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Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm not sure, maybe you've already wrote something like this in other requests (I don't remember all your hc although I love your works!). Maybe you want to write hc about mc and her s/o had a very bad fight. The reason was stupid and it was s/o fault that they fought so badly, but now mc is really mad. How will rfa+Saeran+V make up with her?

Aww thank you! We do have one where the fight is MC’s fault here. So here you go~ Enjoy!



Zen:

  • He was off for the evening for the first time in a long time
  • But when he asked you to go out with him, you told him you already had made plans with other friends
  • It really shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Zen blew up about it–mostly because the stress of late hours was getting to him
  • “I honestly feel like I’m more invested in this relationship than you are. You can’t even take one night off for me?”
  • All he remembers after he said those words is that you abruptly hung up on him
  • A few days go by and he cools off
  • And he starts thinking more about what he said and how stupid it was
  • You were always supporting him, and it was selfish for him to say something like that
  • You weren’t answering his texts or calls, so he goes to your apartment
  • He’s waiting at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates
  • You don’t even have the chance to let him in as he’s showering you with apologies
  • You listen to him, but you also say you need to talk it out
  • You assure him that you’ve been pretty busy this month, and you didn’t mean to brush him off
  • In order to compromise, you two set aside one weekend a month that is reserved only for you two

Yoosung:

  • You had been wanting to meet your parents, since you’ve already met his
  • He keeps saying he can’t because of his work and school
  • But really he’s just scared he’ll be a disappointment, so he’s avoiding it
  • You keep asking him at intervals, because it really was important to you
  • On top of it, you keep talking about all this stuff you had to do
  • He doesn’t even know why he said, but it slipped out of his mouth, “You’re turning into such a nag, MC.You’re not the only one with stuff to do.” 
  • You recoil and just quietly mumble, “Sorry. Didn’t know I was such a bother”
  • Yoosung is too ashamed to say anything, so he watches as you quietly leave
  • Within the hour, he’s spamming your phone with apologies
  • When you don’t respond, he feels so horrible and guilty
  • He has no idea how to make it up to you
  • He starts thinking about all the other things you were “nagging” him about and realized how much work you were piled with in addition to trying to make time for him
  • He writes down as many as he can and starts getting them done for you
  • As the days go on, you started to notice a lot of those errands you had to do were already done
  • You knew it was Yoosung, so you finally go to see him
  • He hesitantly gives you a hug and mutters another apology
  • He promises to go see your parents that weekend and also asks that you tell him when you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff

Jaehee:

  • Business at the cafe was booming
  • Jaehee just didn’t realize how on edge she was, as she was very task oriented
  • She tried to make sure everything was perfect, which meant she was cutting in the middle of your work if it wasn’t done fast enough or in a certain way
  • You calmly approach her and say you’re worried she’s taking too much on herself
  • But she takes it wrong in her stress, “Are you accusing me of being a control freak? Fine. Take all the work if you want.”
  • You get really quiet and leave the cafe to go home
  • You call in sick for the next three days, and Jaehee starts to get nervous thinking she really messed up
  • She realizes you were right about the work load and pull an all nighter trying to set up a better scheule
  • She presents it to you and tries to be professional, but in the middle she just kind of breaks down and apologizes
  • She admits that she really misses your presence, not just while working but afterwards
  • Of course, you forgive her and you two make an effort to always be honest about work and stress and your feelings

Jumin:

  • It had been a little while since you’ve been married
  • And he was against you working, since there really was no financial need
  • This was always a touchy subject, but since he’d been away on business trips a lot, you were getting lonely doing nothing in the penthouse
  • When he gets back from his long, no so successful trip, you bring up the working thing again
  • He takes everything you say wrongly and snaps, “I’m trying to make you as happy as possible. At least try to be grateful.”
  • You’re taken aback a little before you reply evenly, “How can I be happy when you won’t even let me have a purpose besides being trapped in this house?”
  • You storm into your room and lock the door behind you
  • Jumin collapses on the couch in exhaustion
  • After drifting in and out of sleep, he calms down and his head clears
  • And he realizes what an incredible mistake he made
  • He tries to go apologize, but you won’t open the door for him
  • So he sits down with his back against the door and starts giving his apology
  • When he’s done, he just waits patiently against the door
  • You eventually decide to leave the room, and you’re surprised to find him still leaning against the door
  • He looks up at you with these sorrowful eyes and you can’t help but forgive him 
  • But you still want to talk things out
  • He agrees and you two are just sitting on the floor in your hall working things out
  • By the end, you’re crying, he’s holding you, and you two have come to an agreement that makes you both happy


Seven:

  • You’ve been trying to help him break some of his bad habits and start taking care of himself
  • Normally, he didn’t mind
  • But lately, with everything going on with Saeran, he’d had a lack of sleep and also had been going through a rough time
  • Those self-deprecating thoughts started creeping in again and he felt like dirt already
  • You had found he’d skipped a few meals and hadn’t been getting any exercise to clear his mind
  • So, you gave him some gentle scolding
  • But he took it to heart and lashed out, “If you think I’m that incapable, why do you even bother hanging around? I don’t ask you to come by this often.”
  • There’s a moment of tense silence before you just throw your hands up
  • “Fine. I’m out.”
  • He hears you slam the door behind you as you leave his apartment
  • He gets into his broody mood for a few hours before he cools off
  • He just feels so horrible, and he knows you’re just trying to help him
  • He knows you’re not going to take his calls, so he just goes to your apartment
  • You open the door because you’re not expecting him
  • He’s holding up a bag full of your favorite take out
  • He gives you a sheepish smile, “See…now you can see if I’m eating?”
  • You still give him the silent treatment while you eat, but you feel a little less angry after eating
  • He apologizes and you two talk through some things before you’re back to your normal selves cuddling on the couch

Saeran:

  • He was having a bad few days dealing with his emotions and things resurfacing
  • You try to help by asking him questions about how he feels and just talking soothingly
  • He gets really irritated and just cracks
  • “You’re so annoying. Just shut up!”
  • You’re really hurt by this, so you just kind of fade out and leave
  • He knows right away that it affected you, but he doesn’t bother going after you
  • He thinks it’s probably a good thing anyway for you to get some space
  • But after nearly a week of not hearing from you, he starts to get worried
  • He’s also starting to miss you
  • He tries to call you, but he goes to voicemail
  • He leaves a string of messages throughout the day
  • You legitimately weren’t by your phone, but he just thinks you finally got fed up and left him
  • His apologies are so heartfelt that you forgive him after listening to all his messages
  • You find him right away to work things out
  • He agrees to try to be more sensitive to you, and you try to be more understanding of when he gets into one of his phases

V:

  • He had been putting off eye surgery for quite awhile
  • And you knew he was hiding a reason behind his procrastination
  • So, you kept pushing him to get it
  • He just feels like you don’t understand and he’s getting on edge about it
  • He gives you a lot of silent treatment and subtly makes cutting remarks
  • But this only makes you feel horrible about it, and finally your feelings just burst out
  • “If this is about keeping ties with your past…or with Rika…just tell me instead of keeping everything secret. I thought we were done with that.”
  • You walk out and everything clicks to place in his head
  • He knew you were right about keeping secrets, and he knew his behavior wasn’t acceptable
  • He types out a letter as best as he can with his good eye
  • In it, he apologizes and promises to become a better person for you
  • He also includes some other sweet things
  • He goes to your place and slips the letter under your door
  • When you read it, you can feel your heart melting
  • You guys meet up for coffee and talk face to face about working things out
  • He eventually does get the surgery, thinking of it as symbolic of leaving behind his past

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anonymous asked:

Halloween anon here and I don't mind at all! Your vision for it was really amazing so I'm not even let down lol. Ummm another prompt. Uhhh. Maybe when Pynch is older and Adam has a stable job and etc Ronan gets Adam (dreams Adam?) a shy little hound puppy with big floppy ears? Has that been done? Sorry! And I will definitely see what I can do about writing Blue dressed up as Gansey!

The morning Adam turns 27, Ronan wakes up at the crack of dawn and drives into town. It’s not a long drive – the house they bought is far enough from the centre to have its own plot of land, but still a reasonable distance from Adam’s office – but he still honks viciously at every single unfortunate soul that is driving too damn slow, fuck it, because he’ll be damned if he can’t get back by the time Adam wakes up.

When he arrives at the shelter, the woman on duty greets him sleepily and a little grouchily. He had to pay a hefty bonus to ensure she’d be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it’s worth it. Of course, it would have been easier if he could just have dreamt the puppy, all set and ready to go in the comfort of their own home – but he knows it wouldn’t be the same. Adam would not go for a dream puppy when there are dogs already waiting at a shelter, abandoned and mistreated and mistrusting, but still so full of affection and loyalty, hoping for someone to adopt them. Adam would never pick the easy option, and Ronan loves him for it.

The hound puppy is, to be honest, ridiculously cute, even though it cowers fearfully when Ronan tries to pick it up. It takes some coaxing from the shelter lady before it relaxes in Ronan’s arms long enough that he can carry it out to the car.

As the sun rises in the sky, Ronan drives back home breaking every speed limit, and the puppy barks joyfully. Ronan thinks they might just get along fine.

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anonymous asked:

How would Suga, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Kuroo react to an S/O who uses morbid/self-depricating humour? But like its just their sense of humour? Like they don't actually want to die or think they're that bad at everything, it's just what they joke about? (i.e. "at least if I die I don't have to do exams lol" "lol cause we all know I'm an incapable mess haha" y'know that sorta stuff)

Okay, so I decided not to put in anymore examples of these kinds of jokes other than the ones that you’ve provided, Anon, I only focused on the boy’s reaction to them. Mainly because I know how this kind of joking can get out of hand really fast and the last thing I want is for people to think that these types of comments should always be taken as jokes - they shouldn’t, get to know the person that is saying them.

I hope that makes sense? I primarily don’t want anyone to think that I take comments like these lightly - I don’t and my anxiety won’t let me when I hear others use words like this, but I do find myself saying similar things, especially when it comes to my schoolwork or my workplace in general.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, Anon.

P.s. Please remember to always let me know if I have done anything to offend anyone. It’s the last thing I want to do and am always willing to change it. As someone who is striving to write for my career, I take these things that you guys send me and try to challenge myself to shove my mind into that characters thought process, even in touchy situations. There are certain topics that I am not ready to breach yet - which is why you’ve seen me deny some requests - but I know that there may be a day in my career when I might have to. Until then, I’ll do my best to represent everything as accurately as my knowledge will allow. So, really, never feel bad to let me know when things did not add up well. It just means that I need more time to research as a writer and that I am not prepared to tackle a certain/controversial topic. Sorry, I’m always worried about things I post.


Sugawara Koushi

  • Legit, I feel like he kinda has this sort of humor as well. Like, he makes these kind of comments to Daichi and Asahi all the time (Asahi usually freaks out) and so when they start using them as well, he completely understands. He’d just nod his head and play up the talk with them.
    • But I feel like this is also something he had to check on when he discovered that it was their main source of jokes. Occasionally, he got it, then when it just kept coming, he felt the need to pull them aside and ask them seriously. He just wants to make sure. He loves them and doesn’t seriously want anything bad happening to them.
    • I’m sure he stills checks in every now and then - even with being reassured all the time. It’s just one of those things that’s always edging at the back of his mind and he needs to be told that they love themselves.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Would have idea how to respond the first time one of those lines comes out of their mouth. They’re probably sitting there having a good time and then next thing you know his face completely crumbles and he stares at them with those large brown doe eyes. But he wouldn’t know what to say cause they said it so nonchalantly and yet it’s not something you just say nonchalantly??
  • He’d totally let it go the first time and when it popped up the next time, he’d just give them this look and get all serious. He’d need them to tell him that they didn’t feel that way about themselves and that they believed themselves to be a wonderful person!
    • I feel like Oikawa’s dealt with self-hate before, so this is something he takes very seriously when he hears it from them. He might even have a really hard time with their humor for quite a while even with the constant reassurances that it’s not what they really believe about themselves.

Bokuto Koutarou

  • His instant response would be to start listing everything about them that was beautiful and magnificent. It doesn’t matter that they’re joking, they mean everything to him and he won’t sit back and let them talk bad about themselves in any way, shape, or form.
    • Seriously, I think the first time they say something like that he’d be so close to tears, he wouldn’t know what to do. Those are the last kind of words that he wants coming from them because they are so beautiful. Precious boy might end up weeping with relief when they tell him they don’t really mean it.
  • It would be a constant thing of reassurance every time they make a joke like that. He’d turn to them with panic in his eyes every time and they’d have to quickly reply with ‘joking’ lest they want him to start getting all emotional over all the reasons he loved them again.

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • He’d laugh the first time a joke like that came from their lips, just like, yup I’ve felt that way before kind of reaction. But when it happened again he might even call them out right there about easing up on the self-abuse. He’d definitely watch them carefully from there, seeing how they hold themselves and comparing their words with their actions.
    • He’ll notice the way that they don’t really line up? Like, they hold themselves too confidently to really feel the way their speaking, kinda thing? But he’d of course question them just to be certain.
  • The joking would continue and he’d always keep an eye on them and when they’re having a bad day, he won’t let them even say things like that. There’s no reason to be saying those thing - even as joke - when their already feeling bad. He loves them and cares very deeply about their mental health and will be there to protect them even when they don’t think they need it.
Begin Again - (Chapter I)

Read the prologue here

Thank you to @marlosbooknook and @mibasiamille for helping me edit and listening to my constant whining, really don’t know why you put up with me but thank you and ily

(Also a note: I’m not a doctor so i’m sorry if some of this is wrong I relied entirely on google and what I remember from my anatomy class. Plus Grey’s Anatomy but that’s not all accurate and a full out shit show at this point so let’s just ignore that)

And thank you all so much for your comments on the prologue, I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

Limbo

Oxford, England
22nd September 1976

One moment. One tiny, insignificant moment, and his entire world shifted.

It was a head-on collision with a semi: the driver fell asleep at the wheel and veered right in front of him. Jamie didn’t have any time to react; it had all happened so fast.

It was more than likely that he wouldn’t remember any of it, due to the damage to his brain. But his life was no longer in his hands.

First responders arrived at the scene almost five minutes–five long minutes–after it happened. He was unconscious, lying in the middle of the road. The impact of the crash had ejected him from his seat, through the windshield, and onto the street.

The list of injuries were endless: from broken bones to open wounds. Some of the shards of glass from the windows had embedded themselves into his skin, but the rest was scattered on the concrete around him.

The biggest concern of the medical team was his head and spinal cord. It was impossible to tell what state they were in, given that the patient unconscious. They worked as fast as they could to get him on the stretcher and immobilized, while also being careful enough not to jostle him too much. Once he was secured inside the ambulance, he was rushed to the A&E.

He was only going to work. It was supposed to be like any other day.

None of this was supposed to happen.


They took him from the ambulance directly into the OR, assessing the damage and figuring out how to proceed from there.

Over the course of the next few months, he would be in that OR three times.

His condition was critical and he couldn’t be under anesthesia for very long, so the surgeries had to be spread out, allowing his body time to recover.

He sustained multiple injuries: right leg broken in two places, once in the left; multiple cracked and broken ribs; the right shoulder dislocated and the radius of the left arm severely fractured. A back full of glass, some pieces almost three inches long. Some internal bleeding in the abdomen, but luckily the medical team had found the source in time to stop it. If they hadn’t, it would have caused his brain to hemorrhage and, ultimately, could have ended his life.

There was some bleeding and swelling in his brain that they had gotten under control, but there was no telling the prognosis until he was conscious. Miraculously, however, his spinal cord had remained unharmed.

His right hand was the worst of it: the bones of his ring finger were almost completely shattered, the middle finger a compound fracture, the bone sticking obtrusively through the skin. They predicted that he wouldn’t regain full range of motion in that hand again, but with lots of physical therapy it could come close.

The first surgery was getting the bleeding in his abdomen and brain under control, as well as the swelling. Then, debriding his back and several other places on his body, followed by cleaning every wound to reduce the risk of infection.

Unfortunately, that was all they could do for the day.

The next day was setting the broken bones. Everything went relatively smooth until they got to his hand, which took the longest.

The very last surgery consisted entirely of applying the skin grafts to his back.

After a few weeks, he was able to breathe on his own. In the days that followed, they remained hopeful that he would recover. They waited for him to wake up, each day hoping that today would be the day.

But the days went by, and he never did.

singleandlonely  asked:

So I heard you love soulmate AUs. I'm wondering if you can write an angsty Soulmate AU scenarios for Todoroki and Katsuki and their s/o? The world they live in is full of soulmates and ways to identify them. There are many ways of finding them. Katsuki/Todoroki are unlucky that their marks are the last words spoken to them (They don't know that however). Just as their soulmate is revealed they, well, die. The cause of the death can be whatever.

(This is painful and angsty and I love it, thank you) I very much hope I could write it well enough and that you’re going to like it!


Todoroki:

For as long as he can remember, Todoroki has always wondered at the words that cling to his hip, forming the words his soulmate will say to him at some point. The words make him both hopeful and silently worried.

Todoroki decides years later, that it doesn’t matter what fate wrote on his body.

He lives his life to the fullest, falls in love and creates his own place in this world, protecting the people he loves and working on being better than yesterday and making sure he allows himself the time to breathe too.

Over the years, the words on his hip don’t lose significance, but Todoroki doesn’t stare at them anymore. The most he does is brush over them when he catches sight of the ink in the mirror, before he pulls his thoughts away.

He grows old this way, with his partner and friends, more scars than he started out with and with the loss of one or another loved one carved into quiet, special parts of his heart. In the end though, he can say he’s happy, even when his hands grow shaky and he sits in the sun for long hours, his limbs a tad achy.

His partner gets worse before him, their strength leaving them and one day he sits beside them, quietly reading them their favorite story and listening to their slowing breaths. It won’t take long anymore, he knows, even if he refuses to acknowledge that thought.

Suddenly, their hand brushes his where he holds the book and he stops to entwine their fingers. When he questioningly looks down at them, his breath steals out of his lungs at the warm and loving smile they give him. In the next second, his throat clogs up, when their gaze turns distant and he knows, he knows they won’t look back anymore.

“I always knew it was you, I always knew you were the right one for me ” They say, words heavy and slow, spoken on a soft, last exhale. It’s the same words Todoroki has inked across his hip and the book drops into his lap when their grip grows limp in his hand and their breaths cease.

Pressing his eyes closed and choking up on tears, he brushes a feather light kiss on the back of their hand.

“I loved you regardless of it.” He whispers out into the silent room. “I always did.”


Bakugou:

He rushes forward, his hands numb and his feet carrying him with fast, harsh strides. The air seems to catch in his lungs and his breaths rasp past his throat on every exhale. His mind is numb with circling thoughts.

Let them be alright, please, fuck, they better fucking be okay, shit they have to make it, is the most prominent one, echoing through his head with force and desperation as he rips open the door to the hospital.

Grabbing the next best nurse, he barks questions at them, barely giving the nurse enough time to respond and tell him to calm down, before he finds out that his partner is in surgery and that he needs to stay in the waiting room.

With a low growl, Bakugou does as told and prowls along the walls and uncomfortable plastic chairs. He can’t sit still, he is too jittery and his nerves sing with restlessness, his spine alive with repressed fear and worry.

He barely notices the mother in the waiting room, who grabs her kid and leaves, eyeing him nervously. Bakugou keeps pacing back and forth, his hands cold and fingers shaky and he keeps glancing at the clock again and again, his breaths trembling in his chest.

Then a doctor walks in and Bakugou sees the man’s face and he knows. He knows what the answer is right away and he feels himself chocking up on his breaths, his lungs hurting and his heart feels like it stopped beating for long, painful seconds. His mind is wiped blank and for a moment he has the almost delirious urge to slug the doctor, to punch him in his apologetic face and scream until his throat is as raw as he feels.

Bakugou barely hears what the man tells him, that a drunk driver ran into his partner and they died on the operation table barely a few minutes ago. All Bakugou can think is, that they were lying somewhere in the same building as him, fighting for their life and then dying without a single loved one at their side. Without him being there to hold their hand or to yell at them, to beg them to keep fighting.

Once the doctor leaves again, to get some papers Bakugou doesn’t care about, a nervous nurse steps up to him and clears his throat.

“They had some last words, if you want to hear them.” The man murmurs and can’t meet his eyes for more than short seconds. “I was supposed to tell you that ‘I’m sorry I’m going to miss our date, I wanted to bring you flowers for once’.”

Bakugou just freezes and feels the burn of the words on his back, his skin itching with what is inked there. And oh, oh he finally gets it. They always were his soulmate; they must have been with how much he loved them. How had he not seen it before? How had he not realized that fate was a cruel piece of shit?

Once the paramedic leaves, Bakugou forces himself to breathe as the whole room starts to blur horribly and his lungs refuse to draw a proper breath. Gasping for air and feeling like everything spins around him, a broken sound fights past his clenched teeth, followed by another.

anonymous asked:

Hi ! I'm curious, you don't have to answer if I'm out of line or you just don't want to. You don't understand when people speak irl but you are capable of understanding when people write? So I assume it's an issue with vocal? I don't mean hearing problem but more processing vocal information? Can you explain how it works? (sorry if I said something offensive, It really is not the point of this message)

I’ve talked about it before lots of times but I know I has babbled lots over the years and even I can’t find stuff I know is here sos is kay you didn’t see it.
Answering questions like this is kind of what this blog turned into - explaining what it’s like to be a nonverbal autistic since many of us do not get the luxury of being taught to communicate without mouth noise.
Short answer - I did have the mouth-noise form of communication for a very short time, then regressed. My Mom noticed and started teaching me reading and writing while she looked for a doc that wouldn’t just write me off as a waste of time (I has medical issues they thought would kill me young).
I can grasp spoken words if there is only a few of them then give me time to think through them. I can even make them (in the sense that the squeaky slurry noises I make can be understood by people that know me).
Written words aren’t really a lot easier - it’s just that I have time to work with them, unlike with mouth noises. When someone sends a message (like yours) they do not expect an instant response, so I can take my time going over the words over and over again and building the structures in my head that I can process. When people talk, they usually don’t even pause after a few words so by the time I have figured out the first sentence they are into chapter two of their question and I am lost.

Nonverbal people need time to process things not because we are slow of thought but because we are doing inline translation of word-to-idea and idea-to-word and that is a massive processing power thing. Like having your computer need to translate every email into other languages - grammatically correct (which is still not even a working thing) - before sending it, and doing the same with every incoming one, while also dealing with lights that blind it, sounds that stun it, static electricity jumbling its memory, a faulty disk drive that makes past messages appear to be missing, joysticks that sometimes respond smoothly, sometimes get stuck, and a keyboard that keeps changing where the keys are. 

You were not offensive and I like having a chance to tell people what it’s like to be a nonverbal autistic. We aren’t what people think we are.

anonymous asked:

so i really wanna start writing this nessian long fic but i'm so afraid bc there's so many talented writers in this fandom like you and i just don't know if anyone will like it or even read it idek any advice for people like me who are hesitant to start writing fic for this fandom (or any fandom really)??

Okay okay okay (I suck at advice but I will try okay okay trying:) 

So first things first if you have a thing inside your head that you want to write write it. Get it out of your head. It is doing you no good in there (well okay it kinda is because story ideas are fun to sit and imagine and that’s nice) but it’s even better putting it down on paper!!! Set the idea freeee. Seriously. If you have that itch to write give in to it. It’s a rare enough thing that it should be cherished and indulged in when it deigns to appear. In short: JUST WRITE THE THING!!!! 

The second part of that is posting the thing. Which you do not have to do. You can just write things for you, you know? In fact I think that’s the better way (and it’s Hard, dude, I know it is, because sometimes you’re just like….could ppl pls shower me with love it makes me want to keep writing (one nice comment will power my scribbling for days I know how it goes)) but these ideas are yours and you should own them and enjoy them just for you. Just because it feels good to have written this thing and put your ideas out there whether other people respond to them or not. 

Posting fic is scary af I still don’t like it (I scuttle off to bed…pretty much as soon as I’ve posted whatever it is I’m posting I GET IT DUDE) but it’s also a lot of fun? Most of the awesome people I’ve met through fandom I’ve met through fic too; it gets people talking and that’s good. This fandom is actually pretty responsive towards fic in that…I think a solid 70-80% of them actually read it/go looking for it/interact with it in some way and that’s really cool? So if this is your starting point it’s good!!! 

Also okay, I’m blatantly ripping this off from some post or other I have seen floating around this website but it’s like. Fic authors and fic readers see their fic in very different ways. Fic authors look at their fic and then they look at someone else’s fic and they do this: :( because that person’s writing is so much better than mine, their fics are so much better, I will never be as good as them I should just not even try. Fic readers look at other people’s fic and they go: :O Fic readers look at your fic and they go: :O Fic readers look at fics and are like omg a giant juicy chocolate cake and a glorious cheesecake. Different cake is still cake and all cake is good (the original post explained this so much better than me I’m just like…pointing that out in case it needed to be said) 

The point is that no fic reader in the universe reads one fic and really likes it then goes and reads another fic and likes it a little bit better and then right, well, that last one was obviously garbage. I’m not bothering with them anymore what’s the point. I have found it. This is the one. This is the ultimate fic. We have found The One And Only fic author in this fandom we are ever going to read we don’t need any others, we don’t want any other fic ever because we have this one and it is perfect and what is the point of any of the other ones? Fic readers are like omg someone has written a fic of my otp! Omg someone else has written a fic of my otp! omg they’re both amazing I’m going to read them both 16 times and drown in them. 

Fandom isn’t a competition, producing fanworks isn’t a competition either (listen I am aware this shit is difficult to actually take in okay I’M AWARE BELIEVE ME)  But I think if you love something enough that you have all these ideas for it and you want to write them you should write them. and then if you want to post them and share them with people you should do that too? 

I mean…Maybe you will post it and…maybe no-one will read it or like but….I mean atm you just don’t know? At the moment no-one can read it or like it or love it because it hasn’t been written yet?? So I can’t tell you that people will love it but I can tell you that no-one will while it’s stuck inside your head, you know? 

But, I don’t know, I suppose, if you can drag anything out of this quagmire of wiffle it’s that…If you care about something enough that you want to write it you should do that. At least try. Stick your pen on a piece of paper and see what happens. Maybe it goes nowhere and you can’t get through it. Maybe you write 10k in a night and fall in love. But just sort of hovering here in limbo all that’s going to happen is eventually that idea will fade away and maybe one day you’ll be sad that you didn’t just…try to see what might come of it? 

TL;DR: Write the thing. You have enough of a passion to want to write, don’t ignore that. Post the thing if you feel able to once you’ve written the thing. What’s the worst thing that can happen if you try?? 

anonymous asked:

I'm a little shy to ask 😂 but can I have some nsfw Ieyasu-MC? First time bedding MC Ieyasu is shy but he needs to keep the aparences so he try to act cool about it =but the truth is that hes still a Virgin= so even if he try to keep it like he don't want it in the beginning, he is in fact pretty sweet when MC make him feel confident cause she loves him and he is madly in love with MC(he don't want to accept it loud but he knows that he would die to protect her) Ieyasu shows his love with kisses

You know what… I really intended for this to be NSFW, but it ended up… not. There’s lots of kissing, though. Sorry?? 

also there’s absolutely nothing shameful about being a virgin but you should at least give your partner a heads up before doing the do please and thank you

a moment like this

Summary: There are some things Ieyasu doesn’t want to share with her. The fact that he’s (also) a virgin is only one of them.
[SFW, fluff, 578 words, warnings for Ieyasu being overly conscious of his virginity/inexperience and lots of kissing, title from Kelly Clarkson’s A Moment Like This because I am convinced that song is about losing your virginity.]

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Chill Pill - Avengers x Reader

A/N: Okay, so this was so annoying because I was feeling it with Vision and then it was like “oh my god what about Pietro that would just be hilarious” ‘cause trying to get him to sit still to look at the clouds? But guess what? You’ll have to read this to find out what I wound up doing!

Request: “After you do the song challenge, would you consider doing something litte and cute with teaching Vision how to chill out? Like binge watching netflix or just staring at the clouds? If you aren’t feeling Vision it would be cute with Pietro or Bruce too. Whatever you write I’ll read.” This courtesy of @travelwithwords.

Taglist: @courtneychicken, @travelwithwords​.

Summary: After a long mission upon which you may or may not have said something regrettable, who doesn’t want to relax? Unfortunately, it seems that some people don’t know how, and you take it upon yourself to show them.

Warnings: I think there’s no swearing! If there is I’ll just have to update this.

Other Notes: Gender neutral reader, of course. I hope you like it!

“Get off my back!”

You scowled at Vision while turned away, walking quickly.

“No, I won’t. You need to-”

“Take a chill pill.”

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anonymous asked:

So there's a lot of arguments about not feeding wildlife. Does that apply to all wildlife or just to predators? Would it be wrong to feed birds or squirrels, or just things like bears that could hurt someone?

With birds & squirrels specifically, and depending on what you’re putting out, IMO, it’s okay. Some people would disagree & push for no feeding wildlife at all. The reasons I say it’s probably fine:

- Both birds & squirrels don’t typically become dependent on just one food source. With birds especially, I remember seeing a study that showed they will adjust easily with other food sources if a human-provided feeder goes empty. (I’m sorry, I can find a source later if someone requests such - I’m exhausted, but wanted to answer this before bed.)

- Most songbirds & squirrels are less likely to become actively aggressive or destructive if the food source goes dry or changes. They also don’t have pose as many serious health risks to humans/domestic pets (that’s not to say they pose NO threats).

- It helps remind people to take time to appreciate nature.

Some considerations that I think should be taken into account if feeding birds and/or squirrels:

- Make sure the food is healthy & appropriate for them. I had a family friend that was putting sunflower seeds out for their squirrels. A great treat! Much appreciated by their yard squirrels! …The squirrels got FAT. Sunflower seeds are okay in moderation, but not as a never-ending banquet. For birds, different species come to different seed mixes & may need specialized feeders, so that takes a bit of research. If you feed hummingbirds & orioles, make sure the food you put out is safe and make sure you’re changing it regularly because it can make them sick if it goes bad. We cleaned & changed our hummingbird & oriole feeders daily in the summer at the wildlife rehab.

- Keep in mind that there still IS the possibility that squirrels may become overly used to people & come too close. They are still wild animals and they pack a good bite. Do not encourage hand feeding or your direct presence with food, especially if you’re in a public area (college campus, etc.) where there are other people around. They can also seriously injure dogs if a dog goes after one & actually grabs it. 

- Take a look at what other wildlife you have in the area. You may well attract some less welcome guests if you’re putting food out - raccoons, skunks, potentially coyotes, bears, etc. 

- Last thing I can currently think of that isn’t really a reason to NOT do it, just a thing to keep in mind - if you have a bird feeder out, there is a possibility that you may end up with bird-eating predators hanging out. IMO, it’s a good idea to discourage/drive away outdoor/feral cats away from your feeders. They have no business hunting birds. 

But you may also end up with natural predators like Cooper’s Hawks (depending on your location). This is normal & just something to deal with. I’ve heard of people (especially older folks) getting really upset about hawks going after their pretty songbirds, but it’s just kind of part of nature. And it IS illegal to harm or kill the hawk, so it’s really not advised to try & do anything about it. (I had an elderly guy tell me about how he used to kill hawks going after his bird feeder birds at one of my first solo educational programs and I was at a total loss for how to respond without just yelling at him. It sucked!)

Oh, and a last note - WATER is especially helpful for a lot of wildlife too, and not a lot of people think of it! Especially in the city & in the winter, water can be a very scarce resource, so having a safe watering station for your local wildlife can be super appreciated. And again, make sure you’re keeping it clean so it doesn’t become a potential danger to them.

anonymous asked:

(@ prompt post i sENT YOU LIKE FIVE I'M SORRY YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE ALL OF THEM) don't touch me I'm emo

set in my coffeeshop au (this got long and kinda emo so i’m putting it under a read more rip)

dongmin had warned bin, four years ago at the beginning of their relationship that dating an actor might not be easy. acting took up so much time–it was all dongmin could do sometimes to make it to their shared apartment before bin went to sleep for the night. even then, though, he often didn’t make it, and would come home to bin snoring away.

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lovelyebb  asked:

Is the podcast going to stay 100% quiet until fall or do you have any kind of bonus content planned? (Because I don't know how I'm gonna survive waiting until fall XD)

A few people have been asking us this and I’m so flattered and happy that people are that anxious for new content! But sadly the answer is no. I was able to do the Sam minis last summer because all they required was me and a mic and they narratively made sense. I don’t know what the equivalent for this hiatus would be. 

To demystify things a little, we wrapped production on this season in mid-April, I was done with my edit a few weeks later and then a week after that I went immediately into pre-production for Season 4. So I’ve been working on S4 for about a month and I’m already starting to get worried about having things done in time to go back into production in July/August. 

While I have an incredible sound designer and composer and the absolute best team of actors who are all passionate about the show and willing to toss around ideas with me, contribute to the bonus content etc., I am still the sole writer/producer/director/business manager/social media marketing gal/IT guy for the show and I still do it for free (I pay myself for acting though, which is nice). Some lovely people have offered/expressed interest in helping out but I don’t feel comfortable asking someone to take on that workload and not pay them - if someone is going to do unpaid labor, I’d rather it was me (also I’m a bit of a control freak, whoops). 

I’m not saying all this to be all, “oh woe is me, I work so hard” - I am so freakin’ lucky to have the life that I do. Yeah, I work a lot, but I love what I do and it’s all worth it when I get to make an episode with my super talented team and then release it to you all. I’m just laying all this out because with our success comes the assumption that there’s this huge machine churning this show out. (I’m not saying you assume that, but I’ve responded to emails before and gotten emails back saying, “wow, I can’t believe you responded, I was expecting to jump through PR hoops!” and I’m always like…I am our PR person. No one else has access to this email. I’m currently eating cereal in my pajamas). 

We still record in my bedroom. I still spend a ton of time on social media trying to get the show into new ears or googling how to do stuff because I still don’t know what I’m doing. I would love to release a new episode every week but there’s scheduling conflicts, leaf blowers outside my bedroom window that make recording impossible, weeks when my for-rent job offers more hours and I have to snatch them up so I can make a little extra money - there’s so much practical nonsense that goes into this that I don’t often get to write as much as I would like. But I’m working on the “get paid for writing” part of my life and then hopefully I can become some sort of content machine. 

This is all very long-winded and unnecessary but I hope pulling back the curtain makes the waiting a little bit easier. And I really hope that this encourages people who think they can’t do something without a big team or a lot of money - you can. I make no guarantees about what will happen to your social life/sleep cycle, but it is possible. If you love the idea, you can get it out there. 

That all being said, there’s gonna be some more mixtape-y stuff coming out over the summer and maybe some sort of livestream Q&A type thing with more of the team, if that’s something people would be into. And maybe I’ll actually start to put a dent in our show’s tumblr inbox. 

sentence prompts [100]

1. “did you really think they loved you?”

2. “do you have any idea how many packs of ramen i could have bought with that kind of money?”

3. “i can’t make it stop because i don’t even know what it is”

4. “your email password is ‘ibetyouwontguessmypassword’… you are literally the opposite of mysterious”

5. “shh.. hey shh, i’ve got you alright?”

6. “it’s not that i don’t like them.. its just that make me wants to slam my head against a wall”

7. “there’s so much to think about”

8. “i think you’re indirectly saying that you like me but i’m not really sure and i'm really bad at picking up on signals so please be straightforward before i embarrass myself any further”

9. “you deserve to hear those words but i can’t be the one to say them to you”

10. “i hate everyone, its just that i hate you slightly less”

11. “i mean it’s the only way… right?”

12. “when i said ‘break a leg’ this is not what i fucking meant”

13. “how do you know when?” 

14. “i’m so tired i’m starting to imagine things. like, i think your face in inching closer to me but that could totally just be the lack of sleep and-mmm”

15. “stop fucking crying” 

16. “when people talk about being awkward.. do they not realize that real awkwardness is throwing up on a casket at a funeral, not just pretending to be embarrassed when you ‘accidentally’ bump into a hot guy?”

17. “i can’t make this decision for you”

18. “would you stop looking at me like that?”

19. “no, like.. what do you really want?”

20. “remember that time you stepped in dog shit on our first day of school and you had white shoes on and- and why are you making threatening hand gestures at me?”

21. “i’m a fucking mess”

22. “oh my god i think i just peed”

23. “god! stop it! why do you always fucking do that?”

24. “dude, you remember that commercial with the lady that falls down the stairs and can’t get up? yeah.. that’s basically you right now”

25. “why didn’t you love them?”

26. “that is my muffin you fucking jerk face”

27. “I just don't get it, no matter how hard i try”

28. “did i mention how much i hate you? oh i have?… well just a reminder.”

29. “either shut up and take a nap with me or leave”

30. “you’re so far gone”

31. “you spent 20 minutes trying to teach a chair how to respond to it’s name… i think it’s safe to say that you were drunk as hell”

32. “everything just kind of.. hurts, i guess”

33. “hey have you seen my- are you crying over that damn disney movie again?”

34. “i’m not them”

35. “what the hell do you mean you’re not a dog person?”

36. “i can't”

37. “did you just.. did you just snort?”

38. “i don't want this”

39. “did you just give me the middle finger?” 

40. “you’re making this worse for yourself, you do realize that right?”

41. “rock, paper, sciss- fuck!”

42. “i know i don’t deserve it, but please?”

43. “are you sure you’re studying because this looks like the intro to a very poorly funded porno”

44. “want me. need me. crave me”

45. “i’m trying to write a poem but i can’t think of anything that rhymes with- what are you looking at?” 

46. “i should have noticed”

47. “listen as much as i love your hugs, i can’t really breathe at the moment”

48. “breathe with me. in. and out.”

49. “what do you mean you’ve never owned a rubber ducky?”

50. “you are so fucking beautiful and you can’t even see it”

51. “how does he expect me to run to class when i can barely walk up one flight of stairs without heaving afterwards for five minutes straight?”

52. “stop saying sorry”

53. “yeah, uh, what the fuck”

54. “i can’t remember a time when i didn’t feel this way”

55. “hi i’m- wow you are a beautiful and i just made this so uncomfortable by saying that out loud”

56. “i’m so sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry”

57. “so you can punch someone in the face but you can’t kill a spider?

58. “i keep telling myself to ‘stop waiting’ but here i am.. still waiting”

59. “how is it 3:00a.m, i thought it was like 10:00p.m”

60. “i almost long for it now”

61. “they love me, they love me not, they love me, they love me n- wait fuck there’s only one petal left, i always knew this game was rigged”

62. “you’re scaring me”

63. “you literally roll your eyes every other minute, how are your eyes not stuck in the back of your head by now?”

64. “how can’t you see that you deserve so much better than me?”

65. “i am 99% sure that the world is out to get me, the other 1% is holding onto the hope that my 11:11 wishes are valid”

66. “wait, are you crying?”

67. “wow that dry drool on your chin really suits you”

68. “are you drunk?”

69. “don’t ask me about my feelings when you already know exactly what I'm feeling”

70. “i may or may not have possibly accidentally maybe stained your favorite sweatshirt?”

71. “is it not enough?”

72. “so, any questions, imbeciles?”

73. “they love me, you’re wrong”

74. “there is a very large chance that i like you back.. but like, who knows..”

75. “you’re not supposed to eat that part!”

76. “i was waiting for you and you knew it and still, you did nothing about it”

77. “please stop tickling my neck it’s not funn- oh my god!”

78. “i know that you never really listen to your voicemails but here i am anyways and i just wanted to say…”

79. “it’s not my fault i’m so devilishly handsome”

80. “i didn’t mean to, i don’t- I'm not, i-”

81. “me too. wait no i mean like- i love you too. not me. i don’t love me too. not that i’m insecure. i just meant like that i love you not me. does that make sense?

82. ”i didn’t mean to make them cry!”

83. “everyone is always saying that i don’t have to have a plan yet. but if that’s the case, then why does it seem like everyone else has a plan except for me?”

84. “i think i’m gonna throw up..”

85. “you’re always saying how tired you are. but what exactly is it that you’re tired of? because i know it’s not just the lack of sleep.”

86. “maybe it was the 7 doughnuts. but I mean, just a guess”

87. “stop yelling at me!”

88. “so a little birdy told me that you think i’m cute?”

89. “i was so in love with who i thought they were”

90. “did you really mean what you said back there?”

91. “i’m so tired of feeling unwanted”

92. “i wrote you just like i promised, like we promised. why didn’t you ever write back?”

93. “i didn’t know you could sing”

94. “why are you being so cold”

95. “you said i was the one you wanted”

96. “tell me what to do, please!”

97. “i’m so sleepy”

98. “can we stay home and watch documentaries on netflix?”

99. “i triple dog dare you”

100. “do you think you could teach me how to swim?”

“Everyone says how pretty I am and how much they want to be like me. I thank them. But why can’t I believe them?” (r.i.d)

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry but it was two weeks ago not 2 days or whatever, don't bring up that disability thing bc you clearly are high functioning (yeah it might ableist but we need categories to understand faster, not everyone is on the same level on autism and I'm not a liberal anyway, to care about it).

TW: Ableism, Caps Lock, Swearing, Negativity

(I know I said we wouldn’t be answering anything like this, but I feel the need to respond to this one as this is the same asshole who prompted my post earlier today.)

First, you can fuck off.

If your ask hasn’t been answered in over two weeks, we don’t have it. Tumblr eats asks. This is well known across Tumblr. If you can’t accept that, I’m sorry that you’re so dense that you can’t accept reality. 

You are a fucking asshole and I don’t want you anywhere near this blog ever again.

You have no idea what “functioning level” I am as you don’t know me at all. You have no idea what struggles I do or do not have. Further, even if I am “high-functioning,” I have an alphabet soup of physical and mental diagnoses that disable me that are NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. 

This blog is all volunteer effort. We don’t owe you a goddamn thing, you self-righteous, entitled bigot. We answer asks on our own time for zero pay. We owe you absolutely nothing and your shit attitude is completely uncalled for. 

Oh, and what about blocking us like you said you were? Clearly you didn’t. 

Don’t bother writing back. Your future asks will be deleted. We don’t need an ableist shithead like you on this blog nor do we have any desire to help someone as nasty and self-centered as you are. 

Oh, and just to make my point very clear, FUCK OFF. 

-Sabrina

(I know this may seem extreme to some of our followers, but this person has already sent nasty asks in that were deleted. I may be very understanding and positive most of the time on here, but when someone decides to make a comment like this, my claws come out. I’m sorry if this negativity upsets any of our followers)

anonymous asked:

May I please have some Romanian Coven quirks or sillies? Lol. I saw your Vladimir headcannons and had to ask. Sorry, I'm in a bad place right now and I'm literally questioning my existence, and I need a laugh. Haha. I love your blog so much! And thank you for taking the time to answer and respond! 💐✨

[Anon, I hope you get out of the bad place soon. While questioning one’s existence in the philosophical sense is all well and good, please begin with the assumption that you are loved and have inherent worth. Because both are true 💕💕💕]

All right, let’s talk about the Romanians and their assorted weirdness. 

  • I like the idea of Stefan discovering modernity at his own pace. He got a television five years ago and keeps it covered with a blanket when it wasn’t on. ( “What if the little humans inside can see me?”) Any day now, he’ll find the internet and send whomever owns caius.volturi@gmail.com some really mean and slightly incoherent memes. Also, he totally stole the SkyMall catalogue off of the plane he took from Bucharest to Seattle in BD. He reads it in pieces and is saving for a footbath that is also an iPhone speaker. (Okay, that’s probably not a real thing, but SkyMall is absurd.)

  • Have I mentioned Vladimir’s tendency to harass municipal governments? I feel like I have, but I’m going to double down on that nonsense. 

    Vladimir resents crumbling old castles being reopened as tourist attractions. That’s his special lurking spot! How dare the humans do this?? So he comes to town hall meetings and writes furious letters to the editor and learns all about zoning codes. Once, in a fit of frustration, the city council just told him to run for office if he felt so deeply about the issue. Vladimir didn’t, but at least 150 write-in ballots with his name on it arrived to be counted on Election Day. (Most of them said something along the lines of “That strange, angry guy named Vlad”.)

  • Vladimir really, really enjoys hinting that he’s a vampire. Sometimes, when he’s out for a stroll, someone offers him a free sample of juice or tea or whatever, and he’s like, “I do not drink…[significant pause]…smoothies,” while making incredibly creepy eye-contact. Stefan pulls him away, apologizing loudly and insisting that his friend is lactose intolerant, nothing to see here.

  • Stefan commissioned a portrait of himself circa 1689. Just a little thing to make himself feel better about being conquered, and all that. The painter, for some inexplicable reason, painted him with a rather glorious moustache. Moustache!Stefan is hanging in a very prominent gallery somewhere, you can buy postcards of it and everything, and schoolchildren learn about it. Stefan is displeased and strangely proud. 

A continuation of this that I didn’t think I’d actually do but…here it is anyway.  Again, Blackmadhi, with implied past Blackbright/Phantomquill and a lot of focus on Simon’s mental state.  Deals once again with Simon’s PTSD and includes descriptions of a panic attack.  Approx. 2600 words.

After that first night, Simon would be lying if he said that things hadn’t gotten better with Nahyuta within the next couple of days.  

The investigation seemed to run smoother, and even though they still bickered some, it was mostly teasing, and the two prosecutors would smile at each other after delivering some half-hearted insults. Yes, once in a while they would actually get frustrated, but that was mostly due to the contrasts in their personalities.  Luckily, it would not really last.

Nahyuta was even able to find a local restaurant that specialized in Japanese food, and surprised Simon with that one evening, which had made him smile rather happily instead of just giving one of his trademark sly smirks.  He could have sworn he saw Nahyuta’s cheeks tinge pink after that, but perhaps he had just imagined it, because the foreign prosecutor had turned his face away.

Even the nights had gotten a little bit better, if only because Nahyuta had been able to drag him out of his nightmares almost as quickly as they began.  Each time he slept, as soon as Fulbright’s face materialized in his mind, Nahyuta was gently shaking Simon awake.  It was poetic, Simon couldn’t help but think…when Fulbright’s face – only existing in his unconscious thoughts – disappeared and Nahyuta’s took its place. At times, Simon had felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch the other prosecutor’s features…his cheeks, his hair, his lips…if only because Simon wanted to make sure that he was real.

And that his face was actually his own.

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boom clap (the sound of my heart)

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summary: You can learn a lot of things about someone during a thunderstorm. Sometimes even more than you bargained for. (A post-Jackady Ladrien/Adrinette one-shot)

a/n: this is dedicated to @gabzilla-z for inspiring me to write this silly thing and talking through the whole story, to  @matchaball for listening to me geek out over plot details, and @mylady-fangirling for helping me navigate my way through French expressions of surprise! ❤️❤️❤️

AO3 | Fanfiction


When Adrien Agreste learns that Ladybug is none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he feels like he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning—electrified, illuminated, and shocked to the core.

But he doesn’t know that yet.

All he knows is that in the two days that have passed since Ladybug came to the Agreste Mansion to help him save his father from being attacked by Jackady, he’s been replaying the events of the day in his mind over and over again, especially when he’s alone in his room in the evening.

The memories flash into his mind when he least expects them, distracting him from his surroundings completely. So when it happens again on this particular evening, he almost doesn’t even notice that Ladybug is standing on his window ledge, grinning and knocking on the glass.

Luckily, her knocks are loud enough to distract Adrien from his reverie, and he practically runs to the window to help her inside once he realizes that his lady is actually here in the flesh and not just in his imagination.

“Ladybug! It’s—it’s so nice to see you! What are you doing here?”

He hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

Salut, Adrien! I, um, just wanted to check up on you, to make sure that you and Monsieur Agreste are doing fine. Just a nightly check-in, since it’s been a few days! You know, hero duty and all. It’s what we do,” says Ladybug in a torrent of words.

She hopes she doesn’t sound as nervous as she feels.

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