#ive got 2 more prompt requests so feel free to send more!

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Because this fandom needs more Blossom/Princess: "I saw that. You just checked out my ass". Thanks! 💚💖💙

It’s funny, every time I do a prompt game there’s always a few people who gravitate towards the same prompts, and they’re usually the ones you absolutely KNOW buttercup would HATE. Anyway, I combined these two together! I hope no one minds! It’s more princess x blossom, but you don’t see the pairing very often, and I needed the boys more for the gag 😉  (i did all three pairing btws)

This is actually the first time I’ve written Brickercup! I haven’t found their voice yet as a couple, but I feel like these two together would probably be too powerful lmao. I need more practice with them! Anyway this one was really fun to write!! thanks for the prompt!

Summary: Blossom keeps her crush on a former villain discrete until things start to fall apart at her sisters track meet, and she’s caught checking out her ass.

a/n: For those who don’t know, the term “heat” is akin to “race” where track and field is concerned, at least, that’s the most simplified explanation tbh! 

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"I dunno. I don't regret not adding him to my roster. His postseason last year was horrible. I thought I had it all figured out, though, right?" Buttercup droned on, "But then, boom, all the sudden, he's hot! He's scoring like no other! And like, I know I'll be fine, but now I look like the guy with the foot in his mouth, you know what I'm saying?" 

Blossom hummed noncommittally. She couldn't even say she was half listening to her sister; she was wholly preoccupied. Only a few meager feet away was Princess, who had spread out her things to stretch for her next heat of the day. 

"Blossom? Hey!" A hand waved in front of her face, bringing her attention back into focus. 

She looked up at her sister, "Huh? What?"

"You're not listening to a thing I'm saying, are you?" Buttercup huffed.

"I am," Blossom argued back, shaking her head.

"What was I talking about then?" Buttercup deadpanned, placing her hands on her hips and quirking an eyebrow. 

"Your fantasy… sports stuff," Blossom tried, blowing her hair off her forehead, "oh come on, BC, you know I don't care." 

"Would it kill you to at least pretend," Buttercup sniffed, bending over to do toe touches, "I listen to your nerd stuff!"

Blossom rolled her eyes, "name one time you've actually listened to my nerd stuff." 

"Yesterday!" 

"Oh!" Blossom mocked in surprise, "And what exactly was that conversation about?" 

A prolonged pause gave Blossom the chance to sneak another peak at Princess. It was hot out today on the track, and Princess had put her fiery curls up in a high ponytail. Sweat matted the frizz framing her face, but the rest of Princess's curls cascaded down her back and bounced about with every new stretch she attempted, and it was mesmerizing to watch. In fact, it was almost enough to distract Blossom from Princess's shorts that were seemingly painted onto her body.

"Ah, shut up!" Buttercup eventually waved her off, standing back up before lowering into a knee bend, "I'm in the midst of a crisis here, and you've been distracted this whole time! Like, hello? Earth to Blossom, aren't you supposed to be keeping me company? What are you even looking—"

"A crisis?" She snorted before Buttercup could turn around to search, "A bit of a stretch, don't'cha think?" 

That snapped Buttercup's attention back to her, and she evenly met her sister's incredulous stare. 

"A stretch!" Buttercup cried, "Now I know you're not listening to me! Like I know I'll be fine—" she seemed to be repeating this more for her own sake than Blossom's, "—but if I'm not, then my whole season's shot!" 

"Really? This is the penny league, right?" Blossom asked, attention already straying, but Buttercup paid her no mind as she again started to mindlessly word vomit, switching to yet another leg stretch.

Vaguely, Blossom wondered when the Super-Division ("super" as in superpowered) would begin and Buttercup—her convenient cover-up—would be called to the start line. Blossom wouldn't mind sitting here a bit longer, keeping Buttercup company and Princess in her line of vision. It was incredibly embarrassing to admit out loud, but Blossom didn't come to Buttercup's track meets for Buttercup alone. In fact, before discovering that Princess was often at these events, Blossom had never bothered to show up. 

She loved her sister; that was quite obvious, but her idea of "good time" wasn't sacrificing a Saturday to watch a bunch of kids run around in circles under a sun hot enough to make the rubber track steam. The only reason she had initially shown up to one of these track meets was to deliver the water jug Buttercup had forgotten at home because the Professor had been out of town and, therefore, unable to attend and do it himself. 

At the time, she had been unaware that the all-girl private prep school Princess went to was in attendance for these meets. She was also unaware that Princess was on the track team. How such details just seemingly slipped Buttercup's mind astounded Blossom. However, Buttercup's opinion of Princess wasn't much higher than her opinion of the Amoeba Boys, so she supposed she had no right to be surprised. Still, the former villain's presence had given her some pause for concern, and she had lingered at the meet, scrutinizing her former enemy.

Buttercup had shrugged off her concerns at the end of the meet. Apparently, Buttercup and Princess still bickered like no other, but it had become such a normal thing that her sister hardly considered it worth talking about.

"Besides, Bloss," Buttercup had pointed out, "it's kind of like the boys, right? She did her time—" then her sister laughed, "—and she ripped Butch a new one a few meets back, so I'd say she's, well, not cool, but eh, more bearable? I like her best yelling at Butch, let's just keep it at that." 

Blossom had conceded to Buttercup's points, they had been fair, but that didn't stop her from showing up to the next track meet as a precaution. And the next one, and the one after that, until somewhere along the line, Blossom could no longer deny that her attendance had become less of a "red alert: former enemy in the area!" and more a "red alert: she's wearing the tight pink track shorts again!" 

It was a stupid crush. A very embarrassing one, in fact. But it was there, and no one knew, so what harm would it cause, indulging in it every once in a while? To everyone else, it seemed she was only there to keep her father company and support her sister, and Blossom planned on keeping it that way. 

Even Princess hardly batted an eye at her. At most, she and Princess exchanged the occasional curt nod, symbolizing what Blossom hoped was a mutual respect for what their relationship once was and what it meant now. 

Now, Blossom relaxed back on the bleachers, turning around briefly to wave at the Professor, who lingered by the concession stand, trying his hardest to impress some PTA mom he had been eyeing. If Blossom had not been artificially created, she would have thought the two of them were cut from the same cloth based on their dismal flirting skills alone. 

Despite herself, she smiled at the thought as her eyes landed back on Princess. She took her time tracing the shape of her, gaze falling to her bottom. It was just as thrilling seeing her wearing those pink shorts as it had been the first time around. Blossom didn't think Princess wore them for her, but pink was her lucky color, and she couldn't help but overanalyze it. 

Internally, she cringed at her own behavior, remembering the little girl she had once fought with almost daily. That is until Morbucks Inc. fell into bankruptcy, and Princess's family could no longer afford to entertain her every whimsy without sacrificing the family mega yacht. Princess had been a brat in the past, and Blossom knew that hadn't changed, but there had been a time, right before it had all ended, where Princess's bratty teasing and witty and intelligent remarks had sent something hot down her spine. Unfortunately, Blossom didn't think that had probably changed either.

Most people envisioned her ending up with some fairytale prince charming, but Blossom just seemed to like bratty princesses more. And the very idea of getting the opportunity to find new creative ways to shut Princess up was enough to make her cheeks burn. Regardless, she sat on the sidelines and did nothing, too embarrassed to cross the imaginary line she and Princess had created when their fighting had stopped. The sidelines were safe, though. Blossom was too pragmatic to rock the boat, so she forced herself to be content with the situation and watch the other girl from afar with an unhealthy dose of hormonal pining and, perversely, lust. 

And again, it wasn't like anyone knew! So, she let Buttercup talk as she stared at Princess's toned body, paid particular attention to her squatting and stretching, and cheered a little too much when she won her races. Buttercup's track meets were a thousand times more interesting now, and Princess's fantastic ass definitely didn't hurt Blossom's opinion.

Blossom was staring at Princess's bottom when the unthinkable happened—Princess glanced back. At first, Blossom didn't register what was happening until Princess's double take, and that was when she froze like a deer caught in the headlines. Then, dread seeped in, and she hoped beyond hope that it had been a fluke, that Princes herself—the girl she had been obsessing about; the girl she put on make-up and a well-fitting bra for to attend her sister's track meets—hadn't noticed her so brazenly checking her out. 

Princess's face was mottled with blotchy red spots obscuring the pretty line of freckles that ran across her nose as the look in her eyes morphed from surprise to pure disgust. 

"I saw that!" She screeched, her voice cutting across the small distance. She pointed at Blossom, and her heart fell to her feet as Princess sneered, "You just checked out my ass!"

Blossom choked on her tongue, squeaking out something that was supposed to be an apology but was really just a panicked sound. She could feel every inch of her skin burning from the tips of her ears to her toes. If the world could have opened up and swallowed her whole right then and there, she would have been eternally grateful.

"What's going on? Who's she yelling at?" Buttercup whispered, standing up from another round of toe-touches and looking around, but Blossom ignored her, frozen with mortification until the sound of abrupt laughter made her jump. 

"Ha!" A voice behind her on the bleachers barked, "Apparently, you didn't see shit, Prinny!"

Blossom took a tentative peak over her shoulders with wide eyes, blinking up at Butch Jojo. She had forgotten he had bounded up the bleachers not too long ago to gab with Brick as he waited for the Super-Division to be called. Why Brick came to these events, Blossom had never bothered to ask. Still, they often sat together when their respective sibling wasn't around to keep them company. However, Blossom had begun to notice how Brick gravitated toward her even when Buttercup was present. 

"I saw you!" Princess sputtered, "I could feel it! You were just gawking! I literally made eye contact with you!"

"No, seriously," Buttercup looked between Princess and Butch, "what did I miss?" 

Blossom still couldn't answer her as a wave of euphoric relief crashed over her like a tidal wave. She had to stop herself from falling over from the feeling, and placed a steadying hand on the bleachers to do so. Princess was blaming Butch. It was like a miracle.

Butch laughed again, wrinkling his nose as he began stomping back down the stairs, "Don't fucking flatter yourself, Princess. I wasn't checking your ass out—" He hopped off the bleachers and shot a cheeky smile at Buttercup as he made his way towards the track coaches, "—I was checking out Butter's. Nice form, by the way. Maybe next time we can help each other stretch out." 

Buttercup blinked, seemingly taken back by the events unfolding around her, until something clicked into place, and she realized that stretching ass-up to the bleachers hadn't been the most brilliant move. Blossom, sympathetically, watched her sister's face bloom with color.

"No," Her sister mainly said to herself, shaking her head like she was trying to convince herself what was happening wasn't happening, "no, no."

"Oh, don't worry, Butters, I'll return the favor. I mean, you're always behind me anyway—" he gestured to the track, "—might as well enjoy the view, right?"

"Mm-mm," Buttercup shook her head again, pressing her mouth into a thin line, "nope."   

"It was you then, wasn't it!" Princess yelled again, pointing right at her. Her panic flared back up until she was (again) saved by someone behind her.

"I was also checking out Buttercup's ass," Brick drawled, standing up and making his way down the bleachers. He was more subdued than his brother. There was no obnoxious laughter or on-the-nose flirting, but Brick's eyes slowly traveled up Buttercup's form before he fixed her sister with a sly wink. Buttercup's eyes widened into saucer plates, and the flush on her face rushed down her neck as a small mortified squeak left her mouth. Her reaction pulled a lazy grin across Brick's face. 

Blossom couldn't save Buttercup. Actually, she didn't want to. The more flustered Buttercup became, the easier it was for Blossom to breathe. Every second that ticked by was another second her secret stayed safe, secure, and her own, and she didn't want to change that by drawing attention to herself. She sent a silent vow to Buttercup that she'd repay her in another way. 

"U-um," Buttercup sputtered, and Brick raised an amused eyebrow, urging her on. Thankfully for Buttercup, that was when the Super-Division was called, and her sister shot off without so much as a goodbye. 

"Argh!" Princess huffed, stomping away, "well, whoever you are—" She yelled up at the sky, "—stop staring at my ass!" 

Blossom sagged with relief, the tension wholly dissipating from her body. She was safe, in the clear, okay to continue—

Someone swatted her ponytail, and the seat next to her was taken. She looked to her left and found herself face to face with Brick, his grin no longer charmingly lazy but curling into something wicked. 

"I saw that," He leered, and her head filled with hundreds of red, blaring alarms as the blood left her face completely. "You checked out her ass." 

"Shit," She hissed.

"Shit," He repeated with a chuckle, nodding slowly because Brick Jojo had dirt on her, and they both knew it. 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

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” @queenbeean​with 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​

[muwur]

haikyuu x otome: masterlist |  prologue

» synopsis:  a haikyuu x reader au where you, the player, are bound for university in a metropolis several hours away from home. hope and excitement are replaced with dread as you come to realize that juggling life as a student and a part-time employee takes a toll. from demanding classes to a ruthless manager, life just can’t seem to give you a break. that is, until you meet a certain someone who reminds you how to live and follow your dreams. somehow, when you’re with them, time stands still. maybe things are finally starting to look up. if only you could stay in those moments for just a little longer. 

» disclaimer: i do not own haikyuu or any of the pixels in this post (i simply made collages out of them)

edit: it’s been brought to my attention that another HQ writer may have written something similar to this idea in the past and I was unaware. Though I haven’t seen this particular type of thing written yet, I don’t mean to claim this event idea as my own bc I feel a lot of events that ppl put up may have some overlapping themes n such (tho this idea would def be more specific and be cause for concern of plagiarism) and bc I would never want to steal ideas/not ask other writers first/not credit other writers (that’s not cool fam). If you have any issues with this event, pls bring them up w me, and if you know any other writers who’ve done smth similar, pls share w me their URLs! thank u for ur understanding :) I hope u can still enjoy haikyuu x otome :’)

» how to play:

I. you can refer here for the general rules of my blog. also, for this event (and it’ll say in the descriptions below), i’m only accepting one character per request. also the word count limits i wrote here may change as im getting started on actually writing requests lol

II. essentially a collection of x reader one-shots, drabbles, and smaus in which you are a busy college student whose only break seems to be spending time with friends who actually get you or the 15-minute lunch break during which you get to ignore annoying customers

III. since this is otome-inspired, i have several options you can choose from. these options are essentially types of requests:

» everyday is a new start 

» drabble about how you meet the character of your choice  

» it is not guaranteed y’all are gonna gel (get along) when you first meet,, warning: if the character is usually a bitch, i may write them as one LMAO jkjk but fr

» usually light, fluffy, and/or silly

» hmm tbh,,, idk word count,,, probs anywhere between 700-1k words (i edited this word count after writing my first thing bc HNNN)

» the only characters you can’t request this for is yamaguchi, tsukki n hinata,,, bc you meet them in the prologue AHAHA sry it’s nothing too spaicy since it’s just in the intro

» it’s all in the little things

» one-shots about normal, daily interactions with the character of your choice

» in other words, these include what can go on in a day in the life of y/n and the character of your choice (after they’ve already met). in the city, the possibilities are endless

» give me a word (or several, cuz writing is hard lmao. also legit any word, like ‘orange’ or ‘nostalgia.’ i may choose only one or do a combination from your list :3) as a prompt and ill somehow make something of it lmao

» medium relationship development + exp

» 700-1.5k words

» hmmm what should i get today?

» very short drabble with a character of your choice about various scenarios and thots i have in my head

» a complete surprise, totally random, may have no context

» may be serious, fluff, crack, etc. 

» if u choose this u basically told me ‘surprise me’

» 100-300 words, depends on my mood

» when i see your name pop up on the screen, i can’t help but smile 

» short smau with a character of your choice 

» fluff or crack, ur choice or leave that up to me (if unspecified, ill just flip a coin)

» you can either give me a word(s) as a guide or leave the topic of convo up to me

» 2-4 panels

» you’d be surprised how much can happen in a day 

» BMO has nothing to do with this, i just found a cute pixel of him

» spaicy relationship development, the scenes in which you actually make progress in the game

» one-shot with a character of your choice

» order from the following:

» macaron: when they realize they’ve fallen for you

» banana bread: when you realize you’ve fallen for them

» iced americano: when they feel a tinge of jealousy 

» hot chocolate: when they see you crying  

» matcha latte: when they have a longing to be around you

» cupcake: love confession (may be intentional or accidental)

» major relationship development + exp + sometimes confusion

» 1-2k words

» these will probs take me longer

» all good things must come to an end

»  not as angsty as those bolded words above sound,,, unless you want it to be >:)

» drabble or one-shot with a character of your choice. the final interaction before finishing the game

» you have three options: good end (fluffy, romantic & the like), bad end (angst), or crack end (surprise)

» word count will be super variable, from 300-1.5k words

IV. this forces me to write one-shots, drabbles, anything but hc’s, and also forces me to limit my word count. that said, this will take me a hot minute, y’all. word counts may change too bc i am,,, indecisive n untalented AHAHA

V. search for ‘haikyuu x otome,’ ‘haikyuu x otome special,’ ‘haikyuu x reader otome’ tags! i will tag each work under these c:

got it? have a request for me? send me an ask or submission! 

request example: ‘start new game with akaashi’ or ‘love challenge with yachi in the empty lecture hall at night’ or ‘continue story with noya. words: tired, mangoes, music’ 

feel free to ask me if ur confused about anything and have questions! thank you so much for reading <3 im excited for this heh

inspired by recent haikyuu otome teasers i keep seeing online and the fact that i dropped my summer class and am taking on personal projects (like painting my room LMAO i gotta manifest my inner buff daddee ushi to move shit in my room bc i kid u not everything is rlly heavy in here. and i also delved back into otomes on my phone,, does anyone else play midnight cinderella or mr love LOL talk 2 me)

haikyuu x otome masterlist

[princessplantasaurus]

Sponge AU Masterlist (for drabble requests and more!)

Alright so I literally just realized that I’m out here asking people for drabble prompts and vaguely mentioning my AUs but...a lot of newer sponge followers found me after the proshot and therefore weren’t around for these AUs?? So here is a masterlist of my Sponge AUs! I’m currently accepting any and all drabble prompts for any and all of these AUs and I’m also willing to answer questions or give some headcanons about them should anyone be curious! I’m also willing to do AUs of these AUs, such as, say a soulmate AU taking place in one of the AUs listed below, for example. 1. Regular Humanized Musical AU Basically exactly what it says on the tin. Based on the musical, all the characters are/appear human. Wrote quite a bit for this before, can be found here. 2. Regular Humanized Musical AU except Karen’s a robot Same as above, except while everyone else is a human, Karen appears human but is a robot. Sheldon built her originally as an assistant for his (then) new restaurant, and somewhere along the way she developed romantic feelings that she never expected him to return (but obviously, he did). Typically a little more angsty or in the hurt/comfort genre than the regular humanized musical au, often drabbles took place much before the musical, in the early days of Plankton and Karen’s relationship. Wrote quite a few of these, can be found here.

3. College AU Ah yes, the one that started it all. Basically a humanized college AU but this was the main one I wrote for. There was a fic posted on ao3 and also several drabbles. First year student Edward started at college in Bikini Bottom with his high school boyfriend as his roommate. When his roommate cheats on him during frosh week, he eventually works up the nerve to request a move. He ends up rooming with fellow first year students Bobby and Patrick, who were best friends from day one. Bobby works at an on-campus restaurant as fry cook, and eventually gets Edward a job as cashier, replacing Sheldon, the former best friend of their student manager, a fourth year student named Eugene Krabs.  Eugene and Sheldon were best friends since elementary school, and went to the same college with the plan of graduating with degrees in business and food science and opening their own restaurant together. When Sheldon stated dating Karen, however, it through a wrench in their friendship. Eugene knocking up his girlfriend and now having to worry about being a father on top of graduating and managing the restaurant has put a lot of stress on him. Meanwhile, Sandy Cheeks, a first year student, just got kicked out of the sorority she only got into since she was the daughter of an alumni. There’s so much more I could say about this AU since this AU is the most “my baby” of all of them but I’ll leave it at this. 3a. Coffee Shop AU An AU of the College AU that featured Bobby as the campus’ resident barista, who deemed himself cafe cupid as he tried to pair up both Sheldon and Karen, and Perch and Edward. Wrote a small handful of things that can be found here. 4. Battle of the Bands AU Team of Tres, 3 twenty something best friends (Bobby, Patrick and Sandy) who have been playing as a pop rock band for a few years, and are finally entering the Bikini Bottom Battle of the Bands, where the winner gets signed to a major label. They think they have it in the bag, until they realize last year’s runners up, Chum Bucket, who toured with the Electric Skates as their opening act, are back to compete again. Chum Bucket is a duo, fronted by leading man vocalist Sheldon Plankton, who considers himself a bisexual sex god rock star and likes to maintain this image, often bringing fans backstage to make out with them. Doing literally everything else for Chum Bucket is the second member, Karen, who writes, produces, and arranges all their songs, while also live mixing and DJing behind Sheldon during sets. What no one knows is Sheldon and Karen have actually been dating for close to 10 years, something they’ve been keeping secret in order for Sheldon to keep up his ‘image’ with the fan base. Feeling the need to add a little extra edge to the band, Bobby recruits Pearl, the teenage daughter of his day job’s manager, after hearing her sing one day and realizing she’s a better lead vocalist than he’d ever be. Pearl’s dad doesn’t exactly KNOW they’re doing this. And why, pray tell, is Bobby’s next door neighbor always complaining about their music? What could Edward possibly know about music, anyway? (When I was initially going to write this as a fic I kept Edward’s role in this a secret and tbh I still kinda want to unless someone requests a drabble prompt that involves his involvement.)   I did write a little bit for this au, all of which can be found here. And now onto the stuff I never got around to writing! 5. Monsters and Aliens AU This one’s gonna be vague as hell because this started as a vague pitch of “Spongebob Universal Monsters AU” that me and my friend Bella kept snowballing in DMs (specifically while I was in the stock room at the place I worked at the time one day, I remember this vividly for some reason??). So basically you got Sheldon who’s a vampire, Sandy who’s a weresquirrel, Squidward as a Phantom of the Opera type, and Patrick who’s a Frankenstien’s Monster type. They are all basically being held in a house arrest type situation, free to live in their little house on the outskirts of town but not wanted by Bikini Bottom as a society since they’ve all wreaked havoc on the town before. Spongebob is town’s local hero kid. Ever since he was young, his upbeat unbreakable positivity and unwavering stick-to-it-iveness have been utilized by the town to stop disaster, including sending him to save them from the monsters multiple times. When a race of alien robots invade and threaten to not just destroy and conquer Bikini Bottom, but the world, the town decides it’s best to send the monsters at them like a little monster army. Spongebob, worried for his monster friends,  decides to spearhead this process so that he can help them plan and train. (Karen is also involved in this AU, as one of the alien robots who “defects” to the “good side” because Plankton “sucessfully” “secudes” her, but that’s a whole separate side tangent)  6. Girl Group AU I LITERALLY FORGOT THIS EVEN EXISTED UNTIL I WAS GOING THROUGH OLD DMs AND IT CAME FLOODING BACK TO ME. Sandy, Pearl and Karen started as a group of high school friends posting videos of themselves singing on YouTube who eventually got big enough to be signed to a major label. Sandy is the lead vocalist and doesn’t really want to BE a musician anymore. Singing was fun when it was just a side hobby she did with two of her friends, but she hates the fame and doesn’t want to pursue music as a career. She’d really rather dedicate her life to science, but she doesn’t want to ruin things for Pearl and Karen Pearl is the youngest (was 15 when they started making videos as opposed to Sandy and Karen who were almost 17) and feels like she’s constantly stuck in Sandy’s shadow. Wants to prove to the world (and her dad) that she’s more than just Sandy’s back up singer. Karen writes all the songs and mostly stays out of the spotlight. Has highkey been sleeping with their manager since day one, despite Sheldon claiming he treats all of his clients equally and doesn’t play favorites. (should be noted that Karen and Sandy were 19ish by the time they were signed and Sheldon would’ve been 20 or 21 since I picture him as an intern who got to surpass his mentor by finding and signing ‘the next big thing’ so like...the Sheldon/Karen relationship is at a healthy age difference don’t get that twisted) But yeah those are the AUs!! And I may think of more!! But I’m back in Sponge mode and want to write more drabbles so feel free to send literally anything into my inbox!! It can be just a little idea of your own, and I’ll also be reblogging starter prompts a few times a week if you’d rather send something from one of those! Feel free to specify an AU! Or not and I’ll pick the one I’m feeling! But thank you very much to everyone who read this monstrosity of a post I owe you my life.

[lihikainanea]

Guys. Guys. I uh....I got carried away. I’m almost sorry except....I’m not. This took on a life of its own and I just cannot deal.

I mentioned it in my previous post but originally, this portion was planned to be all smut because I was in A MOOD. But when I started writing it, I realized that I just...I really love these two and their dynamic, so more of that ended up coming out in this round. I’m a sucker for these hooligans and how sweet they are, I can’t wait to see what happens next wait shit I’m the author what the fuck.

Anyway, I have maybe one part left in this; I want to do a morning after. That being said, if you want more BFF!Bill then by all means, send me prompts. I can’t get enough of him either. I created him and that bish still fucks me up.

You know the drill, Parts  1 + 2, Part 3, and Part 4. Originally inspired by the nani ask to @ill-skillsgard thats over there in the first parts.

But listen, hey, I want you all to be safe here, so trigger warnings: there’s a brief mention of the date rape drug being slipped into her drink. Nothing happens from it, but it’s mentioned and I want this to be a safe space for you all.

If you think I missed a trigger, please, let me know. I don’t ever want anyone to be triggered by what I write because it lacked a proper warning.

Name’s Leilani, by the way. No it ain’t my real name. Pronoun is she. I’m angry smol human but on here I’m quite friendly.

Tags: oh god people asked me to tag them and I feel way too self-indulgent doing so??

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You almost wished he’d hurry up, be just a little more rushed in his movements. Not because you wanted the whole thing over with, not because you wanted something a little rougher, but because something fast and unbalanced on the pleasure scale was a lot more familiar to you. Too many men had poked and prodded at you a little too roughly and a little too soon, and while it had always been consensual, there was nothing that was pleasurable about the jackhammer, hurried pace that dominated the majority of your experiences. Men who skipped foreplay altogether, had little to no knowledge of female anatomy, men who were so scared you’d change your mind that they went fast, came first, and left right after.

The way Bill was savouring you, though, was driving you insane. You had never quite been with a man who made your pleasure his sole focus, who seemed to be enjoying giving you pleasure as much as you were enjoying receiving it. He took his time, and nothing in his movements was tentative. Every touch, every kiss, was something you could feel. It was confident, it was sure. It was gentle and kind but definitive in letting you know that he was exactly where he wanted to be right then. Everything he did lacked hesitation of any kind. His sole focus was on you, on making sure you were enjoying what he was doing. On making sure that you were finally getting the pleasure that, in his mind, you deserved every time.

But the pace, and his undivided attention, also made you feel vulnerable in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You had been vulnerable with each other before on so many occasions, sure. You weren’t afraid to be emotional, to be raw with one another. You were the one who put Bill back on his feet after his girlfriend--the first girl he fell so, so hard for--broke his heart and left very suddenly. He had been a mess for weeks, not eating, not sleeping, spending days in bed in a catatonic state. You had set up camp at his place, coaxing him to shower, to eat a little something, to talk through it or just cry his heart out. Bill had been the one your friends called when a girl’s night out went south, after a jerk at the bar slipped something into your drink. Your friends had noticed your strange behaviour and followed you into the bathroom, where the last thing you remembered was throwing up neon orange and passing out. Your friends, they later told you, had called him in the wee hours of the morning. He left the set he was on immediately, ran through the bar and had busted the door down of the women’s bathroom to find you on the floor, bleeding from a gash in your forehead where you smacked the toilet on the way down. He wrapped you in his jacket, tucking you into his chest as he carried you out. Bill never mentioned anything, but that night he ordered Uber rides for all of your friends, tracked their routes and requested that they text him when they arrived home safely. He was the one to drive you to the hospital, propping you against him as he held his scarf to your bleeding head. You had thrown up, both in his expensive car and directly on him, but he held your hand while the doctors connected you to an IV and stroked your cheek while they stitched you up. He slept with you at the hospital that night, contorting his large frame into an uncomfortable chair and keeping a solid hold of your hand. Afterward, he had donated half of his earnings from his latest movie into the patent that was pending for a nailpolish that could detect the drug in someone’s drink.

Everything about Bill, about your friendship with him, had been about comfort. About safety. And now, it was that same comfort you felt in every kiss, every move he made against you and to you.  It was reassurance that you were safe, that he wanted you to feel good.

And you did feel good, so good. As he ground his hips into yours, kissing you until you were lightheaded while you were still trembling slightly from your earlier release, the only thing you could think of was chasing that high again but making sure he was right there with you this time.

You threaded your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly and he moaned into the kiss as he placed his forearms by your head, giving him better leverage to grind against you. You reached your other hand down between your bodies and palmed firmly at the large bulge prominent in his jeans, and his hips surged forth. He broke the kiss with a grunt, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to control his urge to drive you into the mattress. You removed the hand you had buried in his hair to lightly trace his cheek instead, down his jaw, and finally tugging his lip free from his teeth. His mouth was on yours again in an instant, the intensity matching the way his pelvis was grinding into your palm with much more urgency. Popping open the button on his jeans, you danced your fingertips along his happy trail, scratching ever so lightly with your nails. He moaned loudly against your lips, hips jutting forward again of their own volition.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “You could kill a man, you know that? Kill him de-” his sentence was cut off abruptly in favour of a drawn out moan when you reached your hand into his boxers and took a firm hold of him. He ran a hand through your hair and clenched it lightly in his fist, pulling your head back and smothering you with his lips again. He licked into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his, moving his warm lips against your own until you both were out of breath.

You whimpered when you felt him twitch under your hand, and you weren’t sure how much more you could wait.

“Bill,” you moaned against his lips, “Please, fuck, please don’t make me beg for it.”

The look in his eyes when he pulled back slightly to look at your face was enough to almost put you over the edge again.

“What did I tell you about begging, tiger?” he placed a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose, giving you a genuine smile that flashed his dimple, and you suddenly couldn't wait a second longer. Your fervour took him a little by surprise, he jumped ever so slightly as you started to yank at his pants. He helped you take them off of him, shimmying out and kicking them away as he moved to crawl back over you. He settled between your legs again, both of you moaning when he felt your wetness slide along the length of him. He ran his finger lightly down the bridge of your nose and your eyes fluttered closed.

“You feeling good, tiger?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, pleasure drunk and stupid on it. He kissed your cheek, then your earlobe, before placing his lips at your ear.

“Eyes, sweetheart.”

You turned your head, opening your eyes and bumping your nose against his. You grabbed one of his hands and laced your fingers through it.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Good,” another slow kiss, “I’m glad. Do you want to keep going?” 

“Bill please, make me come again,” you begged, and your own response would have embarrassed you if your mind hadn’t gone completely blank except for the need to feel that again.

His eyes closed, and he rested his forehead on yours, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Say that again.”

You only whimpered, tilting your pelvis up to rub your wetness against him. A firm hand stopped you.

“I won’t make you beg, sweetheart, but fuck say that again. Please,” he pleaded.

You indulged him, moving a hand to claw desperately at his back, drag down his spine and dig your nails into his hip bone, pulling him towards you.

“Please Bill,” you whined, “Please make me come again. God you made me feel so good.”

He groaned, low and deep in his throat before you felt him line up against your entrance. He gently took your chin in his thumb and forefinger, kissing you softly, before checking in one last time.

“You want this?” he whispered, close enough that his lips still touched yours when he spoke.

“Yes,” the desperation was getting worse, you could feel your insides throbbing just at the thought of being stretched so deliciously around him. You felt yourself clench around nothing, so empty that it ached.

“You’ll tell me to stop if you change your mind?”

“Yes. Bill...” it was almost a sob. You felt the tip of what you so desperately wanted bump against your entrance and then he was pushing in, agonizingly slow, so that you could feel every vein, every pulse, every single inch of him. It was a stretch, he was bigger than most of the men you had been with, but he had spent so much time making sure you were ready that the only thing you felt was pleasure. With a drawn out groan and one last push of his hips he was seated fully inside you, his face buried in your neck and his arms wound tightly around you. You had never felt so full, with his hips flush against yours and you felt your walls clench involuntarily around him. 

His arm shot out, gripping the headboard until it almost splintered.

“Fuck,”  he swore. You felt him twitch deep inside you, and then you suddenly started to feel that delicious pressure low in your belly again. It was already starting to build, his tip resting heavily against that spot inside you that had you squirming. You just needed...friction. You needed friction. 

You ran your hands down his tensed back, pressing down firmly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You used your heel to gently tap at his backside, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone in a silent plea to get him to move.

“I just....” his face was still buried in your neck, his chest heaving against yours, his hand still gripping the headboard in a vice, “I just need a minute.” He rested his full weight on you in an effort to render you rather unable to tilt up and grind against him, but all it did was put more pressure on your clit and caused you to clench around him again.

A string of Swedish curse words, some new to your ears, left his mouth.

Removing his hand from the headboard, he wove it with yours and dragged his hips back, thrusting into you slowly. Your head fell back against the pillow and you moaned loudly, spurring him to bring his face back to yours and lay a kiss on you that had the pressure in your belly building even faster. Your walls fluttered around him as he rolled his hips forward with every thrust, rubbing his pubic bone against your clit as his tip repeatedly pressed down against that spot inside you that had your toes curling.

“You’re so tight,” he ground out, “So wet for me.”

You were a mess, legs shaking, and the only thing you could do was moan as you started to feel your insides clenching more frequently around him now. His hips faltered in their pace.

“God I can feel how close you are again, sweetheart” he moaned, “You’re so sensitive.”

You whimpered, almost embarrassed at how easily he was working you over.

“Don’t hold back, kid. Just let go,” he coaxed. You gasped, feeling that coil winding so tightly it was ready to burst again. His lips at your neck, his delicious words at your ear, were getting you there that much faster.

“Bill...” you tried to warn. He licked at your mouth, taking your lips in a ferocious kiss and tangling his tongue with yours before pulling away

“That’s it, tiger,” he groaned, “Just let go. All over me.” He thrusted a few more times, angled deeper.

You were powerless to stop it. Your second orgasm of the night tore through you and your back bowed roughly off the bed. He caught you as you surged forward into him, wrapping his arm around your back to support your body and keep your chests together. You clenched repeatedly around him and he let go a grunt so rough that it was nearly a yell, fisting the sheet in his hands as he tried to stave off his own release. When you finally went limp against him, he kept you close and guided you back to the bed. Wiping the hair from your face, he used every ounce of willpower he had left to still his hips.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re so good for me,” he soothed. You could barely breathe.

“Hey, tiger,” he said, and when the haze wasn’t clearing from your head, his voice got a bit more firm, “Look at me, kid.”

You dragged your eyelids open, almost wincing, and looked at him.

“You’re okay. We’re okay,” he said, continuing to trail a delicate finger around your features. You came back to your senses slowly, and he waited patiently until he saw the spark return to your eyes. The spark, and then a glint of ferocity that he knew well. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you crushed your lips to his forcefully.

“More,” you demanded, once you had separated from his mouth. He was still buried deep in you, but hadn’t moved an inch while you came down from your high. You could feel him throbbing, twitching inside you, and you noticed now the tight clenching of his jaw, the way his fists held sheets so tightly balled up that his knuckles were turning white. He needed his own release so badly it hurt.

“More?” he looked for confirmation. Your eyes already bore into his and you didn’t look away, didn’t even blink, as you raked your nails down his back.

“More,”  you confirmed emphatically and it was all the encouragement he needed before he started moving against you again, slowly at first, as he felt you involuntarily jerk your hips towards his.

You were already so sensitive, so buzzing, that it didn’t take much to get you right back to that edge again. He had a knack for making sure his pelvic bone ground against your clit with every thrust, and with every push forward you felt him slamming into that spot nestled deep inside you that felt like it might explode. You felt like you might explode, not only had you never had this pleasurable of an encounter with any man, but Bill had catapulted you off the edge twice already in releases that were nothing short of earth-shattering. Maybe it was his weight on you, maybe it was his breath on your neck, his voice in your ear, maybe it was the reverberations in his chest that you felt against yours when he moaned his own pleasure so loudly--but nothing, no toy, no man, not even yourself, had ever made you so pleasure drunk.

You knew he was close the way his hips took on a more frantic pace. His large hands grabbed at you, still careful to avoid your love handles that you had told him you hated being grabbed, but he palmed at your thighs around him, grabbed at your hair, your chest. You had a vice grip around his back, needing the closeness, as he drove into you with more fervour. His moans were sinful and loud, unrestrained passion in your ear. The sound of his pleasure only drove you further until you were soaring higher. He fisted your hair, pulled your head back none too gently and crushed his lips to yours before tearing them away, biting anywhere he could reach as he felt your tell-tale fluttering around him again.

“Come for me,” he commanded. You moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders. His hips surged, faltered, and drove deeper.

“Now, tiger,” he said with urgency. And then, you were crashing again. Like a freight train. You gripped him, helplessly holding on as you spasmed and cried out, your body feeling like it was moving independently of your mind. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore, the sight of you coming undone for the third time that night, and all the little noises you made, pushed him over the edge. He gave a few more thrusts before groaning loudly, nearly ripping the bedsheets bundled in his fists as he came. His back popped, his leg cramped up and he was pretty sure he may have cracked a tooth with how hard his jaw clenched. He jolted for several moments, the aftershocks tearing through him, as you soothingly ran your fingernails up and down his spine. They found their way to his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as he panted in your ear and collapsed against you.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice taking on a frail tone, “thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you kissed any part of him that you could reach. His hairline, his cheeks, his chin, his nose, his jaw, his neck.

“That was....” you started to say.

“Oh my god.”

“That was incredible,” you kept your tone low, not wanting to spoil the intensity of it all.

“Oh my god,” he repeated.

You laid like that for awhile, waiting until each of you caught your breath. When your breathing had slowed, he moved his face to yours and gently caressed your features. You reached up and moved his hair away from his forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Mmmm, yes,” you closed your eyes and hummed happily, wriggling further into the mattress. You felt him gently bump his nose against yours, and you opened your eyes, staring into his, knowing that he needed that eye contact to confirm. 

“I’m good. You?” You kissed him lightly, and were rewarded with that boyish smile and the dimple that accompanied it again. He nodded.

“Did that feel good?” he asked.

“Good?” you replied incredulously, “Bill, I think I’m going to need a chiropractor to reset my spine, I came so hard.” It earned a chuckle, and you drew him back in to keep him close as exhaustion suddenly overtook you. He held you like that for awhile, his weight pressing into you, and it was a comfort. After several minutes, and only once he was sure you would be okay with the loss of contact, you winced as you felt him slip out of you and leave the bed. Floating in that in between state of consciousness and deep sleep, you barely registered a warm wash cloth between your legs, a cool one being pressed to your forehead. He disappeared for a few moments when you had passed out cold, you heard the shower running and the clang of a few pots and pans in the kitchen, before the bed dipped down under his weight and a hand was gently running through your hair.

“Come on tiger, sit up for a sec,” he coaxed. You turned your head into his hand, urging the head scratches, but ignored his plea.

“Can’t sit up. Too fucked out.”

He chuckled, easing an arm under you and slowly bringing you upright. You caught whiff of something--food something, and shit you were starving now--and opened your eyes. He was waving a plate under your nose; two grilled cheese sandwiches, one with the crusts cut off. Your hand immediately snatched it.

“Yeah, thought so,” he said, smugly. You munched on your sandwiches in comfortable silence, still maintaining contact in some way--he brushed the hair from your eyes, or you swiped at a crumb stuck on his lip. When you were done eating, he placed the plate on the floor and put a glass of water in your hand, urging you to drink it. You listened, handing the empty glass back to him. Sitting on his haunches, he reached a large hand up and cupped your jaw, gently forcing you to look at him.

“You feel good?” he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek. You placed your hand over his.

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel really good,” you said. You placed a gentle kiss on his palm. “Thank you, Bill.”

He smiled at you, dragging his thumb across your lips. You kissed that too, before grabbing his chin and bringing his face to yours, placing a gentle kiss on his mouth.

“Happy to help. Now come on, let’s get some sleep.”

He nudged you into lying down, scooting in close behind you. He wrapped an arm around your rib cage, opening his hand over your heart and tucked his legs up under you.

“This okay?” he asked, burying his face into your neck.

Your only answer was to scoot further back into him, pressing your back to his chest, and enclose your hand around his. The last thing you remember is him pressing a gentle kiss to your ear before coaxing you to sleep.

[rorynne]

Avengers One Shot Request List

I wanted to try writing more so I figured I would open myself up for requests. Heres a few of the prompts that ive collected over the years, if You’d like me to write a one shot on your favorite character just send me the number and who youd like.

Generally i only write Xreader romantically but I can try to write some ships, I cant promise how they come out how ever. I do not do smut. As much as I love it, I suck at it.

Try to keep it to 2-3 prompts per ask max please.

If you have any AU requests or suggestions feel free to send them in.

Each oneshot maybe from 1k-3k words depending on how inspired I am by the prompt.

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”

“I wouldn’t wanna fight you. You’re pretty feisty.”

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“you make me feel alive. for the first time ever, i feel like i can breathe”

“i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

“Don’t be a killjoy.”

“Let me fix that for you.”

“You’re the one studying law here. Remind me again, is trespassing legal?”

“How long are you planning on standing there?”

“People wanting a purpose is dangerous. It makes good men rush into war and keeps bad men hidden from it.

“I made a bet. I lost. It’s simple as that.”

“This will be the only time I’m telling you and if you don’t listen those four broken ribs will become five. Stop fucking walking and get in the damn car.”

“Take my jacket.”

“You braided his hair?”

“You’re so cute when you’re upset.”

“I might be slightly drunk…”

“If you kill them you’ll have to kill me too because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.”

“Is it the bed part or rest part of bed rest that you’re not getting?”

“So what if I’m jealous?”

“To be honest, I just wanted a chance to look at the stars with you.”

“The sad truth is the truth is sad.”

“It’s not my fault you’re short.”

“I understand….. I really do.”

“Your bed is warmer than mine.”

“I’ve never seen eyes the same color as yours”

I’ve learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.

“I’m going to get you some medicine, okay? Just stay there.”

“The scientific term for a snake is a nope rope.”

“Come over here and make me.”

“This is my favorite time of day.”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

“Can someone please exaplain to me, in small words, why I’m being assigned to this mission?”

“They told me you died. And I screamed. I screamed until my lungs hurt too much to continue.”

"Will you sing to me? I won't ask for anything else."

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I'm sorry, don't you have, like, six PhD's?”

“I haven't seen him this happy in a long time.”

"I'm not even sure she's entirely human."

"Most day's I pity this world for having me as a savior."

Wow, you have a really nice smile.

“I thought I had lost you.”

“You promised to be more careful.”

“Here, I got you something.” “You stole this from me five years ago!”

“It was probably aliens.” “It was not aliens!” “It was aliens last time!” “Yeah, last time and this is this time and this time it is not aliens!”

“What’s that stain?” “I dunno, probably blood.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“Say that to me one more time.”

“I’m just a little sore.”

“We should go swimming!”   “I don’t own a bathing suit.”    “And I don’t see that as a problem.”

“Traveling isn’t expensive when you’re okay with breaking the law.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

[scarletrebel]

⭐star⭐ waffle at me about your favourite lines youve written

ohhh friend you have opened a pandoras box and i hope you are ready also thank you aha

so i started…….. picking some lines and made the Executive Decision to just do one fic because i was planning on doing a couple from a handful of fics but turns out im far too prone to waffling about this kind of stuff because i love picking things apart and figuring out why they work because i love fuckign words and the things they evoke and stuff so yeah this is just some fave lines from most recent fic, requital. 

this was part of a ‘directors cut’ writer thing and if anyone has any more prompts, feel more than free to send them my way! 

Requital, Chp. 1: 

His honesty, wrapped tightly underneath a chivalrous act; a throwaway comment to soften the exposure of such a question, draws her closer.

She kisses him, and hopes that even though the motion is countless in the amount of times they’ve come together, that the answer is plain enough. A claim, she hears her own words in her head, tasting the tobacco of his morning cigarette on her tongue, the warmth of the pull at his hands on her hips.

so whilst i cant say this section was directly inspired by the ecdysis book, what i can say is that there is definitely some influence going on here, in particular these two lines from the page ‘synesthesia’:

“Wu Ming is a bonfire in the darkness, and she crawls toward his warmth.”

“Wu Ming leaves his questions by the wayside as he is drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty.” 

and thats not something i realised until i was writing the final draft, and im pretty pleased with myself considering not only is requital going to examine some of the similarities between avia and drifter, but also the fact that ecdysis is probably my favourite book. i mean…… ‘drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty’ what the FUCK KIND OF LINE its gorgeous i cant deal with it or this book or this page or how desperately gorgeous the tragedy of drifter and orins relationship is 

also…… look. im a hopeless romantic. always have been, probs always will be, so when i say avia and rook are soulmates i mean it in the cheesiest way possible. right before this is rook feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole awoken engaging thing, and theres no way avia can actually put into words how irrevocably in love she is with rook. so she kisses him, and hopes beyond hope that she can put those feelings into motions if not words. i also enjoy the small bit of possessiveness that came out of her too, because the whole ‘claim’ thing with the awoken was there since the first draft but this section came in the final edit, she thinks of it so casually but when she goes on to say that she’d actually duel anyone who came between them i…….. would not put it past her to be 100% down to do that. 

rook isnt a bonfire in the darkness, he’s an anchor in the deep, a solid tether when the sea becomes a storm. 

(ayyy where the FUCK WAS THAT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS) 

Requital Chp. 2:

Here’s the thing, if you’ve gone through the trouble of decrypting this (a fortified certain-eyes-only encryption that took me a couple of hundred years to perfect, thank you very much), it at least means you’re interested, so hear me out.

i like this line a lot, for a few reasons. drifter knows avia well enough at this point to be well acquainted with her temper and lack of time for dealing with his nonsense. it’s the first flick of the coin between the two of them, drifter laying the proverbial gauntlet down and at the end of the day, its up to her whether or not she picks it up. 

and she does, avia asks levi to decrypt it, and the first thing she sees is drifter acknowledging that shes done so and asking her to at least hear him out. he’s kind of caught her out, and she can respect that even if thats not at the forefront of her mind. avia also has her own brand of curiosity when it comes to people like the drifter, so this is kind of the first inkling of that. and it also (i hope) makes you wonder if drifter is aware of that curiosity that she has, if he sent the message decrypted on purpose to get her interested. 

She smiles at the note, throws her legs over the bed and stretches around a yawn. Five minutes later, Levi puts her in her armour.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?” The Ghost asks. “We don’t have anything urgent to do. There’s breakfast here.”

Avia hums, considering. She moves into the kitchen, glances over the fridge, the cupboards. She looks then onto the sofa, the sprawled pillows, untidy blankets. Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.

“No. I’m not hungry, let’s go.”

“Okay,” Levi says in that tone of voice that lets her know they aren’t buying it. “Should we walk, or transmat?”

Avia notices the balcony door is still open. She walks over and closes it, the streets barely alive as one or two civilians walk to and fro, glancing idly at each other as they pass. “Transmat.”

avia immediately makes an comment about being all domestic with rook in chapter 1. its just not something that suits her in her own mind, and that line (even though i havent waffled about it bc dear god theres too much here already) was something i immediately knew i wanted if i was going to write a day of domestic bliss with her and her fiance, because i knew it’d be a hard thing for her to just get on with like a normal person aha. 

so, we get this part in chapter 2. the domestic bliss is over, and what avia knows best, what shes always known best, is a set of armour and getting back to work. however this part of herself contradicts that which she’s experienced for the past day, and especially the line ‘Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.’ i put in to really reinforce that idea. its not the metal that feels out of place in this scene, its the person in the metal. and her eagerness to transmat straight to the tower rather than walk through the peaceful city streets shows her tendency to run from such thoughts.

this part came really naturally, actually. its a small snapshot into a bigger struggle avia has with herself (especially given the dreaming city, the reef, petra and now potentially going back to the worst part of the shore with drifter) of where she belongs, and more importantly, if she deserves to belong. which is why levi talks to her in that tone because they know what shes doing, theyve seen it so many times before – avia in a scenario that resembles something normal and running from it with no one around to stop her, because in her subconscious she doesnt believe she deserves it. 

“Ada-1, I believe, has fully settled into the Tower. She becomes more and more tolerable of the Guardians by the day. And with the discovery of Niobe labs, her mood has been favourable.”

i had no idea how fun scarlet was to write until i got to this part. she almost has her own language, really. writing ‘im really proud of ada because i spent all morning with her and she was only snippy with like two guardians and shes been really uplifted and im really happy for her since they found niobe labs’ in scarlets own ‘okay but heres the relevant information’ way of explaining things is a challenge but FUN. like, really fun?? 

because scarlet wouldnt be mentioning adas mood if she didnt care, ya know? and its not that she cant say that longer thing about being proud and stuff, its just that she doesnt see the sense in it and its not important information. like, if avia and eden were to spend a dedicated amount of time whittling her down she would absolutely say ‘i am so proud of ada and also i wanna smooch her face how do i do that as an exo’ but its just not a thing for her. but part of the reason why ada and scarlet being together was an idea that i had was because i imagine that line of thinking probably suits ada. 

“It was at Ada’s request. I had more knowledge of the area in its current state, and felt more comfortable talking to Ikora and her Hidden agents than Ada did…”

supportive exo girlfriends. that is all. man ive gotta write more about these two

“Hmm,” Ada wears a concerned stare masked behind a formal rigidity that Avia knows her Warlock teammate best for.

if im being honest, i just really enjoy this line. i imagine its hard for exos to show concern, esp a character like ada and my girl scarlet, so avia has spent a lot of time dissecting certain facial cues and yeah im proud of how this description came out aha

…as if she hadn’t spent the past few months clipping sidelong comments and threatening him when his Gambit veered out of the realm of her control.

avia is a control freak. plain and simple, and i wanted to make that as obvious as possible considering this sentence is only a few away from avia choosing to go and talk to drifter. 

there’s a certain amount of ‘i need to understand this thing that i have limited knowledge on so i can predict/control/plan for it in the future’ in how avia views drifter in general, its a kind-of warlock way of thinking about things but the big difference is avias need for control in these situations is a) selfish and b) only applies to things that she knows she has a good chance of understanding/taming. shes not going around learning about the hive because she has a good understanding that thats a cosmic threat that can only be defended against until it comes. drifter on the other hand is on her doorstep.

i also really loved the contradiction in putting ‘gambit’ and ‘control’ next to each other in a sentence, i kinda hoped it showed how conflicted avia is about going and talking to drifter, and maybe even how naive it is of her to think that it could turn out okay. 

She was incensed, maybe, at the way he spoke to Ada, needed to go and stomp the idea out of his head but he got her talking, like he does

i like this line bc its avia acknowledging that she knows how shes viewed. she knows everyone sees her as a hot-head, she knows her anger veers away from her sometimes and whilst she’s gotten better at getting a handle on it, it’s still an aspect of her that people who dont know her well enough find it hard to get past. 

i also enjoy how new people to this fic/avia in general might not know that this is a big part of her? so she’s trying to use it as an excuse, ‘well no one can blame me if i say i got really mad because thats what i do’ and it (hopefully) tells new people about that aspect of her character without having to show the worst part of it, the convo with ada being an introduction to it i guess – especially since the past few scenes have seen her a lot softer than im used to writing aha. 

“Dammit,” she mutters under her breath. And walks towards the Drifter before she can make a better decision

fun fact – this line was originally ‘and walks down the corridor before she can make a better decision.’ 

i changed it because i wanted to make it more obvious that avia is making a conscious decision to choose drifter, that she’s walking towards a path that she knows is not a good idea. it provides foreshadowing for the allegiance quest and referring to him as ‘The Drifter’ cements it as an idea that she’s walking towards and not necessarily a person. 

[glowrioustrash]

Waiting

Prompt: 43.“I feel like I can’t breathe.” and 2.“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” from this list. Requested by anon.

Pairing: Seth Rollins x unnamed OC.

Word Count: 1200+

Warnings: Mention of past violence, set in a hospital, minor swearing, a quick mention of blood. To avoid spoilers, I will put a more specific warning at the end of the fic. Scroll down if you’re worried.

Author’s Note: I’ve seen a lot of fics with those two prompts (often mixed with others and using different characters) so I really wanted to try to find a different angle. I hope this is just different enough that, while satisfying the prompt, it doesn’t feel exactly like the other fics.

Also I’m still pretty new at writing Seth, but thank nonny for taking the chance requesting him from me and giving me a shot to practice. I hope you enjoy it and I did him justice.

Tagging my girl @castielscamander

               Seth ran down the hospital hallway, counting the room numbers until he reached room 342. He skidded to a halt, barely avoiding crashing into the doorframe. At the commotion, the only conscious person in the room looked up.

               “You made it.” His mom sighed in relief, standing to walk towards him. “I was so worried about you driving by yourself.”

               Seth couldn’t respond, his eyes locked on the other woman in the room. His fiancé was laying immobile on the hospital bed, her skin unusually pale under the harsh lighting. She had an IV in her hand and a cannula under her nose. It was a far cry from the last time he’d seen her. It had been less than a week since he had seen her in person, pouting as he left their house, and only hours since she had sent him a selfie, her tongue sticking out as she made a face.

               He was snapped out of the haze as his mother hugged him.

               “Her parents here yet?” He asked, trying to keep himself together. His mother shook her head as she pet his hair.

               “No, they’re trying to get a flight. They’ll be here as soon as they can.”

               He felt guilty. If she hadn’t moved to Iowa to live with him, so far away from her family, they would already be here for her. If she hadn’t moved, she might not be in a hospital bed. If he hadn’t been on the road, he could have protected her.

               “Don’t start that.” His mom warned, seeing him retreat into his own mind. “This was an accident. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

               He had been leaving an arena a few states over, just having finished a house show, when his mother called. His fiancé has been out at a bar with some friends – this he knew, he’d spoken to her shortly before the show started. She had wished him luck on his match and he had told her to have fun with the girls – and had been stabbed.

               It had been a stupid fight, the police said. It had nothing to do with her. Two guys had been arguing and that should have been the end of it, but alcohol and ego was involved. One guy pulled out a knife and started swinging. She really had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

               “Has she woken up at all?” Seth asked.

               “No, but the nurse said that’s to be expected. She lost a lot of blood.”

               “God…” He breathed, feeling the familiar sensation of tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. He’d felt it countless times since that phone call, but this was the first time he allowed them to spill over. He wrapped his arms tightly around his mother, clinging to her in a way he hadn’t since he was a young boy as he let himself break.

               “I know, Seth. Shh, it’ll be okay.” She tried to soothe as her son sobbed against her shoulder. She whispered words of support to him. There was nothing she could do at the moment to ease his pain except to be there for him. Her own heart ached for her son and the woman he loved.

              “I feel like I can’t breathe.” He admitted, feeling helpless. He had always been one to take charge of his own fate. He trained hard and made it to WWE. He worked hard and had held multiple titles. This was out of his hand and nothing he could do would change that. “I haven’t been able to since you called.”

              Once Seth had calmed, he took the chair next to the hospital bed. He thanked his mother for staying until he could get there and told her to go get some sleep. She fought him, not wanting to leave him alone, but finally relented.

              Seth held his fiancé’s hand tightly in his own, careful not to disturb any of the wires or tubes that were helping her to heal. After he had injured his knee, she had told him how hard it had been waiting for him to wake up from his surgery. He never understood exactly how hard it had been for her until now.

              He answered a few texts, telling Dean and Roman that he had made it in one piece and he was still waiting for her to wake up. He finally got news that her parents had gotten a flight and would be there in a few hours. He promised to keep them updated if anything changed with her condition. He spoke to the nurses who came through occasionally, checking her vitals. One of them brought him a coffee early on, but he didn’t touch it. It was the longest wait of his life, sitting in the chair and just hoping she’d wake soon.

              A soft groan from his side startled him out of his thoughts around four in the morning.

              “Babe? Can you hear me?” He asked

              “Seth?” She croaked, eyelids fluttering.

              “Yeah, I’m here. I’m right here.” He gave her hand a squeeze.

              “Hurts.” She groaned, squirming under the scratchy hospital blanket.

              “I know. I’m sorry. We’ll get you something soon.” He reached over with his free hand and pressed the call button next to the bed.

              “What...” Her eyes finally opened and Seth let out a sigh of relief at seeing her beautiful eyes again. She looked around, taking in her surroundings.

              “You’re in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?” Seth told her, seeing the confusion on her face as she tried to piece together what happened. She thought for a moment, bringing her hand down to touch the source of pain in her abdomen. She hissed at the contact.

              “Shit… we were… yeah, I remember.” She nodded, trying to sit up.

              “Careful sweetheart.” Seth jumped out of his chair to help her, not wanting her to injure herself any further. He propped her up on the extra pillow and inclined the bed slightly. She grabbed at his arms, gripping him tightly.

              “Seth, I was so scared.” She whimpered. “It hurt so bad and there was blood everywhere.”

              “It’s okay.” He assured her, cupping her cheek as he kissed her forehead. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

              “I didn’t know if I’d see you again.” She cried. Tears pooled in Seth’s eyes at the admission. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but that fear had been with him as well. He wanted nothing more than to climb into the bed and hold her tight, but he also didn’t want to disrupt any of the machines or accidentally hurt her.

              “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” He promised, resting his forehead against hers. “And I’m right here. You’re gonna see me for forever and a day. You’ll be sick of me you’ll see so much of me. If I have to send you selfies and snaps every hour on the hour every time I’m on the road, I will.” He stroked her cheek as he rambled, trying to get a smile out of her.

              “I love you.” She laughed through her tears, groaning softly as the laughter jostled her wound.

              “I love you too.”

In depth trigger warning: Seth’s fiance (OC) was out at a bar where a knife got pulled out. She accidentally got stabbed - she was not the intended target. She is currently in the hospital and has not yet woken up. The violence itself is mentioned quite briefly and not in graphic detail. The blood is never described, only mentioned by OC when she wakes up that she remembers it.

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Much Ado About SPN

Friends, writers, tumblr people, lend me your ears...

For those of you who do not know, I (Angel, @whispersandwhiskerburn) am a teacher. I love to teach writing and reading to students—and I love reading and writing fanfiction. So, when I reached the AMAZING milestone of 1.5K FOLLOWERS, I decided to celebrate with my fellow writers with a challenge that marries the two—my love of teaching literature and writing and my love of spn fanfiction.

Every writer goes on a journey. They start with the ABCs and it's amazing how many wonders just 26 letters can create—it's all about how you use them. Of course, reading helps; good readers become good writers, and good writers are always looking for a way to challenge themselves, in reading and writing. One of the most challenging, most famous, and best writers that ever lived made wonderful stories that are read and taught to this day—all with the same 26 letters that we use.

So, that's the inspiration for this challenge. The letters of the alphabet—and one of the greatest writers of all time: William Shakespeare.

The idea is to use at least two (all three if you can) of the alphabet prompts AND the Shakespeare line—you do NOT have to use Shakespeare's wording, just be inspired by the theme of the quote.

Rules and Accepting the Challenge:

1. Must be following me....it's a follower celebration, so yeah. New followers are welcome though, so feel free to follow, then ask. :)

2. Send an ASK with your requested prompt by letter and quote number. First come, first choice—and there are only 25 prompts (I deleted x) so you'd better hurry! I want to give everyone a chance to sign up, so don't ask for a second prompt until after March 10th, please!        NOTE: If you ask anonymously...you're silly. I can't sign you up if I don't know who you are?

3. Any character from the show is welcome, but not cast members for this challenge (Dean/Sam/Castiel etc., not Jensen/Jared/Misha). Ships are fine, (exceptions: no non-con and no Samifer, since Lucifer totally raped him) but reader-inserts are preferred.

4. Any genre: SFW, NSFW, AU, angst, fluff, smut, or any combination thereof, just please tag appropriately.

5. No maximum length limit, but if it is more than 800 words, include a read-more link, or I won't reblog it. Should be at least 500 words. One shots, drabbles, series pieces, combinations with other challenges/requests—all are totally cool.

6. Tag me (@whispersandwhiskerburn) in the header somewhere. I will reblog these with feedback and add them all to a masterlist. I want to post the masterlist on Shakespeare's birthday which is celebrated on April 23rd, so the deadline for fics is April 20th. Also, please tag the fic with #MuchAdoAboutSPN and #Angel's1.5k within the first 5 tags.

7. Try and post your fic on or before the day it’s due, April 20th 2017, but it’s okay if it’s late. Life happens!

8. Have fun!!

Sign Ups! Once a prompt combo has been chosen, I will write the blog's name beside the letter and move the Shakespearean quote to this list. Any Shakespearean quotes still under the prompts lower in this post are still up for grabs. If the letter in this section has a blog tag beside it, it's taken, so ask for a different one! Happy writing everyone (and if you want to discuss your quote, please message or ask me—I'm an English teacher who loves Shakespeare, so bring it)!

STATUS: Prompts are closed everyone! Deadline is April 20th, and I look forward to your fics!

A @buffylovesfoxmulder, 8.  “This above all: to thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man” (Hamlet I.3).

B @arlaina28, 31.  “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother” (Henry V IV.3).

C @bringmesomepie56, 15.  “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them” (Twelfth Night II.5).

D @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, 1. “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so” (Hamlet II.2).

E @littlegreenplasticsoldier, 20  “Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once” (Julius Caesar II.2).

F @whatareyousearchingfordean, 39.  “What's gone and what's past help should be past grief” (Winter's TaleIII.2)

G @therealdeanwinchester13, 10.  “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” (A Midsummer Night's Dream III.2)

H @rachelladytietjens, 33.  “We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” (Hamlet IV.5)

I @ive-been-told-that-im-fangirling, 7.  “If music be the food of love, play on” (Twelfth Night I.1).

J @avasmommy224, 36.  “Tempt not a desperate man” (Romeo and Juliet IV.3).

K @kalliravenne, 11.  “I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?” (Much Ado About Nothing IV.2).

L  @hellssarcasticqueen, 19.  “The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope” (Measure for Measure III.1).

M @wi-deangirl77, 22.  “I am one who loved not wisely but too well” (Othello V.2).

N @destiel-addict-forever, 40. “You pay a great deal too dear for something that's given freely” (Winter's Tale I.1).

O @little-red-83, 18.  “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt” (Measure for Measure I.4).

P @mrsbatesmotel53, 25.  “We have seen better days” (As You Like It II.7) and (Timon of Athens IV.2).

Q @roxy-davenport, 5.  “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none, and some condemned for one fault alone” (Measure for Measure II.1).

R @deansarms, 6.  “I burn, I pine, I perish” (Taming of the Shrew I.1).

S @atc74, 35.  “Friendship is constant in all other things” (Much Ado About Nothing, II.1).

T @chaos-and-the-calm67,  3. “The wheel is come full circle: I am here” (King Lear V.3).

U @besslincoln-bruh, 30.  “Strong reasons make strong actions” (King John III.4).

V @plaidstiel-wormstache, 21.  “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” (Merchant of Venice III.1).

W: @waywardjoy, 2. “Is this a dagger which I see before me...or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation” (Macbeth II.1).

Y @thegreatficmaster,  24. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here” (Tempest I.2).

Z @thegreatficmaster, 38.  “Pray you now, forget and forgive.” (King Lear IV.7).

Alphabet Prompts (A-Z): Choose a letter and (if I give you the okay!) include at least 2 (3 if you can) of the associated SPN topics in your fic.

**You'll notice that none of the major characters of the show are listed—anyone can write about Dean, even if they don't have the letter D. These characters/objects/themes need to appear in your fic, and should have some importance to plot, but just because you choose Meg Masters, it doesn’t mean you have to write a Meg x Reader fic (though, if you want to, that’s cool too), savvy?

Shakespeare Quotes/Phrases (1-40): Choose a Shakespearean line and (if I give you the okay!) let it inspire your fic. You certainly can, but you do not have to include Shakespeare's actual words in your writing. Like I tell my students, “The Bard (Shakespeare) wrote in a different time and the language has changed. That doesn't mean that what he has to say isn't still relevant—you've just got to look harder.”

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“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts” (As You Like It II.7).

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“I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety” (Henry V III.2).

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“Action is eloquence” (Coriolanus III.2).

“(Life) it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Macbeth IV, 5).

“Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little” (As You Like It II.6).

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“Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day” (Macbeth I.3).

“Self-love... is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting” (Henry V II.4).

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“The course of true love never did run smooth” (A Midsummer Night's Dream I.1).

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“I am a man more sinn'd against than sinning” (King Lear III.2).

“We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship to die with us” (Henry V IV.3).

“excessive grief the enemy to the living” (All's Well That Ends Well I.1).

“There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of in our philosophy” (Hamlet I.5).

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“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, but Lust's effect is tempest after sun” (Venus and Adonis).

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A giant THANK YOU to my bestie, @waywardjoy, who helped me plan this whole challenge. You rock, chicka, and you make tumblr home. :D

Forever Tags: 

@2wonderinsighlents, @adaliamalfoy, @alcpegasus22, @andrastesflamingtitties, @angelofwinchester17, @alexastacio, @anokhi07, @ariethegreat98, @arryn-nyx, @autopistaaningunaparte, @avasmommy224, @bennyyh, @blackcatstiel, @bringmesomepie56, @bucky-thorin-winchester, @but-deans-back-tho, @casownsmyass, @cfordwrites, @chaos-and-the-calm67, @dancingalone21, @d-s-winchester, @deafgirlsarecooler, @deandoesthingstome, @deanscherrypie, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @deanwinchesterforpromqueen, @deliciouslyshadowymilkshake, @demonangelimpala, @demondeansdomme, @faith-in-dean, @fandommaniacx, @feelmyroarrrr, @fiveleaf, @i-is-for-inspiring, @ilostmyshoe-79, @impala-dreamer, @jalove-wecallhimdean, @jencharlan, @jensen-gal, @jotink78, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @katnharper, @kittenofdoomage, @kristaparadowski, @lipstickandwhiskey, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @lunarsaturn88, @marilynnlew, @millaraysuyai, @moonstonemystyk, @mrsbatesmotel53, @mrsjohnsmith, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mzpearlz, @notnatural-supernatural, @paintrider13-blog, @pinknerdpanda, @plaidstiel-wormstache, @rizlowwritessortof, @roxy-davenport, @rushernparadise, @salvachester, @scorpiongirl1, @skathan-omaha, @spnrvt, @supernatural-jackles, @supernaturalyobsessed, @theafinnerup, @thegreatficmaster, @torn-and-frayed, @vote-for-pedro, @waywardjoy, @wevegotworktodo, @wi-deangirl77, @withoutaplease, @writingbeautifulmen, @xtina2191, @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou

Those who requested a shout out, but who aren’t on the forevers list (but who are welcome to sign up for that if they want to!):

@eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @wayward-mirage, @megansescape, @arlaina28

Thanks for following me everyone!