#kinda wanna make this sit in my drafts a bit longer but i also wanna post this
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
marvelshifter111 · 4 months ago
Text
đ‘»đ’‰đ’† 𝑆𝒖𝑛, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝑛 𝒂𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝒕𝒂𝑟𝑠 𝒂𝑠 𝑝𝒂𝑟𝒆𝑛𝒕𝑠
What the Sun, Moon and Stars would be like as parents if you'd be a Sun, Moon or Star child.
Tumblr media
đ‘»đ’‰đ’† 𝑆𝒖𝑛 . . .
Her voice is like birdsong – light, bright, and always guiding.
She loves waking you up and putting you to sleep, and she often takes you for morning or evening walks.
Ine her humanoid form she stands tall, about 8 feet, with sun-kissed, glowing skin. Her long, wavy blonde hair shimmers like gold, and her dresses flow like sunlight, in shades of yellow and orange, adorned with golden jewelry.
She's always watching, always protecting. A sliver of sunlight will always find you because of her. When she senses danger, her glow deepens to red, the air grows hotter, and her warmth turns fierce. Her anger is rare, but when it comes, it burns – bright, wild, and unstoppable.
She leaves traces of herself in small ways: a room suddenly warmer, a beam of light dancing across your face, or a piece of golden jewelry left where you’ll find it. Before she appears, she often whispers pet names into the light – “My favorite little Star” or “Sunshine” – just enough to make you smile.
Tumblr media
đ‘»đ’‰đ’† 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝑛 . . .
He speaks in metaphors and riddles – not to confuse, but to guide.
You can only talk to him at night. By day, he appears in reflections, offering comfort, support, or a quiet reminder of who you are.
His form isn’t fixed, but when he shows himself, he appears tall, graceful, and otherworldly – about 7 feet. His pale, faintly glowing skin, long silver-white hair, and mist-like robes give him an ethereal presence. His deep voice echoes slightly.
He's protective. If he senses danger, his glow sharpens from silver to piercing white-blue. Shadows stretch toward him, siding with him. His voice lowers but grows heavier.
He rarely gets angry – but when he does, it’s like a lunar eclipse. His glow fades, his features darken, and the air turns cold and sharp. His poetic voice shifts to something ancient and clipped, like a storm-tossed sea. Mirrors may even crack if he appears in one.
He leaves quiet signs of his presence: a sudden stillness, a silver feather, the scent of night-blooming flowers. Before revealing himself, he whispers a nickname – “Moonborn” or “Little Shadowlight”.
Tumblr media
đ‘»đ’‰đ’† 𝑆𝒕𝒂𝑟𝑠 . . .
Their voices are a symphony of chaos – like a perfectly choreographed mess that still sounds like a song.
Your strongest connection is with the stars closest to Earth, so their presence never overwhelms you.
They’re deeply caring, and one of them is always nearby. When you were a child, they gifted you starlit jewelry – each piece a quiet link so they can speak to you anytime. Don’t worry, they mostly respect your privacy.
When they visit Earth, they arrive in small groups. Each one is around 6 feet tall, their hair ranging from yellow to white to soft blues, always shimmering. They wear flowing white dresses layered with silver jewelry, catching every bit of light.
They can’t stand to see you sad. They’ll try to lift your spirits with little jokes and strange things they notice humans doing at night. But if you’re ever threatened – if someone dares hurt you – their rage is swift and blinding. The stars do not forgive easily.
They leave signs of their presence in laughter and shimmer: a faint giggle, a flash of sparkle at the corner of your eye. They like to call you "Little Light" or "Sparkle".
12 notes · View notes
mancalledvenus · 1 year ago
Text
you think i'm pretty?
nishinoya yuu x reader
summary: you and nishinoya are paired together for a class assignment that leads to you asking him for volleyball tips and him asking for your number ^_<
word count: 1.4k
a/n: not proofread and written at 1am so sorry if it's a tough read lmfao i'm trying to clean out my drafts. thank you for reading !
Tumblr media
the school day had dragged on for longer than usual. you sighed as you slumped into your seat for the last class of the day: psychology. the course was probably designed specifically to drain your energy and spoil your mood. that’s what it felt like at least.
your teacher droned on about his weekend for a full ten minutes before announcing to the class he'd be pairing you randomly with one of your peers for the next presentation.
you felt your body start to fill with dread. internally praying you didn't get stuck with someone lazy that made you do all the heavy lifting. you listened carefully for your name as the teacher called them out.
"y/n l/n, you'll be working with nishinoya yuu." he gestured to the boy in the back of the class with his head down on the desk that was clearly not paying attention.
"great." you thought to yourself as you shuffled through the room to the back.
his head snapped up as he heard footsteps coming his way, but relaxed a bit when he realized you weren't the teacher. he sat up fully and leaned back in his chair, giving you a clear view of his face. as you examined his features and sat down in front of him it registered in your head that this was the same boy that played the libero position on your school's volleyball team.
reluctantly you decided to ask him about it. being in volleyball yourself you'd always been curious about his skill and took it as an opportunity.
"are.. are you on the boy's volleyball team?"
his eyes widened and he smiled as he answered your question, "yeah are you a fan?"
you scoffed a little and shook your head, "not exactly, but i've seen you play. i'm the libero for the girls team."
nishinoya had finally seemed to shake off his forced laid-back persona and was noticeably more energetic than before. a side of him that you'd recognized from when you peaked into the boy's gym on more than one occasion while they practiced. even though you told everyone you were there to pick up tips from more 'skilled' players, deep down a part of you kept returning to see the cute boy in the #4 jersey.
"that's awesome! i always see you in here and our chemistry class. had no idea you were into volleyball."
you shrugged and glanced down, "i dunno, i'm kinda new to the team still. i'm not that confident in my skills yet."
nishinoya frowned at your tone and shook his head, "it takes a lot of courage to just step on the court and play. if you're gonna be a good libero you have to make sure you're dependable. you can't be reliable if you're second guessing yourself like that!"
you nodded to yourself silently before looking back up at him. the look on his face was enough to encourage you in of itself. the reassurance from this, well stranger basically, gave you a great feeling of relief and you were starting to feel less burdened with worry.
"that's definitely something to consider," you sighed and rubbed the back of your neck, "still our team is kindaaa... underdeveloped? we're not bad, it's just like we're still figuring everything out, y'know?"
"ohh, yeah i get that." he nodded.
"i wish we had someone with more experience so they could guide me a little or something."
nishinoya nearly jumped out of his seat to lean closer to your face. "i could totally help you!" the volume of his voice caused the pair sitting near you to glare at you both a little irritated, but you didn't notice and neither did he. "i'm so down to help you out- especially if it'll benefit the team too! you guys gotta rep us at the girl's tournaments.. i didn't catch your name also, i'm so sorry."
"it's y/n," you laughed at his enthusiasm. "i wouldn't wanna burden you too much, but that sounds like a lot of fun."
"please, i'd be lucky to get to play with someone as pretty as you. i'm getting sick of my teammate's faces honestly."
you laughed again and bit the inside of your cheek trying to withhold an uncontrollable smile.
"you think i'm pretty?"
nishinoya's face turned red. he had a habit of running his mouth without thinking and even though he'd flirted with girls relentlessly before, something about you made him extremely flustered. maybe it was the way you'd been staring into his eyes? the way you’d been listening to him so attentively as he was talking?
god you’d barley said a few sentences to him and you were already making him sweat. how come he hadn’t noticed how close you were until a few seconds ago? was he really that zoned out talking about volleyball?
"i.. uhm, i mean.." he tensed up with his arms glued to his sides, "you can't really blame me for saying it, you're gorgeous.."
"wow he's forward." you thought quietly, still processing what he'd said. there was nothing but silence from the two of you and all you could focus on was how your heart clenched every time his eyes connected with your's.
unable to talk without stuttering all you could offer him in that moment was a flustered smile which he returned with a quiet laugh. gaining more coincidence he finally broke the silence, "y/n?"
just as you were about to recover from his previous remark, him saying your name was enough to completely knock you back off your feet.
"..yeah?"
"would you let me take you out sometime?"
"FUUCKKK HE'S SO CUTE." you raved internally. you got swept up in your thoughts again before panic started to settle in at the realization that you needed to actually reply to him.
blushing and astonished at his sudden bold behavior, what was intended to be words came out as a collection of incoherent mumbles, "you- wha.. you? you and me? imeanthatwouldn't- i.. serious.. really?"
"i'll take that as a maybe," he chuckled and grabbed his pen from off his notebook, "if that's too much of a commitment could i at least get your number?"
the stupid shit-eating grin on his face gave the impression he knew exactly what your next actions would be; and he did. you reached across the desk for the pen he held out to you and shyly smiled to yourself as you began to write your number on the back of his other hand he had stretched out to you as well. you gripped it softly and etched the numbers on his skin.
the minute you finished writing he pulled his hand to his face swiftly. his eyes practically twinkling in excitement as he admired your penmanship.
his eagerness as he whipped his phone out of his pocket and began copying the numbers made you giggle, "why didn't you just hand me your phone in the first place, silly?"
"honestlyy," he began and you rolled your eyes realizing he was about to say something annoyingly charming and dumb, "i really only wanted you to hold my hand.. at the end of the day i am a simple man." the threw his hands up as he explained himself.
"you're so stupid." you held his pen in your teeth to chew on the cap. "i'm keeping your pen for that."
"i'll give you every pen i can find if that's all it costs."
you blushed a bright shade of pink and pushed his head down so he's looking downward at the desk, "n-nishinoya. we haven't started the assignment." you brushed his comment off and tried desperately to get him to pay attention to the papers sprawled across his desk.
the remainder of the class was him flirting with you and you trying not to completely lose your shit while also trying to get your work done (you guys didn't even finish reading the instructions).
______________________________________________________________
after school during the boy's practice.
"TANAKA. I DID IT I GOT HER NUMBER!!" noya nearly ran over hinata and yamaguchi running to find his friend.
tanaka's eyes followed the sound of the familiar voice to find noya rushing through the door, "Huh, who's? ..Y/N'S?"
"YEAH!! i played it sooo cool too. i pretended to not know her name and everything! seriously, every time she looked at me i almost died. her smile bro- her smile is sooo pretty-"
"prettier than mine?" tanaka smiled and folded his arms while listening to his rambling.
"don't interrupt me!" noya huffed before continuing, "she plays volleyball! did you know? god i got her number!"
"it was about time my man!" the two shook hands as their giddy shouts echoed throughout the gym.
almost immediately they were shushed by ukai for being too loud then scolded again by daichi then laughed at by yamaguchi and tsukishima, but in that moment nothing anyone could say to him would put a dent in nishinoya's mood.
______________________________________________________________
the end !
415 notes · View notes
zombocomme · 3 months ago
Note
Grah I wanna yap at you and ask you to yap back but I don't wanna bug youuuuu
In the vampire fic with Copia and Jim, will Copia ever realize how shittu he's being to Jim and fix it? Or will he just use Jim up until there's nothing but a memory and regret left?
Tumblr media
Zombocomme: I was waiting for this question to pop up, and I'm glad you did make it so!
I suppose you'll have to tune in this week and find out!
Tumblr media
(Trust me, Decopia will be a badass team up when shit goes down! And trust me, it will!)
(BTL AU Spoliers under the cut!)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
[AZ]/Zombo: behind the scenes bonus featurette
Tumblr media
ill chime in, ahem*
Maybe the Decopia Elephant in the Room, is the friends we made along the way!
Well... in my world anyway...
Tumblr media
Every dimension is endlessly possible for any and all things to occur. So. In our timeline (often non sequential, and often glazed over until-) we span Nihils rise, the papas 1, 2, and 3, thier demise, in Copia's CURRENT lifetime and we are now sitting in "Generic General World Build" of the Cardinal eras, where some real world events and things happen..
and i must admit, i missed my kinda evil rat man... so I made this time go longer anyways...
Tumblr media
The years aren't rigid and exclusive. But the string of events does occur (or rather mainly based and set in) a single existence timeline.
The Jimmy and Copia, grow up, go to schools, become teenagers, fuck up, form a band, breakup, get puppeted around by their parents and religious communities, and now as real boys with broken strings, you can see why they are just so extra and deep feeling.
They don't know how to be free when they have it. They go to colleges and live in and out of eachothers flats, sleeping around wherever. But when everyone comes back to ministry Valley, mere months before
CANNON EVENT the brother's demise, we'll, now we can have all sorts of things go wonderfully wrong in Copia emerging and embracing his roles in life! And what an exciting one it is.
For example. He and Jim share love interest(s), for this DECOPIA is also a REVERSE HAREM, yes, and the clergy dudes are wrapped around their baby mama's finger and honestly it has been fun, heartbreaking and rewarding to write...
Tumblr media
Ambitious year but between major events, this AU centers around a timeline where that cardinal era goes on for quite a while.. because i think it takes time for somone who technically is battling the stamina to live for eternity, to become this POPIA/Lesbian male wife/Petty/Cunty/but endearing sweetheart personality we had when i was firs writing this during re-imperatour, and of course we enjoy that golden personality endearing era. I wanted to explore that journey. So trust, this is only the beginning...
Tumblr media
And so Jim was born a more complex character than the JHKM, and Decopia became my thing, (and yes, Jim is in the reverse psychology propaganda for the Ministry and while a bit culty, honestly what if he was done with it? What if he wanted to have a real life he wanted, that was genuine and real?...
See thing is, like everyone has different beliefs, traumas, personal traits and decisions that make them almost embarrassingly human at times. But well, I love the idea that jim does have addiction issues, but like, why tho. And then an entire backstory exploded onto the drafts that sit in The Vault until they are aired...
Tumblr media
So now, that BTL AU is in its 3rd season of writing (Ministry Tv airs thw reruns of 1 and 2 atm), I'm sure the time of Papa into like total Frater, to the V transition yesrs, like, that's material for a whole nother show really! And with another TWO little serial series, on the way (shhh...) so much work to do
Hope that answers your question.
I know I ramble. But I've been dying to share this journey beind the scenes for so long lol!
Bless you for your patience, and thank you for the ask!
3 notes · View notes
starsthoughtsonthings · 14 days ago
Text
Whatcha’ Workin’ on Wednesday
It can be any piece of art, virtual photo, or something you are writing!
Thank you so much for the tag @riddlerosehearts !
I'm kinda jumping between things at the moment - writing a thing, technically a few days ago I also wrote a little bit on a thing I have in my drafts ever since last winter, and then also, right now, trying to create a version of the ballroom in the palace that I can use for pics.
So I guess I'm gonna share a little bit of each!
Putting it all below a cut bc I feel like this got longer than I thought oops.
With getting closer, the locations showed early signs of... not quite decay, but certainly degrees of ruin, at least, too. There were still people in the cities or isolated buildings they came across, but, the air didn't quite feel as fresh anymore and Kori could swear that the grass and trees were a hint more yellowed than the usual luscious green, and that tone on the plants got worse the closer they got.
^ The most recent paragraph from my current writing piece - I'm still not sure if I wanna actually write a whole adventure-esque thing there, either a fight or some encounter at the very least, or if I'd rather summarize the whole thing because it isn't exactly the focus of the whole piece but I'm not sure if I'll feel okay with skimming over it.
"You won't be able to stare the sky into stopping the snowing, you know," his words almost made Kori jump - she hadn't even noticed him coming over. "What's wrong? You were so chipper just a moment ago, and now you prefer staring at more snow over sitting with the rest." Astarion's arm moved around her, and Kori leaned against him in response. "It's... it's nothing. I just, for a moment, I felt so excited, I didn't even think about..." She paused to find her words, but he understood already. "Darling. I haven't been eating or drinking in centuries. You don't need to feel bad for me, I don't want you to feel bad for me." "It's not that. I mean, it is, but it's more like... all these years, all these winters. You weren't in as much snow as we have here, of course, but, you never had anything warm at all, except for 'contact' you didn't want. And now, even though you have so much more, you still can't have anything warm." "I have something warm. I have you, don't I?" He hugged her closer, and Kori smiled, but it wasn't really what she meant. She might be warm for him, sure, but it just wasn't the same at all compared to a steamy, wonderful-smelling, almost-too-warm-to-hold mug. It wasn't the same warmth by far, and a different thing altogether, too.
--
^ Not the most recent, as in furthest down, bit of the let's call it, my winter-piece, but the thing I edited a bit recently. Also maybe the moment I love the most about that whole piece (so far).
I'm hoping I'll be able to properly continue, and finish, this piece this fall/winter sometime.
And last, the palace! Not sure if I'm done with it yet, but here's what I have so far. As a clip bc I'm too lazy to turn it into screenshots rn.
It's kinda tough to find a middle between "lit enough to be prepared for a proper ball/party/soiree" and "only lit by these few torches and one chandelier". I think it's not enough light yet, but idk.
(Also yes well I guess the clip also shows a preview of the ball outfit I made for Kori - I love it a lot it's so fitting for her and I'm in love with it I'll absolutely have to make some nice lovey pics with it too and not just what I'm doing this here rn for but uh yeah.)
0 notes
nullshocked · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
@orlesianapologist Been busy this morning but now I can sit down and talk about this aaaaaaa!
I'm putting it under a cut to spare my dash. But:
My Process(TM) for Getting That Shit Edited
Step 1: Write the Draft
Like obviously you need a base to work from. I won't tell you how to draft your stuff, because everyone approaches it differently. I try not to focus too much on how something looks or sounds when I am writing a rough draft because fixing it and making it nice is what revisions are for. Sometimes when I write drafts I skip over details and just try to get the action down on paper.
I also have a habit of outlining SECOND rather than outlining first because that's what works for me: I write drafts in what I've seen Chuck Wendig describe as the bring your flashlight method of plotting a story, where I have a vague idea, kinda sketch it out either in the document or in my head, and write from there. (I found this post from him like ten years ago and have found it to be very valuable. Your mileage may vary of course, and what works for one person may not work for someone else.)
Step 2: Rewrites
You have a draft! I'm so proud of you! Now write it again. Writing is rewriting is rewriting. We know the saying.
I focus on fleshing out parts of the story I didn't flesh out the first time around, or adding in details that I didn't think of the first time. Sometimes there's a lot of me planting in FORESHADOWING(tm) that I didn't do the first time because I hadn't thought of it yet. This necessarily tends to balloon my wordcount because of how I tend to write, but it's fine.
I do at this point also take into account what I'm going to call Structural Edits. (I think that's a film term? idk someone probably uses this. Or I might sound insane.) That's the part where I move chunks of the story around for better narrative flow, or remove superfluous chunks that don't fit in. At this stage I am not concerned with how it reads, I am concerned with the plot beats and getting as much detail in as I think is important.
Step 3: Scribble All Over That Shit
It's a little bit of a running joke that I do this stage of editing like a total weirdo. I prefer to print things out because working with paper is easier for me, but you can do this however you want: comments in googledocs/word/etc, make it a pdf and write highlights, etc. Recently when I did this I made the file into a PDF, then turned THAT into image files and draw all over them in photoshop because physical notes help me. Yeah idk either.
This is the stage where I go line by line and pick things apart. I'll list what I look for and why, but this is by no means a hard and fast rule and please do not take my preferences as the arbiter of what makes good fiction. If I made good fiction, I'd be published in something non-academic.
╰┈➀ Paragraph Construction: Everything I talk about after this will largely feed into constructing paragraphs, so I'm gunna start with it. Words matter, as so does the word order. Sentence order also matters. I have a habit sometimes of placing just whatever details I think of down, and it doesn't always flow with the rest of the paragraph it's in. Take it out, rearrange it, use it in a new paragraph. I underline stuff like this to rearrange as needed.
╰┈➀ Sentence Structure As Mood Music: Now into the nitty gritty! How you structure sentences is SUPER helpful for conveying emotion. A lot of the last piece I wrote had structures where Jack is feeling extremely anxious, so there are parts where I let sentences run on and into each other to help convey his anxious mental state. Shorter sentences can hit harder and faster. Longer ones can feel meandering or dreamlike. It's all in the language and the structure. If you wanna be seriously annoying about it, there are entire courses on syntax you can look into.
╰┈➀ Sublimation vs. In Your Face: So the whole "show don't tell" argument is fucking annoying and I don't really pay much attention to it anymore. So my rule for stuff is this: what is a character trying to hide, versus what are they more obvious about? If someone is manipulative and cruel, I'm not going to fucking point that out in the text. I try to work that into how they move, speak, and react to a situation. Body language and expression. All of that. If something is more obvious, then I make it more obvious. I might have the POV character outright state that they think someone is acting manipulatively if they think that's what's happening. I think that's far more useful as a storytelling tool personally and also lets a clever reader piece together little details as they go, which is frankly more engaging.
╰┈➀ Adverbs (-ly) words: This is preference and there's lots of arguments for why it's fine to keep these in. For me, I find that I tend to rely on adverbs in spaces where I can stand to be more descriptive. I usually circle the ones I find on the page and then in the next step I'll look at them and see how I feel. If the adverb feels like the best choice for that moment, I leave it. If I feel like I can use a better word or description, I change it. That's entirely up to you and what you prefer!
╰┈➀ Commas, commas, commas: I tend to learn toward a LOT of comma splices when I write drafts, which leads to a lot of long and confusing sentences. I do try to eliminate some of these if I feel like a passage is harder to follow. Others I leave if they suit the mood.
╰┈➀ The rest of it: Lastly, I just look for how things are worded. Sometimes I see a sentence and I just hate how it reads, so I underline it to see if I can do something better with it. Sometimes I don't like how a scene is flowing so I make a note of it. I also make what I will call "stage notes" in the margins for things I am trying to convey, like "Jack in this scene is feeling very anxious because of x thing" or "this is a tense situation" etc. This is for me to remember when I go to do the next step so I can make sure I am getting across the information I am trying to get across.
Woof, that's a lot. Okay so...
Step 4: Rewrites Two: The Rewritening
WRITING IS REWRITING IS REWRITING— anyway.
So this is the full revision process. Take your notes (however you decided to compile them) and get through and make those changes. Sometimes you will come across other things to fix in the process and that's perfectly fine. Sometimes you may decide not to go with something you made a note of before and that's also fine. But this is where you are making your little tweaks and making it better. There's not a lot to this phase.
Step 5: Optional Beta
I don't tend to ask people to beta read my stuff because I am an impatient asshole and just want to finish it. Don't be me. Find a trusted friend and ask them to read over your work. They don't need to dig into huge details at this stage unless something is just really not coming together for whatever reason. Getting another pair of eyes to make sure something is flowing the way it should is very helpful. A scene may make sense in your head, but another person may have difficult parsing what you're trying to say.
Also my dumbass ADHD brain has a problem with things like missing typos when I go to correct, or leaving out entire words because my brain mentally skips over them, so someone who can find those for me and point it out is helpful.
Step 6: Final Tweaks
Find your typos and missing words. Make sure your punctuation is in the right places. Make any final adjustments you want. You've got this I'm so proud of you. It's not a big thing, mainly just combing to be thorough.
And that's it! You're done! Go forth.
Additional Notes
╰┈➀ Take your time with a piece. I know it's extremely tempting to put something up as soon as it's done. I've speedran finishing fics for a laugh. But between each of these steps, it's a good idea to let the draft sit for a day or two before returning to it with fresh eyes. It's good for your brain and also it'll help you find shit you may otherwise miss because you're too close to it.
╰┈➀ Rough drafts are rough drafts. They're allowed to suck. The entire point of editing and revision is to make it not suck. This was a lesson I really had to beat into my skull so I wouldn't get discouraged from finishing anything.
╰┈➀ Writing is not one size fits all. I do all these steps because that is what personally works for me. I look for the things I do in my nitty-gritty editing because those are personal preferences. Do not take any of this as a hard and fast rule, but rather as insight for how to develop your own process.
╰┈➀ Like a hypocrite, I did not edit any of this post. That's not really important, I just thought it was funny and you should know that.
╰┈➀ I've said this elsewhere, but READ!! Read lots of books! Read different eras and genres of books! Reading will teach you how to be a better writer. Reading theory is also nice if you like, but really just read a bunch of authors and think on their stories. Learn from how they write, and apply those lessons.
THAT'S IT SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG.
My writing advice is to learn how to self-edit your work. It's a skill that takes time and practice to develop but it helps so fucking much. I probably edit way more than is necessary for my fanfic but tbh it's also my practice for learning how to edit my other writing.
13 notes · View notes
of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years ago
Text
JJ Maybank Headcanons:
A/N: I know I said I was gonna write more but I’ve barely had time or energy to even clean my house lately soooo. Anyway, I’m literally writing these on my lunch break. I may write some for the other pogues too idk yet it depends on how many I can come up with for them. I just have a good bit for JJ bc I think about him a lot lmao. Without further ado.
P.S. This has been sitting in my drafts for like a week awaiting the moment that I decide I'm happy with it lol. So here it is finally.
Tumblr media
Random Headcanons:
He sleeps in starfish pose. Like you cannot tell me that this dude can’t or won’t take up an entire bed by himself.
We all know his motto, “Stupid things have good outcomes all the time,” but this dude's number one signature catchphrase has to be “Full Send!” followed closely by “YOLO Bitches!”
This may just be biased bc of Uncharted and the Royal Merchant ordeal but I can definitely see JJ pretending to be a pirate who’s on a massive treasure-hunting expedition when he was a little kid.
JJ’s hidden talent? Rapping. His ADHD and quick mind help him come up with lyrics quickly and even if they don’t always make sense to others they make sense to him 90% of the time.
JJ is either a fighting drunk or a goofy drunk. It’s either “let’s throw some hands” or “I’ma dance on that table brb” there is no in-between.
As for when he’s high, I think JJ is one of those people that just comes up with absolute nonsense that kinda makes sense. He has really deep thoughts about random shit and barely shuts up.
He does a lil dancey dance. I can see him just kinda standing in line, standing amongst the Pogues or they're all sitting around doing nothing and he gets bored so he dances along to whatever song is playing in his head. It often distracts the Pogues and cracks them up.
JJ is a speed demon no ifs ands or buts about it. This makes him a pro at playing spot the cop because while he enjoys the rush, he does not enjoy the idea of getting a ticket.
Somehow, Kie once convinced him to let her put his hair in tiny pigtails. He may or may not have been drunk.
You know that cute little thing where one person sticks out their hand and another rests their chin in it? So, as long as it's someone he trusts i.e. the Pogues or a significant other, they can stick their hand out and catch his attention and he will immediately put his chin in it even if he has to hurdle over tables in his mad dash from across the room.
I saw someone headcanon, I’m sorry but I can’t remember who, that JJ can play drums. I 100% agree. I can see him just banging around on them to let out some frustration one day and Kie convinced him to actually learn how to play them. Let me tell you, it was not easy at all bc JJ’s attention span didn’t wanna hold out for it but eventually he got the hang of it.
Unfortunately, at the insistence of the Pogues, JJ is no longer allowed to light fireworks anymore after having almost caught not only the dock but also The Chateau on fire one Fourth of July.
Dating Him Headcanons:
JJ is always attached to his love in some way, shape, or form. It could just be a simple shoulder-to-shoulder thing or he could be practically backpacked on you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his chin resting on your head or in the crook of your neck, and him leaning against your back.
JJ doesn't have a lot of money but what he does have is the desire to shower you with gifts so what does he do? He makes things for you or steals them but that's not the point. Your wrists, hands, and neck are probably always adorned in loads of bracelets, rings, and necklaces that he made for you. They may not look like much to other people but to you, they mean the world and you would never let anything happen to them.
JJ is a huge fan of words of affirmation. Remind him often that you love him and are very proud of him, even sprinkle in a few compliments.
That being said, as you can probably tell from the first headcanon of this section, his favorite form of showing love is physical touch. He loves giving it and receiving it.
JJ loves to make you laugh. He'll pull out the cheesiest pick-up lines and corniest dad jokes if it means he gets even a giggle out of you.
So, like I said previously, JJ takes up the entire bed. I also feel like you'll have to fight him for the blankets. You both may start the night out cuddled up all cute and shit but by the time you both wake up, he's spread out as much as possible leaving you to either tuck into his side or flat out lay on top of him.
JJ never says no if you ask for a piggyback ride. Sometimes if he thinks you’re getting tired he’ll just stop in front of you and squat down motioning for you to hop on.
I think a lot of people think that if JJ were ever jealous he would throw hands or super cockily just butt into the conversation and distract you but I personally think he’s a mean-mugging jealous. Like, say you’re having a polite, innocent conversation with some Touron but JJ gets jealous. I think he’d simply walk up behind you and give the person an “if looks could kill” glare. Soon enough the Touron gets the hint and dips. I don’t think JJ would want to fight in front of you if he could help it even if every bone in his body is screaming to throw hands. He doesn’t want to scare you.
Masterlist
More JJ Maybank Imagines
348 notes · View notes
a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago
Note
Please, do you have any tips for getting the motivation to write? Not like, getting inspiration or figuring out how to write. I have so many ideas I have for both personal ideas and fanfics, but when I sit down to write, I get about one paragraph in, many two, then I just lose the motivation to keep on typing and figuring out how to structure my words. It's so frustrating and makes me wanna cry. Do you have anything you do to help you just sit down and write/type? It would be really appreciated! I don't want to be just called "lazy" anymore.
First off i'm so sorry that it took me so long to answer life kinda came up and grabbed me, also i can and will fight everyone who is calling you lazy because that's not okay, make them turn on their locations i just wanna talk
everything else under the cut bc this got long
Second! I think for me the biggest thing to just get me started is a first draft doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to exist. I just gotta spill words onto a page and then I can go back and like actually no i want this to read like this and this to read like this. Also why I'm an advocate for drafting in comic sans 'cause ain't nothing gonna look polished and finished in that font which means you can fuck up as much as you want just to get it down.
Third, and I don't know if this will work for everyone, I don't always write in prose the entire time--that is, sentences, punctuation, all that. One thing that I'm a big fan of doing is bullet fics where I'll just bullet point what I want to happy and not pay attention to tone consistency or any of that. Then I can break down parts that are being really loud in my head and do them with proper everything like how I'd write them out for a fic or a chapter but I can keep the momentum going of 'and then this shit happens 'cause they're both idiots' and just get everything out. I've had a lot of projects where they're about 20% actual written prose and 80% 'so this and then this and then this is what they're thinking' in bullet form. You can always go back and edit it later, just get it down and out of your head. I find sometimes re-reading the bullets can bring the daydream/story idea back to the forefront of my brain and then it's easier to keep writing as opposed to leaving it all up there where it's liable to disappear completely.
Kind of jumping off from that, there's a phrase someone told me once about not letting your pen rest on the page because you'll just get a big well of ink. Keep it moving and you'll figure it out. If i'm struggling to figure out how to phrase something or write something, I'll write the clunkiest version of it [or just put what happens in square brackets like this] and move on to come back to later. i find if i fixate too hard on the hump of what's giving me trouble in that moment i'll lose the rest of the story.
Then there are a few things that are more, like, personal ambiance things? I'll find a song or a soundscape to listen to that makes my brain vibrate at the right frequency to immerse myself in the tone of whatever I want to write and listen to it on repeat even if i'm not actively writing. For some longer pieces i'll take pacing breaks where i literally just get up and walk around listening to whatever it is while i make my brain spin about it without the pressure of putting it to words. If a few specific quotes or passages pop into my brain i might take the time to scribble them down but it's mostly about making sure i'm immersed enough in the world i'm trying to write so i don't have to concentrate so hard on making sure the technical parts of my writing matches with what's in my head.
I suppose something I will ask (and honestly maybe should have asked earlier) is what parts of writing make it feel 'complete' to you and where do you find it the hardest to pick up once you've left it for a bit? If it's the pressure to get everything down just so you can point to it and say 'see here's what's happening, here are the arcs, here's where the story goes,' then the bullet technique might be more helpful. If it's the art of figuring out how you want to phrase things and how you want your words to go, I'd suggest trying the square brackets technique so you can focus on the parts that feel really strong or that you really want to sink your teeth into without interrupting the flow of the words. It's totally okay to write things out of order (i still have to convince my brain of this sometimes too) and removing some of the pressure to make everything perfect (or even prose) first time around when you just need to write can be super helpful
I hope this was helpful and kind of what you wanted!!!!! If there are any other questions you have--or if you want more of these sorts of suggestions if they weren't very helpful--please lemme know
19 notes · View notes
acewithapaintbrush · 3 years ago
Text
Something a little bit personal. It got longer than I thought so the rest under the cut.
So, even before Corona hit, I had done the (for me) unthinkable:
I had finished a novel.
I have started many ever since I was a snot nosed little brat, but had never actually finished one because I lost the drive or hated what I had written. This time I had an idea that I really wanted to see completed and I told myself that no matter how much I hated my own writing, I would finish it. So I plotted the whole story out and I powered through to get the first draft done. And I did. The first draft was, as expected, horrible (in my eyes) but after lots of rewriting and revising it got better and better and after many months it was finally at a point where I felt it was complete and tried to send it to publishers.
And no one wanted it.
And that was kinda a bummer, but also not surprising because publishers get thousands of stories daily. Why would they want my weird mix of modern fantasy + found family + crime story out of all of them?
I told myself that I would self publish, but I never got around to it because even though I liked the story that I had written (and friends and family told me they liked what they had read) I was never a 100 % happy with the wording. The sentences felt clunky to me. The emotions didn't feel nearly as powerful put into words as they were supposed to.
During the writing process I often felt like I couldn't articulate what I wanted to say in an impactful way. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but put into German sentences they just lacked the bite, the punch.
I liked what I had written, but I wasn't really happy with it and the rejection letters didn't help any.
And so it collected dust on my shelf. My first finished novel and nothing to show for it because I didn't feel like it was worth getting it out there when I myself had so many grievances with it.
I sometimes look at it and think about the characters I created and that are so dear to me and hate myself for being so insecure about it all. For letting my dream of my own book become buried under a pile of self-doubt and apathy. I felt like a failure. It felt like I had given up an inch before the finish line but unable to pull myself up again.
Starting with fanfiction again and getting so many amazing comments about how I have a way with words, how I manage to convey emotions with my writing and lots other wonderful encouragements, I often found myself wishing I had written my novel in English.
It does sound crazy, but I've always been better with English than with my native tongue when it comes to writing. Not necessarily when it comes to grammar or spelling (as you'll probably have guessed by now) but when it comes to putting emotions and a story on paper, English has always been so much easier for me. I kid you not, while writing my novel I often pictured how I would write the sentence in English and then translated that into German. Totally bonkers, but true.
So yeah, me sitting here, wishing I could have written my book in English.
And then having a "Duh" moment because I can! No one is stopping me!
English is not a barrier in the german book market, it's actually a way to reach even more people.
And if you self publish, the language matters even less.
So, I just wanna give this a try.
A last hurray, a last rebellion in the wake of defeat. A last time breathing life into a beloved project that never left my mind.
I just wanna try again.
So why am I making a big ass post which actually can be summarized as: "I will translate my own book into another language."?
In part to keep myself accountable, to maybe help you keep me accountable ("Yo Ace, working on that novel? Don't slack now!")
But also in part because after "A place for Crows" is done, I won't start another big project like that until the novel thing is done. I WILL STILL WRITE FANFICTION, I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING FANFICTION! But don't expect another over 100k monster out of me too soon. Since my novel is actually done I think translating and revising won't take too long but I wanna do this right and concentrate on that.
As I said, I won't stop writing fanfiction, making art and diy projects and interacting here and with my beloved fandoms, so I really hope you'll stick around for my dazzling personality and stories.
Thank you for your attention.
Tumblr media
24 notes · View notes
holidaywishes · 4 years ago
Text
you finally made sense
Tumblr media
  Requested: 👍
  Summary/Request: So Jacob Markstrom idea for whenever you’re ready. Because I am simple and just love the idea I would love to see how you would write friends to lovers but where Jacob has known for a while that he wanted more but the reader is much slower to come to a realization. Like maybe she realizes when someone makes a comment about how they are such  a cute couple or something.
  Warning: Google Translate, fluff, maybe some language?
  Author’s Note: For some reason, this GIF doesn’t come up in the GIF search but I love it too much not to use, so I believe it’s from @droppedgloves​ and I want to thank them for it. It’s beautiful, thank you. Fun fact: I forgot what the ‘plan’ was after I wrote “here’s the plan” because I had to save it as a draft and do other stuff 😂😂 I’m not super familiar with Markstrom, so I had to spend a good full day scrolling through YouTube to watch videos and interviews of him to get a sense of his personality so I could figure out how I wanted to write him and, here’s another fun fact: I didn’t realize that video of the goalie playing with dolls (you’re the better goalie, you’re the better goalie) was actually Markstrom so that made me giggle when I was watching stuff. @mandypants95​ I hope this gives you a little bit of what you were looking for. Friends to Lovers is fun to write because of all the cliché’s that come with it so I hope everyone enjoys it, even just a little bit! It’s quite long, like I told mandypants, it kind of got away on me, so just prepare yourself 😂Stay golden, loves! <3
  P.S. The names of Marky’s friends are not real people, -- he might have friends with these names but I have no idea, -- I just needed to make up some names for his friends 😜
  P.P.S. If you keep seeing this appear after you’ve liked it, I’m sorry. Sometimes edits need to be done because of grammar (I hate when my fics have bad grammar) and if I do it on the app, sometimes the title doesn’t save so the link gets we-- it’s a whole thing.
 masterlist
 the other masterlist
xx
  You met Jake his first year playing with the Canucks but it wasn’t a natural friendship like he usually explained it to everyone. He was sweet, sure, but he was also very cocky; like he knew how good he was and was eager to make sure everyone else knew. It didn’t take long, though, for him to charm his way into your life.
  “JAKE!” you called as you walked through his front door
  “What’s up!” he yelled from the top of the stairs
  “Here’s the plan:” you started to explain, “we’re going to this bar, you’re not going to run off and leave me alone with all these strangers, we’re gonna leave when either of us decides that we’re done, got it?”
  “It’s a party, (Y/N),” he laughed, “we have to interact with them”
  “I know and it’s your birthday,” you added, “I’m just saying, I don’t know your friends. You can read me, I can read you, so just help me out a little, okay?”
  “Fine” he sighed sarcastically before running down the stairs to meet you, bumping your arm lightly with his shoulder before walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water
  “Good” you smiled
  “Great” he teased
  “Look,” you sighed, leaning against his counter while he practically chugged his water, “don’t be weird. Don’t wear a suit and make me feel under-dressed, just wear jeans and a t-shirt”
  “It’s my birthday party...” you scoffed
  “I know, so just be comfortable” you grinned and he shook his head
  “God, you’re so demanding today” he joked
  “I have to be or you won’t listen to me”
  “You know me too well, I guess” he smiled, forcing an exaggerated eye roll from you before you turned on your heels to make your way home. “Wait, you’re leaving?”
  “Yeah” you scoffed
  “You just came over to boss me around and leave? Like this couldn’t have been done over text?”
  “I have to go get changed!” you laughed
  “What?” he chuckled, “you just told me to dress casual”
  “I know because I know you,” you admitted, “you’ll still show up looking like you’re going to some fancy event. Even in ripped jeans and a ratty t-shirt”
  “I won’t” he smiled
  “You will. Just let me go home and put on a dress. I’ll meet you there”
  “You’ll text me when you get there?”
  “As soon as the Uber turns the corner” you smirked
  “Okay, see you there.”
xx
Jacob’s P.O.V
  You waited outside the bar for (Y/N) to show up for your birthday party that your friends from Sweden came in for but she was taking forever
  “Where are you?” you asked impatiently
  “I told you I’d text you when I was there” she sent back
  “Yeah, but you were supposed to be here like 20 minutes ago!”
  “There was traffic. I can’t control the traffic”
  “Oh I’m sure you could if you tried”
  “Yeah well, maybe next time”
  “Are you close?”
  “The car is just turning the corner now”
  “Finally” you watched as cars paced by the bar until one black Lexus pulled up in front of you and (Y/N) stepped out slowly. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow her as she walked toward you, completely enthralled by the deep blue colour of her dress as it swished side to side. “Wait” you stopped her from walking into the bar, ahead of you
  “What?” she sighed as she stepped back in front of you
  “Why are you allowed to dress like that,” you gestured to her before gesturing to your outfit, “and I have to dress like this?”
  “Because,” she started, a smile creeping across her face, “these are your friends. They’ve never met me before and I want to make a good impression”
  “But it’s not like they need to approve of you,” you smirked, “we’re not dating”
  “Oh I know,” she scoffed, “but if I look good, that makes you look good. They’ll know that you’re not failing over here because you hang out with awesome people like me” she turned and walked into the bar, grabbing your arm so she could drag you in after her. Her laugh, paired with her warm touch, sent your heart racing and you hoped she would hold onto you longer but as soon as your friends greeted you, she let go
  “GRATTIS PÅ FÖDELSEDAGEN!” they shouted, grabbing you and practically tossing you back and forth between them before you noticed (Y/N)’s uncomfortable expression. You moved your hand to rest on her back
  “Guys, this is my friend, (Y/N),” you said, pushing her forward so they could see her, “(Y/N), this is George, Niklas, Ollie, Sam, Malcolm, Dustin, Eric and Corey”
  “Wow,” she exhaled with a laugh, looking at you as she tried to think of something to say, “forgive me if I mix up your names. Jake moves a lot faster than I do”
  “Guess that’s what makes him a good goalie?” Ollie joked and (Y/N) nodded
  “So you guys are just friends?” Dustin pried
  “Yes” (Y/N) was quick to answer and you hoped that none of the boys noticed your face fall
  “Let’s get some drinks!” Niklas exclaimed, directing (Y/N) to the bar while the rest of you followed behind them
  “SĂ„ Ă€r du verkligen bara vĂ€nner?” George started, speaking Swedish so (Y/N) wouldn’t be able to understand
  “Ja” you scoffed
  “Av eget val?” Corey asked
  “SĂ„ klart det Ă€r” you countered
  “Ja? Din eller hennes?” Dustin teased
  “What are you boys gossiping about?” (Y/N) laughed before you could answer, catching your eyes and a pathetic smile as the group sat at the bar
  “They’re just asking when I’m gonna win the cup” you lied
  “Did you guys meet here? In Calgary?” Ollie asked her, ignoring your lie
  “No, actually we met in Vancouver,” she admitted with a smile, “in 2016?”
  “Yep,” you added, “the end of 2016. We were instant friends”
  “No we weren’t” she laughed
  “What?!” you said, shocked at her confession
  “Ooh, Jakey, what did you do?” Malcolm teased
  “Nothing! I was a complete gentleman” you tried
  “No he was,” she laughed, placing her hand on your arm to reassure you, “you were. He was very sweet but he knew I knew who he was and I didn’t really wanna give in to it, you know what I mean? But we kinda stayed in touch for a couple days, had lunch with some of my friends, he got us tickets to a game and made us feel welcome and all that. It was all very sweet”
  “So what was the issue?” Malcolm asked, as if he knew something had changed
  “I got a job in Calgary. I had moved to Vancouver for University but I was about to graduate and the island was a little too expensive to live on after having the loans I had. So when I moved back to Calgary, we just kinda couldn’t really become friends” she replied
  “But obviously you did” Corey added
  “He found me on Instagram and added me,“ she laughed and you could feel your face fill with heat, “then he just wouldn’t leave me alone”
  “And then he got traded here” Sam finally added, earning a round of laughs from everyone when they realized he hadn’t said anything
  “Then he got traded here. During a Pandemic, in the weirdest season of Hockey I’ve ever witnessed” she laughed
  “She flipped when I told her”
  “I hadn’t kept up with the trade deadline” she added
  “So she was in the middle of a Zoom call or something” you continued, the two of you now telling the story together
  “When I get this text”
  “I wrote, purposely very cryptically, I’m coming to see you”
  “And I was obviously very creeped out”
  “But she still replied”
  “Well, I had to figure out what the hell he was talking about!” she laughed, pushing your shoulder playfully
  “Sure but you could’ve just been like ‘this is a joke’ and left it at that” you teased before she rolled her eyes
  “Anyway
” she smirked, “I sent back a message asking what the hell he was talking about”
  “So I told her I got traded and she sent a voice note practically screaming”
  “I was excited”
  “I was nervous but I was happy that I’d have a friend in the city outside of hockey”
  “So I asked him when he was going to get into the city, to see if we could meet up”
  “I told her”
  “But then Alberta went into a weird quasi-lockdown and I didn’t want to get him in trouble”
  “So we FaceTimed”
  “Which we’d obviously done a million times over the years”
  “We caught up”
  “Planned to get together”
  “Which we did, pretty soon after, and now here we are”
  “Here you are” George interjected, leading you and (Y/N) to laugh awkwardly before each taking a sip from your respective drinks and Niklas pointed out a booth where everyone could sit and talk without having to crane your necks. After a while, and a few more cocktails, everyone seemed to be getting along which, honestly, made you smile; something that Ollie was all too quick to notice.
  "I'll be right back" (Y/N) said with a smile before she started to push you out of the booth, leaving you with your friends and their very obvious questions
  "Before you say anything," you smirked, "just don't"
  "Come on" George laughed
  "If you already know what we're going to say, why don't you answer the question?" Sam added
  "Come on, Jakey" Malcolm teased
  "SÀg det" Corey added
  "SÀg vad?" you played dumb
  "Kom igen..." Eric continued
  "Ingen aning om vad du pratar om..."
  "Hur lÀnge har du Àlskat henne?" Dustin finally asked
  "Hey!" you exclaimed when you saw (Y/N), trying to get them to forget about the question
  "Hi," she said, caught off guard by your excitement, "everything okay?"
  "Yeah" you answered, letting her back in before you squeezed in next to her
  "You sure?" she said, furrowing her brow
  "Yeah! We just wanted to get another round but wanted to make sure you were here before we did..."
  "You're a terrible liar" she laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and exposing her neck
  "SÄ... ska du berÀtta för henne att du Àlskar henne eller mÄste nÄgon av oss göra det?" Sam said, causing (Y/N)'s head to ping pong back and forth between the two of you, as if she was trying to understand what he said to you
  "What did he say?" she asked you, leaning into you, causing your cheeks to flush with heat
  "Nothing," you said, distracted by her peach-scented shampoo and the way she didn't move away from you, clearing your throat when you realized that you were almost moving toward her, "they're just teasing me. You all have that in common”
  “Yeah, something tells me that’s not what he said” she smirked, her eyes dancing between yours before she sat back up and continued talking with the guys; they told her stories about how you were as a kid, she laughed and said that you hadn’t changed at all.
  “It was nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Malcolm said, “take care of him while we’re gone okay?”
  “I will” she smiled
  “Take care of yourself, too” Corey added
  “Thanks”
  “And you,” George pointed to you with a smirk, “you take care of her”
  “Yeah yeah yeah” you joked
  "Vi Àr seriösa, J," Niklas said, "Hon Àr för bra för dig men om du tar hand om henne ..."
  "DÄ vet du..." Sam added, raising his eyebrows as (Y/N) called a cab
  "Allvarligt killar, sluta" you sighed
  "Du Àlskar henne" Ollie whispered
  "BerÀtta bara för henne," Dustin said while Eric nodded his head
  "Det Àr inte sÄ enkelt" you sighed, watching (Y/N) continue to try to hail a cab and fail, dropping her head in annoyance
  “Come on!” you heard her yell, earning a scoff from you
  ”Har jag varit kĂ€r i henne i ungefĂ€r tvĂ„ Ă„r? Ja," you confessed, "spelar det nĂ„gon roll? Nej, för hon kĂ€nner inte samma sak om mig och jag tĂ€nker inte tvinga henne att kĂ€nna nĂ„got hon inte gör”
  "Tycker du inte att hon förtjÀnar att veta det?" Sam asked
  "Vi sÄg hur hon sÄg pÄ dig," Ollie grinned, "Jag tror att det finns nÄgra kÀnslor dÀr"
  "Jag tror inte det" you sighed once more, looking over at (Y/N) who had successfully hailed a cab
  “Jake!!” she called excitedly, a huge smile spread across her face, “come on! It was nice to meet you guys!” she called to your friends and they waved her goodbye, “Jake, I can’t keep this guy waiting forever!”
  "Du bör gÄ" George laughed
  "Hon Àr sÄ bossig" Corey joked
  "Ja, det Ă€r hon" you smirked, looking at her calling you to the small yellow car and telling the driver to wait just one more minute. ”Okej killar, jag mĂ„ste gĂ„. Tack för att du kom in för att önska mig en grattis pĂ„ födelsedagen,” you smiled, “Ha en sĂ€ker flygning tillbaka”
  "Kommer att göra, Jakey," Malcolm said
  “HallĂ„!” Niklas interrupted one last time, "BerĂ€tta bara för henne"
  “AdjĂ¶â€ you shook your head before smiling and waving them goodbye
  “Geez! Took you long enough!” (Y/N) whined, hopping into the backseat of the cab with you close behind
  “Relax, I had to say goodbye. They came a long way” you replied
  “Such a good friend,” she said, “can I just stay at your place tonight? I’m exhausted”
  “Yeah that’s fine” you agreed, letting your hand fall next to hers, brushing her skin with your pinky and waiting for someone to break the silence
  “Where to?” the driver finally asked, bringing your attention to him before giving him your address
  “Your friends were nice,” (Y/N) added wearily, “they didn’t really like to talk in English though did they?”
  “Their Swedish is better”
  “That’s fair” she yawned, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the window. You smiled as thoughts of how your life could be with her — falling asleep next to her, caressing her skin as she slept, pushing her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear so you could kiss her softly — but you knew she didn’t feel the same, so all you would ever be was friends.
xx
  You fell asleep in the cab next to Jacob but you could swear you felt him watching you. He did wake you up, gently, when the cab pulled up in front of his apartment.
  “(Y/N)?” he whispered, “hey”
  “Hi. What’s going on?”
  “It’s time to go inside” he smirked
  “Oh” you scoffed, pushing yourself across the bench seat and stepping out of the cab, stumbling into Jacob when you finally stood up
  “Whoa” he chuckled, placing his arm around your waist to keep you from falling
  “I’m sorry,” she whined as you both stepped into the elevator, leaning back against the cold metal and away from Jake. “I didn’t think I drank that much but I guess I couldn’t keep up with you guys”
  “It’s okay,” he laughed and you started to drift off to sleep again, “hey, we’re almost to my place, don’t fall asleep here okay?”
  “Okay” you hummed before he started to keep you awake by telling you jokes. “Oh my god, Jake, stop!” you laughed, “your jokes are awful”
  “Hey! My jokes are pure gold” he countered
  “Sure they areïżœïżœ you scoffed. When the elevator finally opened, you slowly walked out, swaying and stumbling through the hallway before Jake eventually placed his hands on your waist and guided you to the door
  “Alright, here we are. Come on, drunky”
  “Why aren’t you more drunk?” you finally asked, only now noticing that he seemed very sober
  “I’m twice your size,” he laughed, “I can manage a bit more alcohol than you”
  “Yeah but you’re like
 sober. Like you didn’t drink at all” you questioned before stumbling into his chest
  “Oh-kay, let’s just get you to sleep,” he said, carrying you to his bedroom
  “Hey mister,” you slurred, “what do you think you’re doing?”
  “I’m putting you in bed” he said
  “This is your bed, I don’t know what kind of ideas you have in your little Swedish brain”
  “Don’t worry, kid,” he scoffed, setting you down on the firm mattress before tucking you under the covers, “I’ll be in the guest room”
  “Wait!” you called as he started walking away, “happy birthday” you smiled, realizing you hadn’t said it to him nearly all-day
  “Thanks,” he whispered and you saw him smile while he began closing the door, “now get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” The next morning, you heard him in the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible, rummaging around the cabinets
  “Hey sleepy head!” he exclaimed
  “Oh wow,” you replied softly, rubbing your temples, “why are you yelling like that?”
  "I'm sorry," he whispered but it still felt like yelling, "am I annoying you?"
  "What are you doing?" you asked, glaring at him while you sat down on the stool at the kitchen island
  "I'm making pancakes!" he smiled
  "You can't cook" you groaned, still rubbing your temples in hopes that it would cure your hangover
  "Wow, rude," he joked, throwing a metal spoon into his sink and you shuddered at the ringing of the steel that echoed through the room, "do you want some aspirin?"
  "Yes please" you smiled gratefully
  "Here" he said, handing you a glass of water and two small pills
  "Thank you," you said and he saluted you lazily, earning a scoff from you, "so what's going on today? Post birthday plans?"
  "My mom is calling in soon and then I have to go to practice, we've got a game tomorrow. In Vancouver, so we're flying out this afternoon," he replied, keeping his eyes on the food in front of him while he spoke, "so the day is pretty much set..."
  "Oh," you said, clearing your throat as you finished your glass of water, "okay. I'll just... leave you to it then"
  "What?" he scoffed, "I didn't mean it li-- you're not gonna stay and talk to my mom? You know she loves you more than she loves me"
  "Well, I am very lovable," you teased, smiling at him until your headache forced you to stop, "but I don't want to intrude or anything. I'll just grab my phone and get an Uber so I can head home"
  "Stop it," he huffed, turning off the burner and walking over to you, "I'll drive you home later, just stay and chat with me and Mom" he placed his hands on your arms before his eyes focused on your own and you found yourself unable to resist his insistence; your pursed smile giving it away before you could
  "Fine," you finally said, "I'll stay."
  "Good" he smirked, turning back to grab you a pancake, practically tossing the plate to you. When his mom finally Facetimed him, he was in the other room so you were forced to greet her first
  "Hey, Lena!" you exclaimed
  "(Y/N)! Darling! How are you?" she asked, her smile so much like her sons
  "I'm good, how are you?"
  "I'm good! Thank you for asking," she smiled, looking past you for Jake, "now, where is my son?"
  "He's probably off puking somewhere," you joked, "he really can't handle his alcohol in his old age"
  "His tolerance must have lowered since moving to Canada"
  "Especially when the actual alcohol percentages are so low compared to Sweden"
  "I'm disappointed in him" she laughed
  "Me too!" you added, laughing with her before Jake finally walked into frame, standing behind you with his arms on either side of you and his chin resting on the top of your head
  "Alright you two," he smirked, "stop making fun of me"
  "It's your fault," you teased, tilting your head so you were looking up at him directly, "not being in the room and all"
  "When will I learn?" he joked, looking down at you before making a funny face
  "Never. You'll never learn. You're impossible" you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him as he pushed your shoulder and sat down in the seat beside you
  "You two are so sweet" Lena smirked
  "Ma..." Jake sighed
  "We are sweet, aren't we?" you replied, noticing both Lena and Jacob shake their heads; granted, with different expressions on their face
  "It's not--" he started, exasperated after having clearly had this conversation with his mom more than once
  "What's wrong?" you asked, confused
  "I think you're the most adorable couple I've ever seen, honestly" Lena admitted and you scoffed, a blush creeping into your cheeks
  "Oh, whoa," you smiled, "Jake, have you been going around telling your parents we're dating?"
  "No" he sighed, closing his eyes lightly as if he was embarrassed
  "I've been trying to get him to ask you out for months now but he won't do it" she teased
  "Well, he wouldn't," you said, looking between the mother and son, "because we're just friends. He wouldn't want to ruin that"
  "Alright mom," he said, over the back and forth, "enough of this conversation. I've got to take (Y/N) home, okay? Love you, thanks for the chat"
  "Hey, Jacob!" Lena yelled before he could end the call, "we haven't spoken, don't hang up on me like that"
  "I'll just.. go wait outside" you whispered, watching him sit down in front of his computer to await the disappointed words that his mom would soon say to him. You waited outside for a few minutes before checking if his truck was unlocked, sitting on the step when you saw that it wasn't and realizing that if you tried to open the door, the alarm would go off. It was another hour before Jacob finally came outside to meet you
  "Sorry about that" he sighed
  "That's okay. She called to talk to you, I'd be upset too if someone tried to hang up on me when I specifically called t--"
  "Yeah, I get it," he said through bared teeth, "let's just go, okay? I have to be at practice soon" you furrowed your brow but got into the passenger seat, looking at him take a deep breath before starting the car. You thought about the words his mother used when she spoke about you and Jacob. You two are so sweet, the most adorable couple I've ever seen, I've been trying to get him to ask you out for months. It was all kind of odd to you. Not only that Lena had said it, or that she and Jake had clearly had the conversation before, but that he was so irritated by the whole interaction. Why was he so upset? you thought to yourself. Did he think you were embarrassed? Did he think that you would be hurt that he had never agreed to take you out on a date? Or was there something that he had said to Lena that he didn't want you to hear?
  "Jake?" you said, as he drove through the city silently but he didn't respond. Soon enough, he pulled up outside of your apartment building and you hesitated before finally jumping out of the car, with just enough time to clear the door before Jake sped away from you. What the fuck? you scoffed, heading inside in hopes of clearing your head. You spent the day racking your brain about what could have gotten Jake so upset but nothing came to mind; nothing you said was rude, or at least you didn't think it was, and everything was true, so what was his deal?
  "Tell me exactly what happened?" your friend, Susie, asked from the other end of the phone after you had explained the morning to her
  "Again?" you whined
  "Yes, again, I need to know if you're missing something"
  "We went for drinks last night, for his birthday, with his friends. We all laughed and had a good time. I drank too much, stayed at his place, in separate rooms. When I woke up, we joked around like we always do, he gave me some aspirin and made some pancakes before his mom called from Sweden" you exclaimed, smirking to yourself a little while you thought of the conversation you and Lena had before Jake came back into the room. "She loves me, so we joked about Jake a bunch but then he came into the room, stood behind me and rested his chin on my head. I looked up at him and we teased each other a bit more. Lena said we were sweet, I said yeah of course but Jake seemed to.. argue with her? I don't know, Lena kept going saying that we made a cute couple but I corrected her, saying we were just friends. My exact words were to Jake 'have you been going around telling your parents we're dating?' to which he said No and then Lena said she's been trying to get him to ask me out for a while but he's always said no"
  "And what did you say...?" Susie interjected, her tone telling you that she was hearing something that you clearly weren't
  "I said that he wouldn't ask me out because we were just friends," you replied plainly. It was the truth, what was wrong with that? "and that he wouldn't want to ruin that"
  "He wouldn't?" she questioned with a scoff before continuing, "fine. What happened after that?"
  "Things got weird and tense. I let them talk alone and then he drove me home in a weird mood. He barely talked to me, he barely even looked at me!"
  "(Y/N)..." she sighed, "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)..."
  "What? What? What?" you scoffed in reply
  "HOW ARE YOU SO BLIND?!" she shouted through the phone, forcing you to pull it from your ear for a minute
  "What are you talking about?"
  "I've seen it for years," she said, "but I always thought you knew. But you really don't, do you?"
  "Know what? What have you seen for years?"
  "The way you'd stop everything when he called, the way you'd schedule FaceTimes like clockwork, the way he knows your favourite colour as it changes from week to week. The fact that he could have anyone he wanted, who would want him back, but he chooses to ask you to hang out with him all the time, from a different province? A different time zone?" she explained but you were still lost
  "We're friends. We like hanging out with each other and we can't really do that in person because of what's happening now. Plus, he's so busy..."
  "(Y/N)!!!" she yelled again, "COME ON!"
  "JUST SPIT IT OUT! I'm clearly not gonna get what you're trying to get me to get..."
  "He's been in love with you for years. Probably since the two of you started really getting to know each other," she said and the words hung in the air as you tried to grasp them, "but when you said that you were just friends? He probably thought that he was never going to be anything more than that to you. Maybe he thinks he's wasted his time all these years"
  "He's not in love with me" was all you could think to say
  "Yes, he is," she laughed, "and you're in love with him"
  "Now, hold on," you scoffed, "I'm pretty sure I would know if I were in love with somebody"
  "Would you?"
  "Of course I would"
  "Fine," she replied, seemingly dropping the conversation, "but he is in love with you and I think you need to talk to him about it"
  "And say what?" you asked
  "I don't know..." she said, her smirk ever present on her words, "but I'm sure you'll think of something"
  "Susi--"
  "I gotta go," she interrupted, "keep me in the loop. Love you, bye!"
  "WAIT!" you shouted to a now static line, "well what the fuck...?" you said to yourself. You were left alone with the thought that Jake might have feelings for you and the words that Susie tried to convince you were true
  "You're in love with him, too" it was nonsense. You couldn't love Jake... It was Jake. He was Jacob Markström. Was there a part of you that found him attractive? Yes. Yeah, sure but were you in love with him? No. No, there's no way.
  "FUCK!" you shouted to your empty apartment, as you paced through the living room, "why would she say that? It doesn't matter. I don't love him. I mean, he's Jake. He's just the guy who teases me for literally every move I make. So, he knows that my favourite colour changes every week, who cares? That doesn't mean anything. Sure, you knew that he loves Country music more than he's actually confessed in his interviews, but that's just what happens when you're friends with someone. And, yes, when the light hit him just right, he looked like he was covered in gold but that's not him. That's the sun... It's not like he's a god or anything, he's just got blonde hair and the sun does stuff to blonde hair..." you could feel yourself making excuses but you had to because maybe you didn't want it to be true. You couldn't be in love with him, could you? "Fuck" you sighed.
xx
Jacob's P.O.V
  You had been ignoring (Y/N) for almost a week at this point. You weren’t sure what to do or say to her knowing now, for sure, that she only thought of you as friends but you hated not having her around. She had become such an integral part of your life and not having her there just felt... wrong
  “Jake, talk to me, please!” she texted and you sighed, staring at your phone and contemplating an answer but you just couldn’t think of something to say, “JAKE! I know you’re getting these messages. Just let me talk to you please. If you don’t want to say anything fine but I need to talk to you”
  “Are you gonna leave me alone if I let you talk?” you finally gave in
  “Yes,” she sent back, “but I need to see you to say all of this...”
  “Seriously?” you scoffed
  “Yes. Seriously. Please?”
  “Fine. When are you free?”
  “Right now!” she replied quickly
  “I can’t right now. I literally just walked into the locker room, how about tomorrow?”
  “How about after practice? I can meet you at the Dome...”
  “Fine” you huffed to yourself
  “Everything okay?” Tanny asked when he heard your exasperation
  “Yeah” you sighed, holding up your phone to let him know that it was something on there
  “Great!” (Y/N) added, “I’ll see you at four?”
  “Yeah sure, fine” you tossed your phone into the shelf in your stall and rubbed your face in frustration
  “Yo, Marky...” Chris continued, noticing your stress, “seriously man, what’s going on?”
  “(Y/N) wants to meet up and ‘talk’” you replied, putting air quotes around talk
  “The girlfriend wants to break up huh?” he chirped and you scoffed, shaking your head in return
  “I’ve been ignoring her for like a week. I don’t know what to say to her... I’ve been able to hide my feelings for her for so long but she finally said to my mom, on my birthday, that all we’ll ever be is friends and, I don’t know, I just don’t know what to say to her. I don’t know if I can hide how I feel anymore”
  “She has feelings for you, too” he said
  “Yeah.. she thinks of me as a big brother”
  “No,” he countered, “she has the same feelings for you as you do for her. She’s just scared to admit it”
  “Why would she be scared to admit it?” you said dumbly
  “Because,” he smirked, “it would mean admitting that guys and girls can’t just be friends. That there’s always some kind of attraction and that sex gets in the way”
  “Sex?” you blushed
  “I’m not saying you’ve had sex or that you’re going to,” he admitted, “I’m just saying, I’ve met (Y/N) before and she’s always said that she doesn’t agree with the idea that guys and girls can’t be friends because someone always wants to sleep with someone else. But if she admits to having feelings for you, then all of that becomes... hypocritical”
  “She wouldn’t be that petty...”
  “I wouldn’t call it petty,” he said, heading back toward his stall to continue putting on his gear, “I would call it stubborn.” By the end of practice, you were looking for (Y/N) everywhere but there was no one in the stands and you figured she must have wanted to meet you in the parking lot so you could drive her somewhere private. You took a quick shower and packed up your bag, looking at your phone quickly to see if there was anything from her but your screen was clear, forcing your brow to crease in response
  “Take it easy, guys” you smiled as you made your way out of the locker room, waving to the team before catching Tanny give you a head nod. You practically ran out of the building to find (Y/N) when you saw her arguing with a security guard
  “Oh, Jake! Finally. I’ve been arguing with this guy for like an hour. He wouldn’t let me in!” she explained through gritted teeth
  “It’s fine. Thank you,” you said to the guard, pulling her away from him and toward your car, “what is wrong with you? You can’t argue with Security, you’re tiny. You’re not a threat, you just look like a chihuahua”
  “Ha ha” she replied sarcastically
  “Am I taking you somewhere to talk or what’s going on?” you spat
  “Do you wanna go somewhere?” she asked
  “I wanna know what you wanna talk about and then maybe I can decide if we should go somewhere” you admitted, stomping off to your car
  “I wanna talk about us” she whimpered as she caught up to you. You caught her eye for just a second before shaking your head
  “Get in the car” you scoffed and she did as you told her. The two of you were silent for a while before (Y/N) tried to get you to start talking but you shushed her, keeping the ride silent aside from the radio until you got to relatively empty part of Prince’s Island Park. “Alright,” you said sternly as you slammed the door shut, “talk”
  “I...” she hesitated, closing the door lightly
  “What?”
  “I never--”
  “Never meant to hurt me?” you interrupted thinking you were finishing her thought
  “I never wanted to be with you...” she admitted and you scoffed in return
  “Wow... thanks. Glad we could have this talk”
  “No, wait, Jake, stop,” she sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t realize how you felt until like a week ago. Apparently, everyone else around me knew but I was too stupid to see it. I thought we both wanted the same thing”
  “And that was to never be with each other?”
  “I thought we just wanted a friend”
  “Because I can’t get my own friends?”
  “Because I didn’t think you thought of me like that” she shouted
  “Why not?” you exclaimed
  “You never really did anything to make me think otherwise!”
  “Sure I did!”
  “Jake... come on. You never did anything differently...”
  “I drove you places” you tried and she scoffed
  “Oh no, you’re right,” she teased, “how could I not have known?”
  “How about me calling on Valentine’s Day?”
  “How was I supposed to know that was anything other than you having a day off?” It was a fair point, actually. She knew that you’d often lose track of days when you were on the road and, sometimes, you’d miss holidays altogether
  “I never forgot your birthday!” you said as if that proved something
  “And?”
  “And... you should’ve known then”
  “Jake, it doesn’t matter,” she sighed, “the point is that I didn’t notice until now.”
  “So what?” you asked, “you wanted to talk to tell me that you never wanted to be with me? I don’t get why you couldn’t just wait for me to come to you or why you had to stop everything for this”
  “Jake..”
  “I mean no, you didn’t stop everything but you might as well have”
  “Jake...” you heard her say, trying to get you to stop but you continued rambling
  “But that’s what I do. For you. I drop everything as soon as you call or text because you need me and I like that you need me, so I stop and run to you”
  “Jacob!”
  “WHAT?”
  “I LOVE YOU, TOO” she shouted over you, her eyes closing softly when she realized how loud she was. “I didn’t realize it until I looked back at everything and I didn’t think it was actually how I felt because, I mean, it’s you...” she chuckled, “and it’s me. We couldn’t be an ‘us’ but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted there to be an ‘us.‘ I knew you were mad, you weren’t taking my calls or responding to my texts -- even though I saw that you had read them -- and I didn’t want to make things worse but I hated not having you around to tell me that I burnt my pizza, again, or that I should eat more fish or that I was a terrible tour guide. I hated not hearing your voice everyday or seeing your smile,” you began walking toward her as she continued to ramble, your heart warm with each word that left her lips, “I was always confused why you weren’t with anyone and why I was happy that you never were but when I figured it out, everything made sense. You finally made sense...” she stopped when you stood in front of her, closing any space between the two of you
  “You done?” you asked with a smirk
  “I-I think so...” she stammered as your hands crept to the sides of her neck, your thumb pushing her chin up so you could lean down and capture her lips slowly. She welcomed your lips as if they had been missing from hers for a lifetime but her arms stayed at her sides for a minute longer until it was too much for her and she let her hands clutch your wrists while your tongue glided across her lip to gain access inside her mouth. She let out a small moan when her mouth opened, earning a smirk from you before your hands fell from her neck, down her body, until they cupped her ass and you picked her up; her legs instinctively wrapping your hips, mirroring her arms wrapping around your neck. You set her down on the hood of your car while your tongues intertwined with each other and her fingers tangled in your hair. It took a while for either of you to break the kiss, leaving her chest heaving as she tried to her breath
  “I’ve wanted to do that for so long” you laughed as her head fell against your chest and you kissed her forehead
  “And?” she asked, lifting her head back up to look at you
  “It was better than I thought it would be”
  “Gee,” she scoffed, pushing your shoulder playfully, “thanks”
  “I think we just need to keep doing it” you teased
  “I can do that”
  “Good” you whispered, leaning back in to press a kiss to her lips as she smiled against your lips
  “Maybe we should go somewhere private” she whispered
  “Sure” you replied, distracted by the feel of her skin under your fingertips, before you moved your lips to her neck, eliciting small whimpers from her
  “Jake...” she moaned and you hummed against her skin, smirking to yourself, “somewhere private...”
  “Fine,” you smirked, reluctantly agreeing with you before picking her up again to carry her back into the passenger seat. You sat in the drivers seat but didn’t make any moves, half hoping that she’d pull you into the backseat and say that this was ‘private enough’ but she didn’t do that. Instead, she leaned across the centre console and kissed your cheek
  “Let’s go” she whispered in your ear, making you smile before your hand found its way to her knee, stationing itself there throughout the drive. She stopped you from moving your hand further up your thigh by grabbing it, holding it with both of hers
  “Hey,” you whispered, bringing her hand to your lips, “we’re gonna have a lot of fun together”
  “Yeah,” she smiled, “I think so, too.”
135 notes · View notes
13uswntimagines · 5 years ago
Text
I’m in Love With You Dumbass (Christen x reader)
Tumblr media
Request: R are in love with Chris and she’s close with Chris and Tobin so she really think that she wont stand a chance. R is USWNTs videographer/content creator.
Authors Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her this would probably still be trapped in my drafts. Also this turned into something a little silly and a little fluffy, and i really hope you enjoy it!
You blinked at your laptop, squinting as you processed the ten thousand pictures that you had taken during national team practice trying to decide which ones you wanted to put out for the fans. 
It was always a balancing act, giving them little glimpses at training and not giving your major secrets away, but you had mastered it over the years. 
You bit your lip as you swiped past several pictures of your best friend (who you totally didn’t have a crush on). The shot was perfect, well almost. Her green eyes were shining, and her dimples were showing. The only problem you had was that the smile was directed at one Tobin Heath instead of you. 
You were so focused on picking out a picture of Christen that you didn’t notice you were no longer alone in the dining hall. Hell, you didn’t notice anything until two hands landed on your shoulders. 
“Hey,” Emily yelled directly in your ear, you jolted in your seat, nearly falling as Emily and Lindsey cackled. 
You held your hand over your chest, fighting a smile of your own. You might not like being scared, but at least they were having a good time. 
“What are you two up to down here?” 
“Trying to fight the boredom of a lazy day. What are you up to?” Lindsey laughed, settling down into the seat beside you, and leaning over to look at the photos displayed on your laptop. 
“Just editing stuff for tomorrow’s release,” You shrugged, clicking so the photos advanced forward. 
“that last video has the fans going crazy,” Emily mumbled, leaning over the back of the chair to get a better view of the screen, and smirking when she saw a string of pictures focused on a certain forward. 
“Hmm, I’m glad, but it’s you guys who did all the work, I just shot the camera,” You hummed shaking your head. The women were so charismatic and funny that most of it took almost no artistry on your part. You just had to aim and capture. They were the ones giving you golden content. 
“Don’t sell yourself short, you edited like 15 hours of footage into 8 minutes,” Lindsey snorted, and you blushed just a little. Most people didn’t realize how much time a single clip took to put together, so it was kinda nice to have the acknowledgment. 
“But I have a question,” Emily said, her head popping over your shoulder as you began to edit one of the clips from today. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just Tobin threading a ball through for Christen. 
“Yeah Sonnett?” You asked, tilting your head, your tongue trapped between your teeth as you decided where to cut the clip into the one before it. 
“Why does Christen always get more screen time when she’s in those leggings?” 
You froze, the flush moving up your cheeks all the way to your ears. You weren’t that obvious, were you? She just looked so good in those pants, you really couldn’t help yourself. It was for the fans after all
 
“She doesn’t. I just pick the cool shots and stuff,” You grumbled, crossing your arms and slumping in your seat. 
Lindsey’s eyes softened. “If you ever wanna talk about it, you know where to find us,”. 
“There’s nothing to talk about. She’s my best friend and probably dating someone else anyway. I don’t stand a chance,” You mumbled, staring adamantly down at your twiddling fingers in your lap. 
You had known Christen since college, and you had had a crush on her for almost as long. Years ago you had been poised to make your move when one Tobin Heath entered the picture. She had all but swept Christen off her feet, and you knew you didn’t have a chance with the girl. Why would she want the shy camera girl when she could have one of the best players in the league. 
“Yeah, cause she totally doesn’t stare at you as much as you stare at her,” Emily snorted, patting your back. 
“I don’t stare
” You grumbled, pouting. 
“Whatever you say,” Lindsey cackled, a plan beginning to form. 
*****
Christen was not brooding. So she happened to be sitting in a corner, sipping on her beer watching you laugh with someone near the counter across the room from under her eyelashes. But that was not glowering, or even remotely stalkerish. Okay, but who WAS that that you were talking to, and why were they making you laugh so hard you almost choked on your drink?
“Hey Chris, nice view?” Tobin said, sliding into the seat next to Christen. 
“Peachy,” Christen said sarcastically, not looking away from where you were standing. Apparently, that girl you were talking to was interested in cameras, as you were currently showing her yours. Bitch.
“Hm, then why are you glaring at the nice rookie who is buying Y/n drinks?” 
“She’s a lightweight. If Sophia Smith buys her another one of those Long Island Iceteas then Y/n won’t be able to drive home,” Christen grumbled, sipping her beer. If Kelley could get you drunk with three margaritas, they were definitely in for it with the 3 long islands you had consumed. If only the rookie knew what a stupid move it was. 
“So she’ll order an uber.” Tobin shrugged with a smirk. Christen balked at the notion. You were a handful when drunk, and she wasn’t going to leave you alone in the hands of some poor college students. 
“Uber has unethical business practices.” She dismissed Tobin’s suggestion easily. 
“Maybe one of the Riveters will offer to take her then. Are you really going to sit here and pretend this has nothing to do with the fact that you’re head over heels for our favorite photographer?”
Christen rolled her eyes. There was no way in hell she was going to let you get in the car with one of your fans. No matter how supportive they were. 
“Maybe.” She pouted, crossing her arms. 
Tobin rolled her eyes at the reaction. God the two of you moved slower than Sloths. If you kept going at this rate you would be 70 by the time you finally got together. “So are you going to sit here and pout, or are you going to go get your girl?” 
“What if she doesn’t want me?”
“Trust me, she does,” Tobin snorted. Your crush was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes, as was Christen’s on you. The team had bets about how long it would take the two of you to grow the balls to ask each other out (and who would do the asking). 
Christen held Tobin’s eyes for a second. Then she set her drink down on the table and walked over to where you were standing with Smith. You turned to look at her, your eyes taking a second to refocus before you recognized her. 
“PRESSIE!” You screeched, then ducked down and whispered “sorry, too loud.”
“How many of these have you had?” Christen said, casually taking the glass from your hand. 
“Just two- you know that two-drink Y/n has problems with volume control!” You said, laughing at your Brooklyn 99 reference as you stole your drink back and took a big swig. “Don’t worry, I’ll switch to water next.”
“Right. So are you having fun talking to Sophie?” Christen said, not sure how to start the conversation. 
“Oh, sophies nice! Like she’s so funny. She pretended to be interested in photography so I could talk about it since I didn’t know any of the television shows she was talking about. Apparently, I need to watch she-ra or something, but I just don’t have time. And I already promised to watch that thing with you. You know that period drama thing. And you’re nicer. And really pretty. And you give really good cuddles. Even if you always like the villain characters in movies best, like a weirdo.”
“Just because I said Tom Hiddleston was hot one time-”
“It’s Okay, Pressie. I acknowledge that you have a terrible taste in men, you bi disaster you, and that’s okay. I love you anyway. Boop” and with that, you tapped her on the nose. 
Christen rolled her eyes, “Okay, let’s get you home before you profess the rest of your love for the team,” 
“Hmm, don’t love the rest of the team. Just love you, even if you love Tobin more,” You sighed, leaning your head on her shoulder. 
Christen tensed. “What?” She asked. Her and Tobin were strictly friends, and anyone with eyes knew she was hung up on you. 
“I wanna date you, but you’re dating tobito. That makes me sad. She scooped you up before i could profess my undying love, ” You pouted, scrunching your eyebrows together. You meant to tell her after Standford beat North Carolina so many years ago, but they had lost and she had gone to congratulate Tobin. 
Christen shook her head. “I’m in love with you dumbass, not Tobin,” 
You sat up and blinked owlishly at her, suddenly more sober than you had been 20 seconds ago. “You are?”
She rolled her eyes at you, kissing your nose lightly. She wasn’t about to argue with you about who she was in love with while you were drunk off your ass. She would investigate more later, profess her love when you were both sober, and make up for all your lost time “Alright, i think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you home hot stuff,”
397 notes · View notes
tobioslune · 4 years ago
Text
liquid courage
Paring: Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader
Genre : fluff, comfort? college au kinda, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, Iwaizumi being soft and a simp
Warnings? : implied drinking, (aged up), cursing (from the lyrics), a little smooch 
a/n: This is a draft i started in january but things happened that made me leave it for about like four months lol (if u wanna know what happened while i was writing this you can read it here lol also you could see how i wrote / continued writing it here ) but! im finally finished and im pretty proud of it even though its lowkey all over the place :>> please do check out the song bc it slaps and it’s really good lol okay that’s all for now hope you enjoy <3 (last notee: likes and reblogs are really appreciated!!)
▶ now playing : drunk - dijon 
You and Iwaizumi have been close friends since highschool, and feelings may have been caught during that time. With the reason of not wanting to ruin the relationship you’ve built with him, you tried to brush it off. And like every other trope where you fall for your best friend you expected that he wouldn’t feel the same way.
Surprisingly both of you ended up going to the same university, and you were able to hang out and keep in touch with each other. Everytime you think you’ve set those feelings aside, whenever some romantic tension presents itself, it bubbles up inside all over again. Like an annoying weed that keeps coming back no matter how hard you try to get rid of it. 
School and other work has been pressing on you for the past few months and you just keep getting into a slump. No matter how hard you try, you find yourself in the same place you were over and over again. Iwaizumi noticed this and really tried his best to help but he’s also caught up with a ton of things. 
O baby, I’m lonely and I’m fucked up by myself
 Could uu come here?!  
It was 1am on a Saturday and Mattsun called you. You were working on an essay and it was super unexpected. It was able to shake you from the somewhat trance you were in while trying to think.
“Hey y/n-san I’m so sorry to call you at such a late time and most probably not so nice notice, but is it okay if you pick-up Hajime here at our usual place? Hanamaki and the others have already left and theres a paper I need to take care of, and you’re the only one I could think of.”
“Oh, it’s okay. Did Hajime drink too much like last time?” You think to yourself, ‘How stubborn, I’ve told him last time to be mindful of how much he takes because of his low tolerance’  You found the thought quite amusing.
“He sure has. When will you be able to get here by the way?” Mattsun replies.
“Give me about 15 minutes, it’s not so far from where I live anyways. Can you keep him company for a little while longer?” you tell him. This would be able to get your mind off the stress and exhaustion you’re in hopefully for a little while. Besides you haven’t met him in person for about month so it would be nice to see him again.
“Yeahh I can do that. Thanks again by the way y/n.”
“Suree, anytime. Okay see you in a bit, bye”
“Bye.”
The train stations are already closed at this time, and it would be too much of a hassle to take a cab to and from where he lives so it probably would be best that he crash at your place instead.
You straighten a few things up in your apartment and proceed to grab a jacket, your keys, wallet and your phone, placing it into a small purse. As you closed the door you could already feel a rush of cold air surrounding you.
The walk there was quite refreshing and you felt much better than you did earlier. As you arrived there you could see Mattsun waiting in front. You smiled as you walked toward him. It took him a couple seconds to recognize you as you came into view. 
“Heyy, hope I didn’t take too long” you said as you greeted him with a hug. 
“No, it’s all good you actually arrived faster than I expected”, Mattsun replies returning your smile. 
“He’s inside by the way.” gesturing with the back of his thumb.
“Okay, I’ll go take care of it from here” 
“Thanks again, apologies if it interrupted anything important.” 
“Like I said, it's alright! I got it.” you assure him.
You both bid your goodbyes and you make your way inside the homey bar. There he was, head resting on his right hand and glass of water in the other. You figured he sobered up at least a little bit. 
You let out an amused sigh, “Oh Haj, I’ve told you a couple of times last time to watch it, right?” You took a seat in front of him, leaning your head on your hand. He laughed a little at the statement made. “Sorry y/n, got a bit caught up and forgot.” 
Letting out a low hum you respond, “Anyways, ready to go?” 
“Yeah just give me a moment.” His head was still pounding from the drinks.
I’M WASTING and I’m anxious; I’m fading from myself
 
You placed his arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep him upright and stable as you walk. Compared to him he was obviously heavier making it difficult for you to even make it to the door, you were basically stumbling out, but somehow you were able to manage and he was at least trying to cooperate even when everything was practically hazy for him in that moment.
---------- 
You fell for him, and little did you know he did too. You’ve known Hajime as reserved, reliable, firm, caring and surprisingly stubborn at times. He knew that if he told his friends and teammates they would tease him and make it more obvious that's why he kept it in a never said a word. 
He liked you, he liked you so much, but sometimes you just seemed so out of reach to him. Loved by almost everyone, you were beautiful, charming and just overall amazing to him. There were times where he really tried to deny his feelings, his emotions, toward you but whenever another guy would be around you he just can’t help but want you all to himself.
--------
As school progressed your schedule became more hectic and your assignments started to pile up. It felt like an endless mess and an inevitable disaster. He saw how stressed you were but he felt a bit helpless because he didn't know what to do. He couldn’t really help you because of your different courses and besides he wouldn’t even know what to do. As time went on your hangouts became lesser and lesser and sometimes you'd even be too busy or even too tired to chat with him. You would try making plans but your group mates would suddenly set up meetings or deadlines would abruptly be sent and given. 
Although he has tried reaching out, because of how busy you were he was left alone with his thoughts and feelings and he tried to make sense of how he really felt. He wanted to avoid thinking of you but that became difficult for him when almost everything reminded him of you

“They would have liked this..”, “I should probably ask if they ate.”,  “This would be such a nice gift for y/n.”,  “I wonder what they would think of this.”, it just felt like never ending thoughts of you.
---------
When Matsukawa and the rest of the old team from Seijoh offered him to hang out and catch up he couldn't say no. By going he would be able to hang out with them and it would hopefully be a distraction to help get you off his mind. He knew you were busy and in his head he thought that maybe you didn't like him the say he does. You ran circles around his mind and at time he’s just feel so conflicted and confused.
In the end he got wasted, he felt faded, and just wanted to feel ok. He accidentally ended up telling the boys out of frustration that he had feelings for someone which left him with mixed emotions at times. They found this quite surprising because who would get him so hung up and drunk like that.
COULD U COME HERE?! And say u’ll stay the night 
Although you reminded him last time you went drinking to watch his intake you were still shocked that he was so drunk he could barely think straight. The cold air and silence filled the walk and everything in some way felt alright. You felt at peace and his presence made everything feel comfortable even if you were practically carrying him.
He sighs, “Hey I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess I accidentally let myself go back there again.” 
“It's ok, I mean that's bound to happen to everyone at some point I've got you  don't worry it's fine.” you respond.
“Where are we going, by the way?” He asks.
“I'm taking you back to my place, I mean if you don't mind. The subways are closed and the taxis are hard to come by at this time.” 
“Oh ok, it's fine, I mean I have nowhere else to go to anyways and I don't really mind,”  He says with a flustered laugh.
As you keep walking you pass by a convenience store you both frequently used to hang out at when your schedules weren't so busy.
“Hey Haj, we should stop there for a while just so you could sober up a little more. Also I’m a bit hungry anyway,”  you suggest.
“Yeah good idea, besides you must be kind of tired trying to carry me around for this long.”
You both make your way to the convenience store and you tell him to sit outside while you buy something for the both of you.
 Cause it’s been a while, since I've seen u smiling! O baby, could u come down? I think I’m freaking out! And I’m drunk! 
You step inside and the warmth of the shop embraces you. You then proceed to get some meat buns, and two coffees. As you go to pay you take a glimpse outside to check up on Iwaizumi and to your surprise he was already looking at you. You quickly turn away and you feel a small blush attempting to creep up on your face, but you shake the thought away as you make it to the counter.
You finish paying and walk over to where Iwaizumi is sitting and you place the food down on the table. Handing over a meat bun and a coffee to him, you sit down and sigh in satisfaction as you bite into yours. Somewhat comfortable silence fills the space and you absentmindedly process everything that happened.
“So, how was the hang out with the guys? I haven't seen them in so long. You sure must’ve had fun...” You say in the hopes of making things a little less awkward and quiet.
“Oh yeah it was great.” He replies with his mouth still with food, you laugh and he continues after he finally swallows what he was eating.
“Yeah it was really fun, we got to catch up on a lot and they're doing pretty great I must say. You should come next time, I mean when you're not busy. I miss our hangouts, you know...” 
“Is this not a hangout?” You humorously ask.
“I mean, it is but I'm saying we should hang out more when you're not busy and when I'm not drunk.”  He says with a laugh.
“Yeah we totally should.“ You say with a smile.
“So anyways, how's life?” 
“Well I mean I'm doing ok, but overall just really stressed. Work and papers have been piling up and my head has been pounding for like weeks or maybe even just days you know, but I guess I'm doing fine.” Giving a small laugh to lighten the statement.
“Yeah the workloads really suck right now, they're crazy. But I'm here for you if you need anything even if I don’t really understand a thing from your subjects.”
“Yeah, I know.” You say giving him a reassuring grin.
You both take a brief pause when he suddenly brings up an old inside joke you both had when you were younger. You spend about an hour reliving memories, throwing around jokes, teasing each other and laughing a lot.
Sighing into a smile he says, “I really miss this. It's been a while since I've seen you smile like that.” 
“Yeah I missed our hangouts like these, this feels so great and nostalgic in a way.”
And I don’t think I can beat it, I’m paralyzed, I’m terrified of being alone!
You both clean up and start to continue your walk back to your place. All the stress you’ve been feeling earlier feels as if it has left and you feel relieved. As you both near your apartment complex, Iwaizumi stops making you turn back.
“Hey, you okay?” You ask.
“Yeah I’m good.” You then proceed to turn around, but he suddenly continues.
“Listen I need to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that we’re still going to be ok even as friends afterwards.” He says with a slight seriousness on his face
“Yeah, you can tell me anything I promise I'll still stay. I mean unless you're a criminal and you're gonna kill me.” You joke. Moving closer to him you prepare yourself a bit for whatever he would say.  “So what's up?”
He takes a breath, “I like you y/n -san.... and I'm really sorry if you don’t like me after this or if this makes anything awkward or if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I've liked you since high school and I was too scared to say anything because I thought you liked another guy--”
“--I swear even when we were younger there was something about you that just made everyone like you. You were so nice, friendly to everyone, helpful, beautiful, and so much more. You’re captivating to me
 and I’m trying to use whatever’s left of this liquid courage to get this off my chest and I think I’m ready for whatever might come next.” 
Your mouth parts slightly from shock because of what he said but it slowly, turns into a huge grin.   
“Hajime, I don't know what to say
” you cut him off before he could say anything, 
“Because I like you too, and I have for such a long time.”
He lifts up his head with hope and a slight disbelief in his eyes, “You do..? You did..?!’’
“Yes..” you say with a small chuckle and a smile plastered across your face. You walk even closer until you're both mere inches away from each other. You take a relieved sigh and make eye contact with him. You wrap your arms around his neck and draw him in for a hug. He places his arms delicately around your waist hugging you back.
He slowly pulls away and cups your face ever so tenderly, pulling you in so that your lips are merely ghosting the others; and he gently kisses you. You felt as if that you were floating on clouds. His lips were so soft and warm it felt so surreal.
You both pull away and he says with a smile, “I've waited and wanted for so long to do that.”
You couldn't believe that everything that happened, actually happened. It felt like a scenario that you would only be able to play in your head. But it was all real and it was all happening. It felt like a dream, and if this were a scene in some cute drama there would have been hearts floating around your head right now, you felt lovestruck.
 Cause it’s been a while, since i’ve thought about the good things, all the bright light things all the good times that we had! It’s been a while, since I made u smile! 
You finally reach your apartment hand-in-hand, sitting down on the couch as soon as you enter. The night was filled with more conversations, laughter and just overall good times. Homework forgotten and disregarded, you let yourself go and have fun. Surprisingly everything felt like it just fell into place. 
You looked at him and maybe it was the alcohol but he was pretty sure he saw stars in your eyes. 
“I can't believe after all this time you're finally and actually mine.” you say.
Whatever magic or fate intertwined and lined you up to this exact moment you just knew that you were forever grateful.
84 notes · View notes
hiddennerdworld · 4 years ago
Text
When You’re Close to Me w/ Katsuki Bakugou
Tumblr media
Warnings: some tears from characters, but still just a bunch of fluff
A/N: I love this song so much. (Go listen to it now). I feel like I didn’t do it justice but whatever. This has been in my drafts forever. Idk how it turned out but here we go. Also ik it’s kinda long, don’t come after me lmao
Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream
Bakugou just started to stir awake, the sun slowly starting to beam in the window. His blurry vision came to focus on the digital clock next to him that said 5:45 AM. He sighed and flopped his spiky head back onto his pillow. He opened his eyes again slightly as he turned to face his partner next to him. God, he still can’t believe how lucky he is. Every morning he gets a little wave of relief when he sees you by his side. He’s got a little smile on his face as he holds back from just cupping your cheek and pecking you on the forehead to tell you how much he loves you. But he thinks you’re so cute and peaceful when you sleep and knows you need rest otherwise you’ll be a little brat. Instead he wraps his arm around you, closes his eyes, and hopes he falls back asleep as his mind still focuses on you.
Well, you can’t get what you want, but you can get me. So let’s set out to sea.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby. I couldn’t get out of it. They needed all the help they could get.” Bakugou pleaded to you while holding your hands in his. It was your 3 year anniversary and he had to cancel your plans for the evening due to a villain attack downtown.
You sniffled and looked towards the ground, limply holding his hands back. “I understand. I knew what this was going to be like, being with a hero. It’s just hard sometimes you know? I miss the days where we would spend all day together. We would go to class together, eat lunch together, visit each other’s dorms whenever we wanted. I miss you, Katsuki.”
He pulled you into a hug where he ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face into his chest. “I know. I miss you so much. Being a hero is amazing, but it’s damn exhausting, especially not having you there with me. I love you, Y/N.” He said softly as he kissed the top of your head and then rested his chin on it.
“I love you too, ‘Suki. We’ll figure things out.”
“Of course, we will. We always do. You and I are a pretty kickass team if I do say so myself.”
“Huh, you really think so?” You looked up to meet his gaze. He just nodded and hummed in reply. “Well, I do too.” You then pulled him into a sweet kiss. Something you guys had done a thousand times, but it still brought butterflies to your stomach every time. You guys remained in each other’s arms for a bit longer, just swaying slightly despite the quiet.
“You know, I may have a way to bring back the old days.” Bakugou said breaking the silence.
You looked up at him. “Oh yea? Do tell, pretty boy.”
“Well..” he cleared his throat and continued in a low tone, “I was thinking maybe we could move in together. Like when we lived in the dorms, but with no Aizawa on our backs. It’s not perfect but at least I’ll get to see my beautiful idiot more often” You thought for a few seconds just staring into space. “Nevermind, it was stu-“.
“It’s perfect.” You kissed him again. “I would love that, babe.”
“Tch- well yea, of course you would it was a great idea.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face after getting an ego boost from you agreeing with him. You just rolled your eyes back. “I would too, though.”
Cause you are my medicine when you’re close to me. When you’re close to me
Katsuki had no idea where he was. He was lying down on a bed, staring at the stark white ceiling as his vision began to clear. When he finally regained consciousness, he jolted up realizing he didn’t know was was going on. Then, you got up from your chair that was beside him in order to calm him down. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his side. He winced and quickly put his hand on the wound.
“Oof, honey. I was trying to prevent you from doing that. Are you okay?” You said as you softly rubbed his arm.
He listened and lied back facing toward you this time. In a low, gruff voice he responded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Where the hell are we?”
“We’re in Recovery Girl’s office. After training today you ended up getting pretty beat up and passing out.”
It was all coming back to him. It was him versus Deku. One of their last days at UA and everyone was going all out. The two were moving quickly, jumping around each other trying to dodge and land hits. Eventually they started to wear down, but you know them, they will never stop. So after a while, Midoriya was able to use a little more than 10% of One for All, causing Bakugou to crash into a wall and fall to the ground. It wasn’t over yet though. He stumbled back up while doing his signature yelling. He was setting off explosions to fly up to his opponent and land a huge hit, but midway he just passed out and ended up falling on the concrete.
“Oh, yea I remember now. THAT FUCKING DEKU!! I’M GONNA MAKE HIM PAY!!” He yelled while trying to get out of bed. You then had to get up and set him back down.
“No, no, no. Katsuki, you can’t do anything right now. You need to just relax.” You said softly while pushing him back down by his shoulders.
“But I can’t lose to him! No fucking way!” He was still attempting to get up.
“You have to let it go, Suki.” You sat back down next to him and held his hands in yours. “I understand you wanting to get even, but you can’t right now. You’ve already gone way too far today.” You take a deep breath and continue, “You’ve been worrying me. Recently you’ve exhausted yourself so many times just in training alone. I get we’re close to graduating, but you need to relax, take it easy. Exerting so much energy in an emergency, I understand, but you’re just fighting ‘stupid’ Deku. You’re not going to be doing much hero work if you’re always in the hospital.” You sighed and put your head down, “I’m sorry, Suki. I just hate seeing you hurt.”
He knew what you meant. A couple months ago you were also injured badly and had to stay in the hospital for a few days after fighting a tough villain during your internship. He could barely take it. He couldn’t do anything except be by your side. All he wanted was to see you back to being the badass you usually are.
He sat up and rubbed his thumbs on your knuckles as you continued to hold hands. “Don’t worry about me, dumbass,” he said at almost a whisper, showing how ‘dumbass’ is just his way of saying he loves you. “I can take care of myself just fine
. But as much as I hate to admit it, I know you’re right.” He said with a smug grin which didn’t go away after you hit his shoulder. “Jeez, babe I’m just kidding. Point is you’re right. I can’t just go in ready to kill some people. I need to be smart about it. I need to be able to prove myself.”
“But you already have proven yourself. In more ways than one. You can show how great you are using methods that aren’t beating the shit out of Izuku, you know?”
“But those ways aren’t as fun.” You ended up slapping him on the shoulder again as he almost died laughing.
“Can you just promise me that you won’t end up in the nurses office again?”
“Alright, I’ll try my best.” He pulled you over and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Thanks for putting up with me. I love you.”
“I love you too, even though you give me migraines.”
And surprisingly Bakugou kept up his promise, saving himself a whole lot of pain and saving yourself a whole lot of stress.
Just looking out for the day when you’re close to me.
The heat was rising as the your second year of UA was coming to a close. For the last half of the year Bakugou was slowly accepting his feelings for you and couldn’t hold back any longer. Somehow he tolerated you more than all the other extras. Hell, he even liked spending time with you and would go out of his way to do so. He didn’t want to spend the summer without you, but he didn’t know how to approach the situation. He couldn’t risk looking soft, but then again he “doesn’t care” what other extras think. It was a position he’d never been in before and he didn’t know how to handle it.
You were in the same boat. You may have had crushes before, but not like this, and definitely not like Bakugou. It didn’t take much to notice that he was somewhat nicer to you. He did schoolwork with you and didn’t smack you upside the head. He started choosing you as his partner more often in training. And never exploded when he got he annoyed with you. Maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him? You didn’t want to take things the wrong way and upset him. He was so predictably unpredictable. A literal ticking bomb, but somehow he was a lovable one.
The two of you were becoming unbearable. Your friends had all been planning to get together before summer break anyway, so they decided to do some meddling.
You had just joined the Bakusquad in the common room waiting to have some fun. You and Bakugou were sitting next to each other on the couch while Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima all were chilling on the floor around the coffee table. Meanwhile, Mina was nowhere to be found.
“Ugh! Where the hell is stupid Pinkie?! I wanna get this shit over with?”
“We love you too, Kacchan.” Kaminari replies and you can head Bakugou growl next to you and you try not to laugh. “I’m sure she’ll be here any sec. She had to grab something for the super special thing she planned.” He said while wiggling his eyebrows and Bakugou just rolled his eyes. Kirishima then kicked Kaminari and whisper-yelled “Dude!” Then he turned back to you guys and said with a nervous smile, “What he means is that Mina wanted this to be the perfect hang out before we have to go back home, so she has some stuff for us.”
“I sure do!” Mina yelled as she burst in the room with her arms up.
“tch- finally” Bakugou mumbled under his breath.
“We just gotta set up and then we can do the super special thing. Sero and Kirishima wanna help me grab some stuff from the kitchen? And then the rest of you can you check to make sure we have enough room in my dorm? Great!” She gave no one time to respond and everyone just got up and followed suit.
“Wait can I use the bathroom first?! I totally gotta take a whiz!” Kaminari whined.
“Yea, just hurry up! I wouldn’t want you to miss anything! Y/N and Bakugou we’ll all meet you up there in a sec!”
Sero, Kirishima, and Mina shuffled into the kitchen while Human Pikachu bolted (lol) to the bathroom. You and Bakugou weren’t as frantic as the others but you still went with it.
When you both arrived you found Mina’s room to be totally clean. “OI, PINKIE YOU’RE RO-!” Bakugou was on the way his way out but then you saw a flash of yellow and the door slamming on Bakugou’s face.
“What the-?” Bakugou tried to turned the handle but it didn’t budge. “I SWEAR IF YOUR PLAN WAS TO PRANK US IM GONNA BURN YOUR DUMBASSES ALL TO HELL!! NOW LET US OUT!!” He banged on the door, still attempting to get out, but all he heard back was some snickers and the sound of something being put in front of the door. The Pomeranian, now angered, was still aimlessly attacking the door until he heard you sigh and flop on the bed.
Sprawled out with your hands covering your face you muttered, “Ugh, I’m sorry.”
Bakugou stopped and turned around to face you being the most confused you’ve ever seen him, “Wait... you knew about this!” He started stomping over.
You quickly sat up anticipating something to happen. “No, no I didn’t. I just.. I think I know what this is about. I think this is all because of something I said to Mina.”
You move your eyes around the room afraid to make contact with the ruby eyes of the man standing above you.
“And what’s that?”
You sigh and fidget with your fingers, “Well, I may as well say it because I don’t think we’ll get out of here otherwise. I like you, Bakugou. I have for a bit now and didn’t know what to do. So I asked Mina, and this is definitely not how I wanted to handle it so I’m sorry and-“ you were interrupted by Bakugou tilting your head up which was staring at the floor while you rambled. He quickly leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You sat there wide-eyed. Not that it wasn’t good (it was), you were just thinking holy shit, my crush is on my face right now.
“Shit, I’m sorry I should’ve asked first. I just wanted to stop you because you don’t need to apologize. And I’m pretty sure you know this now but I like you too I guess. I don’t find you as annoying as I probably should. I haven’t for a while now.” He now was stood back up with a blush spread across his face and his one hand in this pocket with the other one rubbing the back of his neck. You stand up next to him and place your arms on his shoulders.
You giggle and say, “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. I was just surprised because I didn’t expect it from you. I actually think we should do it again.”
“Really?” He looked up as you nodded in response while biting your lip. You both then leaned in and kissed each other once more. It was definitely not as awkward as the first one. The kiss was sweet and passionate. When Bakugou feels something, he feels it wholeheartedly and it was evident in the way he was kissing you. He treated you as if you were an illusion that could shatter at any moment and he wasn’t going to take any of his time with you for granted.
You were suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door, “YOU LOVEBIRDS DONE IN THERE YET?!!! I ACTUALLY WANTED TO DO STUFF TONIGHT!!” Mina yelled through the door.
When you’re close to me
Bakugou woke up again but this time due to you booping his nose. “Good morning, Sunshine.” You whispered as you placed a kiss where had previously booped him. He just groaned and looked over to see the clock reading 8:30 AM. When he looked back your head was on his chest while you held onto him. He smiled a bit and pulled you in closer.
“Can we just stay like this all day, babe?” He said with his cheek pressed on the top of your head.
“Did I hear that correctly? Katsuki Bakugou said he wanted to stay in bed?! I must be dreaming still.”
“Tch, you’re such an idiot.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. “I love you though, you know that right?”
“Enough to help me make us some breakfast in bed?” You looked up at him with puppy eyes. He just sighed loudly and started to dramatically get out of bed. You soon followed and caught up to give him a hug as he grabbed stuff from the fridge. “I love you too, ‘Suki.”
23 notes · View notes
julemmaes · 5 years ago
Note
“What are you smiling about?” Prompt for acotar, Nesta and Cassian❀✚
You fucking tease
Cassian and Nesta Archeron modern au
“What are you smiling about?”
Hope you like it cause I’ve had so much fun writing it and it’s kinda different from what I’m used to write so, yep. I don’t think it’s “complete” so feel free to send other prompts if you’d like a part two. I’ll gladly write that too;)
edit: part two is here and it’s just plain smut, if you wanna read it:)
Word count: 2,132
Nesta was having the best day of her life.
Normally she would have passed in front of all her colleagues with that cold look and that calculated impassive expression on her face, but today she couldn't stop smiling, showing her perfect white teeth. She was also tremendously distracted, too excited by the news she had just received and the fact that her boss had given her the rest of the day off to celebrate. Perhaps that was why while she hurried to her office she almost tripped over one of the interns, who apologized immediately noting who had bumped into him. Nesta smiled more widely, apologizing in turn, and the boy went pale.
Once in her office, she quickly took her things and sent a message to Cassian, warning him that they were going out for dinner that night and that she had some good news to share. The message was read immediately, but she received no immediate response, as she normally did with her husband, which caused her to frown. She shook her head, grinning, thinking he must have been with a client.
She greeted her secretary, who, having recovered from the woman's ambiguous behavior, waved back.
She walked out of the building and raised her hand to stop one of the hundreds of cabs that were parked in front of her office and once she was sitting down and after giving the address to the driver, she picked up the phone again, to check if Cassian had answered. He had not.
Not wanting to dwell too much on why her husband ignored her, she decided to open the group chat with her sisters.
Biiig news coming! Wanna go out tomorrow night for drinks?
The answers of both of them didn't take long to arrive and Nesta felt a wave of affection towards her little sisters. They had always been very supportive and caring of each other and every time something good happened, after their respective husbands, they were always the first to be told everything. Their relationship had never been perfect, but they had always been there for the big events and Nesta wanted to shout to the whole world what had just happened.
From Feyruh: Oh my! You got promoted?
From E-lame: I told you you'd get the promotion. I'm free after seven.
Nesta simply answered with a smiley face to Feyre and told them both that she would pick them up after she left work. They then talked about this and that and only when the cab stopped and the driver turned towards her did she realize that she had arrived at her destination. She paid the man and made a quick run to cross the street, immediately entering the bright studio with the neon sign reading "Night's Brothers". As soon as she entered she saw Amren at the counter and the girl gave her a confused and worried look.
"What on earth happened to you girl? You look like the joker, god." Nesta started laughing, as she couldn't help but smile. Amren seemed to shiver at the sound, "No, seriously-" then she added under her voice, "-are you under the effect of any acid?"
"No, you idiot." Nesta chuckled as she sat on the welcome couch, crossing her legs. "I've been promoted," she said quietly, unable to keep the emotion in her voice.
Amren opened her mouth wide, getting up and going to settle down next to her friend. "Are you serious?" Nesta nodded, almost squeaking. "It was about time they realized your talent and acted on it." They exchanged a quick hug and then Nesta asked her how much more Cassian had. She couldn't wait to tell him.
" He should be done in half an hour with the client and then he has a couple of girls for piercings so I don't know how much longer he's going to be." Amren explained to her, getting up to check their calendar. Nesta puffed, making a grimace and interrupting her joyful motion that had been going on for hours now.
She sighed, getting up in turn and heading for the exit, " Alright, could you tell him that I'm already at home and that I'll be waiting for him at 8:30, please? Amren nodded, waving goodbye, and then Nesta walked to the right just to stop me two doors away from the tattoo studio.
Cassian and Rhysand had moved into that apartment right after high school and when Rhysand had moved out, going to live with the Archeron sisters to spend more time with Feyre, Nesta couldn't stand the constant nocturnal make-out sessions and exasperated she had asked Cassian if he could host her until she found a place to stay on her own. How Elain managed to survive in that house for another four months was still a mystery to the elder sister.
After a few weeks of living together, Nesta had discovered that Cassian was one of the neatest and organized people she had ever met. He never brought girls home when she was around and respected her personal space, something completely unknown to Nesta, who had only ever lived with her sisters. They had bonded so much and became best friends in a very short time. Not that they had a bad relationship before, but now it was much stronger. When after two months Cassian had asked her how much longer she was planning to stay, she had panicked, thinking that he had grown tired of having her around, and had told him that she had found a place not too far from her office and that she would be leaving soon. Of course, it was all lies, but Nesta will never forget the hurt and sad expression that had overwhelmed Cassian. After two days she had been forced to tell him the truth, regretting having done such a thing for no reason, and had never seen the boy so happy as when she had told him she would have to stay for at least another month. Cassian had hugged her and spun her around in the air, thrilled by the news, and told her that she could stay for the rest of her life if she wanted to. Nesta had started laughing and then Cassian with her and in one way or another, they had ended up kissing.
The rest is history.
She set foot in their apartment and let go of an excited laugh.
She would finally work on her own and could finally translate the books she wanted and approve the projects she preferred and not just reread drafts on drafts on drafts every day. She took off her shoes and pulled her bra off her blouse, unbuttoning her pants and letting her hair fall on her shoulders in a hairstyle that didn't pull her head.
She turned on the TV, put on a music channel and began to dance, singing whatever song passed by. She came into the kitchen shaking and shouting the chorus of the brand new song of a band whose name she couldn't remember. She took a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.
"A toast to myself." She whispered, raising her glass, "You did it."
She went wild for a little while longer and after the second glass, she decided that it was better to go shower and be prepared for when Cassian would return.
***
She had just got out of the tub when she heard the door close a bit abruptly. She looked at the clock on the sink cabinet and saw that it was eight o'clock. Making a small grimace, she realized that she had taken a bath for an hour. She heard Cassian calling her name and didn't have time to open the bathroom door, which opened wide, making her take two steps back.
Cassian grabbed her wrist, stabilizing her, "Sorry, I didn't think you were in here."
Nesta shook her head and was about to jump on his neck when she saw he had a wrinkled expression. She placed one hand on his arm, holding the towel around her with the other, " Everything's okay?"Cassian sighed and closed his eyes. "One of the last two clients seemed to be a bit too comfortable, it bothered me a lot."
Nesta nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. It wasn't the first time one of the boys' clients had taken advantage of the situation - probably getting pierced in intimate places - and made her husband uncomfortable. Fortunately, this hardly ever happened, but there were always those few exceptions, and once a year he would find special clients.
Nesta approached Cassian, moving her hand from his shoulder to his cheek and stood on her toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Cassian wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her, running his tongue over her lower lip. Nesta moaned slowly and broke away, smiling still holding him.
"What are you smiling about?" Cassian asked, kissing her on the nose and pulling away shortly afterward to start undressing. Nesta leaned against the door jamb, holding the towel to her chest and admiring the sight. Nesta shook her head still incredulous after all these years that the man in front of her was her husband. "So?" he insisted once he entered the bathtub.
"They promoted me." she said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Cassian, who was washing his hair, stopped and looked at her with his mouth open before a bright smile took over his face. He got out of the tub, dripping water everywhere, and took her by her waist, lifting her up and letting the towel slide off her.
"I can't believe it," he said to her laughing, looking at her face with eyes shining with emotion, "God, I'm so proud of you," he snickered and put her down, pushing her towards him once more and kissing her deeply. Nesta laughed in the kiss and Cassian was forced to pull away.
He put his hand behind the back of her neck and pulled her to him, causing their lips to collide again and again and again until both were panting and Cassian's hand that was not busy holding Nesta close to him had found its way to her fine side and now he was holding her tight enough to make the girl moan.
At Nesta's cry Cassian pulled away slightly, pushing his forehead against hers to catch his breath. The water was still flowing behind him and when he stepped back to get into the tub, he pulled her with him. Her bare chest collided with his and they both held their breath as they touched.
Nesta gasped and shook her head, detaching herself from him and interrupting whatever they were about to do. "I've just washed, I can't take a shower again. And you should hurry because I made a reservation at our restaurant and we should be there in twenty minutes." she smiled at Cassian, who was still breathing frantically and held his hand on her waist, too close to her breast. She looked at him from under her eyelashes, letting him understand that they couldn't waste any more time, even though his thumb was now caressing her right breast and she was shivering at the thought of what those hands could do in other places.
Cassian had to clear his throat before speaking, "You're telling me I have to take care of this-" he pointed to his evident length with a movement of his chin, "-alone?" his voice was still hoarse. His eyes darkened as they quickly scanned her naked body. When he looked at her face again, her throat dried up and Nesta swallowed loudly, every trace of fun disappeared.
Nesta approached him with her gaze fixed on his lips and Cassian smiled slyly. She pointed a finger to his chest, sliding it down, towards his abs and then to his hips, reaching the base of his clear excitement. Cassian pushed his hips forward, trying to get touched where he most wanted, but Nesta grinned and walked away, giving him her back. His hand slipped away from her skin and Nesta immediately missed that touch.
She came out of the bathroom swinging her hips, while Cassian mumbled "You fucking tease."
Nesta chuckled, stepped back and stood by the bathroom door and said, "If you can wait till tonight, I'll show you just how much of a tease I can be." and then she winked at him.
He heard Cassian grunting in frustration as he put on the black lace panties he had given her a few months earlier, the ones she knew for sure would drive him crazy.
Oh yes, they would have so much fun that night.
acotar tag list (if you want to be added just let me know in the comments or sending an ask:))
@tottenhamboys20
135 notes · View notes
the7thcrow · 4 years ago
Text
fic writer tag!!
thank you so much for the tag @aliceu! i got very excited when i saw đŸ„°đŸ„°
1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?
*sigh*
please excuse my middle school self, but there was both a supernatural
 and a hamilton/hunger games story. please, please do not ask it makes me want to cry.
2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?
skz and ateez! maybe i’ll dabble into a one-shot with other groups, but as of now i’m very content with that :3
3. how long have you been writing?
is it cheesy to say forever lmao? i have relatives i don’t recall ever meeting telling me i told them stories i made up when i could barely talk. i also have journals upon journals full of stories starting from when i was is the first grade, leading up to when i learned to type.
writing is kinda what i wanna do with my life, so i haven’t ever really stopped in all that time. so yeah haha, forever i guessđŸ€·đŸŒâ€â™€ïž
4. what platforms do you post your stories?
tumblr and ao3!
5. what is your favourite genre to write?
probably angst, tbh. but like, stories that have lots of angst, but also moments of fluff and romance to balance it out.
but also fantasy stories. that’s my fav genre to both read and write.
6. are you a pantser or a planner.
a planner. 100%. i don’t think i’ve ever started writing a story without at least an outline. sometimes i change things along the way if i really want to, but that’s the only time i go in with no game plan.
7. one-shot or multi-chapter?
oh, both! both for sure. i enjoy how much development you can build over a multi-chapter fic, but they do get to be a lot of work sometimes lmaoo. one-shots are just really fun. not as big of a commitment, but at the same time, you often can’t dive as deep into things.
8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?
for writing i would say 6k, because that’s when i start to get a bit tuckered out lmaoo.
for reading, the longer the better. if i’m invested, i love getting a bunch of content all at once â˜ș
9. what is your longest story?
indulgence! it’s not done yet, but it’s currently sitting at 28.8k.
10. what story did you enjoy writing the most?
i would say indulgence, but i’m ngl this last chapter has been destroying me with writers block. so maybe daisies? it was very cute and fun and i flew through it a lot faster than i can usually write.
11. favourite request you’ve written and why?
as of now, i don’t write requests. i have too many ideas stored up to write first. đŸ„Ž
12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?
uh.
that’s a really good question lmao. and i honestly have never thought about it. probably? i mean, i guess i’ve written a lot of strangers to lovers so far?
13. current number of wips?
that i am currently writing writing? 2. but as for plotted out and some dialogue sitting in my notes? at least 10.
14. three things you have noticed about you writing?
1) ïżŒcomma abuse. i just, use a lot of commas, maybe too many sometimes.
2) (starts dialogue) *small description of who said such dialogue and what they are doing* (ends dialogue)
3) use of one words sentences for ~emphasis~
15. a quote you like from a published story.
from a train, her lips, the music. :
“Hyunjin loved you before he saw you. Well, perhaps not you yourself, exactly. But your sound. The way with every note you played, that with every piano key that was blessed with the grace of your fingertips the empty theatre seemed to come to life. Your music would dance through the absent audience with the footsteps of an angel, soft and melodic. Hauntingly beautiful. Perfect.”
16. a quote from an unpublished story.
from i lost something in the hills. :
there was much you wanted to say, about war. about the draft. about how ridiculous it was to not be able to speak in your own home.
however, you would say none of it. not out of weakness, or fear, but rather because if you did you’d be sent to your room. you’d be taken away from the conversation entirely, from the information you desired.
and information you’d learned, for a young woman of your time, was the most valuable asset of all.
17. space for you to say something to your readers~
well, thank you ofcđŸ„° thank you for taking your time to read my work, it genuinely means the world to me. for anyone who has ever left a nice comment, or ask, or just screamed in the tags of a reblog, i luv you. you inspire me to write more, and i appreciate you so so much. đŸ€đŸ„ș
tagging: @healinghyunjin and i see most people i know have been tagged already, so anyone else who writes and wants to do this â˜ș
3 notes · View notes
just-the-hiddles · 5 years ago
Note
Hii, so you're all up in my dash and you allways say that people should come and talk to you. I'm a bit shy when I don't know someone but I kinda need a bit of writing advice. so here I am, I hope it's ok to ask you. I feel like I have a ton of WIPs but I never ever ever manage to finish a story. and then at some point I just lose interest in the story and it just sits on my computer collecting dust. Do you by any chance have any tips for that sort of thing ? any motivation to finish something up ?
maybe I'm too ambitious wanting to write whole stories and big stories and stuff like that. but I kinda want to post something or share something and I allways feel like I only can once it's finished.
sorry that was long, just ignore it if you don't wanna answere!
Hello!  I am always saying people should come and talk to me and I totally get being shy.  
First thing to know is that you are not alone in having a bunch of WIPs that are left unfinished.  Most writers, myself included are in the same boat as you.  
Here are some ideas to get your stories finished:
Start posting them or post snippets. Many writers need the feedback to jumpstart the motivation.  And make sure to tag me in whatever you post if you do decide.  If you are not comfortable to share just yet, find a friend to share with privately.  A good friend who will give you positive non-criticism.  I have a friend like this, that gets all my rough drafts and read them and enjoys them ahead of me posting.  
If the stories are longer, maybe post just a chapter or two, if it is a one shot, divide it up into smaller bits (250 words or what not).  Who says chapters have to be long, post what you want!
Re-read your story to get back in the mood.  I have abandoned stories in the past, only to come back later to finish.  I usually re-read everything to get myself back into that world.  It also gives it fresh eyes.  Maybe you end up deleting some of it, maybe you end up re-writing.  
Create inspiration in other ways.  Writing is more than just putting the story to paper.  It is creating moodboards, doing research, outlining, consulting source material, making playlist etc.  Consider doing one of these to get you in the mood.  I used to (and sometimes still do!) listen to a very long playlist of Tom Hiddleston videos when I would write stories involving him.  Or watching Thor: The Dark World
Just sit down and write.  Sometimes you just need to force yourself to sit down and write.  Set a really doable goal for you (for me it is something like 100-250 words) and don’t let yourself stop until you reach that goal.  Usually I end up going over the goal.  
Decide if you even want to finish the story.  It is okay to abandon a WIP.  People do it all the time.  I have a stack of stories I started and never finished, never to see the light of day.  I had a series that I was posting that I wrapped up with an outline for my readers.  All of that is fine!  There is nothing wrong with doing that.  They are your stories, do with them what you want. 
For future works, figure out what happened.  So as a bit of a prospective thing so you don’t get into this situation again, think about what got you to this point.  Maybe it was because you made it all too big.  I think there is a temptation to write 100k epic series right off the bat because they get a lot of attention and following.  But damn if they are not hard to do!  I am personally a 7-15 chapter kind of girl and I am definitely a one shot girl all the way.   Maybe you didn’t know where to take the story halfway through.  Outlining might help.  Maybe you just didn’t like the idea that much.  That’s cool too.  Maybe you need to only write things that set you on fire (metaphorically speaking).   
And just as closing thought, don’t be so hard on yourself.  Particularly at this time.  People struggle at finishing WIPs in the best of circumstances and we are not in best of circumstances.  So if the realities of the world are making it hard to focus on your craft, be kind, because it is hard enough as it is.  Don’t compare to others.  Take a deep breath and you can do this.  You got this.  
9 notes · View notes
hamsterwritin · 5 years ago
Note
1, 5, 7, 11, 12, 17, 19, 20, 22, 23 for the meta ask please and thank youuuuuu <333
Oh, oh boi. Aight ok let’s go-
1: Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?
Well my only current project is the tree wip (aka the moonlight dance). It’s about a girl named Selma that fcks up big time as a teen and angers a forest spirit. She ends up having to run away and hide in an industrial city, basically trying to just ignore the issue. I’m just going to link the wip page here...
Right now the biggest progress I’ve made is actually naming it, which only took me about 3 years...heh. I’m still on my first draft because I’ve started over a lot...and I’ve also realized that I need to take a big look at my outline and actually fill it in. So far I’ve been throwing all of my ideas at the wall waiting for something to stick, and I think I’m ready to structure it now. Finally. (Also one of my assignments in my current course is to write an outline of a story so uh...that’s perfect).
What do I love most about it? Uuuuuh I take a lot of inspiration from old Nordic folklore, which imo is super fun. 
5:  What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?
The mc for sure. We don’t have the same personality at all but I’ve used a lot of my own experience with mental health to depict her struggles. Not all of it is taken from my own life, but a lot is, especially the general feelings. It’s not exactly a fun thing to identify with but I’m glad I get to use that experience for something.
Another thing that is kinda inspired by myself is how her worldview gets flipped on the head. Growing up I, like many others, adopted the views of people around me and didn’t question them much until I got into my later teen years (which you were there for lol), which is a change Selma also has to go through. 
7: What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?
I think I have a very descriptive writing style, I also love using metaphors. I know you have pointed out how I like describing a lot so I guess that’s something not only I notice. Other than that I have no clue. I know I have a weird way of writing sometimes though, hopefully not in a bad way.
11: What do you envy in other writers?
Their ability to actually like...sit down and write. My biggest struggle is focusing on it for longer than 5 minutes. I know a lot of writers joke about how it’s difficult to get writing done, but to me it’s like...different? Like I actually, literally can’t write a damn word. So ye please hand over some of that writing juice. Mom says it’s my turn.
12: Do you want your writing to be famous?
I guess? I think so...eventually. I want it to be famous for the right reasons though. But for now I just want to get the damn thing done and get it published, and hopefully people will like it. I don’t really let myself hope for much.
17: Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?
This is a really difficult question. I have no idea how people will interpret or perceive this story. I have messages that I want to be read in it but it’s always possible that a reader will find something completely different. I also have no idea what would be surprising...
Tbh I don’t know. I can’t answer this question sorry bro.
19: Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)
Fields. I like describing fields. Idk why. Also roads made of sand? I know I use “sand dancing in the sunlight” or something close to it a lot. And...shadows dancing...damn I like describing things as dancing huh...Oh god I even named the story the moonlight dance oh god I’m just now realizing this.
It’s just a big ol dance partaaaaaaaaay
Also sarcasm and bad jokes. Most of my characters make em.
20: Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
Uuuhm damn I¹m actually gonna have to think for a bit. I don’t really like explaining symbolism because to me it’s kinda important that the reader is the one that finds it. In the end once those words are in a book it’s no longer in my control. But I have used a lot of it, mostly when it comes to nature vs industrialization. That’s all I’ll say about that.
What I do wanna say is that Selma’s journey as a whole is something I care about a lot. The whole thing is about redemption and growing as a person, and also about dealing with your inner struggles and letting people in. It’s not a unique concept but it’s one I adore; the fact that people can change to be better. And the most important part of this journey is that Selma herself is the one that has to take the first step, and to be the one who wants the change. She goes from running away to confronting her wrongdoings and issues. 
22: Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?
It happens, but not often. Usually I do it when I want a good laugh and look back at how forcefully straight I made my stories to be lol. I don’t hate them, since I have great memories from writing them. (I mean I never would have met you bro unless I started that blog <3 ;P) I also wouldn’t have grown as a writer, and I love seeing how much I’ve learned and changed. I had a lot of fun writing those stories so I can’t hate them. 
Though something I can and will hate is how I refused to make my text smaller and oh god...i always made it bold. why. why me. “Lol I have a hard time reading since I have glasses” nah bitch that ain’t it just stop. Make the text normal.
Basically all the chapters were written like this x3 in size. All of it. It was HELL!!!
23: What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?
Hmmm tbh I think the moonlight dance is up there at this point. I don’t really keep ideas unless I actively work on them. Other than that I think our old thing with gods and stuff has stayed with me the longest. Idk something about that city just stuck with me.
Phew well that’s it. Thanks bro for askin. I needed a reason to think about this story a bit. 
4 notes · View notes