminded who to respect here. It's like you forgot everything I've ever taught you!" Whumper drove his boot into Whumpee's stomach next, making him curl up and dry heave. But of course, nothing but a string of bile came out of his mouth; his stomach had gone so long without food there was nothing there to vomit.

Whumpee raised a badly shaking hand in the air in a feeble attempt of showing surrender, begging for mercy. "Whumper, please, you're going to kill m--" a ragged wail escaped him as Whumper swung the handle end of the whip into Whumpee's outstretched hand. Fiery pain exploded in his hand and shot down his whole arm as he snatched it back, holding it to his chest and crying pitifully.

"UGH! You are so USELESS!" Whumper roared angrily. He crouched down and punched Whumpee square in the face with brutal force, making his head snap back and earning another scream from him.

Blood streamed from Whumpee's broken nose and busted lip, as he stared up terrified into the cruel and merciless eyes of his torturer. Spots were starting to darken his vision, and he begged the darkness to take him before he could suffer any longer.

"Please..." Whumpee rasped weakly, though it came out more of a wheezing gurgle.

Whumper scoffed and stood up, storming over to the mop bucket. "You've been here for weeks, Whumpee, I thought you would have learned by now that begging only ticks me off more." He picked up the bucket and dumped the bloody water completely on Whumpee, who didn't even have the energy to scream as the cleaning chemicals worked into his open wounds, burning like fire.

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collapsedglasshouses · 1 year ago

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PLEASE SHUT UP || Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader [Part One]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics

PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST

REQUEST [by @yumikitten]: I'm just gonna keep on this Ruffilo train if everyone is okay with it. Ahem. What if Y/N and Nicholas got into a fight? Something that really made them snap and started yelling at each other, saying things they weren't really meaning? It could also just be something super silly tbh. We've all been there. 😅 But Nick finally gets suuuuper tired of screaming at each other and just kisses her to shut her up, which then leads to makeup sex. 😉 I could see him spitefully telling her at some point that he's gonna have to remember this if it got her to shut up so quickly. 🤣 Please don't feel obligated. 😁 My mind is just going zoom. 💕

A/N: FIRST OF ALL, I'M DEEPLY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I had a severe writers block over the last couple of months and couldn't bring myself to work on requests. As compensation i have decided to make a two-parter out of the request. The setting is a maybe a bit different than expected but I hope you like it anyways! Part Two will hopefully be posted soon! ♡♡♡

WARNINGS: angst, cursing, fear of failure, fighting, small room, ... (let me know if i missed something)

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit (Let me know if you wanna be added to my general taglist!)

Ever since Y/n had been a child, she was surrounded by music. Her dad was the guitarist of a local rock band and her mom had been playing the violin since forever.

She remembered clearly how her mother had told her that one of the first things she did as a child was smash hey tiny little hands onto the piano that stood in the family’s living room.

As Y/n grew older, her taste in music also changed. Even though she had been learning to play the piano since the age of just four, she noticed how her taste shifted from soft and classical music to later pop and then heavier stuff.

Maybe it had been some kind of rebellion in her teenage years, maybe it had been her father’s taste in music that influenced her or maybe it was her first ever boyfriend who introduced her to Bring Me The Horizon, when she was just fourteen. All Y/n knew, was that she soon found herself sucked into the world of metal and metal core.

It was no shock to anyone close to her, when she was hired to play the keyboard in a band called Bad Omens.

She had met Noah through mutual friends while gaming during the pandemic and they soon became close friends. The band had been working on their third album back than and though it sounded more than good when Y/n first listened to it, Noah thought something was missing. That was when Y/n came into the picture. She had delivered them some parts that amazed the boys so much that they offered her a place in the band. She had gladly accepted it.

Since than the band had been thriving. From tours all over the world, making Y/n travel to parts of the world she had only imagined as a child, to streaming records that made her dad jump in excitement, every time she visited her hometown. Everything was going well for the band.

For Y/n in particular though, nothing was well. Nothing had been like she hoped it would be. While she had grown close to three of her bandmates, one seemingly hated her guts without explanation.

At first, Nick and she had gotten along quite well. She remembered nights where they sat outside and chatted about the most random things while seemingly not getting enough of each other’s presence.

But over time, things had changed. First, he started to distance himself to the point where it couldn’t be called anything but avoidance. Soon, the complaining began. He began to roll his eyes when she said something that made the others laugh. He started making snarky side comments every time she did something slightly different in her performance. Nothing Y/n did was good enough in Nick’s eyes and hell did it annoy her.

She couldn’t wrap her head around what she did to him to make him act that way towards her, considering she was the only one that suffered under his behavior. With everyone else, he was an angel on earth. Always sweet and caring.

Even though she missed the time where Nick acted like that with her, she began to mirror his demeanor. She began to criticize him just as much as he did with her. She was so fed up that she even started to loathe the time she needed to spend with him in one room.

Saying that was difficult was an understatement. Everyone noticed how they started to act and soon the mood started to deteriorate because of their behavior.

But the breaking point was only yet to come.

The stage was set, the lights were dimmed, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation. The band was about to kick of another concert on their tour and Y/n could feel the familiar hum of excitement and nervous energy that waved through the packed room. This was nothing new for Y/n, yet tonight was different. There was an additional weight pressing on her tense shoulders – the intense gaze of Nick, whose eyes seemed to bore into her from across the stage.

As Y/N's fingers glided over the keys, she couldn't shake the feeling that every note she played was being criticized. She stole a glance in Nick's direction, only to find his expression unreadable, yet filled with an intensity that made her uneasy. The rhythmic thump of the bass only increased her anxiety, and the once effortless connection she felt with the music began to waver.

In the midst of a song, Nick shot her a look so disapproving, Y/N lost it. She stumbled over a chord, the crooked sound echoing through the venue. Panic set in as she struggled to regain her composure. She knew the crowd hadn’t noticed but for her it was a disaster. For the rest of their set, her heart seemingly jumped out of her chest in a mix of fury and anxiety. Nick's disapproving glares persisted, each one a sharp stab at Y/N's confidence. The usually seamless collaboration between band members now felt like pure pain to Y/n. All she did for the rest of the evening was desperately trying to avoid the heavy judgment of Nick’s eyes.

As their performance ended, Y/n felt empty. Heavy tension lingered in the air when they went backstage to compliment each other on another successful concert, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to feel good. She fucked up bad and only because Nick couldn’t stop with his childish behavior.

After Noah and Jolly comforted her for a second, she came to a stand in front of the bassist. The rest of the guys walked away to calm down, while Y/n’s eyes bore into Nick’s.

Without even thinking, she dragged him into a small room filled with technical stuff.

“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” Nick protested as she closed the door behind them.

“What the fuck I’m doing? Could you tell me what the fuck your problem is, Nick?” She shouted at him, not holding back one bit.

“I did nothing.” He quickly defended himself and wanted to grab the door handle, but Y/n walked between him and the exit.

“Keep your fucking judgement to yourself next time.” She warned him and looked into his blue eyes. The rage that fumed inside of her quickly caught up to him.

“Maybe don’t fuck up your notes next time.” He hissed at her.

In the dimly lit room, Y/N couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. "Nick, you can't just keep brushing off my opinions about fucking everything!"

Nick's eyes flashed with irritation. "Well, maybe if you understood music better, your opinions would matter."

The words hung in the air, heavy with tension, as Y/N shot back, "You know, not everyone worships your bass lines, dickhead!"

“Oh, come on, are we this low now?” Nick mocked her and tried to get out of the room again.

“I’m not letting you get out of this room until you finally tell me what the fuck I did to you, Nick.” She fumed at him, her back now pressed against the door.

As the argument escalated; Y/n trying to get answers, Nick trying to avoid the talk; both felt a surge of anger and hurt. But suddenly, Nick, became quiet, took a step forward, his eyes meeting Y/N's defiant gaze.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” – “What?”

Before Y/n could react, Nick grabbed her face and, with an unexpected intensity, kissed her. Time seemed to stand still as Y/n noticed what was happening. She was confused but at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to push him off her. Her eyes fluttered shut as another feeling entered her.

Need.

A feeling she had been suppressing since the second he became cold towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he pressed her firmly against the door. It was a kiss full of anger, frustration but also passion as Nick devoured her lips. Soon he travelled down to her neck and even though a small Parton her was still furious about his action, she definitely needed him more than anything in this moment. He bit her exposed skin, not caring a single second about the marks he was leaving on her as she whimpered in pure bliss. When she tugged at Nick’s hair, he softly moaned against her neck, signaling her she wasn’t alone with her thoughts.

Right as his hands started to travel down her shirt, she remembered what was going on and grabbed his wrist.

A stunned silence enveloped them, broken only by Y/n’s words as they looked into each other’s eyes. "You can't just kiss me to end an argument!"

Nick looked at her with wide blown pupils. It looked like he tried to find his words, but nothing came out.

“Oh look at you, now you can’t even talk to me anymore.” Y/n mocked him with hate in her voice, before she pushed him away from her. She left the room with agony.

She hated Nick for making this whole thing even more confusing than it already was. But she knew one thing.

This was never happening again…

PART TWO COMING SOON

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sparrowrye · 10 months ago

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A Little Something….

Update + Snippet

Greetings my little devils. Thank you, as always, for being so persistent in your patience with me! I’m hitting quite the writer’s block as I start the transition between DEMI DEMON and a new Alastor x Reader story.

It’s a late Spring cleaning for us! Expect pinned posts to be rewritten, new pinned ones to come out (super excited about some of these), and a few polls about the current or new story.

Part 15: boiling blood is half written and boy is it spicy 🌶️ I’ll update you when I’m close to posting it

As a little gift for your patience, here’s a snippet I wrote awhile back. It was the first part of a random story I had and the inspiration came from these images (at the bottom) on Pinterest - my unhealthy addiction

Enjoy!

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My hands gripped the edges of the stone sink as I sucked in a shaky breath. My legs were ready to give out at any moment. My recent patient nearly died and it had taken nearly all my energy to bring him back from the land of the dead. He was a fighter and his memories alone were enough of suck the very life out of my lungs; memories that were familiar to me.

I splashed my face with the ice cold water before I could trail down that dark path. My bones ached, a migraine pressed at the front of my head, and my throat was horribly dry. I gulped down several mouthfuls of water before looking at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were red and chronic dark circles under my eyes dragged my skin down. I looked half dead, which to be fair, wasn't really far from the truth. I grabbed the small towel and dried my face. I kept it pressed against my eyes, enjoying the only clean and sand-free thing I owned.

When I looked back in the mirror, hoping to see a slight improvement in my features, I noticed a dark figure in the doorway.

I spun, hand extended. A silver blade flew from my sleeve and buried its tip in the stone. I instantly recognized the tall ears, skinny cane, and red coat. His lips pulled back to reveal a yellow-teeth smile. His head remained still as his eyes glanced over at the knife a few inches from his face.

"Was that out of respect or inaccuracy?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I lowered my hand and took two steps back.

"Good to see you haven't lost your touch." His sharp claws tapped his cane one at a time. He brought a hand up to examine the knife still buried three-quarters of the way in the stone. He recognized the art of the handle. "Or my gift."

"Weapons aren't allowed in this settlement," I justified. "It's the only one I have." I mentally kicked myself. I had just admitted to being defenseless.

He grabbed the handle and pried it out of the wall with one swift pull. He examined the blade in his hand, glancing up to look at me briefly through his red hair. Had it gotten darker? "Come, dear," he curled the knife in his hand and turned away, "we have much to discuss."

I clenched my hands into fists at my side. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"We're not going anywhere," he said over his shoulder so nonchalantly, "but it's rude not to entertain a guest. Especially at such a late hour." I followed to the entrance of my room and watched him lean against the wall closest to the stove. "You remember how I like my coffee."

"At such a late hour?" I mocked, taking only a few steps from my room.

"I have business to attend to at the Hive. Traveling at all hours of the day gets us there sooner." His eyes glanced briefly at the stove as an incentive.

I swallowed on nothing. "I'm not going to entertain you after you nearly killed me and Creo when we escaped." The memory of my brother and I trying to make our escape had always burned in the back of my mind.

Alastor gave a fake gasp, still sporting his stupid smile, and put a hand on his chest. "I did not try to kill you..." His smile molded into a smirk. "That was the attempt before your successful one."

"We almost died on that cliff!" I took a daring step forward.

He shrugged and put both hands on his cane, swiveling it around in front of him. He cocked his head to the side. "It did what I wanted. You broke your foot and couldn't attempt it again for weeks."

My voice dropped an octave. "You did more than just break my foot while I was stuck with you."

"May we have this conversation over coffee? I am so very tired and we have much to discuss." He lifted the knife from his cane and spun it once in his fingers, eyes glancing sideways at me. I knew what he was implying.

I pulled in a deep breath then I crossed the room to start the coffee. The embers in the stove were enough for the dry weeds to catch flame. I closed the metal door and brought out the coffee pot. I dropped the powder in and put it on the stone plate over the fire.

"What do you want?" I asked, turning to lean against the adjacent wall so I could have him in my full sights. My arms crossed my chest protectively.

"Tell me about this life of yours." He gestured to the small cave.

"It's simple and perfect. Wouldn't want to ever leave it."

"Why's that? Surely you're bored here."

My heart was beating in my ears now. "I'm not leaving. And neither is Creo."

"Quit being so defensive, my dear." He pushed off the wall and swung his arms dramatically. "We are merely two acquaintances catching up after a seven year parting."

I couldn't abate the nausea that was creeping into my throat. I was so nervous it was making me sick. "Is that we are?"

"You don't believe so?"

"'I am the master and you the servant. Heed my words carefully,'" I repeated the phrase that had haunted me for years.

"I recall saying that within the first year of you joining me," he sounded unfazed. "Our dynamic changed as the years went on."

"Careful, Alastor," I dared to say his name in such a casual manner, "someone might think we're lovers."

He closed his eyes with a soft chuckle. Being lovers had been insinuated by the warriors after my first two years with him. He had always kept me at his side and put aside time to find ways to enhance my magic or my vision seeking. It had never been anything more than rumors. Eventually they were silenced when Husker, the captain, earned enough credit among the ranks for them to believe him when he said Alastor and I were master and student, not lovers.

When Alastor opened his eyes again they were already looking at me. "I must say, I do enjoy seeing this new you. Not as timid and afraid as you once were." It took him three steps to cross the small kitchen and stand an inch from me. He towered above me like he always had, making me shrink under his daunting shadow.

"W-well, I've grown," I replied. "Seven years can do a lot for someone." I leaned against the poorly melded counter, nails scraping the stone on either side of my hip. His familiar, overpowering scent of smoke and incest filled my nose. It made the world kilter to one side.

"Indeed it does. Perhaps you will hear me out then." He leaned down so our faces were inches apart. My back was hurting from bending it so far over the counter in an attempt to keep the distance. I casted my eyes down at my hands on the edge of the counter, at my shirt, at anything other than him.

A blade snapped up in my vision. I let out a gasp as the edge barely caught my nose. Cold claws grabbed my wrist and wrenched it off the counter. His red, beady eyes stared back at me, focusing less on the knife and more on my eyes. It was hard to breathe.

The knife dropped into the palm of my hand and I flinched. My eyes darted down to the weapon as he gradually moved closer, red hair brushing against my cheek. What was he going to do? I've seen him rip someone's ear off before. Nothing but red filled my vision as he pressed me further into the counter. His breath was hot on my ear.

"The coffee is boiling."

He abruptly straightened up and took a single step back. I sucked in fresh air, eyes jumping from him to the kettle. The sight of the brown liquid spilling on the hot stone pulled me out of my daze. I grabbed the pot and put it on a single plate full of cold sand to keep it from toppling over. I slipped the knife into my sleeve holster and brushed past him to grab a mug, careful not to actually touch him. I drew in another deep breath.

The kitchenware was stored in a cabinet further from the stove, also dug into the rock. We had only two mugs - for two people. They were probably the finest, straightest thing we owned. They were a cool, maroon color and had a wide base.

I grabbed the two mugs and poured a full cup in one and half in the other. I made sure to use the non-chipped mug for him. When I turned to hand it to him, he had already seated himself at the living room table. His legs were folded neatly under him and his staff resting not too far. I hated when he moved silently - it was unsettling.

Biting the inside of my lip, I passed over to the carpeted area and placed the mug in front of him. His eyes examined the simple mug before bringing it to his lips, taking a long inhale of the steam. His eyes flicked up to mine as I pretended to take a sip of my own cup.

"Your taste in coffee has sweetened," he remarked into the mug, finally tasting it.

"Creo doesn't like the dark brand you drink."

"But you do."

"Not anymore." I placed the warm mug on the table and leaned on my elbows. I pressed my hands against the hog mug in an effort to keep myself from fidgeting.

"Your elbows, dear," he corrected.

I had half the mind to ignore him but the last thing I needed was to give him a reason to be angry or annoyed. The uneasy feeling in my stomach grew as I pulled my elbows off the table and tapped a finger against the clay cup.

"Why are you here?"

"I told you," he glanced at me briefly over the rim of the mug, "I have an audience with Lucifer in the Hive."

"No. Why are you here? It's not like you to be away from the front lines and when you do you're quick to get back. So why bother stopping in a small, unimportant village?"

His smile quirked to the side. He placed the mug down, using his pinky finger to keep it from hitting the table too hard, mostly out of sheer habit since the table was covered in rugs and wool.

"Perceptive, as always." He placed his hands in his lap, back straight and manners reigned in perfectly. "Well, my dear, I had a vision of this very conversation. I planned my route to the Hive and stopped only at the nearest villages that I knew had their residents living in stone."

A vision. How developed was that skill, now? He had them quite often when I was with him but now it's been seven years. Surely he developed that skill exponentially. Is that why he hadn't flinched when I threw my knife?

"Most villages live in stone," I said, unsure of what to say.

"Not anymore, my dear. They have no need to be with the Humans securely behind Sharptooth's pass."

"Then why look for me? Why waste your time going to villages to find me? Surely you've already found a replacement healer for your army. That wouldn't be very smart of you if you hadn't."

"Indeed I did." He lifted the mug to drink again. He must be pretty tired if he's drinking sweet coffee.

"So then why are you here talking to me?" I asked again. He took his time, eyes closed as he drank the thick coffee, and let the silence hold over our heads. I could remember how uncomfortable it once made me when he created prolonged silence. I felt it creeping back into my bones, struggling to shove it down and stare at him until he was ready to speak again.

Finally he lowered the mug. His claws stayed wrapped around the handle as he placed it on the table. "I had not intended for you to stay away for so long. My spy's past caught up to him and died on his mission to follow you. I intend to bring you back."

There it is. I knew what he wanted but hearing him say it still hit me like a train. My hands pressed into the mug so hard that I worried it might crack and shatter. Fear gripped my shoulders and held my spine in place. His eyes stayed firmly locked with mine as I struggled to find my words. I had to pry my eyes away from his and stare down at the dark liquid.

But did he say...

He had let me stay away? Did that mean he had let me escape on purpose? How long was he planning to let me try to make a life on my own before roping me back in? Who had been the spy?

"I will not be going back with you," I said slowly. It felt like I was standing in the center of a metal rabbit trap, the claws ready to snap up and decapitate me. "I fought tooth and nail for this life, for Creo. You won't take it from us."

He let out a sigh, his smile still pressed in his cheeks. "Is it really one you wish to risk your safety, your brother's safety, over?"

"Yes."

"Why?" He tilted his head so his ears waved. He lifted the mug to his lips again, eyes never once leaving mine. He sounded genuinely interested in my answer.

My palms turned up to the ceiling, mouth moving but no words coming out. How could he be serious? My life was hell with him and his army. He knew how to twist my thoughts around so I went the other route. "Creo's life isn't being threatened. He's not at risk for dying from a Human attack. And he's not being influenced by the tough, respect-less army lifestyle.”

"You view it as respect-less?" He sounded surprised, curious even, at the term.

"Among each other," I revised, "I don't want him adopting their behavior." My back was starting to hurt.

"He is not six years old anymore," he lowered the mug just enough to say his part, "he's now, what, fourteen?”

"Sixteen," I answered. "Still an impressionable age."

"Most people his age have their occupation or are married. It appears he has found his occupation." He glanced around at the various gadgets and inventions littering the place.

"He's finishing his childhood since he didn't have one."

"He's a man, my dear, no longer a boy."

"My answer is no. We are not coming with you."

He placed the mug down. "Then leave him. I only need you."

"We don't separate."

He broke his manners by placing his elbow on the table and leaning his chin on the back of his hand. "You realize you are the one who makes these things difficult? I am not to blame anymore."

"We are not going with you," I punctuated each word. "You will have to drag me by my teeth." Even as I said it, I wish I hadn't. I knew he would do it if it came to that. He wasn't above anything.

"How unfortunate." He grabbed his staff and stood. I was faster, on my feet in an instant and ready for him to do something dangerous. "You've lost your good manners in my absence."

He looked to the front door as two men burst through it, dragging Creo's hissing form. They were dressed in red and both held a struggling arm. One of them had a tight grip on the back of his neck. Creo dug his feet into the ground and tried to wrench himself free.

The men forced him onto his knees and the one man pulled on his hair so he was forced to look up at Alastor. The Demon took a single stride to stand above him. "My my, you've grown quite a lot," he crossed his arms and leaned heavily on his red cane, "You were barely past my knees last I saw you. Do you remember me?"

"Should I?" Creo hissed when the man pulled tighter on his hair.

"Indeed. That burn mark on the back of your neck is my crest." He reached a single claw around to press on the spot under his long hair. Creo's eyes fell to me. "You belong to me."

"He doesn't know how to fight like your warriors," I said, voice echoing too loudly off the walls. Alastor straightened up and turned his head just enough to look at me out the corner of his eye. "He has no use for your army."

"No use? I see a bright mind eager to explore his skills and limitations." He looked at the random metal objects and inventions lying around the cave. "I could easily provide materials and guidance to a gifted inventor."

"Neither of us are going with you." It didn't sound as firm as I wanted.

His eyes found mine. "I am gracing you with one more opportunity, meerkat," he used the condescending nickname. "Return with me willingly and I ensure Creo stays out of my ranks and out of harm's way. If I have to...drag you back by your teeth...he will remain on the front lines." He leaned his cane sideways and watched, waited, for my answer.

Why hadn't I received a vision about this? I had lost touch with that skill since leaving Alastor but surely my mind would've predicted this? Would've saved me? Yet I had no vision. I was standing before Alastor and about to determine how my life, and Creo's, would go. Why could I never keep either of us safe? Why was it so hard to keep our lives secure? To give us a normal life?

Alastor was uprooting us. We had found a place to let our roots grow but he was pulling us up as if the soil had been sand this whole time. He was taking us away from a shady, moist area and placing us in a plant pot in the middle of the desert.

I didn't know how to feel. I was at a complete loss. My heart felt like it had been wrenched out. I had believed wholeheartedly that I had managed to evade him, to finally outsmart him and hide away. Our city was far from the front lines and he had no reason to be so far back into Duner territory. It was thanks to his audience with the King that he had found me.

"What do you say, my dear?" He stepped closer and the sound of his cane tapping the stone sounded like a key locking the cage door.

There was no debate. Alastor had spent half his life fighting, meaning I wouldn't be able to beat him in a one on one fight. Even if I had a chance, I didn't want to bank Creo's safety on it. If I fought Alastor and lost, he would put Creo on the front lines. I may never see him again. I lowered my head, staring at the tip of his black boots.

"Okay."

"What was that?" He took another step forward. It felt like the corners of the room were darkening.

"I will go with you."

He stepped closer still, claw coming up to push my chin up. His red face was clouding my entire vision and his canine teeth poked out of his lips in an ugly smirk.

"Willingly?" he pressed.

"Yes," I clenched my teeth in a snarl but it was far from one. He raised his eyebrows and examined my face with half lidded, knowing eyes. My lips closed over my teeth. "Yes, Alastor."

He hummed in satisfaction. "Come dear, show me that lovely smile. You know you're never fully dressed without one!"

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor

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f4rtnite · 4 months ago

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New Year's Already?

Bkdk fanfic originally posted on ao3

Part 1/2

Summary: Bakugou only made one New Year's resolution, but it was already Christmas and he was nowhere near completing it. With only six days left in the year, would he be able to accomplish it in time or will it be too late?

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It was 8 am on Christmas morning when Bakugou had woken up from his alarm clock. If it had been any other Christmas morning, Bakugou would’ve felt an abundance of joy and energy as he ran down the stairs to see the presents that his parents left him under the tree. However this morning, Bakugou woke up in his UA dorm room feeling more glum than ever. Bakugou only had one thing on his Christmas list, but he knew that no matter what, not even the fat man with magic, could give Bakugou what he truly wanted. Because of this, when some of his classmates came up with the idea of doing Secret Santa, Bakugou was completely against it. It wasn’t because he was a Scrooge who hated fun, he just couldn’t think of a gift to ask for. Unfortunately for him, thanks to majority rule, the gift exchange ended up happening after all, and Bakugou had to think of something random to put on a wish list.

Bakugou sat up from his bed and turned his alarm off. He let out a yawn as he rubbed his eyes to try to feel more awake. After a few minutes, he managed to get out of his bed and put his slippers on. He crouched under his bed and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift that had a fabric bow on the top and on the tag it read, “To Izuku.” Bakugou worked hard to make sure that the presentation of his gift was perfect. He took inspiration from Pinterest and watched a lot of YouTube videos to make sure everything was as good as it could possibly be. He even practiced his handwriting several times before actually writing Izuku’s name on it.

Bakugou carefully grabbed the gift and walked out of his dorm room down to the commons. He placed the gift under the Christmas tree that the whole class had decorated together. He looked at the gifts and noticed that almost everyone had already placed their presents under the tree. Usually, Bakugou would be curious to see what he got, but despite seeing the gift that had his name on it, he would have cared less to even take a peek at it. Once the gift was under the tree, Bakugou took himself back to his dorm room, as he still had a few hours to spare before it was time for everyone to meet and open presents.

Once Bakugou was back in his room, he laid down on his bed, pulled out his phone, and scrolled through TikTok to try and cheer himself up. Thirty minutes had passed and Bakugou was only feeling worse and worse. Bakugou's for you page was usually filled with random videos, usually of cute cats. Cat videos usually cheered him up but when he saw a video of two cats being cute with each other captioned “us,” he became angry. He never thought a video of cats being loving would make him so angry. Out of pure frustration, he threw his phone across his room, which made a loud noise as it hit his wall. He sat in silence for a moment until he heard the voice of two students in the hall outside of his room.

“Deku aren't you excited? It's Christmas!" Uraraka was filled with joy as she skipped through the halls with Midoriya following right behind her.

“I’ve never seen you this thrilled before, you must really like Christmas.” Midoriya was speed walking in order to keep up with Uraraka’s fast pace.

“Christmas always makes me feel happy especially when I'm around the people I love. Even though I'm not with my parents right now I still get to be here with you.” Uraraka had stopped skipping through the halls. Without her realizing it, she had stopped right in front of Bakugou’s room.

“Yeah, I guess that does make it more special…” Midoriya smiled.

“And I'm so excited to see what I got! Last year my parents got me a brand new pair of shoes and I was so happy. It was my first pair since forever that wasn't thrifted” Uraraka pointed down at the white shoes that she was wearing.

“Now come on Deku let's be the first ones in the Commons before everyone else gets there!”

“Uraraka we still have almost another hour, are you sure you want to go now?" Midoriya yawned as he was still sleepy, and his face showed it.

“Who cares, it's Christmas!"

Bakugou had heard every word of the other two’s conversation, and he felt his heart sank. The amount of joy that was audibly heard from Midoriya and Uraraka made Bakugou’s day go from bad, to worse.

“What the hell was I thinking?! I never stood a chance…" Bakugou felt tears forming in his eyes.

“This holiday is so stupid!” He stood up from his bed, grabbed his pillow, and threw it across his room.

He went up to his desk and kicked his chair to the ground. With the chair out of his way, he slammed both his first into his desk as he activated his quirk, turning the papers that were on his desk into ash. He tried to hold back his tears but once he let a single tear drop, he couldn't stop the rest. He only cried for a minute before he was able to snap himself out of it. He convinced himself that it was stupid to cry about something that he knew was going to happen eventually. It was obvious that Midoriya and Uraraka had chemistry and that they were going to end up together, even if he tried not to see it.

“If only I had brown hair, if only I were a girl… Maybe I’d at least have a chance…” He picked up his chair from the ground, slammed it back down, and kicked it.

“Damnit, I’m acting like an idiot. I need to sleep this off.” He laid down on his bed and reached out for his pillow, only to remember that it was on the other side of the room. He decided to sleep without it, as he was already relaxed and comfortable. It only took a few minutes for Bakugou to fall asleep, as he was exhausted from the meltdown he had just had. He shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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After eight years of saving every single penny that he had, Bakugou was ready to buy the perfect hero costume for Izuku. He had sketched out the design over a hundred times, determined to make it the best it can be and finally, the time had come. The case that held the costume was in Bakugou’s hands and now all he had to do was give it to the person he loved the most. Bakugou had rehearsed this day over and over again, countless times in his mind. He was going to gift the suit to Midoriya, they’ll form an agency together, and they will be with each other for the rest of their lives.

“So Izuku do you like the suit?”

“Wow, I mean, I can’t believe you did all of this for me…”

“Now that you have this, you can be a hero again. We can start an agency together, just like what we always dreamed of!”

“Kacchan, I really do appreciate all of this but, I don’t want to join your agency.”

“W-what..?” For Bakugou, time felt like it had abruptly stopped. The world around him became distorted, and nothing felt real.

“Well, Katsuki, we’re not kids anymore. Not only that, but I don’t have the time to be a hero. I’ve got a full-time job as a teacher, I have a wife and a child to take care of. I just really can’t be a hero now.”

“R-right that does make sense. I mean it only was a suggestion.” Bakugou felt himself fall apart. His whole world had been shattered and there was nothing he could do about it. If only he had been brave enough to ask Midoriya out when they were young. If only he didn’t crumble up his New Year’s resolution, which was to finally go out on a date with Midoriya. Bakugou heard a loud banging noise surround him that only grew louder.

“It’s alright Katsuki, you still have a different gift to give me today.” Midoriya crouched down and said to Bakugou, who was currently lying on the floor.

“What are you talking about? This suit was the only gift I had.”

“Did you already forget about Christmas? Wake up”

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“Kacchan wake up! We’re all waiting on you!” Midoriya shouted as he aggressively banged on Bakugou’s door.

Bakugou woke up suddenly, his body was sweaty and his breathing was heavy. He looked at his alarm clock and noticed the time.

“Shit, it’s already ten o'clock. I’m supposed to be in the commons!” Bakugou quickly got up and opened his door, only to be jumpscared by Midoriya, who was still standing outside his door.

“I’m surprised you slept in Kacchan, especially on Christmas.”

“You damn nerd why’d you have to knock on my door so damn loudly?”

“Someone’s cranky this morning.” Midoriya chuckled

“Shut up and get out of my way!” Bakugou pushed Midoriya to the side and walked to the commons.

All of class 1A was now gathered in the commons and were ready to celebrate Christmas together. All the girls had cute Christmas pajamas, with each girl matching in duos. Kaminari had bought Santa hats for all the guys to wear and passed them out to each of them. Jirou was the one in charge and leading the Christmas party since most of this was her idea to begin with.

“Alright so now that we finally have everyone here, we can start our Secret Santa gift exchange!” Jirou said as she smiled.

“Okay, guys so this is how we're going to do this. I’ll start off by giving my gift to the person I got, and then the person who received the gift will be the next person to hand out their gift.” Jirou walked up to the Christmas tree and grabbed her gift. Once the gift was in her hands, she handed it to Bakugou.

“Merry Christmas Bakugou. I was your secret Santa.” She handed the gift to Bakugou

Bakugou grabbed the gift and admired how nice it was wrapped. The Christmas spirit was starting to come back in him, and he enthusiastically opened the present.

“Holy shit!” Bakugou was extremely surprised with the gift he had received, and so was everyone else.

“Were those not the ones you wanted?” Jirou looked away shyly as she felt a wave of embarrassment flush over her.

“Are you kidding?! I didn’t think you would get me such an expensive pair of headphones! I was just expecting something cheap from the convenience store!” Bakugou held up the box which contained the pair of Apple Airpod Max headphones.

“I don’t understand what everyone is freaking out about. Aren’t those only 80,000 yen?” Momo said as she sipped her tea.

“80,000?! I think I might die just from being close to something that pricy!” Uraraka dramatically collapsed to the floor.

“Yeah, what happened to the agreed budget of 8,000 yen?!” Mineta yelled.

“Guys calm down. You guys do know that I get a bunch of PR for this type of stuff right? It’s not like I eventually went over the budget. Those were a brand new pair that was given to me and I knew it would just be perfect for Bakugou.” Jirou said

“Alright, can we just move on already?!” Bakugou yelled

“Yeah, Bakugou’s right, let us move on from this” Jirou said as she was visibly flustered.

Bakugou stood up and grabbed his gift for Midoriya. He walked up to him, and despite his cold face, he was tremendously nervous to hand his gift to him.

“Merry Christmas you damn nerd.” Bakugou looked away from Midoriya as he handed him his gift.

“Wow Kacchan, just the wrapping alone looks incredible!” Midoriya began to awkwardly analyze the wrapping alone as he was muttering to himself.

“Deku stop being weird and just open the damn gift already!” Bakugou yelled

“Sorry Kacchan!” Midoriya pulled the fabric, untying the perfect bow. Then, he carefully tore apart the paper. The gift was inside a taped-up box that he struggled to open for a minute before eventually having it open, revealing what was inside.

“An All Might squishmallow! This is exactly what I wanted!” Midoriya’s face lit up with joy as he aggressively hugged the squishmellow. “Thank you so much Kacchan!”

“Yeah, whatever. It was nothing.” Bakugou sat on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees. He did his best to cover up his blushing face and luckily, nobody noticed.

“Now Midoriya go grab the gift you brought,” Jirou said

“Right!” Midoriya stood up and grabbed his present, which was in a gift bag.

“Here you go Uraraka. This one is for you.” Midoriya handed her the bag.

When Bakugou saw who Midoriya was giving his gift, he felt his blood boil. Out of all the people Midoriya could have gotten, of course, it had to be her. Bakugou didn’t even want to see what he got her, so he stood up and went to the bathroom.

“I saw that on your list you said that you’d be okay with receiving anything, so I made sure that what I got you was something very special,” Midoriya said as he watched Uraraka open her gift.

Uraraka pulled her gift out of the bag and what she saw, made her want to cry. “Oh my gosh Midoriya, this is the greatest gift ever.” tears started to form in her eyes as she held up the gift. Midoriya had gotten her a teal juicy couture jacket and a pair of low-rise jean shorts which seemed like a cute gift at a glance, but Uraraka knew the true meaning behind it.

Midoriya leaned in close and whispered into Uraraka’s ear, “Check the pocket”

Uraraka put her hand into the pocket of the jacket and pulled out a note.

“Dear Ochako,

Sorry I couldn't spend Christmas with you. Shigaraki said it would be a bad idea to break into UA even though I have both yours and Izuku’s blood It would make it super easy to get in, but, it’s the boss's orders after all so I’m stuck in our hideout for now.

Anyway, I was at the mall a few weeks ago when I ran into Izuku. Obviously, I started following him around just to see what he was up to, and that’s when I found out he was shopping for you.

I approached him and he started freaking out, his face was so cute, and I told him that I knew the perfect gift he could get for you.

Remember how the last time the League attacked, we got a chance to talk? I told you that I’d buy you a super cute outfit one day and that maybe we’ll even match. So I told him to get you the Juicy jacket, and I also got one myself. Mine is baby pink. As much as I wanted to get you a skirt, I knew you preferred shorts so I told Izuku to get you those while I got myself a cute skirt.

That’s also when I found out that you were telling Izuku about everything we’ve done together such as sneaking away from the battlefield just to have some girl time together. I thought you wanted to keep things secretive but I don’t mind, I like Izuku as well you know.

There’s so much I still want to say to you but Izuku is forcing me to hurry up and finish the letter since he doesn’t want to be seen out in public with me, so lame. Just know that the next time I see you, I want to see you wearing this adorable new outfit, okay?

Bye-bye, for now, I love you

Himiko Toga”

By the time Uraraka was done reading the letter, Bakugou had come out of the bathroom and was back in the commons.

“Wow, Midoriya you’re so romantic” Ashido teased, “So how much longer are you guys going to pretend that you aren’t dating?” She giggled

“No no no you’ve got the wrong idea, really! It’s nothing like that at all!” Midoriya exclaimed nervously.

“C’mon Midoriya you can admit it, we won't be jealous,” Kaminari said to Midoriya as he gave him a nudge on the shoulder.

“No guys seriously we're not dating,” Uraraka said, sounding more serious.

Bakugou just watched as the teasing went on. He thought that he would've been in the bathroom long enough for the rest of the class to move in already. Unfortunately, he was there to witness what was basically a confirmation of Midoriya and Uraraka being a couple.

“Alright let's move on. Nobody cares if they're dating or not." As Bakugou spoke, there was a huge shift in the atmosphere.

“Yeah, Bakugou’s right. Uraraka you should pass out your gift” Jirou continued on with the activity.

Once Secret Santa was over, the class stayed together for about another hour before going off to do their own thing for Christmas.

Now that things had settled down, Bakugou used this as his opportunity to talk to Midoriya and Uraraka properly. He wanted to hear from them directly that they were officially a couple.

The two were sitting down on the couch chatting when Bakugou approached them. Midoriya had his arms wrapped around his All Might Squishmallow since he hadn't let it go since he first got it. It did cheer up Bakugou’s soul slightly when he saw how much Midoriya appreciated his gift.

“So, you two are a couple?" Bakugou said as he tried to sound like he didn't care.

“Kacchan it's really not like that we're just friends”

As Midoriya spoke, Uraraka nodded her head quickly in agreement.

“You guys keep saying that but with the way you've been acting, it's becoming really hard to believe” Bakugou had his arms crossed.

Uraraka let out a sigh, "I can prove to you that we're not, but you also have to promise me that you can keep a secret."

“Sure. So now how are you going to prove it to me?”

Uraraka handed him the note from Toga. “I'm only allowing you to read this because Deku told me that you were good with secrets and that surprisingly you're a very understanding person."

“The reason why we've seemed so close recently is because I'm the only one who knows the truth,” Midoriya said as Bakugou read the note.

“So you guys have been working with the villains?!" Bakugou yelled

Midoriya quickly put his hands over Bakugou's mouth. “Don’t be so loud Kacchan! And no we’re not working for Toga. We only interact with her when she attacks and the moment comes we’re still going to turn her in,” Midoriya whispered.

“Okay well if I’m gonna be honest, I don’t care about what you guys have going on with Toga. As long as you two aren’t dating!” Bakugou handed the letter back to Uraraka as he yelled.

“Bakugou be careful with that!” Uraraka grabbed the note carefully and put it in her pocket.

“Well, I guess now would be a good time for me to leave. I promised my mom that I’d go visit her for Christmas and she’ll be mad at me if I show up late,” Midoriya said awkwardly.

“Bye Deku,” Uraraka and Bakugou said unanumusly.

Now with Midoriya gone, Bakugou had stared intensely at Uraraka, scaring her.

“You’re sure there’s so funny business going on between you two?” Bakugou was close too Uraraka’s personal space as he had completely towered over her.

“No Bakugou nothing is going on! How many times do I have to tell you? Why do you always get so upset anytime me and Deku are hanging out? Do I bother you that much?” Uraraka wrapped her arms around herself and looked down to the ground.

“No round face that’s not it. As corny as this may sound it’s not you it’s me,” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She had a puzzled look on her face.

“If you can trust me with your secret, then I’ll trust you with mine. But I swear to God if you spread around what I’m about to tell you, you will die!” He held his fist up to her as a threat.

“Okay I understand! You don’t need to be so scarry about it!” Uraraka brought her voice down to a whisper, “So what’s this big secret?”

Bakugou took a deep breath and looked away from Uraraka, “I have a crush on Izuku, and I’ve liked him for a while now. I told myself at the start of this year that I would eventually confess to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Now the year’s practically over and I failed. I’m gonna be alone forever.”

“Hey don’t be so negative about it. You still have six more days in the year. There’s still time.” Uraraka tried to cheer up Bakugou.

“You don’t get it round face! Even if I did confess I’d still get rejected. Midoriya doesn’t like boys and even if he did, he would never like me. Not after everything I’ve done to him.” Bakugou’s voice was soft as he was having a hard time voicing his feelings.

“I’m sure things will be fine. I might not be the best person to take love advice from but if there’s one thing I know about Deku is that you are the most important person to him. He cares about you so much and would do anything for you.”

Bakugou smiled, “He does always follow me around”

“There you go that’s the spirit. You’ve just gotta go for it Bakugou!” Uraraka had jumped up with excitement and accidentally made herself and Bakugou float.

“Round face put me down right now!”

“Sorry Bakugou!” Uraraka released the two of them and they both landed on the couch.

Christmas went on and Bakugou ended up visiting his family for the rest of the day. It wasn’t until around nine pm that he and his classmates started returning back to the dorms. Bakugou was the first one back and he wanted to try out his new Christmas presents. He opened up the headphones that Jirou got him and connected them to his phone. ected them to his phone. After a long day of many mixed emotions, he need to unwind with some tunes.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bkdk #mha bkdk #bnha bkdk #bkdk fic #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka

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aziracrowwstann · 7 months ago

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My love for the show

I've seen that video of Sendarya saying that we should share as much go content as possible so, I'm going to talk about my love for the show.

I've discovered it in February of 2024 but I've known about it since july 2023 with the season 2 airing and my social media spaming me with good omens content. I remember that I didn't even watch the show and yet I cried at every silly video and talked everyone's ears off about 2 characters from a random show that kinda break up but not really. I knew the dialogs, the costumes and the music of Tory Amos but not much else.

So like I said, I discovered it in January and I loved it. But it wasn't like now, an obsession (or a brain rot like some of you call it), no, I simply really liked it and watched a few times the last episode because, apparently, I'm a masochist. But that was it. Didn't really think about often or anything.

Until one day in june where I was bored out of my mind and wondered what to do. Good omens came into my head and I thought 'yeah, there's a show that I enjoyed' and I watched it and a facination was created. I watched the entirety of the show in one go but it wasn't enough. So I clicked on YouTube and I watched all the animatics there was (and I truly mean ALL if them). Then there was Sendarya's videos that I also all watched with immense pleasure. Then I switched to Pinterest and I admired hundreds and hundreds of art and Tumblr posts. I remember, during a weekend, evey night in a row I got lost in go content and saw the sun rising and thought 'oh fck'. Then, you guess it, I joined Tumblr and I discovered Archive of Our Own and good lord how happy I am that I did. Anyway, you kinda get it, I ate Good Omens content on every media possible and I'm fucking happy about it.

Now, I'm still as obssessed with the show as the first day, but 4 months later. I know the dialogues by heart, cry everytime at the final 15, know a LOT of theories and even made one of my own. This TV show has helped me so much with my creativity too. It got me back into writing, drawing after an intense art block, reading and now, instead of doom scrolling on Instagram every time I'm bored, I read. I theorise. I imagine. And I'm eternally grateful for that.

Now, I know that the production of Season 3 isn't my decision, I hope and I pray that we will be able to have it because, it would absolutely destroy this little bubble I've created to know that we won't ever see the end of the show. Please don't let us without our safe place, our way to feel a fraction better when we aren't okay, with all the love and connection we created with other people because of the show.

#good-omens #save good omens #good omens season 3 #I'm ineffebly obsessed #sendarya

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eulaliasims · 1 year ago

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Get to know you: Sims Style

Ty for the tag @executables-sims. ^^

What’s your favorite Sims death?

idk this time, whoops. I haven't had a sim die in my game except by old age for a while. 🤔

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Both? Is that an option? Both. Really, I like aspects of both and so I blend both in my game. Alpha hair and clay hair, maxis match objects and realistic objects, whatever, if it fits in my game I'll use it.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

I used the SimBlender to change some of the models fit states on my last download post; otherwise, no.

Do you move objects?

I move so many objects, baby 😎

Favorite Mod?

My enormous hacks folder makes this hard to answer, lol. I'll shout out Epi's Baby Personality mod, b/c finally I'm getting some sims with more than 0 to 1 nice points born in Middleground again.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

It was Pets. Because I've always been an animal lover and it came out right after I started playing.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

It's still LIV mode and I'll still die on this hill.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Made? Idk, I don't often make sims to play (I think I picked Jackie from Far Valley last time), so I'll show you my favorite born in-game sim!

is anyone surprised (if you're new here, that's Clara Blanch)

Have you made a simself?

Yeah, but she no longer exists in my sim bin and no one gets to see her.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Black? I guess? Idk, I don't really have a favorite hair color.

Favorite EA hair?

Hmm, I don't remember what I answered last time I did this one. I think the little half-up ponytail from Seasons.

Favorite life stage?

Is it a cop-out if I say everything besides the infant stage? (Does that one even count? They're basically potatoes.) Playing this hood for so long, I've come to enjoy playing sims through each of their life stages. Toddler and kid are cute; teen stage is fun because I get to explore their personality and interests more, and ofc there's budding romances for sims who are into that; adult stage, I get to build their lives and see what their own family turns out like; and elders in my game usually get to relax and savor things once they retire, and spend a lot of time with their family and friends and hobbies, which can be a nice change of pace.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

insert both is good gif from @executables-sims's post here

Are you a CC creator?

Sometimes!

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Yeah, though the concept of a sim squad is so funny to me for some reason.

Do you have any sims merch?

Nope

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Nooooope. I like to watch some simmers, especially speedbuilds (shout out to @kayleigh-83 and @nervosims for their great speedbuild vids!), but no one would enjoy me flitting back and forth between seven different things at once, lmao

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Play style or aesthetic style? They've both changed over time. Gameplay wise, I really only stick with Middleground and my rotational play now, whereas I used to start (and abandon) a lot of legacies, tried at least one BACC, just random sims that were fun to play. Aesthetically... hmm, you know, I'm not sure this has changed *that* much. Here's Clara circa 2011:

I use more matte skins now, and the style of clothing I download has probably changed the most, but I could absolutely recreate this pic without downloading anything new, including the CC stuff in the background.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Don't make me pick one!! If you're really interested, check my sims pinterest in my pinned post, I'm sure there's patterns there.

How long have you had Simblr?

*checks archive* ...Ten years next May, yikes!

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

Hmmm, I'm going to say Apartment Life this time. I've really been enjoying playing witches lately, and it added a lot of buy/build items I like. Or maybe Uni??? No, AL it is.

Tagging, uhhh, I'm a little late so sorry if you already did this and I missed it!: @isimchi, @tvickiesims, @episims, @anachronisims, @sushigal007

#meme

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Hello community!

We've asked to our spotlighted artist zekezachzoom to provide an exclusive picture for @brickcentral along with some insights on how he made it, and here's what he have to say:

"When I was asked to produce an image for this post, I went through my usual process for coming up with ideas. There was no exact theme to follow, so there was total creative freedom. I have several notebooks filed with sketches from ideas that came to me previously. I will usually flip through them and pick any concept that strikes my fancy. I will then park these ideas at the back of my brain and start to absorb other concepts from looking at random stuff on the Internet, esp on Youtube and Pinterest. I will let these ideas further develop subconsciously and then pick the one that I fancy the most

WHY I CHOOSE THIS PHOTO I learned a long time ago that the best ideas come when you are not actively chasing for one. They just come randomly. In this particular case, I was trying to learn more about low key lighting and saw examples of film noir…and then everything came together for the final image: • I had just bought LEGO series 25 (yes, late to the game!) and the noir detective would be perfect for this. • I enjoy creating simple setup that suits my concept. In this case, it’s just a black box with some tiny crushed paper for texture and additional alley cat rummaging through a trash can. • I usually enjoy shooting dramatic low-key images when indoor. • A friend wanted to throw away a Monster Inc prop and I asked him for it, cause it has an interesting pattern and makes a perfect GOBO (a gobo is a light modifier, typically a stencil)! Pretty sure this won’t be the last time I will be using it as a lighting modifier. I usually have silly, fun concepts with LEGO minifigures but sometimes, I let my dark side take over. In fact, I was ready to do a re-shoot with another idea if needed!

THE SETUP I used two speedlights for this shot. One for key light from the front with no diffusion so that I can create hard shadows, which is characteristics of film noir. The other one is positioned at the back of Pennywise for lighting the background. I have one more constant light to brighten up the foreground, just to show a bit of the rat. I created the poster of Pennywise with Adobe Illustrator. I felt the right side had too much negative space and created the poster to balance the photo. I usually start off my composition with my mobile phone, moving it around to find the best angle and then mount my camera on the tripod. I always use a tripod because it allows me to experiment with different lighting settings which I can then take into Photoshop for easy composite work if necessary. I used blue tac and wire to float the balloon. Some more tac at the base of the detective, so that i can balance him while making him arch his back to make better eye contact with the balloon. Finally, thick wire and globs of tac to hold Pennywise in position. The only major challenge was to create the atmosphere for this shot with the use the mini fog machine. With the use of these machines, luck plays a big part in getting the correct distribution of haze. After 75 shots with and without fog and narrowing down the final few shots, I ended up with the first one, which did not contain the haze! It just felt right. Hahaha. I think some people can relate to that.

FINAL THOUGHTS This was a fairly easy shoot compared to others I have done, as far as scene setup and posing is concern. I always try to take the time to lock down the figures and props. It makes photographing them more enjoyable without worrying if they will topple down. I usually use speedlights for my toy photography and suggest you try it too! Even though I have an idea what the lighting outcome will likely be, sometimes, the results can be a little unexpected. It is great for freezing action and you can use it to create night scenes even though the ambient light is bright. I always enjoy the post processing work. I have been a Photoshop user for almost 30 years (still learning new things everyday!). The color grading process is my favourite part. It can take a ordinary looking image and make it into a cinematic one. Hate it or love it, I am of the opinion that whatever tool is available to make the story come alive and make it better visually, I am all for it."

Thanks for all the insights zekezachzoom! If you want to read this artist profile, head to our blog at https://brickentral.net/ - @theaphol, Community Outreach Manager

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