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NurseyDex: Different Colors
Inspired by this Tumblr post: http://knowaczerny.tumblr.com/post/154078165214/this-is-something-that-has-been-bothering-me-for-a
“Nursey, what the hell man, it’s like three am,” Dex whined as Nursey flipped on the light in the Haus livingroom (Dex had been crashing there to help Chowder study). It was a Saturday night, and Dex really did not want to deal with Nursey’s slam poetry angst, or whatever he was going to rant about today.
“First off, it’s eleven. Second, we’ve been putting off a talk we really need to have.”
Dex sat up at this, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His blue sweatshirt was wrinkled. “What’s up?”
“Look, this has been bothering me for months. Please do not get defensive, but I need to talk to you about your white privilege. Before you say anything, I understand that being poor is a sucky thing to go through. I know I have a monetary privilege over you, and I respect that. Trust me, I am not sa
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Tsukkiyama: Constellations
Yamaguchi hated his freckles. This much was no secret. He was bullied for them his whole life. They were constant reminders of the pain and torture of the past. They were like small bullet holes of the hurtful words he had received in his youth.
So it really should be no surprise that he ended up in front of his bathroom mirror, crying and scratching at his face until he drew blood. An all-too-pale concealer was open and smeared onto his cheeks, uneven and streaky. His uniform was disheveled on his shoulders. Yamaguchi looked at himself one last time, and reluctantly clicked off the light, and left his house.
Tsukishima was waiting for him outside his fence, and pulled his headphones off of his ears. He lifted his gaze to look at Yamaguchi. His face immediately twisted (albeit not noticeable to the naked eye) into one of concern. His hand found itself on Yamaguchi’s cheek, as soon as the shorter boy was beside Tsukishima.
“Yamaguchi, what happened?” Tsukishima’s
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SnowBaz: Wings
“SIMON SNOW!” Baz screeched, and bounded over to Simon’s bedroom.
Simon sat up from his bed, and looked Baz in the eyes, “What happened? Was there an attack or something? Do I need to call Penny? I think she’s visiting Micah in America--wait, what are you doing in my flat at three in the morning?”
Baz rolled his eyes, and held up the document he was clenching in his fist. Simon eyed the document carefully. The awful penmanship of the doctor’s chicken scratch was enough to make is obvious it was the document the magickal surgeon gave him about getting his wings and tail removed.
“This couldn’t have waited until the morning?”
“It is the morning Simon.”
“Hardly,” Simon huffed, and threw his blanket back over his head. He shuffled, trying not to sit on one of his red wings.
Baz sat down beside the partially scaled boy, and ran his fingers through Simon’s curly hair. Baz loved everything about Simon. H
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Nezushi Soulmate AU: Timer
Soulmate AU: Where a person has a timer on the inside of their arm counting down to the moment they will meet their soulmate.
Also this will take place when Nezumi and Shion are children for most of the story.
Nezumi was free. Granted there were several officers chasing after him trying to kill him, but he was free. The squish of mud under his feet made him feel more alive than he had in his whole life. The cool air nipping at his nose made him want to cry from happiness. It also made him wish he had a coat. Nezumi looked down at his arm. The numbers were still counting down. He had thought they'd be at zero. He had thought they were counting down his moments until freedom. Apparently not, considering his timer was still at five minutes. He'd find out what it was counting down to soon enough. For now, he had to keep running.
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Shion hated waiting. He hated looking at his arm finding numbers glowing back at him. He just wanted to meet this person, and fall in love. Maybe he'd end up m
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RenMasa Songfic: The End of All Things
Songfic: Put your music on shuffle and write a fic based on that song. But plot twist, you only have the duration of the song to write the fic.
His hair was tousled by his own fingers running through it repeatedly. Dry tears stuck to his cheeks as he laid alone in his bed. Masato was dead. An insane fan shot him, for refusing to kiss her cheek. Ren could feel his heart falling to the floor with every passing second. He could almost feel the world stopping. As if everything would be still while Masato wasn't here.
"This just in, STARISH member Masato Hi-" Ren clicked the television off. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear anything.
He grabbed the picture of him and Masato and smashed it on the ground.
"Why did you leave me?!" Ren screamed at the picture.
Nothing replied but the silence that seemed to rattle the earth.
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Oikawa x Reader Soulmate AU: Space Hoes and Ankles
Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate have matching tattoos.
“Is anyone honestly surprised that I would have a tattoo of Saturn as my soulmate tattoo?” you asked, laying your head on top of your history textbook.
“No not at all. Honestly all your space talk gives me a headache. You’re almost as bad as that guy on the volleyball team. What’s his name? Oikawa?” your friend replied leaning back in their seat.
You scoffed, “I’m nothing like that playboy. Honestly I am offended you even compared me to him.”
Your friend laughed and hit you on the shoulder. You sighed and leaned back in your chair. A moment before class was to begin, you got a text from your significant other.
It read: "Hey [Name] we should see other people. I’m sorry this is sudden, but I found my soul mate. Good luck finding yours."
You stared at your phone in disbelief. They did not break up with you over text message. They weren’t like that. You blinked h
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"Can I tell you something?" You turned, your hands playing with the hem of your shirt.
Tsukishima raised his eyebrow. His honey colored eyes looked over your much smaller form. He could see how nervous you were. Whether you liked it or not, he could read you like a book.
"I guess," his voice was dismissive. As if your words meant very little to him.
Your throat went dry. Tsukishima stared up at you expectantly. His long finger pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He let his cocked eyebrow fall back into a resting position.
“I-I,” you stammered.
The walls of Tsukishima’s bedroom seemed to choke you. They were painted a plain creamy white. Taking another deep breath in, you sat beside Tsukishima on his bed. His gaze was focused on the ceiling as he laid down with his arms perched behind his head. He had a dinosaur pillow (that you had bought him) under his back.
“Kei, I’m moving.”
Tsukishima’s eyes widened. His gaze tore away fro
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Inspired by this Tumblr post: knowaczerny.tumblr.com/post/15…

“Nursey, what the hell man, it’s like three am,” Dex whined as Nursey flipped on the light in the Haus livingroom (Dex had been crashing there to help Chowder study). It was a Saturday night, and Dex really did not want to deal with Nursey’s slam poetry angst, or whatever he was going to rant about today.

“First off, it’s eleven. Second, we’ve been putting off a talk we really need to have.”

Dex sat up at this, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His blue sweatshirt was wrinkled. “What’s up?”

“Look, this has been bothering me for months. Please do not get defensive, but I need to talk to you about your white privilege. Before you say anything, I understand that being poor is a sucky thing to go through. I know I have a monetary privilege over you, and I respect that. Trust me, I am not saying I have not had an easier life monetarily. But you always seem to forget that, unlike you, I am biracial. I am not white, and that’s a scary thing, Dex. It really is--”

“Nursey, look--”

“Please let me finish. I need to explain this so you can understand where I am coming from when I get frustrated okay?  

“My mama checks the news every night to make sure my name is not listed as a hate crime victim. My father is a black man. He gets stares anytime he goes into a gas station for a candy bar. He can’t get a damn candy bar without people thinking he’s dangerous.

“As for me I was bullied a lot, Dex. For my skin, for my hair, for my accent and way of talking. Things I couldn’t control. That’s when I started writing poetry, when all the anger just couldn’t be sealed anymore. It helped, a little. But one day I was cornered after school. These big white boys beat me so bad I couldn’t move. My mama came to the school to pick me up and found me there. She found me covered in my own blood, Dex. I was helpless. I was, I was eight at the time. So she put me in hockey to help me get stronger.

“So I played, bulked up a bit, and could protect myself. Mostly, anyway. My mama was finally starting to feel like I could start to do things on my own again. Luckily nothing quite that bad has happened since then, but I am afraid it will. I am so, so afraid.

“I am scared whenever I see a cop. I have to put my head down and hope he doesn’t notice me. I am constantly afraid that one day I will be killed by a cop for doing nothing. Dex, you don’t have to deal with this. You don’t have to worry about the cops upholding your rights, or have to feel fear whenever anyone looks at you funny. You don’t have to live in the constant fear of death, and I do,” Nursey turned away and bit his lip harshly. He was not going to cry in front of Dex.

“That’s not even to mention that my mama’s muslim, and is constantly being turned away service. People think she’s a terrorist, and that’s scary, because I keep thinking that my mama’s going to get killed by some damn Trump supporter with one too many guns.

“But this in no way undermines the fact that you don’t come from a family of money. You’ve had your struggles, but I really hope you can see where I was coming from in the past now,” Nursey finishes and turns toward Dex, whose eyes are as wide as saucers.

“Nursey,” Dex began, “I really had no idea. I really hope you didn’t think that I was in anyway trying to be racist, it’s just,” Dex trailed off not knowing how to put how he was feeling into words.

“Growing up in a small suburban town filled with nothing but white people you don’t really think about race? Where I come from all that mattered was money, and I guess that I didn’t really think too much about race coming here either. Like now I see that your struggles were hard, but back then I just thought money equaled happiness and privilege. Nurse, I just, I’m sorry. I really am, for what I said. For, for being ignorant. For making you feel like you weren’t safe. We’re D-men, we have to have each other’s backs, and I hope you know if anyone ever makes a racist remark to you I will not hesitate to jump in and stop them.”

Nursey’s eyes let the unshed tears fall down his cheeks in slow rivers. No one had ever said that to him. No one had ever told him anything like that before. No one promised to protect him from other people, and it made Nursey’s heart flutter just a bit. Nursey let out a strangled sigh, and Dex pulled him into a hug.

“I know I can never understand what you’re going through, but by god Nursey I am going to try and help you. Let me into your head every now and then, okay? I like this better than fighting.”

“Me too, Dex. I really like this better than fighting.” They fell asleep like that, on the disgusting vomit-green couch, in each other’s arms.
NurseyDex: Different Colors
Totally was not listening to Walk The Moon while writing this. Anyway, there are plenty of OMGCP fans who have noticed the trend of fanfictions disregarding Nursey's race in favor of Dex's lack of money. While Dex being poor is important, there needs to be more fics about Nursey's race, so I contributed a thing.
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Iwaoi Fallingforyou
Based on the song Fallingforyou by The 1975. I have many emotions about these boys, so this kind of became a vent piece? I don't know, but this is just a little rough sketch, nothing too serious.
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Yamaguchi hated his freckles. This much was no secret. He was bullied for them his whole life. They were constant reminders of the pain and torture of the past. They were like small bullet holes of the hurtful words he had received in his youth.


So it really should be no surprise that he ended up in front of his bathroom mirror, crying and scratching at his face until he drew blood. An all-too-pale concealer was open and smeared onto his cheeks, uneven and streaky. His uniform was disheveled on his shoulders. Yamaguchi looked at himself one last time, and reluctantly clicked off the light, and left his house.


Tsukishima was waiting for him outside his fence, and pulled his headphones off of his ears. He lifted his gaze to look at Yamaguchi. His face immediately twisted (albeit not noticeable to the naked eye) into one of concern. His hand found itself on Yamaguchi’s cheek, as soon as the shorter boy was beside Tsukishima.


“Yamaguchi, what happened?” Tsukishima’s thumb gently grazed against one of the cuts on Yamaguchi’s left cheek.


“Oh… I just fell while I was practicing at home is all,” Yamaguchi scratched the back of his neck nervously.


“Bullshit. What the hell did you do?” Tsukishima looked down at his thumb that was coated in the concealer. Yamaguchi looked up at him, tears slowly welling in his eyes. They began to fall to the ground, leaving little dark circles on the concrete.


“Tadashi,” Tsukishima gently lead him back inside of his house, and sat him at a chair in the kitchen. He grabbed a washcloth and gently washed away the concealer, and the dried blood stuck to his cheeks.


“We’re going to be late for morning practice,” Yamaguchi replied, voice still wavering.


“Shut up Yamaguchi.”


“Sorry, Tsukki.”


Tsukishima sighed, and set the washcloth down. He reached into his bag, and grabbed a black pen. He slowly unbuttoned Yamaguchi’s jacket, and shirt, until his freckled skin was exposed. He gently connected some of the dots on his neck together.


“Ursa Minor.”


He then undid his own shirt, and gave the pen to Yamaguchi, “Draw this.”


Yamaguchi carefully drew the design Tsukishima had pulled up on his phone.
“Ursa Major.”


“Tsukki why are you doing this?”

“Now we match,” Tsukishima took the pen back, and carefully traced more designs onto Yamaguchi’s skin.


“Scorpio, Draco, Libra, Pegasus. People have found beauty in these stars forever. They found images, hell, they even created personalities for these balls of gas in the middle of the void. You have these on your body. All of these beautiful things,” Tsukishima absentmindedly traced the patterns all over Yamaguchi’s body.


“Tsukki-”

“You’re beautiful Tadashi. I love every bit of you. I love every freckle, everything.”


Yamaguchi teared up again, but these weren’t tears of self-hatred. As the tears began to fall again, he buried his face into Tsukishima’s jacket. A miniscule smile spread on Tsukishima’s face, and he placed his hand to cradle the back of Yamaguchi’s head. He whispered different constellations to him, and calmed Yamaguchi down.


“I love you too Tsukki. So much.”


“Are you okay now?”


“I think so.”

“Okay let’s go, before we have to face the wrath of Daichi.”


Yamaguchi shivered at the thought, and hurriedly gathered his stuff to follow Tsukishima.
Tsukkiyama: Constellations
Holy wow can you believe they're practically married? Anyway, I haven't been able to stop thinking about these two (as well as Viktor and Yuuri. So much gay all at once). If any of you have suggestions or requests for a Haikyuu fic, leave me a message or comment on here with your idea. Thanks!!
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Galaxy Yamaguchi
Just something I drew, which inspired a fic that I posted as well. Soooo yeahhhh. If you're going to use this at all, please credit me (or if you see someone else use this without crediting me, please tell them to).
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“SIMON SNOW!” Baz screeched, and bounded over to Simon’s bedroom.


Simon sat up from his bed, and looked Baz in the eyes, “What happened? Was there an attack or something? Do I need to call Penny? I think she’s visiting Micah in America--wait, what are you doing in my flat at three in the morning?”


Baz rolled his eyes, and held up the document he was clenching in his fist. Simon eyed the document carefully. The awful penmanship of the doctor’s chicken scratch was enough to make is obvious it was the document the magickal surgeon gave him about getting his wings and tail removed.


“This couldn’t have waited until the morning?”


“It is the morning Simon.”


“Hardly,” Simon huffed, and threw his blanket back over his head. He shuffled, trying not to sit on one of his red wings.


Baz sat down beside the partially scaled boy, and ran his fingers through Simon’s curly hair. Baz loved everything about Simon. His heart of gold, his bright blue eyes. Even his bright red wings and tail. Why Simon would want to change anything about himself, Baz could not fathom.


“Love, you do realize that this is a permanent thing, right?” Baz continues playing with the golden coils of sunshine that was Simon Snow’s hair.


“Yes I realize this Baz, I’m as daft as you and the magickal world seems to think I am.”

“Simon I do not think you’re daft.”


Simon didn’t reply, and instead kept his gaze focused on the wall, not facing Baz. If he did, Simon knew he would break.

“Simon what is this really about?”

Simon kept mum, and kept his stare. Baz let out an inaudible sigh, and let his hand fall from Simon’s head. They sat like that for a few moments. The silence a heavy weight on their chests. A fog clouding the room, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. Baz stared at his hand holding the paper.


“I hate these wings,” Simon finally replied, clearing the fog with a single breath.


“Why?”

“They’re a constant reminder of everything I did wrong. Every time I see them I’m reminded that the Mage is dead--that I killed him. When I see them I feel the burn of my magic in my stomach, and how it’s gone. When I see them I’m reminded of the Humdrum, and the monster I created. Baz, I want them gone to I can stop hating myself.”


Baz looked over and found silent tears streaming down Simon’s cheeks. They seemed to glow in the darkness. The vampire leaned over and pressed his lips to the wet stream on Simon’s left cheek, then his right.


“Simon none of that was your fault. It was the Mages, he pulled you into this unnecessary war. You did everything you could. Can’t you see that? When I see your wings I’m reminded of every time you saved my life. When I see your wings I’m reminded of everything you heroically sacrificed so other magicians didn’t have to. When I see your wings I am reminded of every thing you are that no one else can be. Simon I love these wings, because they are a symbol of your legacy. But if you really want them gone, and it will make you happy, then I will support you.” Baz gently ran his fingers through Simon’s hair one last time before getting up to leave.


“Wait,” Simon latched onto Baz’s wrist. “Thank you. For everything Baz.”


“You sound as if you’re going to die, Snow.”


“Baz can you not be a git for three minutes?”


“Comes with being a Pitch, what can I say? Get some sleep, love,” Baz kissed Simon’s forehead and left way calmer than he had arrived.

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