#kazzie writes

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Another benefit of being homeschooled was that I was guaranteed my parents would read everything I wrote in english class. I once wrote a page-long persuasive essay about why they should buy me the lego friends dolphin cruiser.

[chrxsprettygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚…

I like the campus library It’s quiet, big and basically always empty, I don’t know how most of the students pass their classes. Anywho it’s nice in there, that’s where im currently headed, im on the phone with Chris or should I say my boyfriend (I’ll never live it down) telling him about some study group im attending. “Psychological is not just mind games Chris it’s quite deeper than that” I say into the mic of the phone as I pack a few thing into my bag “Sure if you say so sweetheart lemme see your outfit” he says my phone lights up seeing him request to FaceTime. I accept it setting my phone up so he could see my outfit, im just wearing some shorts and a T-shirt and a zip up over it “That’s what your wearing?” He ask looking at me, I raise my eyebrow questioning him “Yeah what’s wrong with it?” He shakes his head “Nothin its just…..the shorts are a bit too short” I scoff at him taking the phone out its position throwing it on the bed continuing to pack my bag “Are you one of those boyfriends that controls what their girlfriends wear?” He laughs a bit while I put my shoes on “Nah, you can wear whatever you want im just pointing it out” I smile “well I gotta go, ill talk to you later” I tell him before hanging up and leaving to the library.

I spend about 5 hours in the library. It ended up just being me and this one guy since everyone bailing. But we stayed together, helping each other out and chatting every once in a while. I didn’t even notice the 3 missed calls and 9 text from Chris until I get back home to the dorms. I hissed pressing the call button, it rings twice before he picks up, it’s silent on his end for a few seconds “Hey” I say waiting for his response, he doesn’t say anything “Hello? Chris are you there?” I question “yeah” he says dryly “were you sleeping?” I ask him checking the time, it’s only 9 pm “nah. Kinda looked like you forgot about me” he says nonchalantly, I giggled softly “no I didn’t forget about you silly I was just busy, it ended up only being me and this one guy Raven, we lost track of time I’m sorry” I explain to him while I’m doing my nighttime routine. We stay on the phone talking (mostly me about how funny Raven is), he sounds relatively annoyed every time I speak about him but my dumbass was too oblivious to tell.

I’m brushing my teeth, halfway through telling Chris how Raven practically tutored me the entire night, when I hear him exhale sharply through the phone. Not the usual chill exhale no, this one’s irritated. “You talk about him like he’s God’s gift to the psychology department,” Chris mutters. I pause mid-brush, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means,” he snaps, “you’ve been on the phone with me for ten minutes, and all I’ve heard is Raven did this, Raven said that. Like damn, did he walk you back to your dorm and tuck you in too?” My jaw drops, toothpaste foam clinging to my lip. “Are you seriously doing this right now?” He doesn’t back down. “You ignored three of my calls. Didn’t even text me once. But you had time to bond with some dude for five hours?”I rinse my mouth and glare into the mirror. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I told you it was a study group.”

“Yeah, that turned into a one-on-one library date.” “Oh my god,” I groan. “It wasn’t a date, Chris. You’re being ridiculous.” “I’m being real,” he says, voice low and tense. “You walked out of here looking fine as hell in those shorts, and then went off to spend the night laughing with some guy I don’t even know. Sorry if I don’t feel great about that.” I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone. “You know what? I don’t need this. If you don’t trust me, then—” “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he interrupts, his voice quieter but still rough, “it’s that I know how other guys look at you. I know how I look at you. And if Raven’s not thinking about you like that, he’s either blind or lying.” The air between us goes dead silent. My stomach twists not with guilt, but with something… hotter.

Chris leans closer to the camera. His voice drops, thick and low. “You wanna talk about what I was thinking about while you were gone, looking all cute in those tiny ass shorts? How I imagined you walking in the door, coming to sit on my lap and letting me remind you who you belong to?” My breath hitches. “That’s why I was calling,” he adds, eyes locked on mine through the screen. “Not ‘cause I was mad. ’Cause I missed you. And because if you were here, that Raven guy wouldn’t even exist to you right now.” My fingers grip the edge of my blanket, heartbeat suddenly louder than anything else. “Chris…” He smirks, slow and dangerous. “Next time you decide to spend five hours with some guy, just remember what you’re coming home to.” I swallow, cheeks flushed. “Okay.” He raises a brow. “Okay?” I meet his stare, voice soft and teasing. “Okay, daddy.” Chris’s jaw tightens and the look he gives me after that? Let’s just say… I’m not getting much sleep tonight.

I stare at my screen for a second, heart hammering.“Be outside in five,” I say, already reaching for my zip-up. “You serious?” he says, eyes lighting up through the camera.“Dead serious.” He doesn’t say another word — just hangs up. That alone has my stomach in knots.I throw on the hoodie, barely bother fixing my hair, and rush down the hallway of my dorm. The second I step out, the cool night air bites at my legs, but I don’t care. Chris is already there, leaning against his car, arms crossed, hoodie hood pulled low looking like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make. He looks up when he sees me, jaw clenching, eyes scanning me like he’s checking if I’m real. “Thought you were gonna make me wait,” he mutters. I walk right up to him, staring him down. “You think I’d leave you hanging after a phone call like that?”He grabs my wrist and pulls me closer not rough, but firm. Like he’s had enough pretending. His hand slips down to my waist, holding me there as his other comes up to cup my jaw.

“I was pissed,” he says, low and serious, eyes burning into mine. “Not ’cause I think you’d do anything — but because the idea of someone else making you laugh, making you smile, even for a second, when I wasn’t around to see it? Drove me fucking crazy.” I blink up at him, breath caught somewhere in my throat. “Chris…” He leans in, barely brushing his lips against mine. “Say you missed me.” “I missed you,” I whisper, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his hoodie. “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” I breathe. That’s all it takes.

His lips crash into mine — not soft, not slow, but desperate and full of every jealous, frustrated thought he had all evening. His hands slide under the hoodie, pulling me closer, like he’s trying to erase every second I spent away from him. And I let him. Because no amount of study guides or late-night sessions could touch what this feels like — being wanted, claimed, kissed like I’m the only thing that matters. When we finally break apart, I’m breathless. His forehead rests against mine. “No more library guys,” he says, smirking. “No more jealousy fits,” I counter, grinning.“Deal,” he says, then pulls me into the passenger seat. “Now get in. You’re staying with me tonight — and I’m not letting you out of my sight.

AN: this took so long I can’t

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[rainandsugarcane2000]

i will answer that ask in the morning it is infact hella late 😞😞

[swaqcenix]

Finally gonna write a bit of Emo!Yelena in college x GN!Reader & hopefully finish it asap! :3

[kazzykatt]

i tried tumblr's export blog thing on a sideblog i think doesnt have that many stuff

its been almost 10 hours and its still going

looks like i'll have to save everything manually

[kazaleas]

Its quiet. You think.

You don't even remember what time it is when you're sitting at the couch and staring at the big rectangle tv, some old news channel playing on the lowest volume setting, spewing talk about some brand recall you could care less about. It's silent here, the only sound you can focus on is the sound of the air vents blowing and the ringing of the lamp dying in the corner.

The time ticks by, broken clock in the middle of the left wall that has long lost it's ticking sound since you bought this apartment, forever stuck on 2:48pm. You don't know what time it is, but judging by the way the sun is peeking through the window shades in soft blues, it's probably early morning in the AM, and you've pulled another sleepless night of the week.

How long will it be like this? You ask yourself.

The ceiling only gets so interesting after awhile, and the fiddling of fingers and clicking of nails can only drive you crazy for so long. And still, you sit there on the leather couch that sticks to your bare skin from how long you've been in the same spot, staring up and waiting for something to happen. Something, anything. But nothing. You're tired, you want to close your eyes and maybe you'll wake up, or maybe.. the latter option.

You glance to the phone you've left on silent since Monday, reaching your hand out to it while it sits collecting dust on the coffee table. Your arms makes a cracking sound when you finally move it after hours, fingers wrapping slow around the cold black screen and pulling it towards you. The light the screen makes is nearly blinding, but a slow adjust to the brightness and you can blink away the dark spots that had formed in your eyes.

The phone reads a page of notifications formed in paragraphs. Message after message, call after call, and it goes on and on. The purple you recognize so easily, the familiar smile of the profile picture you set with the 3 fingered hand formed in the shape of a heart, and matched with the hand of a faceless person next to it, which happens to be you. The messages are all from him, the name header labeled with 2 purple hearts and a robot emoji, and the name you've been accidentally ignoring since you stopped coming outside of these familiar walls that you hide in.

Each message starts off calm, collected, worried enough that it's fair. It goes downwards after that, spam calls and more than a triple text, hour after hour, voicemails filling up your inbox, even emails. Every single app he has access to you on is filled to the brim with message after message, which would be concerning, if it weren't for the fact you have been a ghost to everybody you know for the last.. 2 weeks?

Then it's there, your phone freezes, the screen goes white, and there's two small red and green buttons and one big circle profile picture with the familiar name under it. He's calling you. Your body freezes, and your fingers twitch forward towards the screen like they wanted to click something, but you were just stuck. Staring. Watching his name, watching the phone button ring, feeling your heart stop beating in your chest just for a few moments, but your face is practically emotionless. You know you feel something, but really you can't feel it at all.

Its quiet.

[kmomof4]

Killian (Indiana) Jones?

Alright, love! After a 5min sprint- with at least the first two of those min spent staring at the doc- I got 2 sentences… and then I got another ask for the same fic from @frankensteins-mt-dew , so I will give you both everything I’ve got on the doc!

The jungle dripped with humidity as the tall man who was undoubtedly the leader pushed through the next tangle of vines and branches on the way to a cave that held the object of his desire.

Two men followed him- one plainly nervous, betrayed by the way his gaze darted around the jungle and the small flinches whenever the cries of animals concealed within the greenery reached them. The other was a native, and when the first man stopped for a moment, mopping his sweat covered brow, he approached with a chuckle.

“Not used to the heat and humidity of Columbia, eh, Dr. Jones? Aren’t you glad you brought me along…” The smug smirk on his face made Dr. Killian Jones roll his eyes in response.

“I’m fine,” he deadpanned, “I can assure you. I’ve been in jungles far worse than this. You just stay close.

Thanks for playing, y’all!

[ablatheringblatherskite]

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“Darling,” Christine suddenly said.  “Mm?” “Your heart… it's beating so fast,” she said, pulling away slightly so she could look up at him. Her hand was resting on his breast, just above where his heart was thundering away. “Are you alright?” Raoul swallowed. The truth was that he was not alright in the slightest. But he could not bring himself to say it. So he did the first thing he could think of to hide his shame—lie. 

Send an ask with any word and I'll share a snippet from one of my WIPs with that word!

[the-ultimate-muses]

🕯️ fr

Pry my muses brain!! (X)

“My emotions regarding the Tamer of Automatons have fluctuated greatly over the course of our shared knowing of one another: Annoyance, intrigue, concern, attraction, complete and utter bafflement; I could go on, but words would hardly be enough to describe all that has transpired between us. Truly dwelling on it, I can say one emotion rises above the others: frustration. 

I am not a fool, and he is not a good liar. He cares for me, but won't admit it out of the fear of possibility. Why ruin his life now, for what might not last, he says, but he has never seemed to question if what he has is even worth keeping. Yes, that man is his father, however if a parent begins to hate their child for something so inconsequential as their romantic preference, then why should the child care about maintaining the relationship at all? I am aware it is not that simple, that simply cutting someone off, especially a family member as close a parent, is hardly ever an easy task, however, it is his reluctance to talk about such a matter that upsets me the most. I no longer care about a relationship with him, not now, nor anytime in the near future. I have far too many of my own problems to hold the hand of a man unwilling to even think on the notion of working through whatever it is brewing in his pink little head. Holding yourself back because of what might happen; not pursuing a relationship because it might not last, and therefore he'll have ‘ruined’ his life with his father over ‘nothing’, it is the same as saying you will not walk outdoors because you might meet your end beyond your home's threshold. To live in such a way, it is soul destroying, for both himself and…and me. To be told you are not a risk worth taking, it…it is selfish, but there is no denying how badly it hurts. I do not hold it against him, nor do I blame him, but…it still hurts, in the end. 

However, that is not to say I do not still hold care for him, that I plan on writing him off entirely, or that I am unwilling to help should he ever need it, be it from this or any other matter that might upset him. Should he one day decided he does wish to pursue a relationship, I would not be opposed to it, however I will not sit here and twiddle my thumbs waiting around for him to admit to returning my feelings. I will always hold a love for him, it is up to him if it is to go any farther than it already has. There is nothing more for me to do with the matter. I have tried to talk, to reason, to understand, but thus far I have received nothing but denial and a refusal to explain why he is so unwilling to speak towards so much as a general reasoning for it all, let alone a way to reconcile the matter. 

I realize now that our time has not yet passed; it hasn't even come to be. It hasn't had the chance to move past an idea, a longing, and it may never evolve past what it currently is. He has much to work through, as have I. I will stay as long as he desires me to, I will never stop wishing to be his companion, no matter the definition society wishes to place upon it, but I will not pause my own life waiting for him to realize who he is and what it is he desires out of life. I can only do so much, and this is a curse I have slowly, reluctantly come to accept, it being by his own urging, in an ironic twist. This might not be the result he wished to be born from allowing myself to seek the help of others, to accept I cannot fix everything, whether on my own or with the help of another, but it is what has come to pass, as bittersweet as it may be. And…

And it hurts. That…that is my main feeling on the matter, on...on him. It hurts, and all I can do is sit here and try to stop the bleeding until it is able to clot on it's own, however long that may take...”

[kazoosandfannypacks]

hey guys um. comments are great and we love them but. don't ever comment on a fic to tell the author that you couldn't finish because you didn't like something about it. never. yes, even if it's just because of the formatting. thanks.

[gongedtornado]

h*zbin/h*lluva enjoyers fuck off from my page plz 🙏

[swaqcenix]

Back home and time to write my fics now! wohoo <3

[kmomof4]

The Rescue 👀

I had a much easier time on this ine than the other, babe! Thanks!!! And I was very happy with what I got in this sprint, so I’m gonna give you everything!

Killian took one last huge bite of scrambled eggs and swallowed a mouthful of coffee as he and his partner Robin ran for their fire-rescue truck. As the two paramedics on shift at the firehouse, they were both needed on the scene. David, Will, and Killian’s brother Liam were right behind them on their way to the ladder truck the dispatcher had called for.

Sirens screamed as the two trucks sped for the scene of the accident. The morning rush hour was in full swing and it was a nightmare trying to get halfway across the bridge to where they could see the jackknifed tractor trailer.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

🎶

The boy clutched his head with both hands, his eyes widening even more. “I—I don’t—” his breathing started to come out in little gasps as his heart hammered frantically in panic. “Why don’t I remember anything? Why—what—? I—” He could feel confused, panicked tears forming in his eyes, and he stared down at his hands, which were trembling. He clutched his chest with his nails, practically clawing at it as he felt his panicked heart beat furiously. His breathing was coming in too-short breaths, and—and—he couldn’t remember— Suddenly the girl was kneeling in front of him, her eyes level with his, and he flinched backwards in surprise. She was trembling too, but she was breathing much more calmly. Carefully, she reached out and put a hand on his forearm. Ignoring the way he flinched, she started to caress his arm gently. He tried to match her slower, steadier breathing. Eventually, they both calmed down.

This is from one of my Phantom of the Opera fic WIPs, titled, "dance of the korrigans!"

Send me a "🎶" and I'll shuffle one of my playlists and share what song I got, and post a line from my WIP that fits that song's vibe!

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Seeing that one of the lovely friends from my mutualsphere @kanerallels has gotten her book published (CHECK IT OUT, Y'ALL!) is inspiring me to work more on my original wip.

For every note this post gets, I will add 100 words to my third draft of The Admiral's Daughter.

For every ask I recieve in my sideblog inbox ( @theadmiralsdaughter ) with an ⚓ emoji, I will do a ten minute writing sprint and share a snippet of what I wrote!

Comments and reblogs are open for this, multiple asks in the inbox are welcome for this, and I'll just keep going at it until this draft is finished!

[chestnuts-secret-lair]

SINCE KAZ IS BEING A LOSER, IM DOING THE FICS TODAY. AND HELL N BACK IS GONNA HAVE MIKEY OR RAPH BCUZ I CAN ACTUALLY WRITE THEM 🌰🌰🌰