Imagine that one day, it’s storming so hard and your OTP has no hope of defeating their boredom from being stuck inside. After hours with the storm still raging on, Person A thinks of a game that the two can play. Both Person A and Person B must stand outside in the rain for as long as they can, and whoever goes inside first loses. Although the risk of catching a cold is insanely high, Person B is too bored out of their mind to care and goes along with the game.
Bonus points if they both end up catching a cold, and one of them almost gets struck by lightning.
It was in the late hours of the night, when the trousers
were already half buttoned up, that the words ‘you could stay’ stalled the fingers and gave birth to a thought. A
tentative whispered thought of maybe.
It was during minutes so tense and so vulnerable, when they
were each lying on their side of the bed not sleeping and not talking either,
that the thought of maybe trembled
It was in the stilted moments, when the nervousness
thickened and a shaky laugh escaped from a closed up throat shattering the
tension, that the thought of maybe solidified.
It was in the instant, when a hand found a hand and
hesitated until warm unsure fingers entwined and squeezed ever so gently, that the
thought of maybe grew louder.
It was in the dark of the night, when the sleepy body finally
heard the soul and wrapped its arms around the torso beside it, that the
thought of maybe could no longer be
It was in the early hours of the morning, when eyes opened
sleepily and the arms realized they never wanted to let go, that the thought of
maybe left the mind and settled in
This is just a short little oneshot about Ohmwrecker, Ryan, and his dog, Buddy, based off of an amazing art piece that @king-draws recently posted. (sorry I can’t link the piece. I’m on moblie right now)
Hope you enjoy!
10 weeks ago, his dad got remarried.
9 weeks ago, Ryan moved in with his mom.
8 weeks ago, he turned eighteen.
7 weeks ago, his first job application went out.
6 weeks ago, his mom got remarried.
5 weeks ago, both of his parents had kicked him out.
4 weeks ago, he stopped driving his car to potential jobs to save on money.
3 weeks ago, he started asking for spare change on the side of the street.
2 weeks ago, he had gotten a minimum wage job offer.
1 week ago, Ryan was still living on the streets alone.
Iris stared down at the offensive mark on the stick and felt frustration and anger well up in her instead of the usual familiar overwhelming despair.
She was pushing her luck, and she knew it. Well over a month had passed since she and Barry had last had sex. His absence in her life left her aching with no apparent relief in sight. Holding onto memories, reminding herself she should be grateful for the time they did have together, and plunging ahead with her job and assisting her brother as the new Flash of the city didn’t fill the hole she felt growing deeper inside her. She knew it would never.
She needed Barry. She missed him desperately. His arms around her, his kiss on her lips, his body wrapped around her while they lay quietly sleeping in bed, his whispers of I love you’s murmured her ear, the tickle of his breath on her neck. She missed all of it. She wore his shirt to bed every night. She never washed it. She knew she’d have to eventually. It hardly smelled of him anymore. Just her and the cold sweats she woke up with when the nightmares became too real, the memory of that night.
Her last hope was the possibility of their child growing inside her. Because then at least she’d have a piece of him. A piece of her Barry to carry with her all the days of the rest of her life.
She’d tested herself every day for the last couple weeks and come up negative every time. The cramps she’d woken up with that morning made her hopelessly wish they were a sign of vomiting to come, but deep down she knew better.
She was late. She wasn’t pregnant. In a few days or maybe even later today, there would be proof of that.
She clenched her fist, dropped the stick into the trash, and not for the first time cursed her every reminder to Barry that despite being on birth control, they should use condoms too. Just to be safe.
Just to be safe, she mocked her past self scathingly.
They were always so desperate for each other, but they never were unsafe. Except that once. But that was months ago. And quite obviously, she hadn’t been pregnant.
Her anger dissolved as the tears ran down her cheeks and she rubbed her hand over her flat belly.
“I just want a little piece of you, Bear.”
She went and sat on the closed toilet, ran a hand through her hair and propped her elbow on the counter.
“Just one little piece of you to get me through the rest of my life.”
Got any references for writing Dave? I really don't wanna mess up when writing him.
Oh man ok so a lot of this is personal preference but also based in canon so here we go here are the first things that come to mind. Some of this assumes you are writing in a canon setting.
-Dave is a dork. He tries to be cool and smooth and shit but in reality he’s like “Hey Karkat I uh…shit I just thought I should tell you” *coughs* “that like. You’re cool. Like, cool as a cucumber dipped in the freezing waters of Antarctica. Cool.”
-Metaphors. Sometimes they’re good. Sometimes they’re. Not. Generally they’re really convoluted and stop making sense a couple sentences in. But! He doesn’t *always* use metaphors exclusively. If he’s comfortable with someone, he will probably be a little more direct. His metaphors are a part of the persona he puts on.
-God this boy can ramble. Tangent after tangent after tangent he will just keep talking. If he realizes he needs to stop, he will, but especially if he’s nervous or stressed or trying to hide something he will ramble a lot. Just go with it don’t think about it too much or it might feel unnatural.
-He is very empathetic. Depending on the time of his life you are writing in, it will be more or less apparent. As he grows, he lets it show that he really does understand and sympathize for other people a lot.
-He has a very loose-sounding form of speaking. It sounds like he doesn’t think before he says/types. We know he *does* but he makes it sound like he doesnt. Of course, there are times he really doesn’t (Freudian slips) but he *is* very guarded.
-His past. He’s got a lot brewing beneath that mask of his. Don’t forget-he had one of the most fucked up lives. Especially if writing him on the meteor or later, you have to think about what might trigger or upset him and what the repercussions are of the abuse he had to deal with and the experiences in the game (if you need help analyzing that let me know bc I spent a lot of time on that too). Things like metal against metal, blood, people sneaking up behind him, possibly people who look like bro (Dirk), his need to hoard food, fear of not being good enough or being abandoned, etc. All these things play a crucial part to how Dave acts a lot of the time. Even while hiding under his mask, it will effect his actions.
-Going off that, don’t forget that that mask? It’s been trained into him. Even post-game, it’s going to be really hard for him to let it down. We can see that he’s definitely doing a *lot* better but everyone still has bad days and for him, it’s going to be natural to instinctively put up a protective persona. He won’t have One Good Experience™ and be able to shut down that mask, even if you make it in the sense of one person. Say Karkat. He won’t have One Good Experience™ with Karkat (ie: Karkat assuring him during a panic attack or something) and instantly always be fine with Karkat or not have the mask up when they are alone. He’s scared.
-Just. His past is important. His psychological issues are important. So important they make up half these bullet points lol.
These are all the things I can think of off the top of my head!! There’s definitely more, and you have to really get to know and study Dave’s character, but these are definitely big parts of writing him. Let me know if you need any other help (again, looking at Dave’s experiences and how they will affect his psyche) or want me to read over whatever you write! I love beta reading stuff for people.
If anyone has anything they want to add to this, feel free!
Hello! I am absolutely in love with your Designation: Miracle series. They are the best stories I've ever read for KnB. I kind of have this headcanon for them, though, that while we know the Miracles are super protective of their own human partners, they are also protective of *each others* human partners. So I was wondering if you could do something like that maybe please? If you don't want to, that's fine, you're still amazing and I love you :)
Kasamatsu has never
spent a great deal of time with the other Miracles, despite the fact that he’s
known them all the longest. He understands now that had been entirely Kise’s
intent, and he thinks it’s a good sign when Kise suggests they go shopping with
Aomine and Momoi. It means that the other boy has finally accepted that
Kasamatsu isn’t going anywhere, that he doesn’t need to be so possessive of
Kasamatsu’s time, that he doesn’t have to view everyone as a potential threat
who might take Kasamatsu’s attention away from him. Kasamatsu definitely
approves of all the implications of the progress Kise has made over the years.
He just wishes Aomine
wasn’t so damn weird.
‘Weird’ might be the
wrong word, he thinks. Unsettling is probably the more accurate
description. Kasamatsu has often thought Aomine is like a wild animal on the
court—all instinct and agility and fierce power. Aomine is loud on the
court—not vocally, but his presence shouts at everyone who watches. He’s
someone you pay attention to, whether you want to or not.
Now they’re not on the
court, they’re hanging out in a shopping mall plaza. Momoi and Kise are cooing
over some magazine and Aomine is just staring. Watching, silently, the people
who are around them, watching anyone who approaches, watching Kasamatsu.
It’s like he’s on the
alert. Quiet, and stealthy, like a hunter.
And it’s very
He gets up to buy a
drink, mostly to catch his breath more than anything else. He likes all the
Miracles, but they can be intense, even when they’re just out having fun.
When he turns to head
back someone bumps into his shoulder and says, “Watch it.”
“Oh, you’re sorry?”
the guy says, and his two buddies snicker. “If apologies were enough we
wouldn’t need the cops.”
because it’s just so stereotypical it’s absurd. He’s never had much use for
overt displays of machismo, and has no desire whatsoever to engage. “I am very
sorry,” he says, mildly. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Hey, you think—”
Something slams on the
table next to them, causing everyone to jump. It’s Aomine, suddenly there, bristling
and so obviously ready to fight. “He said he was sorry. You have a problem?”
And Kasamatsu will say
this for the guys, they clearly recognize the bigger threat.
Kasamatsu would laugh
at how quickly they exit, if he wasn’t so thoroughly confused.
“Are you protecting
me?” Kasamatsu exclaims.
Aomine’s scowl is more
petulant than threatening. “Yeah, so?”
So you’re my junior,
Kasamatsu thinks, so you don’t even go to my school, so I barely know you, so I
don’t need protecting and definitely not from you. All of those things
seem a bit too harsh to say. He does say, “Why?”
“Do you even
understand what would happen to him?” Aomine says, his whole manner shifting
and the anger in his voice gives Kasamatsu goosebumps. He is once again
reminded of a predator. “If anything happened to you, that would be it for him,
you get that, right?”
Sometimes, it still
makes him uncomfortable. How much he means to Kise. It scares him sometimes.
Not because he doesn’t reciprocate, but because it’s slightly terrifying being
that important to anyone. He is, perhaps, a bit wary against being someone’s all. And. Well. He does know. He saw a
bit of what Kise would be like, when they went to Iwatobi.
“I do get it,” he
says, his voice gruff. “But you don’t have to treat me like glass.”
Aomine narrows his
eyes. “I don’t think you do. You have too much power over him. I wish I could
have stopped it before it got this far. If you ever hurt him…”
frowns, “Are you protecting me or threatening me?”
“I can do both,”
Aomine says. “You’ve always been Kise’s biggest weakness and his biggest
Those are, Kasamatsu
thinks, both roles he very much does not want to have in Kise’s life and he
scowls at the Miracle for saying it. It also distinctly chafes to hear this
from Aomine. He pulls himself up straight and raises his chin (not that
it makes much of a difference, since Aomine is taller than him) and he refuses
to show any kind of submission to a kid two years his junior. “I would never
hurt Kise,” he growls, and if Aomine were anyone else Kasamatsu might be
holding him by his collar. “And I don’t need to you to keep me in line or
Aomine, to his
surprise, just smirks and slings an arm around his shoulder in a friendly manner.
“Sure, sure, senpai, whatever you say.”
“Hey!” Kise says when
they get closer to the table. “No touching Senpai, Aominecchi! Only I
get to touch Senpai, those are the rules—ow!”
“Shut up, brat,”
Kasamatsu says. The tap against Kise’s head is barely a flick. He thinks Kise’s
“ow” is mostly reactive, part for show, just like Kasamatsu’s tapping is a
show. (He could never actually hurt Kise.) When he sits down again, he takes
Kise’s hand in his under the table, and his skin grows warmer when Kise looks
at him in that intensely-focused Kise way.
Even though he’s not
looking in their direction, he feels Aomine and Momoi’s gaze, and thinks
probably all the Miracles are watching him and watching out for him, and it’s a
strange feeling, but not a bad one.
A/N: That is so kind of you to say, thank you, anon-friend! Headcanon 100%
accepted!!! I absolutely feel like the Miracles would also be
protective of each other’s significant others. (I picked one in particular, and
it got longer than intended, but I do think all the Miracles would feel the
same way about the other’s significant others). I decided I wanted to
focus on Kasamatsu and Aomine, and then also remembered it would work well with
a request by @angelsdontflytheysoar who wanted to see someone warn Kasamatsu about
hurting Kise. So thank you, friend, anon-friend, hope you enjoyed!! =D
why is everyone’s immediate reaction to isak saying “they didn’t beat me up” is variations of “he’s in denial”, “sure jan”, or “lol yeah right”??? I’ve been trying not to say anything since the beginning of this season but maybe y’all should really reflect on why, when it comes to sana and the balloon squad, some of you sound dangerously close to those pepsimax girls sana heard in the bathroom. I’m not saying whatever went down between isak and the balloon squad wasn’t on them since we don’t know what went down yet, but y’all sure as hell love to point fingers at those boys and sana every chance you get. maybe just take a second to think on why that might be.
List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little
detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working
on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.
my original stuff:
1. Chant of Stars (I hate translating titles, it sounds much cooler in German I swear >.<): Emri’s story. It’s a constant construction site. This bloodsucking monster will never be finished. It started out as a classical “Chosen One saves the world from the Big Bad” kinda thing years ago when I was like, thirteen, and by now it’s sort of an attempt to subvert some of those exact fantasy genre clichés. I’m not saying it’s clever or anything, but I’m working on it.
Here are some of the working titles this thing has had throughout the years:
Anxious Mage Is Doing His Best
Trying To Help But Inadvertently Just Making Things Worse: A Character Study
Death And Misfortune. Also At Least One (1) Cute Kitten.
Why Are There No Dragons In This
2. Also, here’s a months old drawing of Emri that I occasionally go back
to but have no stamina to actually finish because *gently fingerguns
backwards out the door*
3. Desert Sailor:Gil’s story. I’ve translated some snippets of it into English before, they’re here if anyone’s interested. It’s kind of bad since translations are hard and also this is all from the very first draft still, so… eh. I might go back to working on this one when I’m done with ANLG - though the motivation to work on my own stuff is really super low right now. After this whole fanfic experience where people are actually interested in what I write, it’d just be so goddamn lonely to go back to writing stuff nobody reads or cares about T-T
It’s on a bit of a hiatus at the moment because *quietly backflips out the window* Don’t worry I’ll finish it, I’ve just been working on it for too long now and I need a break.
2. Prompts: I still have 10 or 11 prompts in my inbox. I promise I have not forgotten about them! They’re really helping me getting over my ANLG writer’s block actually, the last one I did was super fun. I’ve started writing 2 more and taking notes on 3 others already. Some of them are very difficult for me actually, but I’ll do my best!
3. Sneak peak of a silly thing that I may or may not finish:
I wanted to do 2 of those, but it’s way more work than I thought and I draw very slowly, so lets see if I have enough willpower to complete these.
(Yes even low quality shitposts are too time consuming when I do them. Y’all have no idea how long I take to even finish one simple sketch T-T)
4. Sketches: Since we’re on the subject… I have 2 rough sketches lying around that I wanna finish at some point, one of Mob with a cat (because Mob+Cats will always give me feels) and one of - ehhhh terumob kisses? o///o Which. Yeah. I’m no good at drawing stuff like that so I might never ever post it, but I wanted to give it a try ^_^;
Okay you know what I think that’s long enough, I’m not gonna ramble about all the half finished sketches or vague story ideas I never really started, because most of those aren’t WIPs so much as they are just orphans abandoned by the side of the road at this point.