#overdrive fanfic

[giuliettagaltieri]

True Crime

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Welcome to your perfect fairy tale life.

Warning: Intoxication and implicit sex

Word Count: 2573

Chapter: 2

Soft sunlight peering from the gaps of your drapes warmed your face, pulling you from your slumber.  For a moment you just stared blankly into the wall, enjoying the peace the morning brought before a yawn forced you to break your staring.  You push your duvet off to sit up and stretch.  Your cat, Lily, presses her little paws on her face and stretches.  She slipped beside you while you were fast asleep.

“Good morning, my love.”  You coo softly at her and she sassily stands and sits by your lap, demanding pets, which you give willingly.  She closes her eyes when you bury your face on her thick white fur.  Showering her with kisses, you had to stop when you felt a sneeze coming in.

Lily meows in protest when you do sneeze, driving her away.  She then meows at you dramatically as she walks in circles in your door.  You roll your eyes at her and get up to open it.

“I put in a cat door so you can use it, silly.” 

You head to your kitchen to give Lily her breakfast.  While she enjoys her breakfast, you stretch once more as you make yourself a cup of coffee.  To romanticize your Saturday morning, you switch on your laptop and connect it to your speaker to start a soft Parisian playlist.

You always appreciate your mornings on Thursdays until Sundays since the other three days of your week are nothing but pure hell.  You work as an OR nurse and although you love your job, standing up for at least eight hours to assist surgeons will never not be tiring.

Well, at least the pay is good.

Feeling ready to start breakfast, you reach for the waffle mix in your cupboard and start on the waffle batter.  You finish the beautiful stack of golden waffles and you top it off with a slice of butter and a drizzle of maple syrup.  You wipe your hands on a napkin to open another tab in your browser so you can listen to the local news but nothing really happens in your quiet town.

After finishing your pancakes and coffee, you clean up your apartment while doing your laundry to be time efficient.  Lily takes a nap in her cat bed, she just recently got over her fear of the vacuum and is now a very good girl whenever you clean up.

Once you’ve steamed your scrub suits and folded your clothes, you freshen up and change into your activewear to run a few laps in the park nearby.  One thing you liked about this town is how the sun is never at its peak.  You can run in the park at midday without fearing for skin cancer.

Lily barely turns her head to you as you get out of your apartment.  You see familiar faces on your way to the park and you smile at them to be polite.  In your three years in this small coastal town, you haven’t exactly made a friend.  You have quite a lot of acquaintances, yes.  But not a friend.  Not the townspeople’s fault of course.  You just like your own company.

Some of the few acquaintances you made outside your workplace are your old nosy landlady who bakes too many cookies.  She comes by once in a while with her retired military dog which she dresses up with cute little bow ties.

The shopkeepers of the town are also very kind, very welcoming when you come to their cozy shops.

It was definitely the life you dreamed of when you were young.  To move somewhere where nobody knows your name.  And it’s great.  You really feel like an adult, standing on your own two feet.  A real independent. 

Sure it’s a bit lonely when you have nobody to celebrate with on holidays or have someone to lean on when work gets a bit tough.  But your job and other responsibilities keep you busy so you can’t dwell much on them.  Lily also does a really good job in keeping you company.

After an hour or so of jogging, you head back to your apartment to grab a quick snack, nothing too filling, just something to keep hunger at bay.  With the sweat coating your skin, you take a long shower to scrub off the sweat and dust that stuck to your skin after you jogged.  With your money mostly going to the bank, you splurged on your skincare routine.  Once your skin is well pampered, you make yourself a quick lunch, just a panini and a glass of cranberry juice to go with it.

You settle yourself on your couch to watch an episode of your favorite tv show because God forbid you eat any meal without watching something.  With your stomach full, you clean up in the kitchen and you clap as you glance at your watch.  It says 12:34 pm.  Time to start.

You head to the guest room in your apartment which you converted into a tiny office.

Last year, you opened an online store.  You started with scrunchies and stickers but now you expanded to a bunch of stationery and tshirts. 

The other guest room was converted into a storage space and is chock-full of boxes filled with your items for restocking while the other is lined with shelves holding your products and on one corner is a long table divided into your office and packing space.  You took a bunch of inspiration from Pinterest but you tried to make it your own space by adding decors that felt most like you.

The online store was not as popular as you hoped but you’re just starting and you really believe you’ll make it if you try long enough.  You even started having regular customers that came back to your store to buy every newly launched product. 

Before you know it, you packed 13 parcels of different sizes, you carefully placed them along with the ones you packed the past days into a trolley basket you bought off the surplus so you can load it in your car.  

If something is to look out of place in your small coastal town, it would be your car.  With the town buildings mostly in muted colors and built with old stone and wooden frames, a patagonia red Mercedes AMG CLE 53 Coupe certainly turned heads the moment it arrived last year.

The townsfolk were not surprised to find out it was yours, considering that you were never seen in badly put together outfits.  Most people in the town either wore old shirts and worn out sweaters.  It was not because they were living in really unfortunate conditions but those clothes, they were easier to put together.  But like anything, the car lost its allure in the slow paced town much quicker than most would have thought, now it just blended in with the town. 

A sweet couple mans the local post office, you always see them wearing identical sweaters.  They both beam when they see your car pull up in their driveway.  You load your parcels in the pushcart available in the post office.  They greet you cheerfully and you greet back, trying to match their energy to no avail.  The husband quickly weighs your parcels while the wife processes it for you.  She tells you how much everything costs after the husband finishes weighing everything.

Hopefully by next year, your business will grow and start having a lot of customers overseas.  But baby steps for now, just as long as they’re in the right direction.

After thanking them, you take your leave.  The air smells faintly like the ocean when you inhale deeply.  You watch your feet clad with wedged slippers as you walk on the cobblestone path on the driveway of the post office.

With lots of time to spare, you get in your car and cruise around, passing by quiet offices and family restaurants that line the heart of your town before it faded to houses and apartments.  Most buildings were already present before your grandparents were even born, thus the old fashioned architecture.

A bunch of kids are playing in the playpark near the only school in your town, most moms were busy chatting with each other in the benches, exchanging local gossip.

The vintage boutiques you’re looking for soon come into view and you park your car to find a bench facing the stores you so adore.  You pull out your sketchbook and pencil case.

Someone is performing with a fiddle nearby, serenading the people of the town and you feel no need to wear your airpods so you set it aside.  Smoothing down your dress, you then sit down on the wooden bench and start sketching rough ideas of new sticker sheets that you plan to launch in the future.

Once you feel satisfied with the Parisian chic inspired sticker sheet, you decide to head to the pub for dinner and some drinks.

Well, it was supposed to be just a quick dinner out in the pub but for some reason you chose to stay.  The other families and couples sitting around you made you feel like you are included.  You hear them talk about their kids’ achievements, hear the bickering of old couples.  After completing your meal, you started on the drinks.  The alcohol started hitting you and you just kept ordering more and more drinks until you’re the only one left in the pub.  You even moved to the barstool so you won’t have to get up everytime Tom the bartender finishes making your drink.

He said he closes whenever he feels like it and he hasn’t kicked you out yet so you just kept ordering.  You said you’d stop when you get a little tipsy as you had to drive home but Tom just makes the best cocktails.  He didn’t tell you it has gone to the point where he’s just waiting for you to sober up, taking his time on making the drinks you ordered, reducing the alcohol in it so you won’t die when you do decide to drive home.

You had only gone to the bathroom to do your business and reapply your lipstick when you saw a stranger sitting on your seat.

Who does he think he is, stealing your seat?

“Hey!”  You call and when he turns around, your face heats up.  You don’t usually get men this attractive in your little town.  “That’s my seat.”  You add before breaking into a hiccup.

He smiles boyishly, making you squirm.  The man says something you can’t quite understand and moves to the barstool next to yours.

The smile on his face was making you nervous for some reason and it’s starting to annoy you.  “What are you smiling at?”  You look at him sharply.  When you see Tom bringing him a drink, you suddenly want some too.  “Tom, I’ll have sour cherry vodka.”

Tom wasn’t quite happy with that, much to your disappointment so you decide to order something that will help you sober up a bit instead.  It has really small alcohol content and you’re happy when Tom makes it despite his comment. 

He also gives you and the stranger a glass of cold water each, making you sigh.  You ordered a hot drink and Tom gave you cold water.  Does he want your teeth to fall off or something?  You watch the sweat drip on the tall glass which you quickly catch with a finger before drawing a cute little heart.  So cute and coquette.

With Tom having his back turned to you to make your drink, you got nobody else to talk to.  You see movement in your periphery so you had the brilliant idea of talking to him.

He’s very cute.  His lips look really soft, you wonder if he uses a chapstick.  You stare at them before looking into his strangely colored eyes.  Such pretty eyes too.

The man has a thick accent you can’t quite place and everything he said was just so appealing and interesting to you, you can’t help but giggle like a teenager. 

Gulping down your drink, you pretend it’s butterbeer from Harry Potter.  Your breath hitches when he places a hand on your cheek and wipes your upper lip.  It felt like something that was pulled out of a romance book or like those romcoms you used to watch when you’re younger.  He had you practically squirming in anticipation in your seat.

You can’t believe this is finally happening to you.  And with a pretty cute guy too!

The moment he calls you ‘baby’ outside the pub, every wall you’ve put up crumbles before your eyes and you surrender to the man.

You gave yourself to him, let him bruise your skin with his kisses and touch.  You were sweating, gripping the sheets for dear life as you let him ravish you.

It was carnality in its purest form.  Just lust taking over your bodies as you spent the night tangled in each other’s bodies.  It was a game of push and pull, his body atop you was rock solid.  Everything about him was rock solid.  His washboard abs, his thighs, his grip, and OH! It was pure ecstasy.

You don’t know when you stopped or if you ever did, that you just lost consciousness in the middle of it all, but when you opened your eyes, everything felt…different.

Why does your head feel like it was dribbled and hit with a baseball bat?  Ugh, even your analogies are mixing up.

You let out a whimper when you tried to move your body.  And when did you get a weighted blanket?  Did you somehow mess up your thermostat?  You never woke up sweating before.  But you feel like you’ve been to the gym doing thighs and hip workout for the entire day yesterday and collapsed right into bed without showering.

Well that can’t be right…You were cleaning your apartment yesterday, jogged for an hour but it doesn’t strain your body like this.  You remember packing the orders, going to the post office, sketching, having dinner and drinks at Tom’s…dinner and drinks at Tom’s…

“OH MY GOD!”  You screamed at the top of your lungs when you turned and saw a naked man literally spooning you.

Your scream alarmed him and he woke up in a panic.  In your rush to get out of bed, you got tangled in the duvet and accidentally rolled off the bed with a loud thump.  You screamed at him to get out repeatedly as you blindly threw your bunny slippers at him.  When both pairs went flying off and missed their target, you switched to your pillows.  You hear him apologizing and running around your room.  You struggle to get up, throat going dry as you screamed and why the fuck is he not leaving yet!

Finally managing to get up, you grab your lampshade and scream.  It must have alerted him because he hopped away from you as he tried to put on his pants and it happened so quickly.  You couldn’t have done anything to help him.  He stumbled and fell on his face.

The thud his body makes was nearly sickening yet so incredibly comical.  You stand still, chest heaving as you clutch your lampshade.  You wait for him to get up but he doesn’t move an inch.

“Holy shit…I killed a man.”

Overdrive

[nerdy-the-artist]

Nerdy the Artist’s Metroid fanfic Spotlight!

I have read a fair few excellently written Metroid fanfics in my short time in this fandom, a lot of which gave me many ideas, as well as possible biases, that I have taken into my own fanfic. Still, with the obscene amount of nsfw fics related to Samus (no shame), finding those engrossing stories with plenty of character development, intrigue, and action is a bit of an annoying task. People have different standards of tagging things, and less tags does not necessarily mean less quality. Use to this, for your convenience, I’m going to be sharing a list of some of my favorite Metroid fanfiction stories, in no particular order.

1. Whispers from Beyond the Veil

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56266696/chapters/142947040

Whispers from Beyond the Veil, by AlexRussoStuff, is still in its early stages, and brand new at the time of writing it. Currently, there’s only 1 chapter, but it’s a really promising one. If this fic maintains the tone and quality in this chapter, I’m all for it. It is mainly a retelling of Metroid Prime, interspersed with flashbacks from Samus’s childhood. The tone is far more brutal and gruesome than the original game, with more in the way of gore as Samus steps over the ripped apart remains of Space Pirates aboard the Orpheon. I am excited to watch this fic develop.

2. The Downfall of Ashkar Behek

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42231552/chapters/106034202

I was pointed in the direction of this fic by @molagboop due to some amazing artwork by the Chozo specialist himself. The Downfall of Ashkar Behek, by Acayl, is quite long, following much of the past of Raven Beak, known in Chozo as the titular Ashkar Behek. The story is long, detailing his past as a soldier of the Mawkin, including his maiming by Ridley, known to the Chozo as Balan dosh Nabular, translated to English: Bring to Dread. The story covers many bases in the tragedy of his downfall, and you never feel he is truly evil until he is utterly consumed by madness, and his belief in the innate responsibility of the Chozo to shepard the Galaxy. He goes from a relatively basic villain in Dread to a well fleshed out antagonist whose world view we can understand, and perhaps sympathize with. While it is very lengthy, it is a wonderful read if you have the time and patience for it.

3. Metroid S

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4156530/chapters/9378699

This fic is also incomplete (Metroid works slow, I guess), but the story is oozing with mystery and intrigue. Metroid S, written by Suribot, sees Samus Aran arrive on an icy world following a contract for a scientist’s rescue, and a separate, cryptic message telling of a Metroid’s presence in the derelict laboratories within. The plot is hard to sus out, and the mysteries hiding within are captivating. There is also a fair bit of monologues from Samus Aran about her past (did I mention this is in first person?) where we get to here about many past exploits and relationships. I still am itching to get questions answered with the next chapter. I think you’ll find yourself in the same boat.

4. Inheritance

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11560101/chapters/25965126

Remember when I said less tags doesn’t mean less quality? This is what I mean. Inheritance, by Cuofeng, was written before Dread came out, but there are many coincidental story elements that are interesting to compare and contrast between the two. The story itself is absolutely amazing, especially in the first act, but does have some problems in the third. The sense of mistrust and paranoia that the first act gives off is unrivaled, even by S. The story follows a mission set after Fusion where Samus is tasked with helping in the fight against a reinvigorated Space Pirate faction, with eyes on some advanced Chozo technology. This might be my favorite Metroid story, due to its amazing atmosphere, great personality, and shear rule of cool excellence.

I do have one major issue though: Where Morph Ball?

5. This Time

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34383862/chapters/85563343

For those of you looking for something more lowkey and feels-y, This Time, by CuratorOfFluff, is a wonderful short fic centered around Samus’s relationship with Old Bird, who is now living on Earth by himself with Samus’s pet rabbit-squirrel, Pyonchi. The care the two have for each other is just adorable, and you can tell the author had a lot of fun with this little slice of life.

6: A Swift and Howling Darkness

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42723552

A Swift and Howling Darkness, by Noxshade, is a very different kind of story to most, feeling right at home with Metroid Prime’s method of storytelling. This fic is in an epistolary format, meaning it is told by logs and reports, rather than outright narration. The story centers around Samus Aran, fresh off of her horrifying adventure aboard BSL, encountering a distress beacon sent from deep into the undocumented regions of space, codified as being pre-Federation in make. Driven by her innate curiosity. She decides to investigate this unusual call for help into the dark, unknown regions of the galaxy.

7: We Will Evolve

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54081529/chapters/136920130

We Will Evolve, by Thundamoo, comes hot off the heaps of Metroid Dread, using the loose plot thread of the missing Chozo ships during the escape sequence to tell a story of the X outbreak spreading beyond ZDR’s untamed wilds, and into sentient space. The horrifying idea is compounded on by the realization that what we saw of Samus’s Metroid mutations in Dread were the tip of the iceberg. Furthermore, we get to witness the arrival and spread of the X, known by the Chozo and itself as Eres, from the perspective of a civilian, caught up in the galaxy’s nightmares. The secondary protagonist is a joy to follow along, and Samus’s rage is palpable. Once again, this fic is not yet complete, but it is well worth a read thus far.

Honorable Mention: Confronting Adam (animatic)

Link: https://youtu.be/_hrU1tPZ7R8?si=bkvehOrjTVJsfOfr

This is a wonderful project by a YouTuber known as Galactic Gaming, making an animatic out of the fateful interaction between Samus and Adam where Samus brings out the goodness within the AI recreation of her former CO. The voice acting here is great, and the artwork is nice.

Well, these are some of my favs. I might make a new post with some other good ones, but I think these should be at the top of your reading list. If you have any suggestions for me, let me know in reposts or in the comments. Happy reading!

[hypnotisedfireflies]

Day 2: Four-on-the-floor

For @march-flowerr

“Joel.”

“What?”

“You trust me?”

He forced himself to meet her eye.  He wanted to draw her a diagram and explain what trust really was and how it actually had nothing to do with being a man in his 40s on wheels towed around by a child half his size, but he figured she would wilfully misunderstand that little slice of logic. 

“Yes,” he deadpanned.

“Good enough,” Ellie sighed. 

AO3.

[princeofuchiha]

When you think of a fun scene for your long fic but it requires so much damn build up. So you you're just sitting there like. Well this will be thrilling when I get to it in a few months.

[nitaekook]

Masterlist of Masterlists

Formula 1 Masterlist

F*ck About It [Lestappen]

by nitaekook | M | 5/5 | 30,871

This year has been hard on Charles. Not only on the track but at home too. He loves Max to death, but he swears Max will be the death of him.

~

Love About It [Lestappen]

by nitaekook | M | 3/? | 25,069

This story picks up immediately after F*ck About It.

New season. New team. New teammates. New obstacles. What could go wrong?

~

Poetry [Lestappen]

by nitaekook | M | 3/3 | 18,372

In the winding streets of Monaco, Max finds himself drawn to a quiet bookstore—and to the reserved, thoughtful man who runs it. What begins as a simple encounter slowly unearths buried vulnerabilities, as both men grapple with the weight of their pasts and the fragile hope of connection. Their two lives collide, while moments of stillness and understanding challenge them to risk their carefully guarded hearts.

~

The Third Piece [Lestapiastri]

by nitaekook | E | 15/? | 83,804

Oscar forced himself to hold his gaze, even as his pulse hammered against his ribs. Charles crouched slightly, leaning in until they were at eye level. “I know what you’re thinking,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “You think Max is the one you should be afraid of.” Oscar swallowed hard, his throat tight. “You’re wrong,” Charles said simply, straightening with a smile that didn’t belong on someone so deadly. “But you’ll figure that out soon enough.”

~

This Is What I Get [Landoscar]

by nitaekook | M | 1/1 | 13,538

The thing about drowning, Oscar thought, was that it didn’t feel like drowning. Not at first. At first, it was just the sensation of being pulled under. Just a little. Not enough to panic. Not enough to thrash and scream. You told yourself you could hold your breath, that you’d float back to the surface eventually. But then came the pressure, that creeping weight pressing down on your chest, subtle and unrelenting. That was what no one told you: drowning wasn’t the struggle to breathe. It was the waiting. And waiting was all Oscar ever seemed to do these days.

~

This Is What I've Done [Landoscar]

by nitaekook | M | 3/3 | 16,827

Oscar was the one who never expected anything from him—who never asked for anything in return, who never told him to be better, or stronger, or enough. And maybe that’s why Lando kept coming back to him. Because when everything else felt like it was slipping out of his control—when every lap felt slower, every race felt harder, and every smile in front of a camera felt more and more like a lie—Oscar was there. And Lando could take what he needed from him.

This is Lando's POV of This Is What I Get

~ This is What We've Become [Landoscar]

by nitaekook | M | 2/2 | 15,210

The weight of the evening hung heavy in the dimly lit living room. Oscar had arrived nearly an hour ago, eyes red and swollen, his backpack slung loosely over one shoulder like it might fall off at any moment. He hadn’t said much—barely anything, really—but the tears had started almost as soon as Charles opened the door.

~~~

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Give You Love [BokuAka]

by nitaekook | 10/10 | NR | 46,796

Akaashi Keiji faces the pressures of school and family while navigating his deepening relationship with Bokuto Koutaro. As they grow closer, the challenges of being open about their feelings weigh on Akaashi, especially under the scrutiny of others. With Bokuto’s unwavering support, Akaashi begins to find his footing, and together, they focus on their shared goal: leading their volleyball team to Nationals, despite the obstacles that stand in their way.

~

Overdrive [IwaOi]

by nitaekook | 9/9 | NR | 27,095

Iwaizumi Hajime, a former MotoGP racer, struggles with life after a career-ending accident. Isolated and restless, he’s invited by Bokuto to an underground street race, where he unexpectedly encounters Oikawa Tooru. Watching Oikawa dominate the race with a custom-built car, Iwaizumi is impressed by his skill and drive. The thrill of the event stirs something in Iwaizumi, and though he tries to push it away, he can’t shake the pull of the racing world he thought he’d left behind.

~

Slipstream [BokuAka]

by nitaekook | 12/12 | NR | 42,616

Akaashi Keiji prepares for his Formula 1 debut at the Bahrain Grand Prix, determined to prove himself amid accusations of nepotism. His confidence is shaken when Bokuto Koutarou, a mechanic from Vetra Dynamics, unexpectedly joins the race as a last-minute substitute, starting from the back. Despite having no formal racing background, Bokuto’s raw, instinctive driving style allows him to surge through the pack. As the race progresses, Akaashi’s calculated precision is tested when Bokuto closes in, leading to an intense battle between the two, neck and neck for position. F1 Team Concepts

[instantsandwichkingdom]

Ok soooo

Overdrive by Conan gray and 15skk

Do u see my vision here, like just them doing dumb stuff like stealing a shopping cart and chuuya pushing Dazai around a target, or sitting on a roof and dancing under the stars, platonically of course(...) however eventually one of them (depends on whose like the main focus/point of view) realizes just how pretty the other looks and how much they wanna kiss the other, but being freaked out because they're dumb and also "omg I cannot be in love with this idiot. Besides he'd never like me like that" UNTIL it gets so overwhelming and without realizing it they lean over to kiss the other!!!!

Anywayyyy

[buster-loves-pr]

You know.. I was planning on doing this after I finish some Inside Job fics but I’ve been super burnt out of the show so maybe this will re spark motivation

RULES!!! PLEASE READ

-This Bingo is essentially me writing about a character getting hurt in a way. There will probably be comfort. Just choose a character and a card and bam, it’s on its way to writing

1 Only comfortable with writing for the seasons in the tags. If the season isn’t in the tags, it kinda just means that I don’t really like writing for it

2 NO SA/Sexual themes. I don’t want to write them

3 NO POLTICS

4 Send in it through my ask box. If you have any ideas on how you want the prompt , you can send it

5 Prefer writing about the rangers mostly but side characters are okay

[regaliasonata]

Will’s Backstory - Overdrive AU🖤🖤🖤

@themundanemudperson @queenvernage @azurezfiction @skyland2703 @sentinelofstories @buster-loves-pr

[boredomincarnate16]

Remember seeing this Yo-Kai Watch x Pokémon (not in a shipping way, lol) fanfic, and one of the parts of it made me realize... Team Rocket has no way to counter Nate's Yo-Kai Watch. Sure, they can try capturing him, with seemingly no escape, but he can just summon Mirapo, Miradox, or Mircle to escape. They can't just steal his Yo-Kai Watch, since he already has a few other Yo-Kai Watches at his disposal, like how, in the comic, based on the Summoning Songs, he has the White Yo-Kai Watch and the Model U. And lastly, if they try kidnapping his Yo-Kai, he can just summon them with his watch. In short: The Yo-Kai Watch solos Team Rocket, lol. Oh right! Here's the fanfic, if you're interested!

[giuliettagaltieri]

Overdrive

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis: Charles Leclerc has everything he could ever dream of but in a single day, he loses everything.  He wakes up in the bed of a stranger in a place he never heard of with no phone, no money, and his identity, practically useless.  Stripped of a life he once knew, Charles must navigate a world that is far too different from his own as nothing more than an ordinary man.

Warning: Impulsive writing, swearing, implied unprotected sex, eventual smut, angst.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to portray any individuals mentioned in a negative light. The reader is female. Skin tone and body type mentions were limited for better reading experience. If any characteristics of Y/N displeases you, or if any of the warnings does not agree with you, I advise you not to proceed with reading the story.

Chapter Count: Still counting

Status: Ongoing

Masterlist

i. A Very Bad Day

ii. True Crime

iii. Oliver Twist

iv. To be added

v. To be added

[thatrandombystander]

Wait ok so do Plants in the Trigun manga/90s anime actually have any flora characteristics/visuals or is it exclusively abrahamic angel characteristics/visuals?

Did the mangaka take the English word "plant" from "power plant" and not from the tree and flower type of "plant" and never realise the other meaning? Cause changing the feathers to root and flower visuals is a super interesting re-framing of Plants for Stampede to make

[hypnotisedfireflies]

Day 5: Scream if You're With Me

For @finnelfin

“I woke you.”  He went back to the jacket. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Tess surveyed the damage.  Joel was bloodied, but he wasn’t moving like he was hurt.  “Let me look at you.”

“You’ll get all dirty.”

“Let me look at you.”

Joel thought it through … and handed her the wash cloth.  Tess freshened it up with clean, hot water and squeezed it out.  Pink residue circled the drain.  Joel leaned against the sink while she wiped his skin.  He was utterly spent.  She rubbed at a stubborn spot on his neck.  He poured himself two fingers of whisky and knocked it back in one gulp.

“So it didn’t go to plan,” Tess surmised. 

AO3

[ladtheove]

New chapter of ‘Overdrive’ up, I hope you enjoy ;)

[nitaekook]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Give You Love [BokuAka]

by nitaekook | 10/10 | NR | 46,796

Akaashi Keiji faces the pressures of school and family while navigating his deepening relationship with Bokuto Koutaro. As they grow closer, the challenges of being open about their feelings weigh on Akaashi, especially under the scrutiny of others. With Bokuto’s unwavering support, Akaashi begins to find his footing, and together, they focus on their shared goal: leading their volleyball team to Nationals, despite the obstacles that stand in their way.

Chapter 1 | Calm: Unraveled

Chapter 2 | Shifting Ground

Chapter 3 | Pressure Points

Chapter 4 | Hidden Currents

Chapter 5 | Diverging Paths

Chapter 6 | Uncharted Territory

Chapter 7 | New Horizons

Chapter 8 | Sudden Clarity

Chapter 9 | Deuces

Chapter 10 | Aftershocks

~~~

Overdrive [IwaOi]

by nitaekook | 9/9 | NR | 27,095

Iwaizumi Hajime, a former MotoGP racer, struggles with life after a career-ending accident. Isolated and restless, he’s invited by Bokuto to an underground street race, where he unexpectedly encounters Oikawa Tooru. Watching Oikawa dominate the race with a custom-built car, Iwaizumi is impressed by his skill and drive. The thrill of the event stirs something in Iwaizumi, and though he tries to push it away, he can’t shake the pull of the racing world he thought he’d left behind.

Chapter 1 | DNF

Chapter 2 | Crossroads

Chapter 3 | Unraveling

Chapter 4 | Foundations

Chapter 5 | Collision

Chapter 6 | Familiar Strangers

Chapter 7 | Drive

Chapter 8 | Fault Lines

Chapter 9 | Second Wind

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Slipstream [BokuAka]

by nitaekook | 12/12 | NR | 42,616

Akaashi Keiji prepares for his Formula 1 debut at the Bahrain Grand Prix, determined to prove himself amid accusations of nepotism. His confidence is shaken when Bokuto Koutarou, a mechanic from Vetra Dynamics, unexpectedly joins the race as a last-minute substitute, starting from the back. Despite having no formal racing background, Bokuto’s raw, instinctive driving style allows him to surge through the pack. As the race progresses, Akaashi’s calculated precision is tested when Bokuto closes in, leading to an intense battle between the two, neck and neck for position. F1 Team Concepts

Chapter 1 | Reckless Precision

Chapter 2 | Fixation on the Fast Lane

Chapter 3 | Driven to Distraction

Chapter 4 | Showdown in the Desert

Chapter 5 | The Australian Grand Prix

Chapter 6 | Meltdown in the Paddock

Chapter 7 | Dangerous Distraction

Chapter 8 | Spark to the Fire

Chapter 9 | Collision Course

Chapter 10 | Rain & Ruin

Chapter 11 | Off Track

Chapter 12 | Shake Up or Shake Down?

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Updated 💕💕💕

[aberooski]

Picture it.

And @chazz-is-a-zelda-fan I'd love to hear your thoughts on this, pal 🙂

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Chazz going to stay with Atticus and Alexis over break rather than going home to his brothers.

He gets to experience what an actual loving family and healthy household environment is like for the first time.

He gets to have the first genuinely, non professional home cooked family meal he's ever had in his life.

He's a little uncomfortable and awkward around their house at first but having his friends around is helpful, and their parents are so nice and caring and present he feels legitimately welcome in their home. First time he's ever really felt that way anywhere.

Atticus and Alexis take him around town and just do normal people activities like going to the movies, drag him along to go grocery shopping, walking around the mall, fast food, just going out for a walk, take him to a concert, mini golf an annual tradition in my family myself 😌, Atticus takes him on a date, they drag him to dinner with the extended family and their grandma 100% incorrectly assumes Chazz and Alexis are dating and they're all embarrassed but it's fine 🤭. Y'know, various normal things that Chazz has never done or been exposed to before.

By the end of the break Chazz is beloved by the entire Rhodes family and their mom insists that he's welcome to come and stay with them again any time, an offer which he accepts gratefully. He'd much rather be here with his closest friends and people that actually seem to genuinley care about him than at home with his brothers.

[js589]

Chapter 5 is up! Lockwood reaches out! A sleepy taxi ride turns awkward! Lucy returns to Portland Row! Lockwood does not take the circumstances of that well at all! And through it all, George is the voice of reason!