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♥︎ BUCK OFF - dodger , suga's sweetheart, the people's rodeo clown
♥︎ MIDWEST ASSHOLE - tag key, m. list, my sweeties
♥︎ ROUTE 69 - utterly devoted , so good I could taste it
PINK PONY CERTIFIED BANGERS
✶short n sweet - e. semi
✶'88 ford - s. kita
✶bitter - k. kyotani “mad dog”
✶muse - m. yaku
MUSE . . . yaku morisuke + f! reader
⤷ spinoff to bitter
art by marina grechanik, find it (and more) here
✦ ART IS RESISTANCE ✦
warnings : 17+ to read, addiction, drugs + alcohol, language, blood + violence, illegal activities, broken/dysfunctional families, mental health struggles, mentions of trauma, inaccurate knowledge of the japanese educational system (reader is a teacher…again), toxic relationships, yaku is a horrible person at first, reader isn't great either, yes I'm reposting this bc the suga idea no longer spoke to me, for you @shortcakebaby <3
vandalistic tendencies : playlist → tba, moodboard
pick your poison : taglist open. send an ask or reply to this post
CHAPTER ONE
has this been done with this kaiser panel? yes? no? well i'm sick so i'm doing it either way
hardworking farmer and (unhelpful) little foxes
sorry boss, I can't come into work. i have to be annoying about haikyuu on tumblr dot com
“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun
MUSE . . . yaku morisuke + f! reader
✦ MOODBOARD ✦
⋆ LONELY DAY . system of a down
“ such a lonely day shouldn't exist // it's a day that I'll never miss // such a lonely day, and it's mine // the most loneliest day of my life // and if you go, I wanna go with you // and if you die, I wanna die with you // take your hand and walk away ”
⋆ AESTHETICS . strangers to lovers
clothes smelling like cigarettes and weed, lungs heaving for air, sitting on the curb, wicked grins, spray paint on fingers, changing for the worse, stop lights at 3am, withdrawals and shaky hands, shitty apartments, locking eyes with teary ones, sharing cigarettes, chain link fences, tired eyes, kisses that taste like liquor, hidden faces in the cover of night, paint splatters on clothes, imposter syndrome, bloodied knuckles and busted lips, crumbled sheets, “I bit the hand of god and now he won't feed me either”
⋆ PROBLEMS . mother mother
“ I've found love in the strangest place // tied up and branded, locked in a cage // I say I'm gonna stage a great escape // let loose a love all pent up and painfully out of place // I'm a loser, a disgrace // you're a beauty, a luminary, in my face ”
MUSE . . . yaku morisuke + f! reader
✦ PROLOGUE : UZ ✦
warnings : 17+ to read, language, illegal activities
She's already out of breath by the time she nears a fence, running so hard her lungs may as well cave in. She makes quick work of jumping it, hooking her fingers in the chain link and forcing herself up despite her body wanting to give up.
If she stops, she gets arrested. And being arrested means losing her job.
It's cushy, nice, but not as much pay as she'd like it to be. Although, she doesn't think of it as work most days; more often than not she loses herself within the motions, finds herself deep within a project or something of the sort. Most days, she comes home dead tired, but content. Then finds herself going back out in the middle of the night, the witching hour, to abandoned buildings or run down billboards.
She teaches intermediate art, advanced art, and art history at the high school down the road. Not even a five minute walk from her apartment. But in the dead of night, when everyone sleeps, she's a vandal - of sorts.
“UZ eludes police again.”
“Controversial mural downtown is spectacled to be from the vandal UZ.”
“Who is UZ?”
Art was never a stranger to her.
She teaches it. She lives it. She might very well get arrested for it one day.
But she finds solace in the spray paint and secrecy. A version of herself she's more confident in, where she's allowed to be herself - express feelings she would normally leave unsaid. There's something comforting about anonymity, to hide behind the facade that was UZ.
But she can't hide behind shit if she's caught. So she runs for her life, for her dignity, for her sanity and well being.
She doesn't stop until she knows she's lost the police, until she doesn't hear the hurried footsteps behind her. And she slinks into an alley with her chest on fire, and thanks a higher power she's able to go to work tomorrow.
