herstoryheaven · 3 months ago
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Lando Norris x Reader: Racing Through Fear
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Prompt: Y/n stands in the pouring rain among a crowd of Formula 1 fans. When Lando Norris' car crashes violently, Y/n doesn't hesitate to jump onto the track to save him. This act of bravery leads to the confession of hidden feelings.
Reader: Gender Neutral
Word count: 1840
Average reading time: 6 min 40 sec
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: This story contains intense scenes involving a race accident, resulting in injury and emotional distress. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.
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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.
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The rain was pouring down, drenching everything in sight. Y/n stood among the crowds of Formula 1 fans, her excitement mingled with an underlying layer of anxiety as the weather showed no signs of letting up. She pulled her raincoat tighter, shivering as the cold seeped through. The circuit was a mess, puddles forming everywhere, and the whispers of concern grew louder amongst the crowd.
"Is it even safe to race in this?" someone muttered nearby.
Despite the worried murmurs, the race went to a start. Engines roared to life, and the cars zoomed down the track, spraying water in their wake. Y/n's eyes were fixed on one car in particular, Lando Norris'. Her heart raced along with the cars, a mixture of pride and fear surging through her for her friend.
Several laps into the race, disaster struck. Lando's car hit a particularly treacherous patch of water, hydroplaning uncontrollably. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she watched the car veer off course, crashing violently into the barrier. The collective gasp from the crowd was deafening.
Red flags waved, and the race paused. Panic surged through Y/n as she realized there was no communication from Lando’s car. The team's radio was down, and there were no marshals nearby to assist. Her gaze fixed on the small fire beginning to form at the back of the car.
Without thinking, she bolted from her spot, jumping over the barriers and sprinting onto the track. Rain floods her face, blurring her vision, but she is determent. The only thing that mattered was reaching Lando.
"Lando!" she shouted, skidding to a stop beside the wrecked car. "Can you move?"
Lando groaned, clutching his wrist. "I... I can't, my wrist..."
Y/n's hands trembled as she removed the steering wheel, her heart pounding wildly. "You have to get out, now! There's oil leaking and a fire starting. The car might explode!"
Lando's eyes widened in realization, and with Y/n's help, he managed to climb out of the car. Together, they ran, the adrenaline giving them a burst of speed. They barely made it over the barrier when the car exploded, the force of the blast knocking them to the ground.
Lando instinctively covered Y/n with his body, shielding her from the flying debris. They lay there for a moment, panting and shaking. When the danger passed, Lando helped her to her feet, his eyes scanning her for injuries.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice shaky, his eyes searching hers with intensity.
Y/n nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Just a few scratches. What about you?"
"Just a sprained wrist, I think," he replied, wincing slightly.
Marshals finally arrived, ushering them both to the paddock for medical exams. Lando was checked first, and surprisingly, his injuries were minor. Meanwhile, Y/n tried to slip away, feeling out of place amongst the drivers and team members.
"Hey, where are you going?" Oscar called out, stopping her in her tracks. He jogged over, concern written all over his face.
Charles, Carlos, Max, and George quickly joined them, their expressions mirroring Oscar's worry. "Is Lando okay?" Charles asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
Y/n nodded, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "He's fine, just a sprained wrist I heard."
"And what about you?" Max asked gently, his gaze lingering on her face with genuine concern. His normally sharp, competitive demeanor softened due to the day’s events.
"I'm fine, really," Y/n insisted, though her voice wavered slightly. She tried to smile, but the adrenaline was still coursing through her, making her feel unsteady.
George placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch grounding. "Thank you for what you did. That was incredibly brave," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
Carlos stepped closer, his eyes warm and sincere. "You didn't hesitate for a second. That takes a lot of courage."
Y/n shrugged, feeling overwhelmed by their praise. "I just did what anyone would do. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing."
Oscar shook his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Not everyone would have had the guts to do what you did. You were amazing out there."
Charles nodded in agreement, a hint of a smile softening his features. "We all saw what happened. You saved Lando’s life."
Y/n felt a blush creep up her cheeks, the intensity of their gratitude and concern almost too much to bear. She had always admired these drivers from a distance, and now, here they were, complementing her for what she did.
Max took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. "You might not realize it, but you’re a hero today."
Before Y/n could respond, Lando emerged from the medical area, spotting her surrounded by the other drivers. His face lit up with relief and gratitude. He walked up to her, his eyes locking onto hers with a look of intense emotion. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
Y/n shrugged again, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I couldn't just sit there and watch you possibly die."
Lando pulled her into a gentle hug, his warmth seeping into her cold, damp skin. "I owe you my life," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. He pulled back slightly, noticing her soaked clothes and trembling hands. "Come on, let's get you into something dry."
The other drivers nodded, stepping back to give them space. "We'll catch up with you both later," George said with a reassuring smile.
He led her to the McLaren hospitality area, handing her his hoodie and a pair of women’s sweatpants he found. She changed quickly, feeling a warmth spread through her from the dry clothes and Lando's kindness.
The race was canceled due to the severe weather, and Y/n found herself sitting with Lando, talking quietly. She explained her actions, her voice trembling at the thought of what could have happened. Lando reached out, taking her hand in his, their fingers intertwining.
"Thank you for saving me," he said again, his thumb stroking her hand gently. "But promise me you'll never do something so reckless again."
Y/n managed a small smile, her heart fluttering at his touch. "Only if you promise not to be so reckless on the track."
He chuckled softly, squeezing her hand. "Deal."
As they sat together in the quiet of the McLaren hospitality area, the events of today but a distant memory. The adrenaline that had once coursed through their veins had settled into a serene calm. Lando's thumb traced gentle patterns on the back of Y/n's hand, anchoring them both in the moment.
"Y/n," Lando began softly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter, "I don't know how to thank you properly. What you did was beyond brave. You risked everything for me."
A blush crept up her cheeks as she glanced down at their intertwined hands. "I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. If your car had exploded and I just sat there and didn’t even try anything I would have never forgiven myself. I care too much about you to not have done anything."
Lando's heart swelled at her words, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with his dry clothes. He gently lifted her chin with his free hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I care about you too, more than I realized until today."
A shy smile played at Y/n's lips. "I guess it took a bit of chaos for us to see it."
Lando chuckled, the sound light and genuine. "A bit of chaos and a very brave heart." He leaned in closer, their foreheads nearly touching. "You know, when I was in that car, all I could think about was you. I didn't want to leave things unsaid."
Her breath hitched, and she whispered, "What do you mean?"
He paused, his eyes searching hers with a depth that made her heart skip a beat. "I mean that I've been falling for you for a while now, and today just made it crystal clear. I don't want to waste another moment not telling you how I feel."
Y/n's eyes glistened with tears, but this time they were tears of joy. "Lando, I feel the same way. Seeing you crash... it was the scariest moment of my life. I realized how much you mean to me."
Lando's smile was radiant, his face inching closer until their lips met in a tender, heartfelt kiss. The world outside seemed to disappear as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss deepening with every passing second. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises and the relief of two longtime friends finally coming together.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their smiles wide and hearts full. Lando pressed his forehead against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I'll be more careful out there. For you."
Y/n nodded, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. "And I promise I'll always be there for you, no matter what."
He hugged her tightly, as if afraid to let go. "You're incredible, you know that?"
She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "I think we're both pretty incredible."
The rest of the drivers, who had been watching the tender moment from a respectful distance, approached them with wide grins and teasing remarks. Oscar clapped Lando on the back, chuckling. "Took you long enough, mate."
Charles nodded in agreement, a playful glint in his eyes. "We were starting to think we'd have to lock you two in a room together to get you to admit your feelings."
Max smirked, adding, "Looks like a bit of danger was just the push you both needed."
Y/n blushed again, but Lando just laughed, his arm securely around her waist. "Yeah, well, sometimes it takes nearly losing something to realize how much it means to you."
George grinned, giving Y/n a gentle pat on the shoulder. "We're glad you're okay. Both of you."
Carlos stepped forward, his expression sincere. "You both showed incredible bravery today. It's a story we'll be telling for years."
As the group shared in their relief and happiness, the bond between Y/n and Lando only grew stronger. They spent the rest of the day together, surrounded by friends who had become family. The rain outside eventually subsided, giving way to a clear, starry night.
Lando and Y/n found themselves alone again, sitting on a quiet balcony overlooking the now peaceful circuit. The air was cool, and Lando draped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
"You know," he began, his voice soft, "this is just the beginning for us."
Y/n smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know. And I can't wait to see where it takes us."
He kissed the top of her head, his heart full. "Neither can I."
Under the starlit sky, they sat in comfortable silence, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
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fcukfodmap · 2 months ago
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Low-FODMAP Gluten-Free Pull-Apart Pizza Bread
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I was so dubious of this recipe when I started it. I have had uneven luck with gluten-free flours (unless they're just being used as a binding agent). Also, this recipe calls for a yeasted dough, which I've never tried before with gluten-free flour.
Reader, it was fcuking amazing. Legit, I'll be making this again when I'm done with this asinine diet. To the recipe:
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Low-FODMAP Gluten-Free Pull-Apart Pizza Bread
1 c warm water, divided
4 tsp active dry yeast
1/4 c sugar
3 c Bob's Red Mill All Purpose Baking Flour
1 tbsp + 2 tsp xanthan gum
2 tsp baking powder
1 3/4 tsp salt
4 eggs
1/4 c olive oil
4 tbsp Italian seasoning
2 c grated Parmesan
3 (ish) c grated mozzarella
1 lb chorizo, crumbled and browned
1/2 c chopped fresh basil
cooking spray
Place 3/4 c warm water, yeast, and sugar in a bowl. Let sit for 5 minutes or until bubbly.
Meanwhile, in a stand mixer, combine flour, xantan gum, baking powder, and salt. Whisk to combine. When the yeast mixture is ready, add that, eggs, and oil to the flour mixture. Blend on medium speed using the dough hook.
Add water as needed, 1 tbsp at a time, to achieve a sticky but touchable dough. I was never able to get the dough to keep from sticking to my fingers, but forged ahead anyway. Knead in the mixer for 5 minutes. Spray a Bundt pan with cooking spray.
In a medium bowl, mix the Parmesan and Italian seasoning. Scoop 1/3 of the dough into little marble sized balls and roll in the Parmesan mixture. I had the best luck with rolling the dough out into a tube, rolling that in the cheese mix, and then pinching off tbsp sized balls.
Evenly distribute into the prepared pan, then 1/3 of the cooked chorizo, then 1/3 of the basil, then 1/3 of the mozzarella. Keep layering for three layers, ending with cheese. If there is any leftover Parmesan mix, sprinkle this evenly on the top.
Preheat oven to 350F. Let the filled pan sit on the oven while it heats for 20-30 minutes. Place the Bundt pan on a rimmed baking sheet (it is going to overflow everywhere otherwise) and bake for 30-40 minutes. Allow to cool for 5 minutes and turn out on a platter.
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Couple few notes: I just went ahead and used chorizo. even though I know it has garlic in it, because I'm of the opinion that it's a low-FODMAP diet, not a no-FODMAP diet. You could also use pork sausage tarted up with a bit of Italian seasoning and a little red pepper flake.
Which brings me to the next thing: I've been able to source an Italian seasoning mix that doesn't have either onions or garlic, but if you can't find such a thing, use a mix of oregano, thyme, and marjoram in whatever ratio pleases you. This can go in both the Parmesan mix and the pork sausage. I also used a lot of fresh basil because my cousin gave me a stupid amount recently, but that's not required or anything. You could just use some dried basil in the Italian mix instead and no one would be harmed.
You guys, this was so good. Breaking up the gluten-free dough into discrete balls made the tendency of gluten-free dough to lack coherence a non-issue. The oil from the chorizo and the mozzarella kept the dough from being too crumbly or dry. (For real though, use a pan under the Bundt pan, or you'll have a mess.) I'm going to make this again for sure.
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Evergreen disclaimer: I am no dietician. I'm doing my best to minimize FODMAPs in my diet, but it's possible for me to be misinformed or mistaken about various ingredients.
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hel7l7 · 2 years ago
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How do you deal with the thought that some people use your art to trigger their trauma further? Do you put some disclaimer here and there or do you not care because it’s their trauma?
I've had this ask in my inbox for months. And I keep coming back to it but never felt ready to reply. 
When I first received this anon I was hurt, scared, felt like maybe all that I had been doing all this time had been wrong. That maybe I did more damage than good by sharing my art. I wanted to apologise and distance myself from the art I was making. 
Later when I gave myself more time to think about it all I realized it was not as simple as that. 
When I first started hel7l7 I never intended for it to get as big as it did. I didn’t have a plan for it or expected myself to still be doing this 5 years later. I shared my art because it felt like my feelings had no other place to go and in that I gave myself full expression of whatever it was that I was feeling at the time. In the past years there have been pieces that I would not post again if I’d made them now. But at the time I I was struggling and all that I was trying to do was find a connection. Some understanding, someone who understood the pain I was in, so at least I’d not have to feel so alone. 
With this account so big there now comes a whole new aspect to it: How do I give myself the freedom of expression while also maintaining the responsibility of what I post and how it affects people who view my art. And is this my responsibility at all? 
Recently I did a survey asking followers of hel7l7 to tell me a bit more about how to experience this account. And although it definitely did trigger some more "negative" feelings like sadness or anger it also made people feel less alone in their suffering. People have referred to my art as cathartic or hopeful. Pain is often a little easier to bear when it is carried together. I think in most of today’s cultures it is often still better to act like you’re fine rather than to open up about what you’re struggling with. With hel7l7 I try to create a place where everything is okay, where even dark, unaccepted feelings can be there. I’m not saying we should all go out into the world and give into all that we feel, just creating a place where at least it can just be for a minute. So that maybe later it is a little easier to let it go and just live life a little lighter. 
Art is art. Whether you like it or not. Art is supposed to make you feel something. It makes you think. If you go on the subway and see a spray-painted piece on the side of a bridge this can make you feel angry, in a museum you may find a piece of art that provokes a deeply uncomfortable feeling in you or the little painting on the wall in your grandma’s kitchen makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Art is everywhere. And so are triggers. If you’re struggling with PTSD or anything else there will be triggers everywhere. The real world doesn’t hold back for you so that you can live in a sugarcoated space where nothing will ever hurt you. With the internet this got taken to a next level. Everything is everywhere all of the time. And this creates a whole new place where we have to find our way. It is impossible to escape all triggers. But do you love yourself enough to create a safe space for yourself? Do you notice what helps you and what doesn’t?  I think we all have found ourselves in places of the internet that maybe did more harm than good. But sadly that’s part of finding your way in the world now. When I was younger I used to look at blogs on tumblr that triggered me, or followed Instagram accounts that just fed my obsessions. In the end it was MY responsibility to see that this was hurting me. And it was my responsibility to set myself free from it. 
The world isn’t going to protect you from all that causes harm. You have to want to get better and move away from that. 
And with that said it is safe to assume that some people may follow me because it hurts them. Because they do want to trigger themselves or because they do like to see that at least they’re not the only one in pain. But that’s part of their process. You’re only going to want to change when you’re feel that the pain you’re causing yourself is not worth it anymore. When you’re ready for a new step. 
Am I to blame for making this account? Some would say so. 
I never made this account to cause harm on anyone. And I think I’d have quit long ago if I didn’t get so many positive messages. I think that below the line there’s currently still more people who benefit from my art than people who are suffering because of it. 
With that the pain in people is there before they view my art. The ones who view my account with the intends of triggering themselves already have a problem. I didn’t cause it. I’m just the tool they use to hurt themselves. Does that make me the responsible one for the damage? It could be if my account was only ever negativity and darkness. But I try to sparkle a little hope here and there. I try to find a way to show the progress and the pain simultaneously and maybe somehow I reach a healthier part in them too. 
My pieces are not about diving deeper into the darkness. It is about expressing feelings that may have been neglected for a very long time. It is about being real. About being raw. About being human. 
You asked me if I don’t care about other peoples trauma. And I do. But I cannot hold myself responsible for everyone who decides to view my art. You don’t have to follow me. I tag stuff on tumblr so people can blacklist it. I keep pieces to myself when I think it is too much. But I also allow myself freedom in my art. And every time I try to make a decision based on what I think is best in that moment. 
And with all of that said I know there’s a thin line I’m walking. I hope that if I ever find myself on the dark side of it all that I’ll be able to call quits and stop making art. (For a little while.) And in the past months I’ve definitely been looking for ways to make more recovery focused art while also trying to not fall into the trap of toxic positivity. Feelings are feelings and please let’s feel them instead of acting like nothing ever hurts us. 
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plaindangan · 4 months ago
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Kurumi Wendy always been a big fan of detectives,as in a biiiiiiiiiggggg fan of them.
So what's more natural for a big fan of detectives to participate in a massive orgy with detectives and cops everywhere?Kurumi will make sure to blow them all out!(Warning:this is blowjob only,Kurumi will keep her virginity for her beloved Yuma.)
Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!
"Exactly!! These people are heroes of Kanai Ward!! They need to be rewarded as best I can~" she giggled, before leering deviously at the line-up left for her. Admittedly, she wanted to suck all of the Nocturnal Detective Agency off, buuut some of her pals couldn't make it.
Yakou was with his wife, Vivia had some plans he had with a girl named Ryo and the last she heard of Desuhiko he was squealing about getting pegged by some thief? So that just left the remaining half to Kurumi's mouth.
Though, even with half participation, she still had quite the line-up in variety.
"Hmphhh...not bad. You definitely have the best mouth in all of Kanai Ward. I suppose I could actually give you a tip...cock-wise that is~" First was Halara, smirking down as they patted the dick guzzling informant for their efforts. And it was quite the effort as not only was Halara rocking an eight-inch girthy, member, that took quite a bit to get one's mouth around - but they also were rocking a hefty set of balls which needed due attention to. Something Halara was at least pleased by Kurumi taking into account as she washed them clean with her tongue before giving such a cock her due attention. A duty that was paid off with Halara cumming right into Kurumi's mouth, giving their handy informant a taste of salty-sweetness before she moved onto the next person.
"Teeheeeheee~ O-ohhhh, th-this ticklesss so much and feels astounding!! No wonder why Mother and Father have the servants do this back at home~" Fubuki giggled, having gone into such a fit as Kurimi lapped up the pre-cum on her cock. Fubuki was on the longer side, if thinner, of the dick spectrum being about ten-inches. Not to mention upping the scare factor with the fact that Fubuki's cock was extremely musky in itself and it was enough to nearly get Kurumi to blank out. Thankfully, her more 'instinctual' side had her keep her bearings and redouble her efforts by gripping Fubuki's pillowy thighs to steady herself. This being right before going at her strong-smelling meat like a starving zombie, slobbering and licking at her pole until Fubuki's giggling turned into a bellowing laughter - and Kurumi's face was sprayed white with success.
Leaving just one to go - her darling Yuma!!
"K....Kuruuuuuumiiiiiiiiii!!! S-s-s-sorrry, I....I can't hold baaaaaack!!!!!" Now, on the surface, it may seem like it would be leaving the most average for last. While Yuma wasn't really small, compared to the monsters both Halara and Fubuki had, it would seem like he drew the short straw...but that would be misleading! In truth, ever since getting into a pact with Shinigami, he'd gain some benefits. Like his cock becoming a foot long beast in size and girth out of seemingly nowhere if he gets riled enough.
Something that suited a cock draining beast like Kurumi just fine, and it wasn't long until she was deepthroating his powerful member, which only encouraged Yuma to give powerful thrusts into her throat. Though, even as it was flooded with his cream, both knew it wouldn't be enough. It can't be enough!!! Hence, as soon as Yuma took his beast tamer out, Kurumi had to hop onto his lap and viciously ride him with both of their supernatural energy having them go at it for hours....
And kinda forgetting both Halara and Fubuki were still there, though thankfully both did catch on and left the two lovers at it. Using such such raunchy 'loving' as inspiration to head back to their hotel room and 'appreciate' each other in a more intimate way as well~
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batsyforyou · 1 year ago
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I Fought Car Thieves and Lost
And no, this isn't fake, this literally happened to me today. And the only reason I'm even making this post is to hopefully make sure that no one else makes my mistake. I mean guys, I’m 20 years old soon to be 21, about 5 '4 and barely pushing 111 pounds. I’ve never been in a situation like this and I’ve never seen a situation like this. I wouldn't even be bringing this up if I didn't think it was important. So if you're like me and have never been taught what to do in situations like this this post is for you. And I mean yeah, this is common sense but I apparently lacked all common sense unfortunately. 
Disclaimer: I have made this post with every intention of helping people with warning them, writing advice, and I have so much respect for everyone involved it was not easy. 
Trigger warnings: I will be talking about blood, police, and I’ll be mentioning guns, knives, pepper spray but be made aware there were no weapons used okay? So, please if those things bother you, scroll away. For the rest of you let me give you the basics. 
So, me and my family just moved into a small town a few months back and we run a small family business involving huge machines. The building we bought was right on the main highway and there’s two alleys beside it. My Dad and I are out in the back of the building working in the car port and moving our CnC which is basically a big automated machine that is operated by computers. I only bring this up to tell you how loud it was. I had my headphones on and I heard a scream that I thought was, “Help!” I paused and took my headphones off and listened because I thought I was hearing things at first. And I heard it again the scream for help but my reaction was, wait-is that actually a cry for help? Is this real? And there it came again and yeah it was definitely a cry for help. I took off running and when I rounded the corner I froze again because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. 
An elderly woman was being robbed by a younger woman and it looked like they were trying to steal her purse. 
Now, I was one of the first people on the scene, if not the very first. I think the only other person there was a guy and his dog. I would say he was behind the women but I actually don’t know. He didn't help until after which is when I became aware of him. So I don’t actually know if he was there when it started and to be honest I don’t think he was. I didn’t look around or take in any other details, I only saw the two ladies fighting. If I had taken the time to look I would have seen a huge medium sized man there as well. 
I rushed in between the two and I started to try and fight the younger woman back and it's at that point that I realized that the fight wasn’t over a purse, it was over the elderly woman's car keys. Another set of arms gets into the middle of all this but I don’t actually register it but I know it's a man. The younger woman gets away from me and rushes into the driver's seat, slams the door and tries to start the car. I rush after her and reach into the open driver's window and I try to take the keys back or at least stop her from starting the car. The other pair of arms from before comes back and an arm comes in on the side, gets in the window and shoves me back. I instead run around the car and I notice a red car pull up. I open the passenger side door. I almost get in but instead I fling the door out hoping that it’ll hit the car in front to slow them down. While I’m doing this the red car tries to block them from turning around towards town. But it didn’t work and the man, A.K.A. the other pair of arms, threw open the back door behind the driver’s seat and jumped in and they barrel out of there. The red car barely dodged them and then raced out after them. But since the car isn’t there anymore I turn around to the elderly women who’d collapsed onto the cement. Blood dripped from her mouth and it was almost everywhere. This is when the man and the dog come over saying something Idk. 
Despite the fact that I have always been told to call 911 in the event of an emergency, I still stood there and asked myself, what do I do? Do I call 911? And I turned around to look for my Dad because I didn't have my phone on me and I didn’t know what to do. Behind me my Dad comes over and says to call 911. I tell him about my lack of phone and he goes to call them with his phone and heads back to our building. I talk with the woman and I try to comfort her while I and the man with the dog listen to her ramble about things I couldn’t understand. From there a lot of other people come over and start to help. And the red car pulls back up and a woman comes out from the driver's seat and moves to help the elderly woman on the floor. As she tells us that she got the license plate and had followed them out until the prison before she turned around. I glanced in her car and in the front passenger seat was her Dad and her two young boys, 12-13 years old, in the backseat. My neighbor, another elderly woman, and her son came out because this all happened in front of her fence. And they start to help out and the police come and blah blah. 
I was so stupid. Instead of being shoved to the side by that guy he could have chosen to either grab me and attack me or put me in the car, or if he had a knife on him he could have stabbed me, and if he had a gun he could have shot me. I didn’t realize these things until after everything went down and I saw my sister freaking out about 30 minutes later. 
The lesson here is to never ever do what I did unless you are a trained professional with proper training or you have a weapon and you know for sure that they do not have a gun on them. But even then I wouldn’t ever recommend getting involved like that. And if you are the victim in this situation and are being robbed, don't fight them. Whether it be your car or your purse, let it go. Whatever they are taking from you is not worth your life. (The only exception that I can think of is if someone was trying to take your kid from you.) That elderly woman was so lucky she didn’t have a heart attack or break anything when she fell. Guys, she was on oxygen. Freaking Oxygen. And yeah she was brave for fighting back but she could have gotten incredibly hurt. Thankfully she only got a cut on the lip and had managed to bite the woman’s hand so she fought hard. But I still wouldn’t recommend it. And to the people who steal and pick on the elderly, pregnant women, childern or the disabled and whoever is at a extreme disadvantage you are a fucking coward and I hope you get what you deserve.  
And I mean I was so stupid it could have gone from car thief to kidnapping or I could be in the hospital or dead and this post wouldn’t be here. Please do not ever do what I did. And yeah, this might be a little dramatic but whatever I genuinely don’t care. 
The one thing that bugs me though is that I had pepper spray in the house with my phone and everytime I think about it, if I had that on me I could have resolved the fight much faster. I could have taken out the woman but I’d then have to deal with the man after so idk how much that “what if'' would have helped me. I'm just glad they didn’t choose violence while choosing violence if that makes sense. 
To my fellow writers. Let me give you the details. 
If you have a character who either encounters a situation like this or is put into a situation like this I hope this helps. 👍 
You don't really think. 
The first few details you lay eyes on are going to determine your reaction and you only see very few details. (I’m a civilian and I have no idea if that's the same for trained professionals. They probably see a lot more.) So when you write I recommend that you don’t really describe the surroundings much if at all. Only the first key details that the character first laid eyes on. For me, the details were lady, purse, elderly lady, fighting. I didn’t think I just reacted especially in the beginning but there is a point where you do think. Like when I reached into the car window I could hear a thought racing into my head that I didn’t need to get the keys, I just needed to stall her. And when I threw open the passenger door and almost jumped in but thought better of it because “what if I get trapped and they drive off?”  
You shake. 
After everything I was shaky, not extremely shaky but enough for me to notice and go “Oh, that's weird-anyway.” My breathing even seemed shaky for a little bit and my hands shook too. It was very weird. Like the shaking wasn’t even that noticeable and wasn’t even that big a deal but it was there. About an hour after (by this point it was resolved) I still felt shaky but I wasn’t shaky if that makes sense? Like I had this feeling in my chest that I was shaky. And after the cops showed up I just told the officer where to find me if they needed me and both me and my Dad just went back to work like nothing happened. And for the victim she was shaking quite a bit too. And she was asking me for an inhaler and as an asthmatic I had one but I hadn't used it in months and had no idea where it was. So I instead decided it would be a better idea to stay and keep her calm instead of looking for something for a long period of time and not know if I'll actually find it. Also, I should have my inhaler on my person anyway but I didn't so yeah.
Time 
When everything was said and done I could have sworn it was late afternoon almost evening but when I looked at the time it was in the early afternoon like 3:15 p.m. I was so shocked. So time has no meaning with these things. 
Energy 
 I was also extremely calm after and I felt like I had energy like nothing happened. And I was fine. I mean I felt a little sore in the arm where I got shoved but I only noticed that about an hour later when the police were wandering around and everything. I’m assuming I was in such a shock and adrenaline high that when I stopped working with the police and finished my work outside I sat down and I suddenly felt so exhausted. Like I had never felt so exhausted before it was like a mix between upset tired and tired because it was a long day tired. And I had sleepy tears in my eyes but they didn’t really do anything like there was no crying, they just sat there in my eyes like “you good?”
People come together. Like they're attracted to this stuff especially after the fighting. And I mean humans kind of are anyway. Like when we keep trying to take a look at a car wreck but can’t actually see it because we're in the middle of driving and other cars block it. 
I noticed that when the woman with the red car came back and everyone started to come together to tell each other what happened from their perspective. They were interrupting each other and telling each other what they did to contribute multiple times. I didn’t really get involved with the conversation. Mostly because I felt like a kid and when I did try to tell them my side of the story they very quickly interrupted me and talked over me. Which was fine, I didn't really want to talk anyways but I did want to make sure they knew a few key details. So that the people who were also calling 911 would have a better picture to give the person on the phone. Mostly because I didn't know if my Dad had managed to find his phone and call 911. Like at first they didn’t know that there was a guy in the car with the woman I had to tell them. So don’t be afraid to have characters circle back to and repeat things again and again. People actually do that. They want to tell their part. I think it's to help them process what happened and I also think it's to relive it but still. 
Side characters and patterns.
I actually had encountered the man and woman before today. I had encountered them when I had walked up the side of my building, two days ago, and she was sitting in my old beat up saturn. In the driver’s seat while the man was in the middle of the street. I, at first, didn’t do anything because I was like “Huh? What? Is that actually my car? Is there actually a woman sitting in my car?” And I raised my voice and said “Excuse me, what the hell are you doing?” She got out of the car and closed the door, clutched her purse and went “Oh, sorry. I mean I was sitting in your car but I’m sorry.” Said sorry one more time before I cocked my head and looked at them. And with attitude but also politely because that had never happened to me before and I was alone, I said “You're sorry?” And she was like “yeah.” With a little girl voice and then the dude was like come on let's go and they walked away and down the street but not before the woman looked into the driver side window of my Dad’s truck. Right in front of me. I shouted at them again about staying away from our vehicles and I had my building's door open at that time but I again didn’t have my phone on me. I usually have my phone on me and it's weird that the two times I decided to leave it because I’d be “right back” is so weird. Like everytime I needed my phone I didn’t have it on me. We had called the police then too and gave them a report and moved our vehicles. And by the way when dealing with side characters in these situations you’d be surprised how quickly everyone teams up. Strangers work together in perfect teams (sometimes). They all have their own parts to play in helping the victims which is usually their main priority. Cause most people who gather around like this tend to have good intentions (sometimes). And btw I would have lost that car if they had managed to turn it on. 
Setting 
The scene of the crime was literally so perfect and it wasn’t even planned (I think). When we were all sharing details and POVs I learned that the man and woman had asked the elderly woman if she’d drive them into town. She had said no and mentioned only to us later on that she didn’t even do a lot of driving anyway and that the car was under her daughter’s name. After the first no the woman asked “Not even if I give you gas money?” And after the second no the woman started to steal the keys and everything. I have no idea how the elderly woman got her mouth cut and I mean she did bite the lady but still. I have no idea. Anyway, I looked around and noticed that what the elderly woman had pulled over for was the garage sale that had a “everythings free” sign. And she said she was going to ask my neighbor if everything really was for free when she was attacked. But literally if you're standing back from everything looking in from the street you have a huge tree that sits at the corner of the alley. It's untrimmed and blocks most of the corner sidewalk and it also blocks my building. So you wouldn't have seen anything if you’d walked by and never walked down the sidewalk. You also have more plant life on this high fence that the garage sale was leaning against and the only thing from my neighbors property that could have allowed for a witness was one small empty window. And on the other side of the street a dude lives in a place with boarded up windows and isn’t even there 99% of the time and is the only building on that side of the street. At the far end of the sidewalk was another untrimmed plant and another alley and a building that had its windows covered. If the elderly woman hadn’t screamed for help no one would have known. I mean I wouldn’t have. I never look down that sidewalk ever. But now that I think about it probably was planned. And since we had moved in pretty recently in terms of months my family didn’t have security cameras up yet. Which sucked cause it would have been nice to have footage and everything but oh well.
The fight 
The elderly woman had been up against one of those white plastic tables at like fairs or something and was in a corner when it happened. And to be honest some of what happened during the fight or whatever I can’t even remember. Like I couldn’t tell you which side of the car I ran around. Was it the back or the front? Idk and in some of my memories I have no idea how I even got there or what I did but I know what I did if that makes sense? So, while I know a lot of what happened was pushing and grabbing no one actually threw hands at each other although I probably should have. So think about that when you write your scene not everyone thinks to punch each other in situations like this. And I think that's very interesting to think about. And apparently my dad had come up to see me rush to the side of the driver’s window to try and get the keys and get shoved and then watch me go for the passenger door. He says that he shouted at me to let go because he thought that I was gonna hold on to it but I didn’t hear him let alone know he was there until I went looking for him. I didn’t hear anything. Just the lady screaming to stop them and even I only heard that once despite the fact she said it repeatedly. I know this because again everyone likes to share their part. One thing I know is that what happened was very noisy but I didn’t hear any of it. When I think about what happened in my perspective, there is no sound. No car doors slamming, no shouting, nothing. Also, I don’t know if I mentioned this before but I didn't fight back against the shove because I saw it was a man and I assumed he was trying to help. Because I saw it was the same pair of muscular arms from before and thought “yeah, you do it your stronger anyway.” Idk why but I thought that as important to note.  Because I didn’t even realize until later that the dude was in on it. 
Your character 
Your character doesn’t have to be the hero. They could be the victim or the woman in the red car or a passenger in that red car. Imagine being in the backseat of your friend's car who then gets involved in stopping a crime and almost gets you T-boned when the culprit escapes. Imagine how that mom must have felt knowing her kids and her own Dad were in the car with her. Like whoever your character is, they don’t have to know everything while coming to help. Example. Your character could be my neighbor or my neighbor's son. Her son had called the police and asked the woman if she wanted a chair to sit on instead of the floor and my neighbor asked if she wanted a glass of water. Things I didn’t think about I mean I got her a towel for the bleeding but that's nothing. I mean there were chairs in the garage sale right behind me and I didn’t once think about getting her off the floor. And they still told their side of the story a few times as well and my neighbor's son had done most if not all the talking of collecting information from everyone and talking to the police. He came in and decided to take charge and lead everyone. And the dude with the dog went to find the woman’s address and went to tell her husband what happened. A ton of people came to see what was happening but so little did anything. Flight, fight, freeze. Most came and freezed others who came just left and I was the only one who acted during the act not just after. I helped during, after and with the police and others helped after if that makes sense? So when writing, think about what if things did go south? Did your character get stuffed in the car? Did your character get stabbed or shot? Or did your character get into the vehicle while it was leaving like I almost did and did they get shoved out the door of a moving vehicle or something else entirely? Or maybe they just watched and didn’t get involved? Idk that's up to you. 
Blood
It dripped from her mouth and she tried to stop it by putting her hands over it. And it dripped a little trail onto concrete and blood dripped onto her shoes and everything. In her hands, down her arms and off her elbows. She had been standing before she fell too.  Bloody mouth as well. And the tone of voice with which the elderly woman screamed is also important to note. My Dad said that he’s almost 70 years old and had never heard someone scream like she did so think about that as well. Oh, and everyone came after the third scream for help Idk why but I think that's important to note. 
I hope this helps people. Hopefully when you write you have this to kinda base your story’s events on. Like some kind of outline. And I hope people take this as a lesson on what not to do as well. I should put another disclaimer here but I am not a professional anything. And I actually don't know what advice is or isn't good. I'm just telling you what I think would have been the better thing to do for my situation.
Anyway, stay safe guys and God Bless. 💕
And don't be me.
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sithqueenkat · 1 year ago
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Pool of Starlight reader x cal kestis
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Just a little wholesome fun with Cal Kestis
Disclaimed: none
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“You woke me up from a nap for this,” you muttered, shielding your eyes from the bright sun as you stepped off the Mantis. You had crashed hard on the flight over and were barely awake as Cal dragged you to see some surprise he had planned. He had been out exploring the desolate planet since sunrise.
The mission had taken you to a far off planet that bordered the outer rim. Rumors of a once lost Jedi Holocron surrounded it, and they were too tempting to not draw your crew in. There was no way he had found such a rare object without your help, but he was excited nonetheless. You stumbled keeping up with him.
“It’ll be worth it, trust me,” he reassured as he held back various branches so I wouldn’t get scraped. The brush was thick and the air was heavy.
Not too long after, we came to a clearing, a sparkling light overwhelmed my senses. When my gaze adjusted I found a pool of starlight in front of us. I let out a gasp.
“It’s beautiful, Cal,” I breathed.
“I know, I came out here for some early meditation and its beauty reminded me of you.”
Your cheeks flushed and you dipped your head. 
“But what is it?” you asked, stepping closer.
He leaned down and took a scoop of the dark water in his hands. It glistened intensely. He shrugged letting it slip through his fingers. 
“I’m not sure, but this planet is known for its natural beauty.”
His fingers traced the hem of his poncho before he yanked it over his head. This only made me blush deeper.
“You’re not seriously getting in?” you questioned. 
He smirked and winked at you before diving in. Droplets of starlight sprayed everywhere, soaking you nearly entirely.
“Cal!” you hissed, shaking your hands dry.
“Come on in!” he called after you. “It feels refreshing in this muggy heat.”
It was awfully warm out. Even in the loose clothing you wore, you found yourself dripping with sweat. You turned around to make sure no one was watching you, whether it was Cere or any enemy troop, you didn’t want to be caught together like this in the water. 
Suddenly strong arms gripped your waist and you let out a squeal as Cal threw you over his shoulder. 
“That wasn’t a request,” he said with a laugh before throwing you into the water.
The refreshing water surrounded you and cooled your senses as he came barreling in after you. With a laugh you began splashing him. You’d find yourself playing for hours in the water with him.
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ncrevi77 · 10 months ago
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Cape Lookout
The first place I will be reviewing is Cape Lookout, NC. A lesser known beach destination amongst most locals it is not what most would expect out of a typical North Carolina beach as the entire island is a national park. Ever seen pictures or videos online of people driving their cars on a vast deserted beach or camping out of their cars on the beach? Well this place is exactly that. Short of the ranger station, a few camping cabins, the old lighthouse, and from what I was told an abandoned small town towards the northern end of the island, the entire beach is about as close to undeveloped as you can get. 
          I had the opportunity to go this past summer with a few friends. We spent a few weeks doing our research on what we needed, and how exactly to prepare our cars for beach driving. (disclaimer if you plan to go please do some research on driving on sand. If you don’t and get stuck, I was also told somewhere out there on the internet is a community of frequent visitors who will thoroughly enjoy your mistake through sharing pictures online.) We went for a few days and made some amazing memories. There is no light pollution so you can actually see the milky way on a clear night, the ocean water is almost blue, the wildlife is evident everywhere you look, and the fishing is amazing. 
          Overall this place is amazing especially for the price. You will need to reserve a ferry spot and get a license to drive your car out there, and you may also need to invest in some new camping gear. If you do your research and plan accordingly with weather in mind, I do not doubt you will love your experience, I am already planning on returning this summer again…. BRING BUG SPRAY! 
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ncreviews77 · 10 months ago
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Cape Lookout North Carolina
          The first place I will be reviewing is Cape Lookout, NC. A lesser known beach destination amongst most locals it is not what most would expect out of a typical North Carolina beach as the entire island is a national park. Ever seen pictures or videos online of people driving their cars on a vast deserted beach or camping out of their cars on the beach? Well this place is exactly that. Short of the ranger station, a few camping cabins, the old lighthouse, and from what I was told an abandoned small town towards the northern end of the island, the entire beach is about as close to undeveloped as you can get. 
          I had the opportunity to go this past summer with a few friends. We spent a few weeks doing our research on what we needed, and how exactly to prepare our cars for beach driving. (disclaimer if you plan to go please do some research on driving on sand. If you don’t and get stuck, I was also told somewhere out there on the internet is a community of frequent visitors who will thoroughly enjoy your mistake through sharing pictures online.) We went for a few days and made some amazing memories. There is no light pollution so you can actually see the milky way on a clear night, the ocean water is almost blue, the wildlife is evident everywhere you look, and the fishing is amazing. 
          Overall this place is amazing especially for the price. You will need to reserve a ferry spot and get a license to drive your car out there, and you may also need to invest in some new camping gear. If you do your research and plan accordingly with weather in mind, I do not doubt you will love your experience, I am already planning on returning this summer again…. BRING BUG SPRAY!
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muthaz-rapapa · 4 years ago
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Happiness Charge was unpopular in Japan because at the time, Frozen was the it franchise for young girls there so it suffered poor toy sales, continuing on with Go Princess' toys. It didn't help even more that New Stage 3 was released in theaters the same day as Frozen.
Ah, that’s right. Frozen. I usually don’t correlate Precure with other franchises but can’t say it wasn’t inevitable that its toy sales would suffer when the Frozen craze hit. Especially so in Japan because Disney has a huge market there.
But please don’t imply that Frozen is the only or major reason why HaCha as a whole didn’t do well because it isn’t. Those two things are not exclusive of one another.
HaCha is not as favored simply because it wasn’t a strong Precure season. Its story wasn’t all that engaging despite the fact it was supposed to be the 10th anniversary season. Reception of the main cast is still rather mixed and how satisfactory their character arcs were handled remains in debate (Yuko didn’t even get one). The pacing was slow at the beginning, it had no concrete theme to work with, the concept of international Cures never reached its full potential. In short, HaCha didn’t live up to the hype assigned to it and had a lot of flaws that pulled it down.
And I’m just talking about what I know of the Precure fandom’s feedback, ok? Nothing else from what’s outside it. I still recall how everyone rejoiced when Go!Pri’s first episode came out, some even commenting that Go!Pri should’ve been the anniversary season instead. While Go!Pri certainly wasn’t perfect, you could already tell back then that it was going fare a lot better than HaCha did. Why? Because the writing for Go!Pri was better. That’s why a lot of fans loved it.
Now, I’m well aware that everybody knows Precure is just one giant commercial for the toys Bandai churns out every year. I’m no marketing expert nor do I have that much interest in the money-making kiddie aspects of the franchise…but it just makes sense to me that you’re more likely to buy stuff of something you really like, y’know? In other words, if a company wants their products to sell, their ad (the TV series) has to be good enough to convince their customers to buy them.
So if you were to ask me why I’m not interested in HaCha merchandise, my response would be because I didn’t like HaCha enough. If you were to ask me why didn’t I like HaCha, I wouldn’t say “it’s because I like Frozen better” because Frozen has nothing to do with what I liked or didn’t like about HaCha. I’d say because HaCha failed to generate any love from me as a viewer.
Of course, I’m not a kid. I’m an older anime fan with my own purchasing power and sometimes unnecessarily complicated thought processes. There’s a big difference there. But I think the same basic logic would apply to children anyway. If they’re not interested, they won’t want it. Even if Frozen wasn’t a factor in this case, sales would still suffer if HaCha couldn’t win over its audience. Probably not as severely without Frozen in the picture…but yea. The TV series is largely responsible for the success of its toys, too.
Finally, figure collecting. (if this is not relevant to your ask, feel free to ignore the rest under the cut. I’m gonna talk about it though cuz it’s the whole reason I have merchandise posts to begin with)
It’s like toy collecting except hellishly more expensive and soul-consuming (so don’t do it).
Unlike toys, however, which will always be made to accompany the broadcasting season, figures are a niche in the otaku community and their releases are largely dependent on how many fans are invested in a series.
Take a very recent example: Kimetsu no Yaiba. There is a truckton of new goods being announced every single month/week ever since the anime adaptation became a massive hit. More love from fans = more demand. So of course, the figure companies would want to jump in on that. It’d be dumb not to.
But then let’s put this in the mahou shoujo genre perspective. Unlike classic juggernauts like Sailor Moon and CCS or a series that was popular enough to bump it up into the mainstream crowd like Nanoha and Madoka Magica, chances for a magical girl series to get the PVC treatment are very slim because they don’t draw as much demand as say the shounen titles do. Yea, I guess we can call Precure “mainstream” at least in the mahou shoujo category because it seems like a lot of people who watch anime in general are aware of its existence (Yukari Tamura’s mom watched it so no more needs to be said there). Even so, that’s still not enough. With Precure being a children’s show and its main target are kids who would probably want the toys more than they want figures, Precure isn’t a sure fire brand that a lot of figure companies are willing to stake it out for. It’s not that there’s a lack of older fans in the Precure fandom (as pixiv can prove to you, oh lord). It’s because there’s less certainty that the majority of these older fans will absolutely buy Precure figures if they were to be released. Especially now with the increased pricing everywhere.
That’s probably why Bandai often skips over old seasons to focus on the newer, popular ones for the S.H. Figuarts. They will only make figures for a particular season that has a good profitable percentage. More recent and favorable ones like KiraPre and Hugtto would sell so those Cures will be prioritized. Older and less popular ones like HaCha and MahoPre are stuck on the waiting list because there’s no way to know how many of their figures can even sell.
And then the figures that didn’t do well at all regardless of which season (Sekai Seifuku Sakusen), those are dropped completely, never to be heard of again.
That’s just the sad reality of it. :(
Again, do keep in mind that I’m just humble collector and these are mostly speculations at best. I’m not an expert on this topic so my words should be taken with several grains of salts.
But overall, I don’t think my reasoning is far off. I mean, it’s just plain common sense. You make things that you can definitely sell. That’s all there is to it.
Why do you think Disney hasn’t stopped throwing Frozen in our faces?
EDIT: I forgot to add that since it seems Bandai still holds the license for producing Sailor Moon figures, then it’s highly likely they’re holding the license for Precure as well. This means that even if other figure companies with better reputations (ex. Good Smile Company, Alter) wanted to make Sailor Moon or Precure figures, they can’t because only Bandai has the rights to distribute products of those brands. That’s why there’s a lack of variety for these two series. Add that to the extremely slow pace Bandai takes in getting their so-so quality figures released, you can clearly see why Precure has such a hard time being relevant in the figure community even though it’s a well-known franchise that has been airing practically non-stop for almost 20 years.
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minisugakoobies · 3 years ago
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Hoooooo boy, I’m excited for this 😆 Smut #37 and #39 (if they work together) with Mr. Jeon Jungkook?
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Title: By the Light of the Moon
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: smut, friends to lovers, College!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, kissing, fingering
Word Count: 489
Disclaimers: NSFW, I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Just you and Jungkook, and the ocean, under the moon.
Prompts: 37 “we should skinny dip.” & 39 “were you checking me out?”
A/N: I'm excited that you're excited, @bangtanintotheroom! And yes, the prompts worked very well together! Thank you for your support and enthusiasm for my writing - I hope you enjoy what I've got for you! 💜
Unbeta'd as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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Starlight gleams in Jungkook’s eyes as you tilt your head. “What did you say?”
“I said, we should skinny dip.” His smile is a dare.
You gaze out at the tranquil ocean. No one is around for miles, besides your friends, all of whom are asleep right now, back at the beach house.
You were the one who’d suggested taking a stroll along the water’s edge, not ready to call it a night. Not ready to leave Jungkook’s side. What could be more perfect than walking with him, by the ocean, under the bright light of the moon?
“Okay.” Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly. He didn’t think you’d agree. That just spurs you on more. “Fuck it. Let’s go for a swim.”
You turn your back, tugging your dress over your head. A glance over your shoulder finds Jungkook frozen. Staring. You’re not sure if he’s still surprised you said yes, or that you’re already undressing, or at the realization that you wear nothing underneath your flimsy dress.
“Come on!” you urge him, chucking the soft material in your hands at his head. He utters a tiny “oof!” and you giggle as you run into the ocean, diving under once you’re waist deep.
The icy water is an absolute shock to your system, and you sputter as you reemerge. There’s a splash next to you and Jungkook shoots up, dark hair breaking the surface as he yelps, “Goddamn, that’s cold!”
Laughing, you send a handful of water his way. “This was your idea, dummy!”
“Yeah, and you went along with it, so really, who’s the dumb one here?” He slaps his hands against the surface, chuckling as you try and fail to avoid the spray.
After a few minutes of intense splashing, you both still, bobbing quietly.
You need to know. “Were you checking me out?” The reflection of the night sky on the ocean bathes Jungkook’s face in a soft glow as he peers at you before answering.
“When? On the beach? Yes.” You weren’t expecting him to be so blunt. It must show. “Before that, at the party, when you came downstairs in that dress? Yes.” He glides closer, one hand grabbing yours, pulling you to him. “On the way to the beach house? Every day before that, every time I saw you on campus? Yes, yes, yes.”
His arms clasp around your waist as you float together. Your fingertips dance along his shoulders as he presses against you. A cloud passes over the moon, but you don’t need any light to find his lips. You gasp into his mouth as his fingers slide to your core, stroking and plunging to find the warmth inside.
In the morning, there will be questions to answer. And sand to clean. Everywhere. But for now, there is nothing but the moon, and the ocean, and his name on your tongue as you come undone in the gentle swell of the waves.
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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago
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out of curiosity (and if u do not feel like answering thats totally ok!!) why do you (and others) not like being aspec?
(disclaimer: i write from my perspective and with the added bits of other aspec people i have spoken to)
First, you are not straight. There are many starting points to realizing you're aspec, but that was my first one. I'm not straight. I am not the default. Every queer person will be able to tell you what that feels like. The sudden rush of oh when you realize that there's something different. If you're lucky, that's accompanied by oh, I'm [x], or oh, this is like [x], or even hey, I can talk to [x] about this. If you're lucky, riding that first wave of realizing you're not straight leaves you there.
Queer. Gay. Lesbian. Bisexual. Pansexual, even.
Every queer person can tell you what it is like to be afraid to be queer. That I can almost guarantee. Because of the culture we are in, there is that fear. If you're lucky, you'll have someone you can go to, or at least someone you know and say 'yes, I'm like them.' Some of us aren't lucky.
So there's the fear of being not straight. That's the first hurdle.
Then you have to get over the fear that there isn't a word for what I am.
Again, if you're lucky, you'll know what asexuality is. Extra lucky, demi-sexuality. But if you look at the other words I've listed further up in this post, they all have a common denominator. You still feel sexual attraction. In a lot of literature and representation, queerness is defined as championing variations on what is perceived as natural sexuality. Sex and sexuality themselves are still inherent. You still feel sexual attraction, you still want to have sex with someone, you still have it.
Getting over the fear of being broken is terrifying. The fear of there's something missing, there's something wrong, I'm wrong, I'm broken, I need to be fixed. The truth is there is nothing wrong, you aren't broken. There isn't anything wrong with you, sex doesn't make you human or whole.
So let's say you've found the word. You've found it, or it's found you, and you have a name for it now. Asexuality, demi-sexuality, aspec. That can be a bit of a relief. Can be.
But now that you're thinking about it, it's everywhere.
One analogy I've always been fond of is this: sex is like perfume. It’s like explaining to someone that you were born without a sense of smell, and everyone goes around spraying perfume everywhere. You’re not really affected by it, and you don’t have a problem with people spraying perfume everywhere, the problem comes when people don’t believe you can’t smell because you still have a nose. And everywhere you go, everyone is talking about how good it smells, or how much it smells, or telling you what you smell like. And you have absolutely no idea what they're talking about.
Being alone like that is terrifying.
And then you have to explain yourself. Most people won't know what asexuality is. They won't know what it means. Coming out is difficult enough, coming out equipped with a whole vocabulary lesson is harder. If you say 'I'm gay,' or 'I'm a lesbian,' or even 'I'm bisexual,' most people are at least going to have some idea of what you're talking about.
You say the words 'I'm asexual,' and you run the gauntlet of 'oh, so you're like a plant?' 'That's not real.' 'What does that mean?'
You have people who don't believe you, people who think you're making it up for attention, people who tell you you'll understand when you're older, people who think you've been horribly traumatized, the list goes on. Are you destined for a single, relationship-less life? Will you always be compromising on some part of your boundaries to make a partner happy? Are you supposed to 'settle' for a 'compromise' because you've failed at getting the type of relationship so many things are telling you will make you 'complete?' Because they can't imagine not being attracted to anybody.
Trying and failing to get people to believe you is terrifying.
And then you have the people who actively hate you.
I am grateful that in the very early stages of my presence on this platform, I did not engage the giant eldritch beasts of discourse. There are people who say they are 'cringe' for engaging in 'ace discourse,' as though it's like jamming out to cheesy pop songs or that weird mustache phase that happened in like, 2012. No. It became a meme, a hobby, a fucking past time that was treated like a debate topic and not shitty, bigoted actions against real people.
You have the people who accuse you of being toxic and abusive for trapping a partner in a sexless relationship. You have the gatekeepers who demand you be excluded from the queer community. You have the people who believe they can fix you, whether you like it or not. You have the people who tell you that you aren't oppressed because you're making a choice not to have sex, or not to want sex. You have the people who tell you, over and over again, that oppression and trauma is only worth fighting back against if it is big, loud, and obvious, and none of the little things you encounter everyday that make you feel just a little more broken are worth it.
You have the people who tell you be grateful it isn't worse.
And that is terrifying.
I am lucky. I found the word 'asexual' after a few years. I had a successful relationship with another woman who I still care for very deeply. I am surrounded by a group of friends who know and understand my identity. My parents love and support me.
I am lucky. I found the word 'asexual.' I am in a place where when I need support, I can ask for it.
I am lucky. I found the word 'asexual.' I'm fine now.
I am lucky.
I am fine right now.
But does this help explain why sometimes I'm not?
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faetarou · 3 years ago
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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 || 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞
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fandom || haikyuu
pairings || iwaizumi hajime x reader
gender || fem!reader
request || anon said: Oh my god so I was just thinking about this but a short fic where reader accidentally confuses iwaizumi and akaashi would be hilarious 😭can be a 'x reader' thing if you want but the thought just randomly popped into my head [from fae: DKLWSDJWKSJ ALL MY ANONS ARE SO SMART- i wanted to write my beloved haji today, hope that's okay !!]
warnings // disclaimers || swearing, alcohol and drunkenness, mention of throwing up but nothing happens, university!au, sideship!bokuaka, i am so sorry about the continued puns in my titles
word count || 1.4k
taglist || @kenmaslov3r​ ​, @jojowantstocry , @igyus , @imarriedachef [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]
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IT WASN'T LIKE Y/L/N Y/N was that drunk - she'd been counting her shots and everything!
Well, in all honestly ... Y/L/N Y/N was drunk off her ass. The small hangout she'd been enjoying with her friends had basically turned into all of them trying to outdrink each other with a seemingly bottomless bottle of tropical vodka that, quite honestly, tasted like shit, but the five were too drunk to care. It was too much fun to bother over the semantics of whether the alcohol tasted like a rotting palm tree's bark or not.
Y/N was sure they would've made a ridiculous sight to any outsiders who chanced a glance upon them - four well-built guys and a single girl, all crammed into a suffocatingly small university dorm, sprawled on the floor in a wonky circle with plastic cups and the aforementioned bottomless vodka bottle.
"This was a bad idea," Akaashi Keiji grumbled, though he was smiling wider than he did most days. "You're all really fucking drunk."
"So what?" his boyfriend, Bokuto Koutarou, slurred dopily, smiling at nothing as he downed another shot and gestured for a refill. "Life your life, Keiji."
"I think I'd listen to you, if your idea of 'living life' didn't include spending an hour throwing up in the bathroom tomorrow morning," Keiji returned dryly, attempting to slide the alcohol out of the group's reach and failing at the fault of his own tipsiness.
They all roared with laughter at his words, though he made up for them by kissing Koutarou softly on the cheek.
"A display of public affection, disgusting." Oikawa Tooru spoke up, jokingly. He was the reason they were even gathered in the first place - if Y/N hadn't met him in some of her classes, she never would've been able to introduce him to her two closest friends (currently on the verge of making out), and they wouldn't all be ... hilariously drunk right then.
Tooru's roommate, Iwaizumi Hajime, snorted, leaning back on his hands in a movement that flexed his arm muscles impressively enough for Y/N to stare unabashedly. "Like you can talk when you don't get any affection, Shittykawa."
Y/N choked, spraying vodka everywhere as Hajime practically pounded her back as she cackled, hand promptly whacked over her mouth. "He's- he's got you there."
The brown-haired boy scowled at everyone gathered, who were all shamelessly laughing. "Oh, fuck you guys."
"In your dreams," Y/N still had the presence of mind to reply, with a drunkenly confident wink.
"That's revolting," Tooru groaned, throwing an empty Solo cup at the girl, who let it hit her cheek as she giggled.
Hajime slung his arm around her, causing her to flush even more than she already was from the shots, because damn, those thick-ass arms are wrapped around me. "That's my Y/N, trashtalking our little shit."
As Hajime pretended to wipe tears from his eyes, Koutarou pointed at him, excitedly shouting, "Your Y/N?! Do you like her, Zumi?!"
To their collective surprise, an actual blush spread across his cheeks. "None of your business."
"No, no, tell me!" the girl in question grinned, her words tripping over themselves the same way her feet were as she tumbled up for a bottle of mineral water or something to drink that wouldn't add to the headache beginning to pound inside her skull. "I always wanted to know, because you're really hot."
Completely unaware of her tongue being substantially loosened due to her excess alcohol consumption, Y/N's thoughts spilled from her mouth without a filter in place. She grinned widely as she returned to their circle, near-throwing the bottle of mineral water as she boldly seated herself on the black-haired boy's lap, running her hands through his hair slowly.
"Um, Y/N?" Tooru spoke up, sounding torn between laughter and second-hand embarrassment. "That's- um, that's not Iwa."
'What do you mean?" she slurred, gesturing to the spikes in his hair (a result of her playing with it, though the intoxicated student didn't know that). "He looks just like my Haji."
With the repeating of 'her' Haji's earlier words, she leaned forwards, heavy eyes flicking down to his lips as the distance between them lessened, until-
Y/N was seized by the shoulders and lifted away, deposited on the floor none too gently with a grumpy, "Hands off my boyfriend, Y/N."
"Haji's not your boyfriend!" she cried, nearly moved to tears at her frustration. "He's mi- oh, wait, I haven't asked him out yet."
Tooru let out a howl of laughter, practically beating at the floor as he barely gasped out the words he meant to say. "Y/N, you were - fuck, I wish I'd filmed it, it was so fucking funny - Y/N, you sat on Akaashi's lap!"
The statement acted like a slap to the face to give her brief clarity in her haze of drunkenness, and, true to her wheezing friend's word, when she swept the circle with refocused eyes, she found ...
1. Oikawa Tooru rolling around on the floor, choking with laughter with literal tears rolling down his cheeks.
2. A petulantly pouting Bokuto Koutarou, pulling into his arms-
3. The aggressively flushing Akaashi Keiji, who was practically deceased at the hands of second-hand embarrassment, and, finally,
4. A miraculously even redder Iwaizumi Hajime, a hand over his mouth as his gaze flickered between Y/N and his lap, blushing more and more by the second until his hand moved upwards to slap over his own eyes.
"Oh no," Y/N groaned, sudden sobriety descending over her, her face aflame. "I- Haji- oh, shit."
With those words, the vodka in her system finally sent her off to sleep, and she drowsily leaned over, her head falling on a firm shoulder before it could hit the floor.
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The first thing Y/N was aware of was the stabbing pain right behind her eyes as they struggled to open. She groaned, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, though her movements were sluggish and her limbs felt heavy.
"I take it you don't remember much about last night."
Y/N's body froze up at those words, uttered by an oh-so-familiar voice, and she finally took stock of her surroundings.
She lay on the floor of Koutarou and Keiji's dorm, where she had fallen asleep the previous night, a blanket thrown over her. Attempting to find the source of the voice, she nearly passed out when her gaze fell upon Hajime, leaning against the nearest wall with a cup of coffee in his hands, wearing no more than a pair of sweatpants.
"I gave you my shirt as a pillow," he offered, when she remained silent, desperately tearing her eyes from the tantalising sight of his bare chest with a thousand and one mental admonishments. "Didn't want you to be uncomfortable."
"Thanks," Y/N finally managed, sitting up with a hand to her head and a loud groan, as memories of the shots last night came back to her. "Wait ... Haji ... please tell me what I think happened yesterday didn't."
He laughed, the sound making her stomach turn flips. "If you mean that you sat on Akaashi's lap, tried to kiss him because you thought he was me, and then passed out from being ridiculously drunk and also catastrophically embarrassed, then yeah, it did."
She buried her head in her hands, mumbling, "I don't suppose we could act like that didn't happen?"
"Nope," Hajime smirked, wandering over to kneel in front of her, so they were at the same level. "But I can do this."
"Huh?"
He didn't give her the opportunity to ask further questions, because his lips pressed softly against hers, despite the atrocity she was sure was her morning breath and appearance.
"It's a new day," he said as he pulled back, leaving her absolutely breathless in shock. "If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you coulda just told me instead of Akaashi, y'know?"
And, just like that, Y/N was back to embarrassment. "Ooh, I so don't wanna kiss you now."
Hajime barely spared her a glance as he stood to find her some water and meds. "You sure about that?"
"No," she admitted begrudgingly.
"That's what I thought, 'my Y/N'."
"For fuck's sake, shut up, Haji!"
"That's 'my Haji' to you, isn't it?"
Y/N let out a strangled groan, refusing to let Hajime see the smile beginning to curl along her lips.
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࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!
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plaindangan · 9 months ago
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Does Junko ever decide to stop getting milked for a month or two, so that they can grow like crazy and feel the Despair of not getting all that stuff out, especially since she produces so much every day~
Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!
She has a masochistic love for it. That growing feeling of being oh-so filled with milk, knowing her body desperately needs release and constantly having to deal with the embarrassing leaking occasionally that ruins her shirts, especially in public...she's an utter slut for it~ God helps anyone (Mukuro/Yasuke) when she finally cracks and makes them spray her gallons everywhere, though the euphoria of that release is heavenly to her too~
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hungrywriter · 3 years ago
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You’re just like me pt.8
Camilo Madrigal x female!reader
Disclaimer: I don’t speak spanish, I apologise for any grammar mistakes.
A/n: This series is actually ending soon!
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“Alright, see you tonight?” Camilo said as he gave his girl a basket of bunuelos. Y/n nodded as she put her arms around him to give a quick hug. Tonight was Mariano’s proposal to Isabella. Abuela had invited Y/n to join as well and who was Y/n to refuse free food? Camilo thought that the duo doesn't seem right with each other but if that's what Abuela wanted, then they have no choice but to do it. Just as they separated from each other, Mirabel walked past. Y/n asked if she was okay but Mirabel shrugged her off, muttering something about going to Bruno’s tower to investigate under her breath. Camilo didn't hear anything but Y/n had changed her ears to bat ears to listen better. Y/n looked at Camilo and he shrugged, not thinking much about his cousin.
Earlier, when Y/n was hanging out with Camilo, she had asked about Bruno and his whole family started saying that Bruno is someone who shouldn't be talked about. It seems that Bruno caused despair everywhere he went with his future vision. Camilo exaggerated that he had a 7 foot frame, rats along his back and that he sees people’s dreams and feats on their screams. Y/n was a little sceptical at first, but when he realised how serious they were about Bruno, she wondered if such person existed. After watching her walk down the hill, Camilo went to his room to prepare for the evening's event.
It was already evening and dinner had started. Y/n sat between Camilo and Dolores. Y/n was no empath but she felt the tension between Dolores and Mirabel as the younger Madrigal stared at Dolores while scooping food on her plate. Just as Isabella shoved a plate of muffins in front of Mirabel, Dolores turned to Y/n and whispered to Y/n about Bruno’s vision. Y/n was so shocked that her mouth turned into a chicken’s beak and she clucked loudly. The whole table whipped their heads at her as Camilo rubbed her back. She laughed nervously and changed back, coughing chicken feathers out her mouth. 
Now it was Y/n’s turn to play the staring contest with Mirabel. What's worse was that Mirabel was sitting right in front of Y/n. She had never been much good at keeping secrets, so she was tapping her foot nervously on the floor, pretending to smile as she looked everywhere except at Mirabel. Seeing her nervousness, Camilo asked if everything was okay with her. Y/n only nodded. When Mariano gave a plate of avocados to Mirabel, Y/n took this opportunity to tell Camilo. When he heard it, he shifted into Mirabel, then to Bruno and to a distorted version of himself. Y/n took his hand into hers and whispered to fix his face. He coughed and it was back to normal. Isabella then passed down the water, only for Camilo to tell his father, His father spat out his water and it sprayed all over Mariano. His father then told his wife and the message finally reached Mirabel’s mother. Y/n only sighed as she knew the dinner would only go horribly. 
Mirabel managed to convince Mariano to propose but things only became worse. Somehow, just somehow, Bruno’s vision tablet ended up on the dinner table and in front of Abuela. Y/n examined it closely and saw Mirabel in front of a cracked Casita. Just then, all hell broke loose. Casita started to crack, and everyone’s powers seemed to be failing them, except Y/n’s of course. Y/n didn't know what to do but suddenly she felt Camilo’s hand become bigger. She looked to her left and saw that Camilo shifted into a man but a baby’s head replaced his normal one. When he made eye contact, he grew a moustache. Y/n would laugh but she bit it back considering the situation. The Guzmans left in a panic state while Abuela hurriedly shouted that the magic was still stronk. After that, the Madrigal family left the dining room. Camilo moved a few steps forward when he noticed that Y/n wasn't following him.
“Hey, you okay?” He whispered for the second time that night.
“Huh? Yeah, yeah I’m fine. You go ahead, I’ll be right behind ya,” She replied, rubbing his hand with her thumb. A soft smile appeared on Camilo's face as he stepped outside to see what was happening.
Y/n took a deep breath before joining her lover outside, only to be interrupted by rats carrying Bruno’s shattered tablet. Y/n glanced outside and saw that the Madrigal was in a frenzy state so she figured that they wouldn't notice if she was gone for a while. She changed into a rat and followed them. They went into a hole and through a few tunnels when she reached a room. The room had a chair, a table and a few clothes were hung on a string at the back of the room. Y/n climbed the table and she saw chalk lines drain on it. There were words too. It took her a few minutes to figure out that it spelled out ‘Bruno’. So, Bruno was real after all. An old, shaggy man entered the room with Mirabel following him behind. That man must be Bruno.
“So, you’ve never left,” Mirabel said. 
“W-well, I left my tower, which, as you know, has a lot of stairs. And here, eh? Kitchen adjacent! Ooh, Ooh, plus free entertainment!” Bruno said as he picked Y/n up and placed her that looks like a theatre with another rat.
“So, what do you like? Do you like sports? Game shows? Telenovelas? Their love could never be,” He said, as he put cards with holes that fit Y/n’s head nicely. 
“Only three shows? Must be boring,” Y/n spoke up, forgetting that she was still in her rat form. The Madrigal duo looked at you, one with a look of surprise and another with a smile.
“That rat, he can talk?!” Bruno shrieked as he took his broom, wanting to smack the talking rat with it. Mirabel pushed back her uncle while trying to convince that Y/n was a human too.
“First things first, old man, I am not a rat,” Y/n said. “And second,” She continued while changing back to a human, “I’m a girl,” At  this point , Bruno looked like he was about to faint but he managed to hold on. Mirabel started asking her tio about the vision and they started to have a serious conversation. Y/n played with her furry friends and did not join the conversation as she felt that it was rude to pry on a family matter, yet she listened to it from far. When Bruno explained, she finally made sense of what had happened and that his family and the people were wrong about him and he was just misunderstood. 
“Or maybe I’m wrong. You know, it's a mystery. That’s why this vision is-pfft.” Bruno said as he pushed Mirabel and Y/n out of the door.
“Look, if I could help anymore, I would, but that’s all I know. Good luck, I wish I could see more,” He said as he closed the door. Mirabel sighed and her shoulders slumped. As Y/n patted her back, she had a crazy thought. Y/n grabbed Mirabel’s hand and kicked Bruno's door.
“You wish you could have seen more, then see more! Have another vision!” Y/n said, as she marched towards Bruno. Mirabel caught on to her friend’s idea and joined her as well. 
“Look, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, you wrecked my vision cave. Which is a problem, because I need a big, open space.” Bruno protested. 
“We’ll find one!” Y/n exclaimed.
“Where?” Bruno asked and there was silence upon them. It did not occur to the teenagers that an open space would be hard to find and they don't have much time. All of a sudden, a young voice broke the silence.
“Use my room,” Antonio said, as he and his animals filled Bruno’s room.
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bioodorange · 4 years ago
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||The Pastas At The Beach||
this was originally like an entirely different post but ehhh this ways better!
disclaimer Im setting this like, at a beach with a boardwalk and such next too it? Public beach, small time vacationing!
and that they conviently like..pass as human
I hope you guys enjoy!! remember too check out my announcement board!
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Jeff the Killer
Jeff doesn't really do much at the beach
The salt water irritates his skin and he burns easily, doesn't want too deal with it
Spends most of his time asleep
Hogs all the damn towels by sprawling out all over all of them
Gets sand over everything that they brought with them
Forgets how wind works and it gets everywhere
When its time for some of em too go get food, he always fucking goes
Wants too walk around and do something, and maybe not get blamed for all the fucking sand when everyone sits back down
He wears one of those like protective long sleeved shirts? and red swim trunks that are just somewhat obnoxiously bright
While getting the food he has a brilliant idea
Befriends the fucking seagulls
Lures them back too their umbrellas and just vibes with his bird army
atleast he's not alone anymore?
Ben Drowned
first off I know like he doesn't go swimming
but imagine if he did
his fucking goggles get filled up with blood
gets weird ass tan lines from the blood on his face like, when he's not swimming
has too wear the goggles when he puts on sunscreen-
ok ok thats it
fucker wears like mountain dew swim trunks
and those arm floatie things despite not going anywhere near the water
He tries too sit around Jeff but that gets boring fast-
Just walks the fuck off without telling anyone, on a journey for adventure
Will spend literal hours sitting underneath the boardwalk until someone finds him
After that they get him like one of thise beach toy kit things
Sally's nice enough too fill the bucket with water too, so they can make sand castles and stuff
She walks along the shore line with him, gets pretty shells too
Also if Ben were too go in the water
He's a fucking shark magnet with all that blood-
But don't tell him that, he won't come back too the beach
Ticci Toby
Toby is very excited too go to the beach
He didn't get out much as a kid
Siked as hell too get in the water
Drops his stuff off as soon as possible and runs right into the water
And thats when he realizes he can't fucking swim
Awkwardly flaps his arms around until a wave moves him along too back where he can stand
Everyones kinda confused when he comes back like "?? You were so excited, what happened?"
"I can't swim :(("
Cody volunteers to teach him right away, like the great brother he is
The thing is Cody is a horrible fucking teacher
Another few minutes of Toby getting owned by some waves and Cody just screaming stuff like
"Use your arms Toby- no not like that how I showed you- no I'm not going too help how are you supposed to learn-"
That's when Kate drags him back too shore and Doby and Brian teach him instead
In a bit he learns and ends up having a lot of fun
I feel like Toby would really like boogie boarding?
A lot easier then surfing but still a good time
Also they have too tie a red scarf around his arm so they don't loose his ass in a crowd, or in the water
Third Base
so far, Doby's the only one on this list who actually came prepared
I feel like he'd use one of those face lotions that has SPF 30 in it already?
Smart enough so he doesn't have too smear sun screen around his face, can just use the spray stuff and get going
Also has shoes and sunglasses too go with each like swimsuit/outfit he brings
Mans is put together
Really likes collecting shells and stuff
Walks with Sally, shows her how too find them
Wakes up kinda early as it is? So its easy for him too go too the beach early and find the shells before the tide pulls them back out
It's one of his favorite times, actually
The suns just rising, a few shops are opening, only a handful of people are on the beach
Does it everyday as his "alone time" before everyone else wakes up
Spends most of his time with everyone kinda relaxing?
I can see him really liking those beach volleyball games
Or just playing frizbee in the shallow water!
Really, really enjoys making sand castles
Builds a moat and everything so it stays up when the waves start coming closer
X-Virus
Cody, another kid who never got much beach expierence
But acts like he did
Buys one of those waterproof, phone lanyard things
Forgets too fucking close it properly
Doesn't have the first idea of what seagulls are like
"Oh come on buys its fine-" gets fucking owned for his cheesestick
Lowkey scared of them after that
Refuses too eat on the beach after that
Sits with ben under the board walk and curls around his chips
Spends most of his time in the water
Wants too see how far he can go before the lifegaurd calls him back
Finds it funny as shit too just slowly go deeper while grinning at them
Until a wave slaps him in the back of the head
And then he gets scared of the deepwater too
After he looses Swimming Coach privellages gets really fucking salty and sulks on the beach
Kate takes pity on him and walks around the boardwalk with him
But he also didn't know you have too reapply sunscreen after you go swimming
Gets really really bad sunburn
Jeff, Ben and Toby take turns slapping it whenever he gets too cocky
Masky
This is gonna be a Dad Tim one, fight me
Really has no idea what the fuck is going on, but still manages too keep everyone together?
Tells the same story, atleast twice a day, about the killer wave that almost took his shorts off
Gets in fights with seagulls whenever they get realitively close too the group
Also buys one of those crappy beach wagon things too put their stuff in
Buys a mug and cheesy beer koozie
Doesn't enjoy the beach that much but gets excited too go?
Ends up sitting down for most of the time unless he gets dragged on walks
Might just kinda walk until the water is at his knees and just kinda stand there, and nod a little
Giving mother nature his approval
He takes Sally out and holds onto her stomach, lifts her up over the waves whenever they come
Asks her what she can see, before he drops her back down
Tries it with Ben, gets kicked in the gut-
Favorite time is when it's dark and they go
Not for a long time, just a few minutes too walk along the shore before it gets dark
Hoodie
Designated photographer
Is supposed too be taking photos but mostly gets footage of the stupid shit that happens
Like Jeff not being able too figure out the dishwasher or Clockwork wrestling with her dresser where only half the drawers worked
Just kinda sits back and watches things go up in flames
He's the designated like playlist guy too? On the drive over, whenever he got bored just
"Hey what song should I play?"
And watches chaos ensue
His vacation is watching everyone else have a bad time
Makes up for it though, saves them a shit ton of money by making dinner every night.
I feel like he genuinely enjoys late nights on the beach, like Tim
Gets some beautiful photos of the water, and people taking walks that he's pretty damn proud of
Maybe once or twice he'll join Doby for a walk too get pictures of the rising sun
Likes getting small things from the gift shops
Shark teeth, maybe a cheesy snowglobe
Something silly but nice too remember the trip by
Eyeless Jack
first things first, ya know those double-lens glasses? Like you flip up the sunglass part and theres normal lenses underneath? Someone gave him those
But their are crappy eyes painted on the normal lenses
He's very confused but its just ridiculous enough for him too like
The beach isn't his favorite place, I HC him as nocturnal and most things are open during the day
He takes too the rides and crappy carnival games that are open late at night
He can't see everything super well but makes up fun things for himself
Enjoys going on rollercoasters that he has no idea what the hell the drops look like
Fucking hates bumper cars
Can't tell where everyone's coming from or when
More nerve racking then fun
Whenever they go to the beach beach he just kind of chills
Akwardly curls up on a towel because he's big as shit
Where ever they stay he walks around, uses his echo location shit too find out all its quirks
"This walls more hallow then that one- those support beams in the lobby are doing a very shitty job of keep things together"
Loves sitting out on the balcony and just smelling the salt air, listening too people laughing and the ocean waves
Just the small details a lot of people miss
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queenfinehair · 3 years ago
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Until the bitter end
Chapter six
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Warnings: Violence, blood, death. Small bits of gore.
Song mood and This one
Disclaimer: gif not mine, it belongs to
A wave of cheering greets you as you make your way back to the tents of the camp. Halfdan is smiling with his arms wide and it's the first time you'd seen that smile so big across his face. He absolutely sparkled under the rising sun. Hands from campers pat his back and a hug from Bjorn follows. The message had been delivered to the lot and no one could quite believe that Halfdan, of all people, was going to be a father. Not only was he to be a father, but a husband to boot.
With the cheering crowd and Halfdan smiling, Bjorn leaves his side to go to yours. "Congratulations, Y/N." Wrapping you up he hugs you close. The sibling-like feel of him warms your heart as you offer a "Thank you," hugging Bjorn back.
"And you are sure you want to fight?" He asks and looks at you, holding your arms at their sides gently. Children meant a lot to the blonde man, Halfdan meant just as much, so you knew his concerns. "I have already discussed this, yes I am going to fight." Your will was still strong although now your nerves did start to act up.
"I will keep an eye on you then. Halfdan said you were staying nearer the back, but I know you." He chuckles and nudges your chin with his fist. You chuckle softly, "If that is what you wish." That is all you say and walk away.
Your armor is loose on you so you head to Idunn and have her tighten you up. She did your hair so it was held back from your face. Your sword was sharp and sheathed by your hip.
It was time.
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The drums pound in rhythm as Halfdan, Bjorn and the others move on to the open field from out of the trees. He had given you one last kiss before moving out, stroking your cheek with affection as he said, "I love you, Y/N."
You watch from far back as King Harald and his pack move from across the way. The last encounter you had with him had not been a pleasant experience and you were ready for your chance. Staying so far back took away from that chance and you slowly inch a little bit closer to the front.
Idunn, ever vigilant with an eagle eye, stops you where she is. Recently she had lost a child so another person was willing you to be safe. "Y/N," her voice was gentle but firm, "be careful." Idunn's auburn hair was plaited, the braids forming a small crown around her head. The shield she held had many nicks and blood stained the scarred wood.
You nodded your agreement, body buzzing with antsy energy. Hopping in place and tapping your sword on your shield impatiently you soon hear others join in, hyping themselves up. The sound of many shields and axes pounding became deafening, the atmosphere around you crackles.
Halfdan was at the front of the ranks, eyes mad and wide as he looks towards his brother. The cries and chants from both sides spark his passion and he paces the grounds as both sides halt. Licking his lips and shouting a war cry with the rest of his people, he was ready.
The birds that swarm above must have had such a sight to see, and they were everywhere. As if watching the show, they hovered and circled; cawing, chirping and singing.
Halfdan was the first to react as the Kings men charge forward, ready for bloodshed. The man that came into contact with him was a sorry sight to see. A pathetic looking individual that stood no chance and he fell almost immediately, his blood spraying everywhere. Halfdan laughed madly as it squirted onto his armor, drops flinging to his face.
"Archers!" Bjorn shouts and soon the sky is raining arrows towards Harald's side of men. It looked promising from the beginning as many fell, but many more still came. An emotion bordering on fear runs through your veins, humming a warning.
The cries from beside you signal danger and before you know it you and the back ranks race into the woods, hunting for your prey. Arrows narrowly miss you as your shield is held up, your heart racing. They had ambushed you from the woods, your men and women not prepared for the onslaught.
Stay safe
Halfdan's words echo in your mind as you come into contact with the first of the enemies. The rattle of his axe on your shield sends you backwards. Regaining balance, your sword connects with his neck, slicing a clean cut across his throat. A strangled gargling sound are his last words and you race on, blood dripping from your blade. The battle that wages in the forest was everything opposite of staying safe. Many people were falling, screams roared into your ears and you knew you were trapped there.
Then there was Idunn, again, by your side and she was dragging you out of the trap. "Get out of here!" She yells, pushing you through the thick of the trees. Back on the field things weren't any better, so many of your people already fallen as King Harald's army kept coming. From all directions you see people dying, limbs being cut off, some hanging loosely by meger strips of flesh and cartilage. One woman you come across had her stomach split wide open, her intestines showing, gooey and redish pink as they ooze out of the wound.
Halfdan was drenched in blood and sweat, both liquids rolling down his face. He cries to the sky, amping up the people around him to stay strong. "Fight!" He shouts, "Do not back down, do not run! This is your destiny!" A woman charges at him, her sword drawn, shield raised to protect her body. Halfdan is quicker and more agile as he slides by her, spins and his weapon cuts deep into her back. She falls flat with a choke and he steps on her, pulling the axe from the meat.
Harald. You saw him in the mess, fighting, killing your people with no remorse. Yelling his own battle cry you see Halfdan then, close by his brother. Their eyes lock and for everything going on around you, you freeze. Only when an arrow whooshes by you do you run faster ahead, your target in sight.
Halfdan pauses as he faces Harald, both men panting, covered in sticky red. They share conflicting emotions as they stare at one another. The younger of the brothers waiting on Harald's next move. Why wasn't he attacking? You think as another man before you is knocked down, a sword piercing into his eye. He wails before the weapon you hold drives deep in his mouth, cutting off the cries.
"I don't want to kill you, brother!" Harald shouts, raising his sword, "it is not too late to join me!"
The scene before your eyes is in slow motion. It's like you're running through thick mud as you race to Halfdan, tears stinging your eyes as you watch your life flash before you.
Harald strikes Halfdan then, a clean and quick clean cut going down the side of the younger man's neck. Halfdan doesn't fall at first, his wide eyes look in your direction before toppling over. Harald bends down to him, holding his brother's neck.
The noise that comes from you is primal, "NO!" It hurts your throat, scratches it as you unleash the sound. As fast as you were trying to run before, you find your steps stopping right in their tracks. Your legs are shaking and threatening to give way.
"I will see you in Valhalla, brother." Are the final words Halfdan hears before the life fades from his eyes.
"HARALD!" another violent cry from you before you're scrambling to reach Halfdan's side, only to be intercepted by a strong pair of hands. Bjorn.
"Look at me, Y/N!" He shouts, "it is too late for him! Run! Now!" He tries to shake sense into you, slapping at your face to get your attention.
The world stops around you as you look into Bjorn's eyes and shake your head. "I need his body, Bjorn!" Your voice is crazed and you sound like a mad woman. Your safety was the last thing on your mind.
"Later! Now go!"
One last glance around and you know the situation is hopeless, too many of you have fallen and Harald's army is relentless in their attacks. Where one man falls from the Kings side, three of your people go down.
Bjorn pushes you gently, urging you to safety and you go, running back to find the shelter Halfdan had first told you to find.
----- Aftermath -----
It was done. The battle was over and you all had suffered a great loss of men and women. People were now on the grounds searching for bodies of their friends, lovers and spouses. Puddles of blood dot around the now barren field. You saw grisly sights that now sent a wave of sick into your stomach. You have to breathe through your mouth and keep swallowing to fight off throwing up.
Some still beg for help but it's far more humane to end their misery. Bjorn sends more people to their fate, you can no longer bear the violence and blood. What was the point anymore? To slay humans for lands that you didn't care about? For kingdoms that you'd never be apart of?
With Bjorn by your side you're both running to find Halfdan. You refuse to let Harald take him, he didn't deserve the body of his slain brother. You figure that if Harald wanted his brother, he'd have taken his hours ago. No, this was your right.
Closing in on where the front ranks had been you see Halfdan and rush over. Falling to your knees you take his head into your arms, the blood from his ghastly wound had already begun to coagulate but it still managed to get on you. "My sweet Halfdan," you cry kissing his forehead and then his cheeks. "Valhalla is lucky to have gained you. You are worthy, I hope you know that."
Bjorn stands beside you and watches as you lovingly caress Halfdan's hair. It's matted with sweat, blood and mud, his eyes still wide open. You try not to curse the gods and their will but you're confused by their promises. A life for a life? You think as your body shakes with grief, cradling Halfdan's limp neck.
"No, no, no." You shake Halfdan gently, voice weak, "please wake up." You choke out, growing furious at your fate. "We are not yet married and you have a growing family now. Wake up, Halfdan!" His head lolls back and forth, lifeless eyes never looking to anything particular as you shake him again.
"Y/N." Bjorn kneels next to you and removes your hands from Halfdan, picking up his body. "Come now, we shall give him a good send off."
A last fleeting look back and you pick up the battle axe your lover had wielded, walking away with Bjorn.
You were done fighting forever that day. You gained nothing and lost everything, lost the one person who mattered most to you. The world seemed somehow duller in color, the sounds coming to you like your head was under water. If this is what grief was, it was otherworldly.
The fire blazes as Halfdan's body, surrounded by extravagant furs, jewels and axe, is sent away. Tears fall freely as you close your eyes and offer the gods anything you can for his safe journey to greet them. His favorite light beige color of fur dangles in your hands, gripping it with such force your knuckles are white. The breeze picks up and fuels the flames higher to the stars. Many stand back from the heat but you stay put, happy with the intense warmth. Had it not been for the seed in your womb you would gladly have laid in the fires to go with Halfdan.
"Y/n..." a voice floats to you and your eyes search, brain so foggy from today. It's only Bjorn and he's grabbing your arm to move you back from the fire. You hadn't noticed that you were inching closer, vaguely watching the skin on Halfdan bubble up.
"Bjorn.... I can't-" and you take a quick breath in, exhaling through your nose. The smell is overwhelming and you can feel what little you had to eat sneaking up through your throat.
Bjorn watches as you heave the contents up, patting your back as more people leave. The sickness keeps coming on and soon you're just plain heaving. Nothing but stomach cramps are left. You slowly rise, wipe your eyes and nose as Bjorn stands with open arms.
Shaking your head you refuse the hug. You can see the tears in his eyes and know that if you hug him and he cries, that's it. "I can't hug you." You sniffle and swallow hard.
"Then I'll hug you." He snatches your body up into a tight embrace. The sight of Halfdan burning is more than you can process now, his body unrecognizable. You close your eyes away from the sight and wrap your arms tightly around Bjorn.
"I miss him already," you whisper, "How can I do this alone?"
"You won't be alone. I made a promise before the battle that should Halfdan fall, I would look after you. Funny, it's almost like he knew what was going to happen today."
Setting you down, Bjorn places his hand on your shoulder and you stand in silence for the better part of an hour.
"Come, let us go back, we need to move on." Bjorn says as gently as he can.
With a final look at what's left of Halfdan, you blow him a kiss, chin quivering. "Until my final hour, I will never stop loving you."
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