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jawnjendes · 5 years

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please don’t wake me up | shawn mendes

university au summer lovin/lovin in the summer time, shawn x goth gf/oc

AN: holy fuck its the season finale. yup this is the last chapter. imma keep writing tho... oh btw this is just smut

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"Kiss me."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I breathed out before picking my head up to connect our lips together. My hands went to either side of Shawn's face, keeping him as close as I possibly could. I was desperate for something more than a simple peck, and I was determined to get it now that Shawn was back to where he normally was.

His big hands moved down my thighs and under my knees, hooking both of my legs around his waist. In the same move, Shawn moved his hands underneath me, tightly gripping my butt. My stomach fluttered with excited butterflies as I felt the heat from his body against mine. This went from chaste to horny so fast it was making my head spin.

I found purchase in the hair on the back of his head, letting my tongue slip into his mouth. The delicious feeling of making out with him along with the wet sounds of our mouths colliding sent me straight into the clouds. I sucked on his bottom lip just a little, and Shawn let out an equally small groan into my mouth, his hips rocking against mine once. It got me so hot I didn't know what to do with myself. I needed to hear more sounds come out of him.

We finally broke apart after a while, and a translucent trail of saliva was still connected between our lips. Shawn looked down at me with hooded eyes, his pretty lips swollen and pink like the patches on his cheeks. In a second, he was moving soft but desperate kisses down my neck, while his hand moved up my body. I tried to catch my breath as he suckled new spots onto the crook of my jaw but it kept getting knocked out of me the more he touched me. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my black After Forever t-shirt, so Shawn was able to tweak my nipple through the fabric, making me lose my breath even more.

"You okay?" he mumbled against my neck, pausing his actions.

"Don't stop," I replied in a whisper. I slowly moved my hips up against his, my toes curling at the sensations. I wrapped my arms around his middle and put pressure on his back, wanting to feel him on top of me.

Instead, Shawn moved his mouth further down my body. He mouthed at the black cotton of my shirt, reaching my nipple. He wasn't one to shy away from using his teeth right off the bat, he knew I went crazy over the feeling. It was a reflex we both marveled at; The more he toyed with my nipples, the more my hips would buck up on their own. It didn't take long for me to pull on his pajama bottoms, or for him to tug on my shirt.

We both sat up and hastily pulled at whatever clothes we had on. Shawn was quick to get my shirt over my head, and then he was sitting back to yank off his pants. I was ready to get on my back, my front, whatever humiliating position he wanted, but he paused and stared at my nearly naked body, something twinkling in his eyes. I looked down at the scars on my abdomen, reminding myself that he actually had his mouth there. This wasn't a time to be feeling insecure on my part.

With my chin up, I leaned forward and placed my hands on Shawn's massive thighs. My eyes traveled from his crotch all the way to his eyes, letting him see whatever he wanted to see. I was nervous too. It felt like we were starting from scratch, and we had to do it right. I was able to compose myself enough to take the reins and make sure he was comfortable, like he did for me many months ago.

"You okay?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "You're just beautiful. I've missed nights like these."

That gave me the overwhelming urge to just pounce and let him have me, but instead I sat back and gestured to the headboard. "Sit here."

A smirk grew on Shawn's face as he crawled up to the front of the bed. He sat and leaned comfortably against the headboard, a knowing look on his face. I let him watch me as I pulled off my underwear, and apparently it was so attractive Shawn just had to palm himself through his briefs. I decided that at one point, I had to watch him touch himself. But that was for another time. He chewed on his lip as I crawled up to meet him, and I found my place in straddling his lap.

Tense eye contact only made things heighten even more. With a cheeky grin, I brought my hand up to his chin and pulled out his bottom lip with my thumb. His eyes were big and round, like he was ready to let me be in charge. I stared down at his lips, taking in just how pink and lovely they were and just how smug I felt knowing only I could kiss them as much as I pleased.

"Do we have condoms?" I asked, the thought smacking me upside the head all of a sudden.

Shawn blinked, clearly dazed. "Um… yeah, in the drawer. Babe, do we really-"

I placed my finger on his mouth. "Yes, my dear. We do."

He placed his hand on my bare back as I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. His fingers glided up my spine, giving me chills and the slightest thought to just ditch protection altogether. However, I found one square packet and tossed it onto the mattress. It helped me relax even more, so I sat up again and kissed him once again.

Shawn groaned as his hands found my tits again, thumbs rubbing fast at my nipples. Before I knew it, I was grinding on his hard cock and our breathing was way too staggered to keep our lips together. My fingers rubbed against the hairs on his chest, and I dipped my head down to his neck, biting into the skin. Shawn let out a low groan deep in his chest and tilted his head, accepting more of what I was giving him. My hips moved slowly while he remained compliant under me, his fingers slowly tracing up my spine and making my back arch.

"Mm, fuck," he mumbled as he cupped my ass cheek. "Need you, baby. God, I want you so bad."

"Touch me a little first," I told him as I leaned back, taking his hand and guiding it down between us. "Let me feel your pretty fingers."

I returned the feeling just as much. I reached into his black Calvins and squeezed his cock in my hand while he inserted a long finger into me. We both moaned out at the feeling, chasing the euphoria for the first time in far too long. My head tilted back, trying to split my focus between the feeling I was giving and the one I was receiving. But his finger was curling in just the right spot, and it only tightened my grip as I pumped his shaft. Shawn cupped my face with his free hand and insisted I look at him, coaxing me with his sweet voice. His hand was so close to my neck, it made me growl. I actually growled.

"I want your cock," I moaned, unable to control myself. "I want your big cock in me, baby."

In a split second, Shawn had both of his hands on the back of my neck and he was pulling me in closer. He had been so unnaturally passive before, and now that was gone. Perhaps he was just waiting for my domme facade to crack so he could take over. "What did you say?"

I was so thrown by his sudden change in his demeanor, I only made a stupid whiney noise. I was at a loss for words. There was my Shawn.

"Oh no, you need to say it again," he ordered, slightly tugging at the hair on the back of my head. "Tell me what you want."

My head tilted back from the pressure, and my breath hitched. "I want your big cock." My voice was small and shaky, filled with nothing but fervor. "Please… fuck me with your big cock."

"Wanna ride me, honey?" he egged on, an obvious smugness in his tone. He ground his hips upwards just slow enough to make me whine. "Is that how bad you want it?"

My head nodded, feeling the grip he had on my hair with each little movement. Shawn pulled even more and leaned in to sloppily kiss my neck when it was exposed enough. Then, he nosed his way up to my ear and spoke again in a deep voice.

"Better get fucking started, then."

I wasn't sure how or why I was so easily brought into submission, but I didn't care. I'd let Shawn order me around for hours between the sheets if it meant we would both feel so impossibly good. He sat back as I frantically pulled off his briefs. With shaking hands, I tore open the condom pack and rolled the thing down his length, making sure to keep my eyes away from him. He had gone from a sweet boy to the epitome of sexy intimidation, it was harder to keep eye contact. I was sure to pass out or combust or actually bust if I looked at his face any longer. My heart raced and my core burned as I prepared to take him like a fucking champ.

"Oh, that's it," Shawn moaned through his grit teeth as I sank down on him. A snarl came from deep in his chest as he reached around to grab my ass. "Oh, such a good pussy."

A shudder of arousal ripped through me at the sound of his words and the feeling of his cock splitting me open. I stilled for a moment, trying to relax myself and get used to the stretch. My fingers, on the other hand, practically clawed away at Shawn's chest. Red lines appeared where my nails hit, sending me even further than the clouds. I scratched even more as I slowly started to move my hips.

I won't lie, I wasn't on top very often. Shawn liked me in more submissive positions, like on my back so he could hover over me and shield me with his body, or bent over a surface so he could pull my hair and spank me as much as he wanted. Here I thought this position would get the tables to turn, but I was never more happy to be wrong.

He hissed, fingers digging into the plumpness of my ass cheek. "Oh god, baby… So good at taking my cock." He brought a quick slap to the cheek on the last word.

The movement of my hips caused the headboard to repeatedly smack against the wall, adding to the feeling where our bodies connected. I leaned back, planting my hands behind me for more leverage, and I rolled my hips with more vigor. Shawn took that opportunity to bring his fingers down to my clit. He didn't even have to do anything more, the rhythm I was going at was making me grind against the tips of his fingers.

I couldn't even form words to tell him how good he was making me feel. The only sounds that came out of me were breathy moans that coincided with Shawn's filthy words. Not to mention, the obscene sounds of our skin slapping together only added fuel to the fire. My thighs were starting to chafe and cramp, though, so I slowed down and placed my hands on Shawn's shoulders.

"Fuck, I'm getting tired," I said, panting heavily, resting my head on the crook of his sweaty neck.

He played with the long strands of hair cascading down my back, his nose touching my temple. "You're doing good, baby. Take a breather. You want some water?"

"Yes please…"

Shawn held my waist as he leaned to the side, reaching the bottle of water on the nightstand. I sat up again and took the bottle. He watched me as I took a hefty gulp, a sweet smile on his face. I was about to put the bottle back, but he grabbed ahold of it and drank the last bit of water before tossing it to the floor.

I got a good look at him now that I wasn't as occupied by his massive dick. Shawn's face and chest were blotched with red, and there were several scratch marks on his pecs. His cheekbones and collar bones were glowing with sweat, and his pink lips were swollen. He looked completely fucked, and we weren't even done yet. I didn't even wanna know how I looked. I could feel flakes of my mascara falling under my eyes, I knew that much.

With a smirk, Shawn took hold of my wrists and pulled me in closer. Our noses touched, and I felt his breath on my upper lip. Hands went up and down my body, but it was much softer than before. It was a little moment of just feeling each other without the desperation. Shawn pecked my lips, and then trailed more kisses down my neck. He didn't even hesitate to mark me up even more than he already had, leaving red and purple blotches on my collar bone. Finally, he dipped his head down to my tits, and he took a nipple into his mouth.

Like clockwork, my hips moved again from the sensation. I tangled my fingers in his hair and moaned softly, my entire body seizing up and clenching just from his mouth licking and suckling. Of course, that gave Shawn more stimulation where we connected and he groaned against my skin.

Then he smacked my ass again, indicating for me to keep it going. I pressed my hands down on his shoulders and started to properly bounce on his cock. He let go of my nipple and moaned against my cleavage, his tongue poking out to get a taste every so often. The dirty talk had ceased altogether, and it was replaced by his sweet moans that got higher in pitch the closer he got to the end. His fingers dug into my ass, leaving behind his own angry red lines on the skin. It felt so good to know he was feeling it just as much as I was.

Soon enough, he was fucking back into me, and I didn't even have to tell him. Shawn held my waist and growled deep in his throat as he thrust his hips upwards. The feeling got me tilting my head back and whimpering like nobody's business. My nails went down his chest again, making Shawn growl even more as he slipped his cock in and out of me with more vigor.

"Pretty baby," he grumbled, and then his hand was on the back of my head, harshly making me face him. "Open your eyes, baby. Fucking look at me."

The authority in his tone made me do it. My eyes opened and met his. Shawn's brows were knitted together, and his mouth was half open, intense fire in his eyes. His fingers fisted the hair on my scalp, keeping me in the position I was in.

Anytime my eyes fluttered shut, Shawn delivered another sharp slap to my ass. Our lips brushed together, but we were so caught up in the heat we couldn't properly kiss each other. It wasn't until Shawn's thrusts were staggering did I find my words again. This was when I loved to egg him on and get him to where he needed to be.

"Gonna come in me, baby?" I said breathlessly. "Gonna make this pussy yours, baby? Fucking come in me, daddy…"

Shawn squeezed his eyes shut, but only for a second before I grabbed his chin to catch his attention.

"Look at me," I said sensuously. "Look at me when you come."

"Mm, fuck!" he cried out, eyes narrowing as it finally hit him. "Aah, fuck, I love you, I love you, fuck!"

He pulled me in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue immediately finding mine, groaning into my mouth. I kept bouncing on him as I brought a hand down to my clit, now chasing my big release. Shawn kept moaning, getting a little more sensitive, and he grabbed my breast like it was a fucking lifeline. His incoherent noises alone sent me to the end, and I was clenching around him repeatedly, the heat expanding through my body. I cried out his name like a mantra, my thighs trembling with the release. As soon as it was too much for me, I pulled off of him and collapsed in the space next to him.

Shawn was quick to lie down next to me, letting me curl up into his side. His muscular arms went around me comfortingly, and he planted a small kiss on top of my head. Our legs tangled together, staying closer under the sheets. My breathing was still quick and heavy, and my body was craving affection and comfort. Shawn squeezed me once, and he gently told me that this wasn't over quite yet.

I wasn't sure how long I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling in a euphoric daze until the sun creeping in through the window. The light hit my eyes, causing me to scrunch my brows and turn my head away. Shawn picked his head up in surprise, squinting at the golden light pouring into the room. Then, his gaze met mine, and we both laughed softly. We really went at it the whole night, only catching short power naps every couple of hours.

Shawn turned his whole body towards me, and I did the same. There was a bit of space between us, but our hands found one another and lazily intertwined at the fingers.

"You look like an angel," he mumbled. "The sunlight is like a halo around your body. It's beautiful."

"Well, you're glowing," I told him, "you've got that sweaty, orgasmic highlight going on."

He smiled, his fingers playing with mine. Neither of us were exactly sleepy, but we were completely fucked out. I was already feeling the ache in my legs and my back. I was so glad I didn't have anything else to worry about today.

"What's the weirdest thing I did when I was on morphine?" I asked, wanting to fill the air.

Shawn's eyes widened a little bit, and so did his smile. "You said a lot of things. None of it was weird, you were just a lot more affectionate. You hit on me in front of the nurses."

I chuckled. "I sort of remember that. What else did I do?"

He thought for a minute, and his smile faltered a little. "When you woke up from your first surgery, you kept saying that I cheated on you."

For a split second, I was confused but then I gasped. The dream and the unbearable feelings came to memory in seconds. Then, I explained to Shawn what I saw when I went under, and he was shocked.

"Why would you dream that?" he asked, pouting.

I shrugged. "I can't control the subconscious of my brain. It felt so real, though."

"You know I'd never cheat on you, right?"

"Of course, I'll kill you if you do."

He chuckled and stroked my cheek. His eyes lit up again. "When you were on drugs and delirious from your fever, you really wanted me to cup your face like this. If I pulled away, you kept my hand there."

Just as he said that, my hand went up to hold his wrist. I mean, I did love having my face caressed. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being held in such a sweet, intimate manner. It made me feel small, but not in the way I had gotten used to over the last few years. I felt small, but I also knew Shawn would put me in his pocket and protect me. Of course I wanted to feel that sense of security while I was hospitalized.

"It makes me feel safe," I told him, really milking this afterglow thing.

Shawn's smile grew. "That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard. I'll keep my hand here as long as you want, anytime."

The cheesy, goofy grin on my face was so unlike me. How in the hell did Shawn find a way to crack me open? How did he manage to tear my walls down? How did he make me so optimistic about what we had going on? I had never been so over the moon before. Is this how you're supposed to feel when your feelings are reciprocated?

"Remember our first date?" I asked. "When you asked me what it means to be a goth?"

"Yeah," Shawn replied. "Something about light and dark, but you couldn't find the beauty in it."

I nodded. "Yeah. There's no beauty in depression, or nightmares, or surgery. And there's far worse shit out there that make it even harder to find beauty in the dark. And that's not even the dark stuff that appeals to me."

"So what does appeal to you?"

"I could have died. It would have sucked for my parents, and for you, and probably Stella too. But for me, I could have gone on to the next thing, whatever it may be. And yeah, it scares me a little bit, because I don't know what's next. Not knowing is what scares me, not the act of death itself, and not the skulls or the upside down crosses or the cemeteries. Finding my own light in the dark things that people find strange or spooky is what's beautiful to me."

Shawn smiled at my rambling, his thumb brushing my cheek.

"And you're beautiful to me too," I added with a giggle. "You're a different kind of light."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead, and then our noses brushed together gently. "You're the beauty in the dark, honey. It's all you."

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AN: LMAO I LIED ITS MORE LIKE A SEASON FINALE I AINT DONE WITH THESE FUCKS JUST YET HAHAHAHA anyways let me know if u wanna be added to the taglist

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #tee hee #imma tag peeps in a minute #im headed out the door akldfsd

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ninnosaurus · 2 years

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Coming soon-ish, probably.

☣ 'The New Plague' ☣

Somewhere in New York, one crazed individual decided the human race should be eradicated from the face of the earth.

With the infection rate of the common flu, combined with something far more deadly, people started dying. A quarantine quickly put into effect.

The majority of people died. The lucky few who survived, carriers able to infect the uninfected, quickly became far worse. A cult believing they were chosen. A group dedicated to the unnamed individual responsible for this who worshipped their Savior like a God. They had one goal in mind:

Infect everyone to make them see "The Real World".

A cult from which April O'Neil is desperate to save Casey Jones from. With, or without the four brothers.

#tmnt #bayverse tmnt #bayverse #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtles AU #tmnt post-apocalyptic #imma tag peeps later @ home #im typing this teaser out during my 15 minute break at work lmao

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the-musical-cc · 5 years

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I’m calling the Woody/Bo ship CowboyBoPeep and no one can stop me.

#toy story #woody pride #bo peep #it doesn't have a shipname and let's be real #the minute someone comes up with something better imma tag it like that too #but i'm dang proud of the wordplay on Cowboy Bebop this is #((Also let's be real x2 no ship name I can come up with will be better than the Woody/Buzz shipname which is PrideYear))#((So let's jot that one down right now))

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imasimpforshanks · 3 years

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party games they’d play as an excuse to kiss you

ft. luffy, zoro, nami, ace, law, shanks

a/n: MY MUM SAW ME WRITING THIS HHHAHAHHAHAUAHAHAHAHAHAHH IT WAS SO FUNNY 💀💀💀💀💀 yeah um so idk what this is but it was actually really fun to think about lmfaoooooo

luffy - kissing tag - pretty self explanatory game, it’s tag, but to get the other person in you have to kiss them. imma be real here, he didn’t actually play this game as an excuse to kiss you. he just heard the word ‘tag’ and was like “hell yeah!!!! TAG IS SO FUN!” but then he saw people kissing one another and then something just clicked “WAIT I WANT TO TAG Y/N!!” so then he asks to be in next and immediately chases you down smiling and laughing as you run away laughing just as much as he is then he grabs you, wrapping his arms around you, smiling as bright as the sun as places a quick kiss on your lips “HAHA YOU’RE IN NOW!”

zoro - seven minutes in heaven - a classic party game so im not gonna explain the rules of it. he’d play this game for a few reasons. firstly, he loves how jealous it makes sanji seeing the two of you locked away in a closet! zoro is such a little shit. but the biggest thing is that it’s private!!!! it’s just you and him. no one else is peeping or interrupting the two of you and that fact alone makes him a lot more comfortable (he’s not one for intimacy or PDA in front of others).

nami - spin the bottle - another classic game, not gonna explain the rules to this one either. i think nami really enjoys the thrill of this particular game. going into it she knows there’s not a 100% chance that she’ll get to kiss you, but that makes it all the more exciting!! her heart is racing as the bottle she just spun slows down. and the second it stops on you, her breath hitches. it’s the moment she’s been waiting for. she smirks at you as you both lean across the circle, your lips meeting in the very centre.

ace - guess who - a simple game where one person is blindfolded and has to try and guess the person who is kissing them. he sees you being chosen to be blindfolded first and he absolutely cannot help himself so he pushes ahead to be the first one to kiss you in the game. he finds something so attractive about you being blindfolded n having to guess it’s him. it’s a challenge and he goes all out feeling ridiculously proud when he pulls away and you breathlessly say his name.

law - truth or dare - very straightforward game, petty classic so im not gonna explain the rules lmao. i thought this would be the most fitting for law but im not entirely sure why????? i don’t particularly believe he’d voluntarily play (he’s not really a party games type of guy) so, when his crew sees you happily participating in this game, they come up with a ‘genius’ idea. they don’t even give law the option of choosing truth, instead saying “we dare you to kiss y/n.” he goes to scold them, until he sees you blushing slightly and avoiding his gaze, so he mumbles a “fine then” trying to ignore his rapidly increasing heartbeat as he leans in to kiss you.

shanks - pass the card - bunch of people are in a circle and have to pass a card around the circle by sucking it so it holds to their lips and then passing it to the next persons lips. shanks loves this game, he switches spots with person who would be passing the card to you, so he can be the one to pass it instead. being the cheeky mf that he is, as soon as he gets the card he’s turning to pass it to your lips but just before you reach him he drops the card (intentionally of course) so he can kiss you properly, chuckling a little into the kiss as he hears the complaints around him “you did that on purpose!” “C’mon man!!!” he can’t help but give you a little wink and a fake apology after “im so sorry about that, the card just slipped.” you just playfully roll your eyes in response.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #mugiwara no luffy #portgas d ace #cat burglar nami #red haired shanks #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #ace x reader #law x reader #shanks x reader #nami x reader

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Winter/Holiday Challenge

Hello wonderful Tumblr Peeps! It’s that time of year where we get all those festive feels. @sagechanoafterdark and I wanted to throw a bit of a holiday party for all of us.

Below you will find some prompts, a bit of everything that we had pulled together to help inspire you either in writing, mood boards, or other forms or artwork you would like to submit. Either just seasonal fun or holiday specific. Also throwing this out there, if you wanted to switch up some of the prompts from Christmas to something a little different, but want to use the idea in the prompt, please feel free. We encourage it, just please specify if its another holiday so I can write it down. We personally know most Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions, but would love to see (as well as learn) other traditions that you all celebrate. We are leaving this as an open fandom challenge, and will be making a masterlist with all the works submitted to us. Happy Writing!

Below the cut, you will find the rules and prompts provided.

Can be anything you want to submit, writing or art work.

Non Con and Dub Con is allowed

Underage, messing with animals, toilet play is a hard NO for us.

All that being said, Properly label your work for anything that’s needed. We have the right to refuse reposting/adding to the official list if it's incomplete with its warnings.

Please send Sweater your request in a ask, with the number/s and character/fandom you want to write for.

AU, OC, Y/N, etc is allowed.

There will be no date to have it submitted by, we know people have lives and cant always get to stuff ASAP. Or the muse has stepped out. No worries, we got you. Submit when you can.

Anything that is over 500 words, please use a ‘KEEP READING’ Lets not clutter our friends blogs up. (if you're on mobile, we understand it's not easy to use, no worries.)

Please Reblog this for people to see, we would appreciate it.

You don’t have to follow us, although be cool if you did

When you tag this, please use #ssholidaychallenge and tag @sagechanoafterdark and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork in your fic.

Also probably send one of us a message if one of us doesn’t respond in a timely manner, it’s most likely where Tumblr is not sending notifications.

You can mix and match prompts. If you wanted something from each category, feel free. Just send the info in your ask.

There will be no restrictions in prompts, more than one person can have the same prompt.

2 stories per person though.

HAVE FUN with this.

Prompts

Person A surprises Person B by being home in time for any holiday of choosing @just-one-ordinary-fangirl with Steve @angrythingstarlight with Andy, Dark!Steve

Person A is great at baking, Person B is not. Chaos @nekoannie-chan with Steve/Brock

Person A is very particular about decorating, Person B just wants to put the decorations wherever they want.

“That's the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.” @icanfeelastormbrewing and @what-is-your-plan-today with Jake and Stella

“My house, my rules. Christmas music stays on.” @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho with Ransom

“Yea, uh, alcohol doesn't go in hot chocolate.” @viinchester

“I love you, but you are a shit decorator.”

“Step away from the cookies.” @pagesoflauren with Ransom @the-soulofdevil

Pulling you/character in for a kiss from the scarf @imma-sucker-for-a-beard with Chris @queenbeean with Ransom

Christmas Cookie Baking Day

Hiding the pickle in the tree @thefanficfaerie with Steve

“Can we pretend we’re dating at my family's Christmas Party? Then keep it up till New Years?” @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Accidentally breaks ornaments decorating @stuckonjbbarnes with Loki

“Are those lights singing?” “Yes” “I hate them” “I love them”

Kinky Gift Exchange

“Let's do something to put us on the naughty list” @imma-sucker-for-a-beard with Chris

Wrap yourself up like a gift

Get caught nibbling on forbidden holiday treats @sweeterthanthis

“All I want for christmas is you” @queenbeeanwith Curtis

Finding the PERFECT tree @what-is-your-plan-today with Rogers @thefanficfaerie with Chris

Meeting the family for the holiday @mcubabydotcom with Ransom @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Snowed in and make a fire for warmth (and cuddles) @romaxnogersav with Bucky @steebsbabygirl with Steve

Holiday Movie Night! (any movie of your choosing)

Exchanging Secret Santa Gifts @navybrat817 with Bucky

Lighting the Menorah

Eight Days of Hanukkah

Exchanging homemade gifts on the last day of Kwanzaa

Kwanzaa party!

Seven Days of Kwanzaa

Playing the dreidel and other games

“Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Merry Christmas Bitch, I love you.” (feel free to leave out the swear if you want)

“Do you wanna build a sno-” “Don't you dare finish that” @twittytelly with Chris @bananapie99 with Bucky

“You look like this gingerbread man” proceeds to take a bite. @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho with Ransom

“I love Christmas more than anything” “what, even more then me?” @just-one-ordinary-fangirl with Ransom

“You’ve burnt the turkey.”

“I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.” @arrowsandmixtapes @steebsbabygirl with Steve @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Exchanging Secret Santa Gifts

Donating toys to children @redhairedfeistynerd with Chris

“Did you put antlers on the dog?” @what-is-your-plan-today with Adlers @viinchester with Chris

“Im freezing, you are warm, hug me.” @nekoannie-chan with Steve/Brock

Song Prompts

41. Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt @angrythingstarlight with Andy

42. It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Andy Williams

43. White Christmas - Bing Crosby

44. Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms

45. Frosty The Snowman - Gene Autry

46. Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer - Gene Autry

47. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Bruce Springsteen

48. Blue Christmas - Elvis

49. Last Christmas - Wham

50. Mr Grinch - Thurl Ravenscroft @stargazingfangirl18 with Frank Adler

51. Silver Bells - Dean Martin

52. Mele Kalikimaka - Bing Crosby

53. Its Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - Johnny McMathis

54. Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives

55. Feliz Navidad - José Feliciano

56. Hippopotamus for Christmas - Gayla Peevy

57. Holly Jolly Christmas - Dean Martin @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho with Ransom

58. All I Want For Christmas - Mariah Carey @angrythingstarlight with Dark!Steve

59. Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer - Elmo and Patsy

60. Rockin Around The Christmas Tree - Brenda Lee

Movie Prompts-

61. Four Christmases- You and Character of choice go to your different family Christmas’s, each with their own disasters.

62. National Lampoon's Christmas- The whole family gets together in one house to celebrate. (Cousin Eddie anyone?) @pagesoflauren with Ransom

63. Jingle All the Way- Got to find THE GIFT of the season last minute

64. The Grinch- Someone just doesn't like the holiday, heart is three sizes too small. But it can all turn around and find the holiday spirit @verdandi-storm

65. It's A Wonderful Life- Someone gets an awakening during the Holidays at just how lucky they are from a visitor.

Picture Prompts-

66.

@bananapie99 with Bucky

67.

68.

@twittytelly with Chris @stuckonjbbarnes with Bucky

69.

@the-soulofdevil @angrythingstarlight with Dark!Steve

70.

@donutloverxo

71.

@gotnofucks with Sam/Bucky

72.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork with Sam

73.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork

#holiday #holidays #ssholidaychallenge

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milks-writings · 4 years

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ok ok i’m here to request (again) but let’s talk about my man ushijima 💔 can i please request him with gn reader scenario where Ushi was angry about something and he screamed at his s/o for the first time and said something mean? so the reader run away from the apartment and turned his phone off and everything and Ushi tries to find them and ends up finding them in their friend’s house all in tears and ya know.. soft words of sorry, fluff.. please give me much angst and fluff in the end. luv ya

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Wakatoshi Ushijima x GN!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: swearing, manga spoilers

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: I AM: IN LOVE WITH THIS REQUEST

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario

Promises

Hard.

It was a hard day, to say the least.

A hard day for Ushijima Wakatoshi, but it shouldn’t make your day hard, yet, it did.

The heavy air lingered around you, in the whole house, making it almost impossible to breathe in, or out. It felt like the air would fill your lunge so easily, but the air was too heavy to get breathed out again. Something was wrong with him, he didn’t want to tell you yet, he didn’t want to let you know the small secret he held in his heart, secure and safe, so no one could get it out.

“Toshi-” you breathed out, after finally giving up on guessing what the heck was wrong with him.

His face showed no emotions while he was eating the rice you two ordered earlier, but after calling out his name, at least a little emotion washed over his face.

But why did it have to be an annoying emotion, that washed slowly over his usually stoic face?

“Just don’t ask.” his voice was already a little sharp, sharp enough to make you flinch slightly at his reaction.

“But Toshi-” once again, he cut you off. But why did he have to be so annoyed? You did nothing.

“Just shut your mouth! It’s annoying if you keep talking.” If you had eaten something right now, the food would have surely dropped out of your mouth. Your jaw dropped a little, and the chopsticks you held in your hand began to slowly shake, not because they were somehow shaking.

Because you were shaking.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, normally the very quiet and calm person, managed to finally, say something louder than usual, say something that hurt more than usual.

“Uh, right, sorry” The words came out like a mumble, even worse. The words were slurred, almost like it was illegal to say them. Ushijima seemed to be somewhat satisfied, not with your answer, not with you, not with him, but with your silence. The appetite you barely even had before disappeared completely, and the chopsticks that had been shaking out of fear found themselves back on the table again. Getting up from the chair, to ‘get ready for bed’, you could only pray that he would not suspect anything.

Getting away from this place was the only thought that swam around in your head, getting away from here, from him.

Maybe, right now, you were just too worked up and hurt to get a clear mind.

Any maybe right now you were overreacting, but so was he.

You only asked him because you cared for him, you only wanted to make sure he was alright, so why did he come at you like that?

The bag you usually took with you whenever you two went hiking, or to other small adventures were now used for another adventure, but alone.

Your PJ, and all your products for the night you needed, for example, your toothbrush, maybe a comb and also some skincare products here and there, got stuffed into the small bag, and the next second it hung around your shoulders.

Away. But to where?

Away. But why?

Away. But how?

Without even getting one answer to these questions, your hand already reached out for the doorknob and opened it slowly, stepping out and closing the door behind you. Ushijima was showering at the moment, so he wouldn’t notice you leaving.

Not that he would care.

1378 steps to get to your friend's house, about 11 minutes and 39 seconds. You counted it all, just to get your mind off Ushijima, get your mind off the words, get your mind clear, and think about the situation.

At the front door, not surprisingly, a very shocked, yet welcoming friend stood, letting you in and even preparing already the guest bed.

“What did he do?”

“He snapped.”

“Yer kidding” Osamu huffed out, looking over at you, who sat on the edge of the bed.

“No, he told me to shut up. Had a bad day or sumn” your answers were obviously cut short, making it seem like you did not want to talk about that.

“Did ya know that ‘Tsumu won the game?”

“What game?” your eyebrows furrowed together, seeming to have forgotten about this game.

“MSBY against Schweiden Adlers” Fuck.

So if Atsumu won, does that mean Ushijima lost?

Still, he had no reason to snap at you like that.

“fucking asshole” you huffed out, finally laying into the bed he prepared for you. “Whateva” he shrugged, “Imma get you some onigiri” he added, leaving the room.

The guest room wasn’t too big, or too small. Osamu choose probably the best room for that, it had a window, a bed, and even a small closet. If there was something you hated about staying at Osamu’s place, then it was definitely his twin.

“I also got some water” the male held a tray in his hand, placing it down next to the bed and looked at you for a few seconds. His gaze lingered on you, watching how your eyes started to get all teary, or how you liked to call it, ‘Sweaty’.

“Y/N.” Osamu’s voice sounded almost like he was some kind of a strict dad and tried to get some words out of his child. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to snap” Osamu assured you, sitting down next to you and beginning to pat your back slowly. “Did he already call ya?” “I turned off my phone” you breathed out, finally letting the tears stream down your cheeks. Osamu was never the one who minded seeing you crying, he actually always told you to let it all out, and not bottle it up.

“Yer an idiot” he huffed out, yet still patted your back slowly. He always called you like this whenever you did something stupid, or something that was probably not ‘right’ “Whatever” quickly, you whipped your tears. “Maybe I should sleep”. “Yeah, please also eat somethin’. I ain’t gonna throw this away” (that was 10/10 no English but you GeT iT) he pointed over to the food he had placed next to your bed earlier, making you laugh slightly. Then, he got up, leaving the room. You already stayed over a few other times, so it kinda felt like your third home already.

In no time, you ate that onigiri he left you, along with the water. You surely had been a little hungry, especially since you did not eat the whole day.

Brushing your teeth, that would be the next step before going to bed. Sounded so easy, perhaps even too easy to be true. As soon as you pushed the door open, a males voice greeted you. It was kinda deep, deeper than Osamus for sure. And as you peeked out of the room, you got to face Ushijima Wakatoshi, looking so rushed, all over the place. He was sweating, you could tell that he just ran. “They aren’t here,” Osamu shortly answered, though let him still in. Osamu was maybe a little too nice to strangers. “But isn’t that Y/N-” Wakatoshi seemed to be confused after he saw your eyes peeking over Osamus shoulder, making Osamu almost tense up and deny it.

But he couldn’t, it was already too late.

“Damn sucks to be us” he sighed out, letting him now in full. Your boyfriend immediately walked up to you, gripping your hands into his gently, kissing the palm before looking down at your eyes. “I am sorry for snapping.” He apologized, letting go with one hand and his other hand began to pat your head slowly, in a sweet and assuring manner. “I promise I will never hurt you again,” he added, making you shiver a little.

How could you be mad?

But then again, you shouldn’t give in too easily.

But then again… He lost a match. You should cheer him up, right? Not the other way around. “I am also,,, sorry” your voice slowly drifted into the air, making it sound like a muffle. “I should’ve known about your loss.” you added guiltily, making him chuckle a little. “It was only a practice match, I shouldn’t have gotten too worked up for that” he added, letting now go from your hands to pull your body against his, his arms holding you secure.

Osamu only sighed “Damn it, yer too cheesy” he broke your silence, making you huff a little. “ShUt YeR TrAp” you annoyed him, making him only roll his eyes. Ushijima could only wonder what was going on between you two, but you just went back to cuddle him on the place.

“I promise you to be more supporting if you promise me to never snap again”

“I promise it, Y/N. I will learn from my mistakes and not repeat them.” He rested his chin on your head, his fingers slowly beginning to play with your hair, wrapping around the finger, then letting it slowly slip off his fingers before he repeated the steps.

“I love you” he added a little more quiet, just so Osamu wouldn’t hear it and destroy your soft moment again.

“I love you too” you responded happily, sighing out your frustration and breathing the joy in.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu imagines #ushijma x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi ushijima x reader #wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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axewchao · 4 years

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Gonna open up my soul for a hot minute here, so if you don't wanna read that, just enjoy a cute Dallie all bright-eyed and ready for class =w=

Imma be real, for a while now I've been very, very nervous about posting some works I've finished. Some of these works have been done for over two months and have yet to see the light of day. Mainly because of the franchise they're a part of.

Compared to the stuff I normally post (which is... honestly just Nintendo stuff and not much else), some of the things I want to post feels like a 180. At least in the sense that the franchise in question is a series of M rated games. And by M I'm talking blood, murder, heavy subjects, and class trials.

Look at me, I'm too scared to even say the fuckin' name of the franchise, that's how much of a coward I am. But I'm sure that some of you can guess what it is.

It doesn't help that the franchise's fandom can be a bit... iffy. Being iffy comes with the territory of each and every fandom, that much is obvious, but for some reason I'm downright intimidated by this one. And I feel like I shouldn't be this way, that I should just say 'screw it, it's my art, if they don't like it then they can just leave/block the tags/etc.' but unfortunately I do feel this way. Even if I post the works and specifically avoid drawing blood or what have you (which I will, as I'd prefer to just... not do that right now or in the immediate future, thank you), someone's gonna scream at me for just... liking the games. Or liking/disliking specific characters in those games. Or liking certain ships.

Simply put, I'm too much of a candy-ass to just admit that I like something other than harmless, kid-friendly Nintendo games. In public, at least. I can't even bring myself to look for and favorite any fanart of these games on dA.

A part of me is always saying "You're overthinking this," but an even louder part is telling me "Don't take the risk. Stick to what people came here for. You know they like it; they've admitted that much to you a thousand times over." I'm not saying I'm burning myself out on Nintendo, but... I dunno. I feel like a hypocrite, saying that I feel nervous about posting certain things despite saying in the past that you can post whatever you please, and I have little to no right to stop peeps from doing whatever. ...Actually no, forget 'feel,' I straight up am a hypocrite.

Maybe someday I'll work up the nerve to post those aformentioned pics. And then I can look back on this confession and be all "Wow, I was all worked up over nothing! Glad that's not me anymore :D" But until then, it's up in the air. Or in this case, it's in my external hardrive.

For those who took a sec to read through my word vomit, I must thank you. This was nerve-wracking for me to even write. =_="

#danganronpa #Dallie Rathmore #Dangan!Dallie #if i ever do post the pics the tags for the franchise in question will be added here #since this version of Dallie is supposed to exist there #EDIT: I SAID IT! owo''#on a happier note I really like how she turned out #felt good doing the lineart (for once in my life)#felt good coloring it (especially the hair)#and the shading wasn't a hassle #all in all this Dallie is A Good =w=#axewchaoscribbles

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the-angry-pixie · 4 years

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Just a buttload of questions

I was tagged by the lovely @jessiohhh. Thank you chickadee. Took me forever to finish, but I got there. :D

Apparently this is to help you get to know your tumblr peeps better.

Gonna put most of these under a cut to save y’alls dashes.

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? I guess if I had to choose it would be black. I don’t know why. A good black ballpoint is a lovely thing to have.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? Depends what stage of my life I am in. I want to retire to the country but otherwise wanna live in the city.

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? To sew and make clothes. Gosh how different my life (and my wardrobe) would be if I could fix clothes, alter clothes, MAKE clothes. I want this skill so much!

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Don’t drink coffee. My tea has half a sugar. I worked my way all the way down from two sugars and I’m proud. :)

5. What was your favourite book as a child? My Dad used to read me Enid Blyton books when I was little. My favourite series was probably The Naughtiest Girl in the School series.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Definitely showers. I want to like baths, but whenever I take one I just feel sweaty and gross.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? A fairy. I’ve been obsessed with fairies since I was little.

8. Paper or electronic books? Probably electronic books. Easier to read and travel.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? Gosh I don’t know. I literally sat here thinking about it for a couple of minutes and I can’t pick a favourite. I guess by default it falls to the item that I wear the MOST which would be my black combat boots. I wear them almost constantly.

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? Nah I tend to think Laura is a bit boring. I like my middle name Eileen though.

11. Who is a mentor to you? I’m kind of without one at the moment. Thats just the situation my current life is in right now.

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? I would like to be “Author Famous”. Like have soooooo much money, and dedicated fans who like my work. But nobody recognises me in the street.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? Yes.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? No, not in the conventional sense.

15. Which element best represents you? I wish I was earth but I would say probably water. Can be dangerous or calm. Flexible.

16. Who do you want to be closer to? Hmmm I feel bad that I’m not closer to my godson. But ya see, he’s an annoying lil shit. At least the stage he’s going through right now is really obnoxious. So spending time with him is just... not fun.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? All my Canada friends.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. I’ve talked about early childhood memories on here a lot. I don’t want to repeat a story so lemme think a moment..... I remember being obsessed with pressing buttons when I was younger. I mean, most kids are. But you see my family lived on a dairy farm, and in the dairy where we milked the cows and stored the milk there was like... a WALL OF BUTTONS. And levers, and switches and other doo-dads. And like... I just wanted to press them all. But I wasn’t allowed. Obviously. Only at certain times during the day would my father call me over and lift me up so I could press one particular button. So yeah, I remember that. “Helping” my Dad in the dairy and being excited whenever I got to press the buttons. I never even got old enough to learn what the buttons did before we moved off our farm. :(

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? Hmmm, probably escargot. Snails. They were delicious.

20. What are you most thankful for? My newborn nephew.

21. Do you like spicy food? Yes. But spicy food does not like me.

22. Have you ever met someone famous? Yeah last year I was working on a feature film that had a Disney starlet working on it.

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? No way. Too hard. The only time I keep journals is for really important stuff that needs documentation. Like a medical journal when I’m sick. Or an anxiety journal when my GAD gets real bad.

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? Pen I guess.

25. What is your star sign? Libra

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? Bit of both. If you can get a mouthful with both then thats like... bliss.

27. What would you want your legacy to be? Do I need to want it to be anything? Cause I don’t. Like I don’t really care all that much. Maybe I will later in life.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? I dont think its accurate to say I like reading when I literally never do it anymore. Except for fanfic. I listen to audiobooks a bit. I just finished listening to The Stand by Stephen King.

29. How do you show someone you love them? Cuddles, I’m a cuddler.

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? Yes.

31. What are you afraid of? Wasted potential and never really getting where I want to get.

32. What is your favourite scent? That smell after a sun shower. Everything is wet and the sun is making it evaporate into the atmosphere. Love that smell.

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? Not to be cheeky but like, context is a thing. Depends on the context.

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? Not terribly different. I would still work. I guess I would travel a lot more. Since that is something that I would love to do but can’t because I don’t have the funds.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? Theyre both the same level of scary to me. Yes, I suffer from an irrational fear of pool sharks. So I guess I would go ocean because at least with the ocean you have the surf waves to make it fun.

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? Look around to see if someone had dropped it, then if there was no one, pocket it.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Yes. Last time I went camping there was a meteor shower. Wait, do they count as shooting stars? If not then no.

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? Compassion.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I want to get a bunch of babies-breath flowers tattooed in the middle of my back. Its so specific because I plan my tattoos for a long time before I get them.

40. What can you hear now? The fish tank filter at my brothers house.

41. Where do you feel the safest? In my bedroom. In my bed. Laptop and phone and kitty nearby.

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My fear of relationships and emotional intimacy.

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? I honestly don’t know. There are a lot of cool places (but like, usually only if youre in the upperclass). Ancient Greece maybe? Jane Austen era? Woodstock? I can’t decide.

44. What is your most used emoji? This lil dude. 🙃 I prefer it to the regular smiley face.

45. Describe yourself using one word. eclectic

46. What do you regret the most? Not having my mental health issues diagnosed at an earlier age.

47. Last movie you saw? In the cinemas? A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood back in January (actually got my wallet out and looked at my ticket stubs). Just in general - I watched The Florida Project last night with my bro.

48. Last tv show you watched? My Little Pony. Been watching episodes to help me fall asleep.

49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. Derp-a-derp. My bro and I have been saying that over the last few days when we can’t remember the word we are trying to say. Like “go get me the derp-a-derp” or “what was I saying about the derp-a-derp”. Its a good placeholder.

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Annnnnd imma taaaaaaag.... like I said, this is a long one so no pressure (it took me like a week to get through all the questions).... anyway I tag @hichie, @thepragmaticrebel, @heavensdick and @serendipitous-magic.

#meme things

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transcrowing · 5 years

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Oh No, Here It Is

aka the Roadtrip Fic.

Tw?? swearing, mentions of something sex related, and overwhelming stupidity

Word count: 655

Smalls wanted to spontaneously combust. It was three am, and they’d been driving for seven hours already. Somehow, Sniper had convinced her to go raid Area 51 with them, promising that Katherine would be there. Obviously, the raid was the brainchild of Race and Albert. Jack and Crutchie had gone of their own accord, and everyone had tagged along. Spot drove another group of newsies, so the unlucky group cramped into Mrs Jacobs’ van was Davey, Jack, Kath, Sniper, Race, Crutchie, Albert, and Smalls. Well, she thought, at least I’m not stuck in the back with all our crap. That was Sniper, who was reading some classic with earbuds in.

Smalls’ phone had died an hour ago and Jack was hogging the car charger, so she was stuck in a sing-a-long to shitty pop on the radio with Race and Albert. Finally, Davey pulled over to a Seven-Eleven.

“Ten minutes, I’m not waiting for anyone.” he warned, unlocking the doors. Jack pulled Davey out of the van as well, saying something about “Albert’s gonna do dumb shit” as Race helped Crutchie out of the van, holding his hand daintily like a prince or something. Smalls dug out some cash from her wallet, as Albert made a beeline for the snacks and Sniper stocked up on Mountain Dew and tictacs.

Since everyone was done shopping relatively quickly and it was three am, they just hung out in the seven eleven for a bit. Smalls heard a weird honking noise from around the corner, and heard Race laughing. Well, that’s never a good combo of sounds, Smalls thought. She rounded the corner to paper towels laid across the floor and Albert hunched over a pile of something. Upon further inspection, it was...

A fucking pile of hot cheetos. Of course it was. Race sounded like the goose in the corner, laughing his ass off. Eventually, this caught Davey’s attention, who went onto a tangent of “I told you so,” but even after that it got a few chuckles out of him.

“3 AM Davey is scary.” Crutchie pointed out on the way back to Davey’s van, as Smalls helped carry the five bottles of Mountain Dew that Sniper had bought “for science.” Smalls piled into the van with her cheerios, trying not to giggle at Race and Crutchie being super oblivious as they climbed into the van together.

Five AM

“Aand there are approximately 725 species of venomous snakes worldwide...” Davey droned on. Jack had taken over driving about a half hour ago, which meant the car was subject to “interesting” snake facts with Davey. Smalls sighed. Sniper and Kath were asleep, and Smalls totally wasn’t dramatically sighing at Katherine what do you mean?

Finally, Race said what everyone was thinking. “Tell us something interesting, Brains!” he exclaimed, burying his head in his hands for dramatic effect. The van went silent, and it was almost eerie.

Albert snorted. “Sorry, Davey, but seriously.” he said. The car was still quiet, and it was nearly uneasy.

“Look, Dave, we didn’t mean it-“ Smalls began, but Davey cut her off.

“Anacondas mate by having orgies with twelve males and one female.”

The entire van went apeshit. Race and Albert had a stroke collectively, wheezing to death while Davey grinned smugly. “W-why do you know that huh?” Race managed to choke out, which only made everyone laugh harder. Kath had woken up and was also laughing. Jack was probably literally dying behind the wheel.

“Jack, we’re gonna*wheeze* hit the fence!” Crutchie managed to say, leaning against a now flustered Race. Smalls instantly jumped over the seat, channeling her inner Mario Kart champ title.

“Smalls what the fUcK?!” Jack yelled, still choking on air from laughing. Smalls pulled into a gas station, nearly hitting a PT Cruiser(who still drove those?) with the van.

Everyone took a deep breath. Davey spoke first.

“I vote we find a hotel for the night.”

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Sorry it’s long I’m on mobile so I can’t do the break thing lmao

Also;; am I supposed to have a taglist? Idk if you wanna be one of the first to know when another monstrosity worms its way out of the mass of hamburger meat I call my brain dm me. Imma just tag peeps who I think might be interested

@your-lover-crutchie

@thtvscoboi

@romeo-appreciation-squad

@laziestloserr

#newsies #davey newsies #smalls newsies #jack newsies #race newsies #albert newsies #katherine newsies #sniper newsies #crutchie newsies #crace #javid #smalls x katherine #modern idiots #modern idiots is my modern au tag now #the roadtrip fic #do y’all want a sequel lmao #area 51

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theladylovingcrow · 5 years

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Don't Go Away Mad (Please Actually Talk To Me About the Issue) 💜 Sanny 💜

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner

Length: about 1.7k

Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, communication issues, cuddling and snuggling, sharing a bed, getting together, fluff

Summary: They'd slept together so many times - but this was different. It would have been different starting last night, if a misunderstanding hadn't made Danny kick himself to the couch... but that didn't matter now.

Author's Notes: This is cheesy angst, I won't deny it. Fucking relationship miscommunication. Also, I just realized that cuddling is definitely a theme in my stories... I guess since I spend a lot of my writing process in bed or wishing for someone to cuddle with... yeah ok bye imma go hug a pillow

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Sam yawned and stretched, flinging his limbs out to the other half of the morning dawn-lit bed. Danny stood in the doorway, watching him warily, but not fully masking his examinations - or detailed cataloging for appreciation, rather - either.

"Um...morning, Sammy." He bit out, voice soft and a bit hesitant, as if hiding something. "How'd you sleep? Is that bed comfy?"

"You'd know it is if you'd bothered to sleep in it." Danny nearly shivered at the coldness in Sam's voice. "Why didn't you come to bed yesterday? I left you room," he snapped, waving a hand lazily in the air over the green flannel sheets.

There was indeed an empty half of the bed that Sam had dutifully not slept on, so that Danny would have had a space to slip into when he was supposed to get in. But he hadn't made a peep nor an appearance all night. By three in the morning, Sam accepted that he was going to be left alone and confused for the night. By his waking a mere few hours later, he was not only confused, but pissed off. What had he done? Why was he getting the cold treatment? Why was Danny breaking up the good thing they had had going - slow, tentative, silent, but moving steadily forward to something he thought they both wanted?

"Well, I didn't think you'd appreciate me sleeping in the same bed as you. I slept on the couch."

"Dude, what are you talking about, what is this?" Sam scoffed. "We've slept together so many times! I don't mind at all. Why on Earth would you ruin your back on the couch?" He said - almost yelled, but held himself back - brazen in his hurt and anger, not bothering to speak delicately about this... thing like they usually did.

Danny grimaced. "Oh, well I, I thought you were really mad at me... aren't you?"

"What?" Sam asked again, sitting up. Danny looked away as the blankets pooled around his bare hips, shuffling his feet still in the doorway. "No, I'm not mad at you, or, at least, I wasn't yesterday. Why would you think that?"

Danny shrugged and looked down. "I dunno, I just- it seemed like you were upset yesterday, and I guessed it had something to do with me because you were being a bit...cranky and standoffish, you kept telling me to go do things that were away from you, and your answers were always short when I tried to talk. I figured you'd want the bed to yourself, and you certainly wouldn't want to see me anymore for awhile."

Sam sighed, anger gone and guilt replacing it, patting the space next to him. Danny hesitantly sat down, keeping as much distance between his butt and Sam's body as he could without falling off of the bed.

"So, your solution was to assume you needed to give me space, and you put yourself through discomfort so you wouldn't upset me further?"

Danny nodded timidly, still not looking at Sam. His best friend frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder - but Danny stiffened up, back ramrod straight and eyes staring to the doorway.

"Danny!" Sam gasped, quiet but passionate. He wiggled over in the bed, wrapping all of his limbs around him. "That was incredibly sweet of you, but please, please don't ever do it again."

Danny's head turned towards Sam a fraction, his shoulders loosening almost imperceptibly. Sam moved his hand down from Danny's shoulder to his chest, resting it over his beating heart. The bare skin, still undressed in the early morning, was clammy and slightly sweaty, as if Danny was quietly anxious about more than Sam simply being cranky with him the day before.

"'M not mad, Danya," Sam whispered into the skin on his shoulder, the old nickname stirring a noticeable attention that his other words might not have reached.

"Sure you are, you're mad at me right now."

His voice was quiet; not gentle or even upset, but resigned. It broke Sam's heart that he had somehow given the impression that he was angry at Danny, and that he had causes him this much grief. His earlier questions reflected onto himself: what had he done to break what they had slowly been building?

"Danny, listen to me: I was NOT angry at you yesterday. I was in a bad mood, but you didn't cause it. You're my best friend, and I love you, I never intended to hurt you so bad, didn't even know I was hurting you at all."

"You promise me," Danny asked, his need for a final answer clear, "You promise me that you're not mad?"

He was pulled all the way onto the bed by Sam's skinny arms grabbing at him. He huffed and complied, worming under the covers so that he could cuddle up with Sam like he apparently wanted.

Sam layed a hand on his bicep and looked him in the eyes. "I'm so, so sorry I was in a bitchy mood yesterday, and if I took it out on you without realizing it. But, you absolutely weren't the cause," he said softly. "I don't know what it was that got me so pissed off, but it wasn't you. I was actually really looking forward to going to bed..." he trailed off, the unstated 'with you' self evident.

"Oh... I- oh," Danny whispered, relief and shame at jumping to conclusions without asking Sam coursing through him. "So I didn't need to sleep on the couch?"

"No, no," Sam shook his head, imploring Danny to fully believe him. "You didn't do a single thing wrong, it was me who should have told you what was going on with me, and I should have seen that you were upset, too."

"Yeah, maybe you should've, but I'm sorry, too. I should have just asked. I really don't know why I didn't, honestly," he chuckled, "you'd think that, by now, we'd be experts in communication."

"Nah, we're mind readers!"

They both laughed, grinning at each other a little easier now. Danny wrapped his arms around Sam while he giggled and squirmed against him, cracking up at his own comment.

"I didn't realize you forgot your pajamas," Danny said, squeezing Sam's bare thigh in between his thicker, sweatpants covered ones. A hand lightly swatted at Sam's ass, feeling the extent of his "forgotten pajamas" that was pressed up against Danny.

"I was waiting for you. I don't need clothes to keep me warm when I have you."

"Well, I guess I could keep you warm. But what about when you're actually mad at me, for reals?"

Sam made a decision, not ready to let this confusion happen again - he much preferred Danny teasing him while they cuddled.

"From now on, I don't care how mad we actually are at each other, we still sleep in the same bed. I think waking up in the morning to your face right next to me would alleviate most anger, anyways. Don't go to the couch again."

"I won't." Danny sniffed, tilted his head back on the pillow a little to look Sam in his dark eyes. "What about when we aren't mad at each other?"

Sam looked contemplative. After a minute he turned his gaze away from the corner of the room back to Danny, catching his eyes. "We sleep in the same bed."

He sounded confident, but the slight twitch of his left brow was a signal Sam knew Danny knew meant that he was going out on a limb. Sam was suggesting a crossing of lines they had never verbally, and rarely ever consciously, dared to acknowledge. Danny closed his eyes and nodded, resting his forehead against Sam's, feeling the soft breaths that escaped his lips brushing against his own.

The transaction was done, the arrangement agreed upon. Namely: they were now going to be sleeping together - and they both knew that meant literally and also literally - on a regular basis. It was nice to finally acknowledge what they'd both been silently contemplating and tentatively testing out; relieving, even, to have a rule to ground it. They were friends, best friends, during the day, and they would enjoy each other's company immensely. And when nighttime came, they would get in bed together and enjoy each other there, too, in a newer way.

"This could have been arranged a long time ago."

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "but where's the fun in good partner communication? I don't know about you, but I like going to bed angsty and separate from you much better."

The laughter died down and they remained cuddled up, pressed tight against each other, everything forgiven. Danny worked his knuckles up and down Sam's narrow back, working into wiry muscles and bumpy knobs of bone. He circled around the sharp point of a shoulder blade, then the other, feeling out every nuance of Sam's body as if he was trying to learn it as well as his.

Sam ran his hand up Danny's own back, feeling the larger muscle mass subtly shift on his frame - a frame that was probably half a foot wider than Sam's. It covered him, shielded him from anything beyond their world and let him rest his own body on it.

"I seriously have no idea how you fit on that couch. Is your back really okay?"

Danny sighed, confessed, "My right side does kind of hurt, and my shoulders are pretty tense. I had to sleep on my side all hunched up so that I wouldn't fall off the second I relaxed."

"You're such an idiot," Sam murmered, giving the aformented areas a firm rub with his warm hands.

Danny worked his other arm the rest of the way under Sam's torso, grabbing at the small of his back not to pull him close - they were as snug against each other as they could be - but to assure himself, and Sam, that he wasn't going to give up possession of him, ever. He pressed a kiss to Sam's temple, then slowly dragged his lips down to Sam's lips. It was a soft, damp kiss, their first when completely lucid.

Sam broke away with a smile, giving Danny a final kiss before turning his face down, tucking it under Danny's chin. Their pulses slowed and matched as the sun rose, wrapped up in their first of many beds they would truly, actually share.

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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So Into You: Chapter 2

A/N: Here we go for chapter 2! This one part is a little early, but works with the rest of the story and how it follows. Let me know if you’d like to included in the tag list!

Warnings: light sexual themes

Word Count: 2,457 [snapped!]

Tag Squad: @crushed-pink-petals || @honeychicana || @maddiestundentwritergaines || @themyscxiras || @dc41896 || @areubeingserved || @swirlevans || @4ftwonder || @bugngiz || @mangos4u

________ Roxie’s POV Shooting days. I never got the hang of these, even though I’ve been doing it for years, it still feels surreal. Day in and day out of constant shootings, re-shoots and 15 min naps. Life as an actor never gets old.

When we completed the ceremony scene for the movie, Married at First Sight, I had to take in the sight of me in a wedding dress. I felt like royalty, a queen even. The ivory lace against my rich mocha skin, shined with an ethereal glow. It made me put ideas into perspective about wanting to get married.

It was a flashback scene that only lasted for 10-15 minutes. It was hard to put on, but it is so nice to admire each time.

“Man, if only this was real.” I murmured to myself, thinking I was the only one in the room, but I wasn’t alone.

“Gorgeous as always. Someday it will be real, whomever the lucky guy is. He’ll be gaining a true diamond.” Chris spoke softly, holding my shoulders gently as he held my gaze in the mirror.

“Whomever I marry will be gaining you as a friend too. You ain't going anywhere Evans.”

I hope if I have the courage, I’ll express how I feel about him. It’s beginning to get harder than ever and I don’t know if I can just be his friend at this point and time.

Chris’ POV

She looked amazing. Not just amazing but nothing short of a goddess. The more I think about how much I love her, like really legit love my best friend but I can’t seem to shake this feeling.

I was in deep thought. ‘If only this was real.’

“You ain’t going anywhere either Alexander. I’ll make sure of that.” Sharing an empathetic smile with her, we both knew that we’d probably be with people who wouldn’t truly love us, as we did with each other.

“Alright Alexander, let’s go. We gotta get ready for our next scene. The dreaded argument scene of a married couple.”

“Lord help us with whomever we marry, because we’ll have all the practice in the world.” She remarks behind the changing curtain. Once she was done, we headed back to set did the next scene.

I nodded in agreement, walking side by side with her as our arms were linked. “We’ll be too good on practice for it, holding our own. Standing our ground.”

“You already have good practice now. Seeing as though, by what you tell me, you and Delilah argue like starving hyenas.”

She had a point there. Delilah and I have not seen eye to eye lately, and it’s been taking a toll on me. Physically and mentally, even more so spiritually. If that takes into account.

“Arguing with her is like a never ending battle.”

“Much worse than fighting Thanos?”

The chuckle that escaped my lips, and the full on clenching of my stomach, proved I haven't laughed this hard in a while.

“Much worse than fighting Thanos.” Times like this were what I had dreamed of. Just me and my best friend, enjoying the day.

As the scene went on for the fight, which took everything in me to not cry, I never wanted to even think about a relationship fight with her to come to surface. It shook me to my very core, to even think that something that momentous could ever happen.

Upon taking a break with the cast and crew, I heard a high pitched tone call out my name.

“Christopher. Hi baby.” Delilah kisses my cheek and sat on my lap, as I glanced over at Roxie who was glaring daggers in back of Delilah’s head. This wasn’t going to be good.

Roxie murmured slightly, just loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. “Delilah.”

“Ronnie.” She rolled her eyes, as I peeped how hard Roxie sucked her teeth. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan.

The way she looked at Delilah, could put the fear in anyone.

“It’s Roxanne to you. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I’m here for my man. What’s it to ya?” The way she smacked her gum was irritating. She was controlling in certain situations that I had no control over at all; she demanded I’d call her a lot and just be all in my business.

“This is a closed set. Why are you here?”

“I’ve been here and there. Buying commercial properties and flipping them. I get around you know.” She flipped her hair, which hit me in the face. As I rubbed my eyes, I heard what Roxie muttered and busted into hysterics.

“I bet you do.” Roxie smirked, while heading back to the set to go over the scene again.

“Chris get her. She’s demeaning me!”

“No can do Lilah. Sorry, but you have to go home babe.” Placing a gentle kiss upon her head, she groaned in annoyance.

The was a questioning tone in her voice. “Fine. I’ll see you at home then?”

“Actually I was gonna spend the night at Roxie’s, cause the Endgame premier is tomorrow. It’s tradition for premiers, sweetie. You should know that by now.” I knew she didn’t want to hear it by the way she walked away from me.

I knew I wasn’t going anywhere with arguing with her. Every other night we’re arguing, even though I put her first most of the time. It’s like pulling a wisdom tooth with her, it hurts but it’s gotta get done.

“Delilah!” I sighed calling after her, not wanting to add more stress to my day.“Let’s get this show on the road people!”

Roxie’s POV

Within the next hour or so, rehearsals went on without a hitch or interruptions. The look on Chris’ face, from Delilah’s rude introduction, meant he really needed a break asap.

The drive back to my house was quiet and pleasant. With Chris asleep in the passenger seat, I had time to think about what all went down in the break room. Delilah really needed to step off and learn her boundaries, which she still didn’t grasp. Granted I am only his best friend and nothing more, yet I feel like we’re drifting apart every second of the day.

Pulling into the driveway, I tapped his shoulder gently, shaking him slightly. “Chris. Hon wake up, we’re home.”

“Hmm? Oh cool, I’m gonna shower first and head to bed. I’m exhausted and we have a bit day tomorrow.” He mumbles in the deepest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard.

His tone sounded like a warm blanket on a rainy day, wrapped around me in a tight embrace. Telling me to not worry about anything else, just to focus on him and no one else. I snapped out of my daze and headed inside.

“A-Alright, um do you want to take the guest room or share with me?” I asked, grabbing him a bathing and face towel.

“I’ll take the guest room this time. I got a headache and I don’t want to bother you with it. I’ll catch you in the morning for our ritual.” Placing a gentle kiss on my head, I sighed gently taking in the moment as I watched him walk down the hall.

“See ya bud.” Heading to my own bathroom, I focused more and more on his voice.

in the shower, I closed my eyes and let my fingers do the work on my body and just take over. The orgasms came rushing as I gently called out his name, hoping he didn’t hear me at all. Getting dressed for bed, I had a silk nightie with matching shorts, I was ready for bed. Next thing I noticed, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, twiddling his thumbs in thought.

“Chris? Is everything ok?” I asked cautiously, standing by my dresser to lather my cocoa butter lotion on me. He looked like he was about to burst, but his breathing was normal.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming.” He mumbled into his hands, then looked at me.

I was hoping he didn’t hear me, I was clearly wrong. My breath caught in my throat, and he noticed. “Dreaming about what?”

“I heard you moaning my name in the shower. I had finished before you, and was going to ask you where you moved the blankets. Until I heard you say my name and it uh did something.” I felt his breath on the back of my neck, as I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. The closer he got i felt the heat radiate off his body and onto my back.

I faced him this time, my body ran cold. “Chris I didn’t mean to. I-I shouldn’t have been dreaming about you while I was taking a shower. Not that I haven’t thought of you before but- shit ok imma shut up.”

I was more embarrassed than I thought I was and needed to hide. I tried to head to bed, but Chris had blocked my path by grasping my arms and pulling me closer to him. I must be the one dreaming this time cause he’s never been this close in an intimate setting.

“What if I told you I have had, the same dreams about you too?”

“Chris you can’t. You’re dating Delilah, I’m off and on with Carter. We can’t, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship because it will.” Part of me wanted to so damn bad. His lips looks so inviting it was uncanny, to not think about him.

“I understand. But is that what you really want? Cause I know what I want.” He lifted my chin gently looking into my rich brown eyes with his elegant blue one's.

“You do know Delilah and I are on and off too right? She doesn’t know that I’ve seen her with other dudes before.”

“Chris why am I just now hearing about this? You have to dump her. Are you even in love with her?”

I asked without missing a beat, caressing his face softly. I saw the eyes of a man who was hurting emotionally but couldn’t let the cause of his pain go.

“Publicity. Her agent is in dire need of her image to be grand, so our agents met and it all went down from there. I haven’t been in love with her for the last year, the first year yeah but after that when she did you wrong at your birthday party. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I’m just in it for her sake. So to answer you question, no I’m not in love with her.” The further he explained, the more I understood. But I will be keeping my eye out for safety reasons, gotta guard my heart.

“Then let me ask you another question.”

“Go for it.” He rested his heart on mine, as we swayed from side to side. My hands locked around his neck, taking in the surroundings around us.

“What I want is you. It’s always been you, I just hid them too well from you I guess. What do you want, Mr. Evans?” He lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist, as he sat on my bed. I held his face again and sighed.

“You. I want you, it’s always been you. But how are we doing to tell Carter and Delilah?” His lips grazed against mine, causing my heartbeat to rise.“How about we do a double date of sorts, day after the premier?” I bit my bottom lip, holding him against me as I traced the contours of his biceps, looking at the man I’ve been crushing on for years. I have to be dreaming because all of this is too good to be real.

“Sounds like a plan. Now tell me again what you said earlier.” He pulled me closer to his body so I could feel what I was doing to him. The action alone caused me to groan out loud, and it made him bite his lower lip.

“I said I want you. It’s..” I placed a kiss on his lips, “always..” and another “been..” and one more. “You.”

He was blushing like a school boy. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.”

“It’s not a dream Chris, this is very much real. But we need to take it slow. I don’t want to rush into this.” Rubbing my thumbs against his cheek, he bumped his nose with mine.

“You and me, thick as thieves since we’ve been 3.”

“You mad corny.” I chucked airily. “But I like it. Now kiss me.”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” He slammed his lips against mine, showing me all the love he’s been hiding for years on end into one searing kiss. The best kiss I’ve ever had in years. I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip, granting him his wish of gliding it against mine.

Lacing my fingers in his hair, I gripped on tight. I wanted him closer but kissing him was what we needed to start off with. His hands gripped my ass tight, causing a moan to escape from both of us, seeing as though I had moved my hips against him in reflex.

The feeling of his hands under my silk tank top, on my skin, made everything headed. My body was overheating; Chris moaned like a starving man in the Sahara desert, against my lips as I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He was gripping my hips, as I rolled them in tandem with the kiss. The teasing roll of my body on him, increased his breathing and his grip on my back this time around.

I couldn’t help but hold his face in my hands, the feel of his beard in my hands, made my fantasy come alive. I’d hate to have him shave it cause I have yet to feel it on my thighs. Lord I needed this desperately, I could tell he needed this too. We both craved something better than what we had, and we got it.

We broke the kiss and just stared into each other’s eyes, catching our breaths. “Damn.” All I could do was think about is this was going to transpire for us both.

Moving to a more comfortable position, I rested my head on his chest and drift to sleep, to the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as we laid in my bed under the heavy royal blue duvet. His arms were wrapped around me securely. I could get used to this, but only time will tell.

We both know that this was going to be an interesting journey and we were here for it.

Prologue || MTC || Chapter 1

#chris evans x roxie alexander #chris x roxie #Roxanne Alexander #Chris Evans #So Into You #so into you chapter 2 #chris evans x oc #chris evans fanfiction

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tottwritesfanfic · 4 years

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Fanfic Authors Tag Game

Thankee for tagging @moramewhq

AO3 name(s): Tottwriter, [REDACTED] Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Digimon (a little lapsed, but I still tinker with my WIPs!), sliiiightly BNHA, and I have a TUA wip which I will someday resume. I try not to venture into new fandoms but, you know...I fail. Number of fics: I have 56 posted works, but also, uh... a few which I haven’t gotten to posting yet.

1. Fic I spent the most time on:

Um. Oh jeez. I mean, I guess nothing has overtaken Hope’s Fire just yet, because that’s the monster. Hopefully nothing else will? XD

2. Fic I spent the least time on:

Well this is genuinely a toss-up, because I have a few which I wrote for 20 minute prompt game fills, and then hardly even bothered to edit before they were thrown up on Ao3 without a backward glance.

Annoyingly, some of them are among my most popular works.

3. Longest fic:

Hope’s Fire! As I said, it’s the monster, currently clocking in at ~144k. My longest completed fic is The Ocean’s Curse though, which is 62.4k!

4. Shortest fic:

Okay so my shortest fic is actually a bit of weird experimental stuff I wrote for Starbound, which you will note I did not list in the fandoms above, lol. It’s old and weird and 351 words long... I don’t think anyone wants to read it. You don’t want to read it.

5. Most hits:

Hope’s Fire! It’s not really surprising tbh, given how long ago I started it and how many chapters it has.

6. Most kudos:

Hope’s Fire wins this one too! I bet you’re all really shocked to learn this.

7. Most comment threads:

...imma give you lot one guess.

8. Favorite fic I wrote:

fuck. Er. I dunno? I mean I write because I like writing them, you know? But honestly if I have to narrow it down... Parallel for the ‘serious’ fics, and either Press Play or (Not) Moving On for my more lighthearted stuff. It’s hard to pick when I swing between such tone extremes!

9. Fic you want to re-write:

I mean this is probably gonna sound really dumb but...kinda also Hope’s Fire??

Hear me out tho, because it’s complicated (and also I sorta already am). This fic started in 2015. I love it wholeheartedly, and I keep coming back to tinker and I wish life would stop throwing so much shit in my way and let me devote a bit more time to fic-writing so I continue it properly.

But the periodic and spaced-out returns have meant that every time I knuckle down I end up re-reading the whole fic for continuity and tone reasons. You can probably see where this is going. Each time I read my old opening I cringe. It’s just not up to the standards of my writing today and it bugs me.

If I’m being brutally honest, part of the reason I haven’t updated it in so long is that I keep getting distracted going back and tweaking/fixing old chapters rather than focusing on new ones. It’s a bad habit but one I just can’t seem to kick.

10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

You know, I’m actually gonna give two. I’ll drop them below a cut because this got long, but I know I have both Digimon and HQ peeps here and it’s sucky to be in the fandom that doesn’t get the love. I can’t promise when I’ll manage to get either of these posted (I’m trying to avoid adding more works to my Ao3 until they’re actually, you know, finished) but...they exist!

First up, we have Fun and Games at the Adventure Cafe

Yes, this is exactly what you think it is:

The notice on the door said “HELP WANTED” in large, sensible font.

The addendum “Enquire Within” sat below it, equally formal.

Scribbled underneath in scruffy handwriting was just one more addition:

‘as in we’re hiring. dw we know what we’re doing.’

The notice on the door the following morning was back to plain old:

HELP WANTED Enquire Within

…It lasted half a day or so, at least.

As Sora remarked later, it was a wonder they got any applicants at all. Then again, as Taichi remarked, it wasn’t as though a lot of places were taking on extra staff—which was something of an oddity as the summer approached.

“It’s that swanky place round the corner,” he said with disgust, peering out of the window. “Bastards are driving everyone out of business.”

“But not you guys, right!” piped up their current interviewee. “You’re doing great! Honestly, as soon as I saw the sign I knew I had to apply. I’ve always wanted to start my own ramen business, and I figure I ought to start out with a popular place like this and get some real experience in the industry, you know?”

“Er, yes. Right,” Sora remarked, looking over his application. “Well, Daisuke, I will have to warn you that as a new hire you’d be working front-of-house rather in the kitchen, but if you’re okay with that—”

“Eh, just tell him he’s hired already,” Taichi replied, turning back to face them with a grin. “Yamato could definitely use a hand in the kitchen sometimes, so taking on a future all-rounder makes total sense.”

From the look Sora shot him, it perhaps didn’t, but Daisuke was already practically leaping to his feet with a grin, exclaiming that they could totally rely on him, and he absolutely would not let them down and could start the next day if they needed him to.

Next up, for my HQ peeps, here’s a little snippet from Connection Problems, my longtime langushing halfway chatfic. I’m not sharing the chatfic stuff because formatting tumblr is hell, though.

Kenma always suspected that being a third year would turn out to be a pain, but he’d rather hoped his fears wouldn’t be realised within the first few weeks of the school year. Really, it’s bad enough that Kuro, Yaku and Kai have left, and that everyone else nominated him for the role of Captain (he’d talked them down to being Vice Captain instead, but that, apparently, was as low as they were prepared to go). He does not need Taketora constantly pestering him about—of all things—a chat group as well.

“Come on, I thought you and Kuroo were like, joined at the hip or something! Don’t try and act like you don’t miss him now he’s at university.”

He shrugs. “I have a phone. We’re keeping in touch.” Because, really. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? Why does everyone have to complicate things so much?

“Yeah, but, it’s not the same, right? Besides, what the hell! You spend all that time on your phone as it is. And even Fukunaga joined, right?”

Kenma glances over at Shouhei, who nods, grinning sheepishly. Drat.

“Still, I don’t have that chat app you all use,” he says. “It’s too much trouble setting it up, when I can message Kuro just fine.”

That should have been the end of it. Any rational person would have seen that it was no good, and left him in peace. Kuro would have, certainly. Not pushing—never pushing, actually. Just nudging him along a little, and even then, only when it comes to volleyball. He’s learnt all of Kenma’s limits over the years.

But the thing is, Kuro isn’t there any more. It’s just himself, Taketora and Shouhei, and okay, Shouhei never pushes—he hardly ever says anything, for that matter. But Taketora is clearly some sort of demon and he, Kenma, is being punished. Maybe he really pissed someone off in a previous life. Maybe this is a penance so he can piss someone off in his next life with a free pass. Either way, the badgering doesn’t let up.

Kenma holds out until the 27th of May. Seven weeks of hassling is more than enough for anyone.

Aaaand for tagging how about: @ahiddenpath, @humandisasterbuckybarnes, @mooifyourecows

#tag memes #fanfiction stuff #Hope's Fire #once again the author gets waaay too carried away #also if you wanna know my other ao3 you should probably DM me and also be over 18 #because *coughs*

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21 questions tag

Tagged by @ph0ebevix and @poeticallyspaghetti , yall are lovely, sorry i got to this so late hehe

Name: Kate

Nickname: don't have one 🤷🏻‍♀️

Gender: imma girl

Star sign: Libraaaaa

Height: 5′1″/156 cm

Favorite Artists: o um, i gotta think for this one. I like bands, mostly like Rare Americans, Hippo Campus, the 1975, THE JONAS BROTHERS, and The Neighborhood. But I really like pop as well lol. And we all know my real favs are Stray Kids (....& Day6, N.Flying, Pentagon, Seventeen etc....)

Song stuck in my head: Double Knot, Stray Kids. Literally just woke up 15 minutes ago and began humming it hehe

Last movie I saw: A Lesson Before Dying

Last thing I googled: “5′1″ in cm” ahahahah, I’m American

Other blogs: @luvyab i dont use it so its just for non kpop stuff i think

Reason for my url: Seungmin & Seokmin>>>>Minnie; Wooseok, & Jungwoo>>>>Woo. And the s is cause its like, multiple people. Those are just some of my biases so... Idk, i thought it sounded cute and it can represent tons of idols but those are just a few of my favorites (its mainly for seungminnie and woojinnie tho)

Following: ummm im following 132 peeps

Average sleep: pfff idek, sometimes it’s like 3 hours and sometimes its 6 hours. Weekends im able to sleep fine tho

Lucky number: hmm, 7 or 8. Maybe it’s 11, that’s my jersey number for lacrosse

Currently wearing: Lacrosse sweatpants and a tourist shirt from Colorado haha, pajamas

Dream job: yikes, idk :( um, ill pass on this one

Dream trip: ahhhh, I r e a l l y wanna tour Asia. Like spend a good bit of time in each country and stay there for a few months?? sounds like a DREAM

Favorite food: S U S H I

Instruments: I used to play piano

Favorite songs: um, Good Bam by N.flying, Sweet Chaos by Day6, Mixtape 5 shot up there tho. And Brittle Bones Nicky by Rare Americans (good song) and Sweater Weather by the Nighborhood.

And I’ll just tag anyone else who wants to do this lol

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aliaherzegovina · 5 years

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Pandora Box

A 6 months old of an emotional heartbreaking roller coaster ride has come to an end (Alhamdulillah) Why do I put this in writing? I wanted to look back at it on how love can make you blind. I've been reserving the first one so that it will be the ONLY and LAST one. Screw you for tarnishing that spot!

At first, I was a tad bit sad but eventually grew tired of it because why should I be sad about it tho?! You have to lift up yourself and grow stronger! So what happened? Where did it go wrong?

1. COMPREHENSION

People usually say, “Communication is the Key!”, but lil did I know that, even if you communicated with each other, without comprehension, it will still go down the drain.

Don’t go saying, ‘I have explained it so many times, yet you still don’t wanna listen and it’s you that dont understand it’. HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

Do you ever ask yourself again, in a CLEAR STATE OF MIND not clouded with any emotional or feelings as in why your partner doesnt wanna accept your reasoning? Have you ever put yourself in her/his shoes before blurting out those hurtful words?

THINK AGAIN

2. SELF-HEALING

If you needed to heal yourself whilst in a relationship, it is TOTALLY DOABLE! Remember, while your are healing/adjusting/tuning yourself, don’t forget your partner, don’t push her/him away, you can always explain it to them as in why you needed it and treat them as you always do. A normal text or a phone call wont do you any harm.

Somehow, when you're together, you've become emotionally dependent on each other. Even the tiniest changes in you will questioned her/him 'is it me? Is it my fault?'

Fret not! It's normal. That's why yall need to know how assurance and reassurance works.

P/S: It is never your responsibility to heal someone when they never had the intention to heal themselves!

3. ASSURANCE & REASSURANCE

Moving on to this one, which I think its kinda crucial, because this is what holds yall together despite whatever hardships that you guys went through.

If your partner is having a tiny inch of insecurities due to YOUR actions, kindly reassure them that everything’s gonna be just fine (but dont repeat the same masalah lah k) and it’s just us overthinking! KAH i know women tend to overthink haha because I do. LOL

So peeps! This might come in handy too!

4. BOUNDARIES

Lad and Lassies, when you are in a relationship, kindly draw a CLEAR boundaries between your opposite gender friends ya. ESPECIALLY YOUR EXES! You don’t simply hangout with your ex stating that he/she is JUST A FRIEND *rolls eyes*

Its either one of these; They are still in love or they never were.

But hey! Its 2020! Of course yall have to chill to whoever the frog your partner wants to hangout with. If he/she wanted to hangout with their ex, let them, you go tag along.

Even if you wanted to hangout just the two of you, please dont make any STUPID reasoning as to why it is legit for you to do so.

‘Just Friend’ is not a ticket for you to go reminiscing your good ol’ times with them. Deep down, don’t you feel guilty to your partner? Frog this shit. This contributes to your partner having doubts and insecurities on you!

5. TRUST

Peeps, trust is something that you should earn, not ask for. Its very stupid when YOU are the one feeding the doubts and insecurities YET you tell your partner to just TRUST you. Thats ballsy of you.

So, along the way, tolerance, give and take (this is for me lah katanya) are necessary, IF they comply all of the above. You can even tone down your ego (also directed to me 🙄) if its for ‘kebahagian sejagat’ LOL. Its the effort lah, if along the way you realized something is OFF, ask again, berbaloi ke ni?

Arguing and fighting is normal, if you wanna fight, fight harder, that's what make both of you stronger and get to know each other more. Yes you have diff stands, but understanding and comprehension is muy importante!

If he/she keeps on doing the things that you don't like which you've CLEARLY stated that you are no where near comfy about it, THINK AGAIN, is it worth it? Clearly he/she is not respecting you if he/she repeats it again! kan! Why bother? At one point, I even questioned my moves, and somehow it appears that he’s gaslighting me (sort of), so its a no no!

I’m letting go of this pain, in a way so that it will not engulf me any further. You shouldn’t questioned your worth, the minutes you question it, its a sign to get moving. So, imma put this troubled feelings in a box and throw it out, be happy and get going.

Thank You, Next!

xoxo Alia

P/S: shout out to my tremendous support system. Thank you for pulling me out! You know who you are ;) <3

#breakup #relationship #comprehension #trust #tolerate #pandora #boundaries #love #partner #assurance

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