#writing callenge

[robeca-black]

Writing Patterns

Rule: Share the first line of your last ten published works and see if you notice any patterns.

Tagged by both @cellphishthekaiju and @toolateintheday I figured I'd better take them up on this.

I think I said I think! That the pattern I follow is that I write too sweet and not tragic at all! I just…can't see my girls bad and it makes me feel sad.

Thanks for tagging me! Now I tag @cookabeara

[charlesartthings]

The punk sharing place is a shit show but this is the worst take I’ve ever seen

“Backlash from authorities” what authorities man? Artists that want to pay their bills? So called authorities love ai, bevause it means they don’t have to pay humans to do work. Replacing authentic human work, especially in creative fields is like the least punk thing ever.

“Democratizes creativity” bro no one is gatekeeping creativity, art has always been accessible and a tool of the people, shut up man.

“It callenges traditional systems” like picking up a pen and actually making art? Oooo what a dangerous and oppressive system that needs to be dismantled immediately!!!!!

Art has always been accessible, no matter your age, class or abilities. Art is the most accessible and free thing we have.

as long as you have a pen and something to write or draw on, you can do art. Shut your stupid mouth, you’re releasing the flies that live on the shit in your brain man.

Art is free, raw, human expression and has always been. Art is inherently punk. Ai is not.

Also FIY it ruins the fucking planet!!!!!!! Ai art is taking a lighter and straight up burning water, labor, and our future. If you don’t know what you’re talking about, shut the fuck up.

[novvabee]

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[leejenowrld]

Heyy!! Lets say Areum and Nabi callenged each other to a secret flirt-off with the boys, who would win, and how would they each play the game to get the most attention?

nabi would win, and it wouldn’t even be close. because while areum is effortlessly charismatic, naturally drawing people in with her easy charm, nabi is calculated. this isn’t just flirting—it’s strategy. and when the game is secret, that’s where nabi truly shines.

areum would treat it like a casual challenge, playful and fun. she’d go for shotaro and donghyuck first, knowing they’d be the easiest to fluster. she’d flash that sweet, teasing smile, toss a few compliments their way, lean in just enough to make them stammer. with jaemin, she’d be bold, knowing he’d play right back, laughing when he inevitably tried to turn the game on her. then she’d give up with jeno lol.

but nabi? she wouldn’t spread herself thin like that. she’d pick her targets—jeno and jaemin. and instead of throwing out easy smiles and compliments, she’d pull back just enough to make them chase. she wouldn’t give them attention—she’d make them want it. with jeno, she’d be subtle, barely touching him, keeping her voice soft when she spoke, making him lean in just to hear her. she’d drop a comment that stayed in his head all night, let him catch her smirking at him once, and then ignore him completely, driving him crazy. he’d be thinking?? why isn’t my gf kissing me?? with jaemin, she’d do the opposite—direct eye contact, a slow, knowing smile, brushing her fingers over his when she handed him something, making it feel like a secret just between them.

where areum would rack up reactions, nabi would leave them wrecked. because the secret part? that’s what makes her dangerous. she’d make sure that by the end of the night, jeno and jaemin weren’t even sure what had happened—only that they couldn’t stop thinking about it. and that’s why she’d win.

god. i wanna write a jeno jaemin y/n threesome.

[lolomarrie]

My first fanfic

NOTE:gramner mispelling also this takes place a week after tpot8

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It was a sunny evening and everypne was talking about their day and stratigies for future callenges, well everyone except teardrop. She was sitting alone in the hotel lobby looking at robot flowers vast collection of items in her shop

Teardrop had a heard time comunicating with people, everyone knew that. Nobody knew what she was saying without her writing it out, but since moving to tpot, she had to leave her typewriter behind and has been having trouble finding paper.She was a bit bord not talking to anyone but she had gotten used to it.

Suddenly she felt somthing drop on her head, it was a rectangular blue box with a little note attached to it ' hey TD, i've noticed you've seem really down lately so iasked two to send you this gift-Eraser.' Eraser!? Nonono that cant be right she thought that he hated her, especaly after what she did last challenge.She opened the box to see, a new phone. Teardrop was shocked, even if it wasn't from Eraser to think anyone got her of all people a new phone. She opened to see that the wallpaper was a picture of Eraser holding a sign saying ' you like the gift?' H-he did!

Teardrop was flooded with emotion but mainly she happy that somone would do somthing so nice espesaly somone she had wronged. Next time, she was going to do somthing nice for him.

[mossy-thing]

15 Questions for 15 followers

Thank you @tathrin for tagging me! I know that it has been literal months, but I forgot I had screenshotted the questions and couldn't find them on your blog. Oops. Anyway!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Indeed I am! Alexander the Great, to be precise! Why would my mum name her child after a colonising murderer? I kept kicking her. Like, in uterus. I was a very agressive fetus. And also a very agressive baby, I just kept. Biting her. Like I was angry she gave me life. (Which on second thought, considering the people I've had to deal with so far... understandable, little me.)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Tonight! I had a recurring nigtmare of a zombie chasing me. I escaped, the thing that made it a nightmare was that I had locked it in with my family. And when I woke up, I was convinced I had killed them.

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I hopefully never will! Fun fact about 8 year old me, when a teacher told us that every girl would find a boy to settle down and have kids with one day in sex ed, I very confidently announced that I would never start a family because it would hold me back in my career. This is like one of those moments I should have realised I'm aroace, lol.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Kind of. The issue is that people often think I'm serious.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

When I see them, what they look like. When I talk to them on the phone, it's their voice. Is there another option?

6. What's your eyecolour?

Green.

7. Scary movies or good endings?

Both, as long as I get to analyze the living hell out of them. (Example: when watching The Menu for the first time, I kept bothering my mum like: Look, she said she doesn't want an intellectually callenging dinner and he literally crushes meatballs that look like brains for her cheeseburger! Mum look! Mum isn't this amazing??) I also really love tortured characters, so scary movies or stuff with a lot of angst potential is what I usually gravitate towards, but I really like some happy movies too.

8. Any special talents?

First and foremost, I don't really believe in talents, and get irrationally angry when people tell me I must have a natural gift or something because to me, that implies I didn't work my ass off for years to get to a good point but that Fortuna just emptied a bucket of goods over my head as soon as I entered this world kicking, screaming and biting everyone. The only thing that I would count as a talent (in a very loose meaning of the word) is that I started reading whole books about 3 months after getting to school. I think that's hyperlexia? Might be wrong, I never really researched it.

9. Where were you born?

Not in switzerland, despite my elementary school certificate saying so.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing, playing the lyre, at the moment everything Tolkien, though that can change in like a day to something completely different.

11. Do you have any pets?

I do!! She is a cat, her name is Indira, she is very cuddly and sounds permanently pissed, to the point that a friend who was watching her while we were on vacation sent us a very concerned message because she had actually meowed like a normal cat for once. She hates other animals of all kinds, had to be kept in a seperate room in the shelter we picked her up from, was born on the same day as me (though two years later) and has a habit of sitting in a spot in the garden where she can be seen by the dogs on both sides of the fence and meowing very provocatively. The people in the shelter actually wanted to name her Diva because she is such a little bitch, but they decided on Indira since they thought people wouldn't take her in if her name was Diva. I love her very much.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was forced to play batminton in 7th grade because of a stupid rule that said that all band kids had to do a sport thing too. I hated every second of it.

13. How tall are you?

1,63m. At my birth, people calcualted that I would never get over 1,45, and I was the shortest kid in everything until I was 16, when I grew 20 centimeters at once without warning. I very much enjoy telling people I am taller than them.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Art and English.

15. Dream job?

A published author. I am actually working on a trilogy right now! It might take a while until I actually get it done though. Does anyone know how cold it has to be that your fingers have to be amputated? Google is failing me.

Tagging (only if you want, also yay I have nearly enough followers to actually do this now!) @strawberriesinmoominvalley @dirtmuse @babybat98 @eight-ball-juice @liamwinters @harmoniousworld @hyperlexia-1 @daeron-the-flautist @mistergandalf @the-sewerrats @slowdeathhymn @suuzzzzzzannnnn otherwise this is an open tag.

[firewolf111]

🔥Up in Flames Post Callenge🔥

(A lot less cool than the title makes it seem)

I have a bad habit of posting 1 or 2 things and then disappearing for a month, so I decided to make myself a challenge to build the habit of posting more often. (And actually doing requests within a reasonable time. Also, requests are still available during this. Go here)

The goal is at least 1 post a day for 30 days. I will do my best to keep myself accountable, though I tend to struggle. Feel free to spam this post with reminders.

(Im also on nightshift, so my definition of a day is different)

Here are the rules I'll be trying to abide by-

Rules:

1. The posts don't have to be Fandom based. They can be random memes, posts about my day, etc. Doesn't matter the post. I just have to make at least one. (This blog wasn't originally supposed to be only Sanders Sides content, so I do want to branch out.)

2. The post must be typed the same day it is posted. That way, I can't just mass make posts and throw them in queue/schedule them. The goal is to build the habit of making posts, so I have to make them each day. No pre-writing.

B.) To go along with that, I can start a post and opt to finish it for a different day. Obviously I'd have to post something else that day. This addition is only for longer posts. Also, a decent chunk has to be written the day I chose to post it. Not just a sentence, it has to be a decent amount. (No strict rules, just gonna vibe it).

3. If I skip a day, I have to post 2 posts to redeem that day. Days not completed won't count towards the 30 days unless redeemed.

Tags:

With the rules out of the way, here is how I plan to tag this challenge.

Any post that I count to the challenge: #🔥Up in Flames Challenge🔥

Each day specified as #🔥UiF Day [day number]🔥

A redemption post #🔥Relighting the flame🔥

(Then, the second post will be tagged with the day tag)

If anyone else wants to do this as well, they can.

[mcdragon007]

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[zwowow]

What do you think they would fight about?

Everything. They fight and bicker about everything. From dirty laundry left around the house to who gets the first shower in the morning. If there's an opinion to be had on something, these two are going to find a way to have opposite ones.

It's a part of their foreplay sometimes. When they settle down at night before bed, they bicker about what movie or TV show to watch. When it looks like Colson might win their little battle, Em starts to play dirty. He reaches under the blanket pulled over Colson and fingers over the top of his thigh, teasing for what could come if he lets Em have control of the TV.

Colson has a different tactic. He lets Em believe the battle is won, let's him change the channel and relax against the headboard before turning to him and starting to nibble on his neck. Em is sensitive there, and it isn't long until the control is out of his hands and sliding easily into Colson's palm.

The dirty victories like that always lead to another fight, though those typically end in hot kisses and a rough blowjob, not one of them taking the couch or a guest room until an apology has been issued.

There are times when the guest room comes into play. When their fights get too big to be contained to one room, or their anger would shatter the windows. Once, Em called Colson an obnoxious, talentless, little prick, and spent a week on the scratchy, unfamiliar sheets of the guest room. Another time, Colson told Em that he was so far past relevancy he should be begging to make their relationship public, if only to make it into a headline people will actually read. The couch fucked his back so bad Colson had to lay off on jokingly calling Em an old man long enough for his boyfriend to forget the way he moaned and groaned about his bad back all week.

And not often, but a couple of instances in the time they've been together, their fights hit deep into the foundation of their relationship.

When they fight about the future, a series of heartbreaking 'what if's and 'why not's they'd both rather forget, it gets hard. Their fundamental differences in opinions threaten to break them apart during those fights.

What keeps them together, their joking insults and playful disagreements that are a beautiful, contained love flame gives away way too easily to a fire ready to consume them both.

They fight with themselves as well. Em fights his instincts to tell Colson exactly what he's doing wrong with his career, the drugs, his music, and his daughter. He bites his tongue until there's blood when he sees him making a wrong step because even though fighting is their thing, he does know when to pick his deeper, more serious battles. He sniffs under his breath often that Colson could try and do the same.

Colson white knuckles his way through more of Em's bullshit than anyone gives him credit for. If there were a running tally of how many times Colson has swallowed jeers or pushed down an argument starter, he doubts he could count to the number it went up to. He's developed a nose for emotional landmines Em steps on without a care. Colson does his part in keeping them from fighting until they implode, and wishes Em could try to do the same.

So they fight. Over TV remotes and child rearing. In deep kisses and choked sobs. They fight about where to eat dinner and who gets the fries left at the bottom of the McDonald's bag. And it's all in good fun up until the moment it isn't. That moment that pushes a fight from insignificant to foundation rocking.

So um, you asked what they fight about and I gotta say, an easier question would have been what Don't they fight about?

[plots-and-prompts]

Writing Challenge #2

Write a short story based on a song of your choice. The catch? You must use every single lyric of the song in your story somehow. 

[anonwrite]

August event: Get to know your character

This is a month-long event. It has a task for every week of the month. 4 weeks/parts in all. 

You will have to report at the end of the week with the progress on given task and other participants MUST give feedback (or be banned from getting one themselves). 

It does not matter what type of character you decide to work on. It can be the main hero, their best friend or family member, the main antagonist or a random villager on the other side of the globe. It is up to you, who you are wishing to research. 

The word count does not matter as long as you follow the given task.

Everyone willing to participate please reply to this.

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Jessx2 Halloween Challenge

Happy Hallow’s Eve to one and all!

It being the witching hour here in Australia, I thought it appropriate to post @wi-deangirl77​ and my master list of all those who have posted their entries for our Jessx2 Halloween Challenge...

Everyone’s submissions were incredibly creative and some quite surprising. Enjoy our spooky mix...

@butiaintgonnaloveem​ “Sometimes we don’t do things we want to do so that others won’t know we want to do them.” - The Village The Runaway Vessel

@notnaturalanahi​ Quote: “Hang him on a hook and let me play with him!” - Hocus Pocus Put A Spell On You 

@acreativelydifferentlove Quote: “She's mad jealous of you. She'll stop at nothing.” - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves Teasing Bucky

@xxdragonagequeenxx Quote: “Please don't send me away. If you do, she'll kill me.” - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.  Let me Stay

@grace-for-sale​​ Quote: “Cause when you’re alone as a kid, the monsters see you as weaker. You don’t even know they’re getting closer. Until it’s too late. - IT Perhe Älä lopeta veressä

@boomkittywerewolf​ Quote: “Yeah, he's telling the truth... you know how I know? Cause when I do this… people don’t lie!” - Panic Room  Panic

@waywardjoy​ Quote: “It's a full moon tonight. That's when all the weirdos are out.” - Hocus Pocus  Winifred’s Spellbook

@cas-backwards-tie​​ Quote: “You guys are disgusting, obnoxious creeps!” - Casper   Familiar Faces

@rebelslicious Quote: “This is my costume. I’m a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else.” - The Addams Family Tower Halloween 

@kittenofsarcasm​ Quote: “A little gasoline… a blowtorch… no problem! - Beetlejuice Whoops! 

@hopes-archer​ “You're gonna die.” - The Strangers RESCUE 

@dark-taco-castle​ Quote: “He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son!” - Rosemary’s Baby He Chose You

@lovemesomepie85 Quote: “Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker.” It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown My Great Pumpkin

I ran into a little problem with tagging everyone, that’s if my tags work from my queue!

We’re also waiting on posts from @l8nit-l0vr and @riversong-sam

[libellengeist]

1st of May – Invisible (German/English)

Hey, guys! It’s the first day of our, @elchustells an mine, 30 days writing challenge. Feel free to join and tag us, so we can read your gorgeous stories! :)

BildQuelle: @mcl-airian

Fast schon melancholisch hallten meine Schritte in den leeren Fluren der Schule wider. Einzig und allein das leise Surren der Klimaanlagen, die der Hausmeister angeschaltet hatte, durchbrach die ansonsten menschenleere Atmosphäre. Richtig, heute war es ziemlich warm. Es war erst Anfang Mai, doch brannte die Sonne an manchen Tagen so stark als wäre es mittlerweile schon Juni. Vorsichtig stellte mich ein wenig auf die Zehenspitzen um mein Schulschließfach zu erreichen. Normalerweise erledigte das Kim für mich, doch sie bereits zum Bus gegangen. Sie, Lynn und ein paar andere Leute hatten mich zu einem Ausflug ins Eiscafé eingeladen, doch ich lehnte ab – auch wenn es mir schwer fiel.                                                                               

Ein paar Zentimeter fehlten noch bis meine schmalen Finger endlich das kleine Stück Papier erreichten. Obwohl ich schon seit Wochen daran saß, überkam mich jedes Mal das Gefühl als sei es nicht gut genug. Ich seufzte und verstaute die Zeichnung in meiner Mappe. Mein Blick huschte über die alte, rostige Schuluhr, die sicher schon seit Menschengedenken an dieser Wand hing. Schon 16.03 Uhr? Eilig nahm ich meine Tasche und warf sie mir über die Schulter, ehe ich mich beeilte um zum Schultor zu kommen.  Schon vom Weitem sah ich ihn. Sein silberner Volvo blitzte in der Sonne und zog sofort meine Aufmerksamkeit auf sich.

„Violette, bist du soweit?“ Fragte mich die bekannte Stimme als die Scheibe des Autos heruntergelassen wurde und ich in sein lächelndes Gesicht sehen konnte. Ich lächelte ebenfalls, doch wirkte es gequälter als ich es wollte. Wortlos nahm ich auf dem Beifahrersitz neben meinem Vater Platz und verstaute meine Tasche auf dem Rücksitz. Über unser Schweigen legte sich zum Glück die Musik des Radios. Es war jedoch keine unangenehme Stille. Wir waren beide nie sehr gesprächig gewesen.

Er fuhr in einer der Seitenstraßen ein, nicht unweit von unserem Ziel entfernt, und parkte dort. Die folgenden Schritte waren immer am schwersten. Das alte Metallgitter quietschte schräg als ich es öffnete. Kaum setzten wir einen Fuß auf die Rasenfläche, überkam mich ein Gefühl von tiefer Ruhe und Frieden. Ich wusste den Weg zu ihr mittlerweile auswendig. Der Kies unter meinen Füßen knartschte ein wenig während ich die Inschriften der Grabsteine nun wohl schon zum vierten Mal las.Ich wendete meinen Blick ab und stoppte. Sie war da nach all der Zeit. War es seltsam zu glauben, dass sie gegangen war? Mein Vater befüllte eine Gießkanne, die an einem kleinen Brunnen unweit entfernt stand, während ich die alten Blumen auf ihrem Grab entfernte.

„Hallo, Mama. Es ist schön dich zu sehen. Es ist viel passiert in der letzten Zeit. Wir haben eine neue Mitschülerin.“ Ich lächelte schmal und befreite ihr Grab von der kleinen Löwenzahnpflanze. „Vieles hat sich verändert seit du nicht mehr da bist. Dad und ich vermissen dich sehr. Ich...“ Ich hielt inne und versuchte meine Tränen zu verbergen. Mom mochte es nie wenn ich weine. Sie sagte, dass all die Traurigkeit, die man zeigt nie die Liebe ersetzen wird, die man empfindet. Ich spürte eine Schwere auf meiner Schulter, sodass ich hastig meine Tränen wegwischte. Lächelnd drehte ich mich zu meinem Vater um und sah, dass dieser ebenfalls weinte. Meine Mine verrutschte schlagartig. Mein Vater zog mich an sich heran und umarmte mich herzlich. Meine warmen Tränen rannen mir die Wangen hinunter und das was ich so verzweifelt versuchte zu verbergen brach über mich herein. Doch in diesem Moment war es egal. Der Moment war für uns.

Almost melancholy, my footsteps echoed in the empty corridors of the school. Only the soft whirring of the air conditioners, which the caretaker had switched on, broke through the otherwise deserted atmosphere. Right, today it was pretty warm. It was only the beginning of May, but the sun burned on some days as strong as it was already June. Carefully put on a tiptoe to reach my school locker. Usually Kim did it for me, but she already went to the bus. She, Lynn and a few other people had invited me for a trip to the ice cream parlor, but I refused - even though I wanted to join them.

A few centimeters were still missing until my narrow fingers finally reached the small piece of paper. Even though I worked on it for weeks every time I feel like it's not good enough. I sighed and stowed the drawing in my portfolio. My eyes darted over the old, rusty school clock that had been hanging on the wall since time immemorial. Already 16:03? Hurriedly, I took my bag and threw it over my shoulder before hurrying to get to the school gate. I saw him from afar. His silver Volvo flashed in the sun and immediately grabbed my attention.

"Violette, are you ready?" Asked the familiar voice as the disc of the car was lowered  I could see into his smiling face. I smiled too, but it felt more tortured than I wanted. Without a word, I sat in the passenger seat next to my father and stowed my bag in the back seat. Fortunately, the music of the radio fell over our silence. But it was not an unpleasant. We had never been very talkative.

He drove into one of the side streets, not far from our destination, and parked there. The following steps were always the hardest. The old metal grille squeaked as I opened it. As soon as we set foot on the lawn, a sense of deep calm and peace came over me. I knew the way to her by heart now. The gravel under my feet snapped a bit while I read the inscriptions of the tombstones now probably for the fourth time. I averted my eyes and stopped. She was there after all that time. Was it strange to think she had left? My dad filled a watering can standing near a small well not far away as I removed the old flowers on her grave

"Hello mum. It's nice to see you. Much has happened in recent times. We have a new classmate. "I smiled tightly and freed her grave from the small dandelion plant. "Much has changed since you're gone. Dad and I miss you very much. I ... "I paused and tried to hide my tears. Mom never liked it when I cry. She said that all the sadness  will never replace the love. I felt a heaviness on my shoulder, so I hastily wiped away my tears. Smiling, I turned to my father and saw that he also cried. My mine slipped suddenly. My father pulled me close and hugged me warmly. My warm tears ran down my cheeks and what I was trying so desperately to hide broke over me. But at that moment it did not matter. The moment was for us.

[scrichmond]

Soul Magic.

credit – funpeep.com I closed my eyes and relaxed, leaning back against the step. It was a day where it felt good to be alive. Spring had arrived, the sun was warm and the sky blue. Birds flitted from tree to tree, enjoying the freedom of the season. Whilst nature flourished around me, I felt that I could rest.    As I drifted into a gentle sleep; my mind weaving in and out of consciousness, I…

[sparklygoblin]

okay so I've been gone for a minute because I was writing my first fic on ao3 but I'm back with more trash than ever! I really love crack fics and my friend and I thought up this absolutely GREASY premise and I just couldn't help myself. I only included a few of my ideas in this post but let me know if yall like it and maybe I'll do a part 2

Haikyuu!! Frat House AU

Bokubro is obviously a member of the frat, he's also a minor drug dealer with Kuroo, and his room is L I T E R A L L Y DISGUSTANG, like Kuroo actually has a fear of Bokuto's side of their room. People are baffled, BAFFLED when they find out that his boyfriend is non other than Akaashi, president of the most prestigious fraternity on campus. But what can akaashi say? he believes any guy who can drink his weight in vodka, take at least three different unnameable drugs, and still smile at him the morning after, deserves his attention.

Kuroo took one for the team when he rushed, and roomed with Bokuto. Needless to say, his quiet gamer boyfriend, Kenma, refuses to stay over. When they first met at one of the frat's infamous ragers, they'd stumbled into Kuroo's shared room, heading toward a drunk hook up. Then Kenma put his hand in something wet. And very much alive. That was the first and last time. Bokuto and him irritate everyone by constantly referring to themselves as "businessmen", only to be immediately informed by Iwaizumi and Daichi that "selling drugs to high schoolers doesn't make you business men"

Daichi didn't want to be in charge, but duty calls and when you and Iwaizumi are the only sane ones in the house, well a man has to step up. Plus, it totally gains him brownie points with all of the trashy college girls that show up to their notorious parties. because he was totally interested in that, and definetly not in the chaotic silver haired boy from the competing fraternity. no he wanted nothing to do with Sugawara. It's not like he catches himself openly fantasizing about him, and the whole house made it into a running joke.

Iwaizumi is also in charge, to no one's surprise. he and daichi have the cleanest room in the house, not only that but he's the only one who will do dishes. he's exhausted. he's also sleeping with Oikawa Tooru the single most irritating member of the prestigious fraternity suga and akaashi are in. but don't mention it, don't talk about the way he blushes when oikawa throws it back, and DEFINETLY don't bring up the time Oikawa broke his knee sneaking out of Iwaizumi's room, and spent an entire semester harassing iwaizumi on a bright pink motorized scooter.

Ushijima doesn't really care enough to be in charge. Mans is a FARMER if you catch my drift, and he makes fat stacks off of his "business" with Kuroo and Bokuto. once spent the entirety of his rush week in a maid's costume. but hey he's not complaining, it did get him the attention of that really weird dude from his leisure cooking class. he and Tendou are possibly the only couple that have it all figured out so kudos to them, three years strong

the miya twins are living frat legends, and they have been since their first party, at which Osamu got wasted and punched an equally wasted atsumu in the face for "breathing too loud". Atsumu seems like he sleeps around a lot, and maybe he did, but the guy won't stop simping for a very reserved chem major named Sakusa. sakusa gave into atsumu's begging once and woke up on a stained mattress in Vegas for his trouble.

Terushima is also there, making each party a little bit more chaotic and sleeping his way through ever girl on campus, except for kiyoko and yachi, the other guys were oddly protective of them. make no mistake though, terushima was a loveable himbo, who made extra sure that safe, sane , and consensual relations were his top priority. during hell week, he had to poop in a target dumpster, but daichi and iwaizumi didn't keep a good look out for him, he narrowly avoided getting arrested. NARROWLY.

Nishinoya and Tanaka rushed together. it went exactly how you think it did. Daichi and iwaizumi swore up and down that if they weren't desperate for new pledges, they would've never let those two in after they set the toilet on fire. Tanaka got really smacked one night and took a vow to abstain from any hook ups until he and Kiyoko (the hot girl from that one sorority) were engaged. Noya holds him to it and it's actually really wholesome. Noya on the other hand is battling a low grade obsession with the anxious design major from Akaashi's fraternity. everytime Asahi gets inebriated he's instantly the life of the party, and if Noya wasn't already in love, that time drunk Asahi took his clothes off and swam in the city fountain with him really cemented it.

kyoutani hates that little snot from the other fraternity....what was his name? mini oikawa, super prissy and whiny....YaHAbA. Kyoutani won Iwazumi's admiration when he took his rush like a champ, obliterating keg stands and hair removal alike. everyone thinks it's really funny because they're basically the same person down to the snotty, prissy, irritating boyfriends they won't admit they have.

Ennoshita is the mini daichi, and he's a simp for Tanaka. constantly pulling him back from fights, and rubbing his back when he throws up. maybe someday Tanaka might notice....

Lev is possibly the dumbest rush they have ever received and also the most fun. his natural talent for shotgunning and dangerous drunken adventures, makes him a favorite. he ripped his pants in front of the entire student body during his rush, on purpose. like he wanted it to happen. still to this day, no one understands why. he's been simping for yaku as long as he's been in college, so two whole months. to the outside world, it looks like the angry little man wouldn't think twice about the lowly freshman, but lev's been in enough closets with him to know that that's just not true.

kindaichi just adds to the madness, he's an anxious peacemaker with an epic talent as a lightweight, and a massive crush on his apathetic roommate, kunimi. Kunimi regretted joining the frat the first time he watched Bokuto peel string cheese with his toes.

Hinata and Kageyama are rushing at the same time. Tobio Swageyama is made for Greek life, but Hinata can barely do a keg stand. So naturally they are paired together through the rush callenges. This results in the loss of no less than six pairs of pants, a completely bald (no eyebrows) Kageyama, and an upside down lower back tattoo reading "boke", sometimes they get a little too spicy at parties and take the whole "kiss the homies goodnight" thing to a whole other level

[heyitmelexie]

Road Trip

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x GN!Reader

Word count: 643 Warnings: none Rating: general audience

A/N: Day 18 for @honeymandos December Writing Callenge!

I know it’s almost mid January but I want to finish it. I’m still home with my family and don’t always have the time to write so I’m sorry this takes so long.

Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless!

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You can barely keep your eyes open as you enter yours and Jack’s house, exhaustion seeping through every inch of your body.

The past weeks have taken a toll on you. Your boss gave you more and more tasks that left you spending the nights at the office, barely getting any sleep when you finally came back home. Jack would either be on a mission or already asleep, so usually the only time you would see him if he was there would be for breakfast.

But today your boss had surprised you.

He came up to you and thanked you for the masses of work you have done in the past weeks. Some free days would be in order, he had said. He had given you the next full week off, leaving you speechless. Your boss was strict and could be really annoying. He would never do something like giving you days off out of nowhere, let alone thank you for doing your job.

You were wondering where that sudden change came from, but the exhaustion quickly overtook all your thoughts and you wanted nothing else but to sleep.

But as you enter the house, the packed bags that are standing behind the sofa throw that plan out of the window and suddenly you’re wide awake.

Where’s Jack? Why are there packed bags?

“Jack?” you call out as you put your bag down.

“Kitchen!” he calls back a second later, slight relief washing over you. He hasn’t left.

You walk into the kitchen and see him standing at the stove, cooking what smells like Bolognese.

“That smells amazing, honey” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back. He hums softly and you stay like that for a moment before raising your head a little.

“Why are there packed bags standing in the living room…?” your murmur, still a bit afraid of what this could mean.

Jack seems to sense your worry and turns around to wrap his arms around you as well. He then presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and lifts it by putting a finger under your chin.

He smiles down at you, caressing your cheek.

“There’s no need to worry, sugar. I just packed our bags because we’ll leave in the morning to go on a road trip. So we don’t have to pack it now or in the morning because I want you to get a good 9 hours of sleep before we leave.” You blink at him, slightly confused because he didn’t talk to you about it before.

“How did you… Why didn’t you talk to me about it before? And how did you know my boss just gave me the whole week off?”

He flashes you a bright, lopsided grin.

“I called your boss. You were working your ass off for months and didn’t have any days off. You almost fell asleep while eating and barely got any sleep. So I recommended him to give you some time off or else his wife would find out about his regular visits to the brothel” he smirks, clearly proud of himself.

“Jack” you gasp, surprised to find out he had done something like that for you. His smile falls at your reaction.

“Are you mad at me now…?”

“No, I… I’m just surprised. Now I know why he gave me the week off, out of nowhere. He even thanked me for working so hard, he never does that.”

Jack just laughs at that and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You hum.

“Now, sit down and let me finish making dinner. After that we will take a hot bath together and then go to sleep. I planned this trip for a little while.”

You shake your head slightly but giggle.

“How do I deserve you, Jack Daniels?”

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