#my what a large bookmark you have there dee

[plague-of-insomnia]

I cannot wait for this little cunt to make it onto my TV screen:

Antis: Stop sexualizing everyone and everything in Kuro you’re just freaks seeing stuff that isn’t there

Yana: *hold my beer*

Yeah, nope, nothing suggestive here

[angelguk]

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#5

→ on my mind 02 — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 25.6k

genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut + mild angst

warnings: slow build / oral sex (f & m receiving) / multiple smut scenes / over-stimulation / breeding kink / creampies / mentions of infertility / pregnancy is a central part of the story line / pregnancy sex / jeongguk just wants to be a good dad / i am so sorry if the editing is not up to par i tried my best / mild possessiveness / mentions of misogyny and an asshole manager

soundtracks: (they long to be) close to you, carpenters + to you, yoona & lee sang soon + someone’s shining, wisue + who knew, chloe x halle, + but i’m trying to tell you how much i love you, saevom + pretend, lee aram + when the wind blows, yoona + meet me in amsterdam, rini + she, jannabi

special thanks to: @gukkheaven for seeing the baby version of this fic <3 / @a-life-thats-next-to-normal for sharing some much needed baby info with me!

header credit @dee-ehn <3

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715 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 19:44:19 GMT

#4

dedicated to the lovely @himboksj​ happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

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738 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 23:34:41 GMT

#3

→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 02

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 4.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3

soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker

part one 

Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.

“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him. 

“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth. 

“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”

“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”

Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”

“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”

Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”

“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”

The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible. 

“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”

“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night. 

“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”

“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now. 

Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”

↯

Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night. 

nutcase [11:48pm]

u up?

He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him. 

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1166 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 00:53:45 GMT

#2

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed. 

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh. 

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?” 

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

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1288 notes • Posted 2021-01-13 16:13:21 GMT

#1

→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

pretty boy au playlist 💞

1. after-school activities

2. i thought you meant me

3. beer-pong and jealousy (a)

4. she was waiting (a)

5. excuses to yearn 

6. locker-room lover (m)

7. my love (m)

8. be good for me (m)

9. obsessions of the good kind (m) 

10. new horizons (m)

11. what you do to me (semi-m)

12. familiar friends, new fears (a)

13. bite the hand that feeds the heart (a)

14. honeymoon fades (a)

15. one heart broke; four hands bloody (a)

16. fuel to the fire (a) (m)

17. out of line (a)

18. old friends, new foes (a)

19. kintsugi (a) (f)

go through the jock!jk tag to see the full universe! (asks/thoughts from the author)

1669 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 13:56:46 GMT

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Reasonable Distraction │ knj

➤ pairing│Namjoon x female reader ➤ summary│Your first kiss with Namjoon ➤ rating│PG ➤ genre│drabble, fluff ➤ warnings│kissing, you’re soft for namjoon when he reads (who tf isn't), nervousness ➤ word count│0.9k│semi edited ➤ release date│September 13th 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist 

other parts in the series: seokjin│hoseok│taehyung│jungkook│namjoon│-│- 

You glance at Namjoon on the bench next to you. Watching as he silently and peacefully reads the book he just bought from the small corner bookstore, with the scenery of the large trees behind him, green leaves and a small breeze passing by. You watch as his eyes gently trace every word on the creamy pages, how his lips sometimes curl into a small smile whenever he reads something he agrees with, and how he will softly let out a laugh whenever something funny pops up on the pages.

You think you could sit and stare at him all day, completely forgetting everything about the unopened book in your own lap.

That can wait! You have all the time in the world to read it, but you don’t know for how long you’re able to sit like this with him and just watch.

He asked you yesterday if you wanted to go to this new bookstore he found to buy a few books and maybe find a place to sit and read afterwards. Obviously, you said yes, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to spend some time with him before he gets too busy with work again.

You’ve only been seeing each other for about 7 weeks now, so it’s still all very new to you. His side of the world – late nights in the studio or at the company, early mornings and travels farther away than you have ever gone. You’ve only gotten a small taste of it as of now, but you want to stick around for the long run.

Namjoon smiles at something he just read, and you can’t stop your eyes from slowly dropping to his lips, lingering there as thoughts of leaning over and kissing him fills your mind.

But you don’t. You haven’t gotten that far in your relationship yet, and even though you want to kiss him doesn’t necessarily mean that he wants to kiss you back.

In a split second Namjoon turns his head, catching you red handed staring at his lips, “Why aren’t you reading?” he questions around a chuckle.

You blush. You know he saw you looking at his lips and your mind reeling for any excuse to stare at his lips. “I-I just… This book is just not for me.” you eventually settle on a small white lie, hoping he’ll buy into it.

He closes his own book after bookmarking it, “You haven’t even opened it yet,” he points out before turning his body towards you, tucking his knee between the two of you and over his other leg.

“Oh, no… I guess I haven’t,” he obviously didn’t buy that one. “I don’t like reading.” You tell him instead and he instantly laughs.

“You love reading!” he knows this about you – you told him on your first date that you have hundreds of books at home and that you’re somewhat of a book nerd. “Come on ____. Did you get distracted?” he tilts his head and smiles, sending a million butterflies through your stomach.  

Did you get distracted? Uh yes! But had it been anything other than his lips you had been distracted by; it had been totally fine! You could have dealt with that! But having to tell him that you got distracted by his lips because you want to reach over and smash his lips against yours, that you have a harder time dealing with!

What if he turns you down? What if he doesn’t want to kiss you as badly as you want to kiss him?

You would be totally and utterly mortified if that happened!

Namjoon’s eyes soften when he sees you struggling to tell him. “You can tell me,” he encourages.

“…I, Igotdistractedbyyourlips!” you quickly mumble and it’s way too fast and jumbled together for him to understand you clearly.

“What did you say?”

A deep breath and then you tell him again. “I said… Igotdistractedbyyourlips.”

“Hold on,” he gathers both of your books before putting them to the side so he’s able to scoot even closer to you. “One more time.” He instructs.

“Igotdistract-“

Your words are caught right off when Namjoon cups both of your cheeks in his hands, smooching them together and making your lips pout. “Slowly!” he laughs, making you smile despite the position your lips are in.

He doesn’t let go when you tell him more slowly this time. “I got distracted by your lips.”

Still not letting go, his lips stretch in a big smile, clearly pleased with the reason for your distracted state.

“By my lips huh?”

Nodding, you still feel the heat of your cheeks and you wonder if he’s able to feel just how hot you’re burning against his hands? That only makes you blush even more…

But you don’t get to think about it too much, because all your thoughts are soon replaced by the velvety feeling of Namjoon’s lips pressing against yours, as he leans in and captures them in a kiss.

Your first kiss with him.

You melt into his touch. The way he teasingly moves over your lips as if testing the waters before diving in. You move your lips against his, giving him all the confirmation he needs before he slides one of his hands to the back of your neck, the other one stay on your cheek.

As the kiss deepens, he hums, the vibration traveling through your lips and down your spine making you shudder.

After a little while you have to pull apart – reluctantly. Scratch watching him read all day! You could kiss him all day instead!

This man can kiss!

Reaching down, he pecks your lips once more, “I’d say that’s a pretty reasonable distraction.”

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Getting Back in the Game

SERIES MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS PART

Summary: college au. you and bucky are the closest of friends, the most functional of roommates, and… exes. but just because it didn’t work out romantically doesn’t mean he has to move out! it’s not like he’s so deeply in love that he can barely breathe. totally not in love. at all. not even a little. maybe.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: language, lil bit angsty

A/N: this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever written by a long shot but i promised i’d upload it soon and i’m sorry it’s been so long since the last chapter.

He stumbles over his own feet. The toe of his sneaker smashes into the first stair. He very nearly drops the floral thermos he's filled with coffee. 

All because of the smile you offer him as he walks through the door. Warm in the chilly lecture hall, bright but surrounded by dusty seats with fraying upholstery. 

You pay no attention to what Wanda says— a nod every few seconds, a smile when words sound vaguely positive. She gesticulates animatedly, the water in her glass bottle resembles a cyclone held between electric green nails, and you laugh when she does. 

Your eyes follow Bucky as he climbs the steps, so he walks slowly. Carefully. With attempted grace. He thinks he might hear the slither of a snail as it overtakes him. 

Grinning at his almost calculated approach, you nod to his hand once Wanda finishes her story. “S’a nice thermos you’ve got there.” 

“Very pretty,” Wanda, taking a peach slice from the Ziploc bag you hold, agrees. As she gives Bucky a thorough once-over, she presses a finger to her lips in supposed thought. “Extremely contradictory aesthetic, though.” 

You hum. You lean back when he stands beside you in the aisle, your own gaze tracing the length of him. There’s humor and exhaustion in your eyes, a joke and hours of lost sleep in a light pink tint. “I don’t know. I like the Greaser look with a touch of innocent Sandra Dee.” 

The roll of his eyes is long-suffering. “I couldn’t get on the subway with any of my mugs. I made that mistake once and won’t make it again.” 

Wanda looks between the two of you as you laugh and Bucky scowls, her dark brows furrowed. “What? Did you spill or something?” 

Still laughing despite a soft wince, you take hold of Bucky’s hand when he pinches your side in retaliation. You struggle as he tries to break from your grasp. “We were on the Q train and some guy threw his cigarette butt—” you’re cut off by your loud squeak when Bucky manages to slip his hand out of yours and pinches your side again. He then takes your bag of peaches for himself. “Bucky!” 

He takes a slice out in a pointed fashion, his bite purposefully obnoxious. Mouth full, he continues for you. “He threw his cigarette butt into my coffee.” 

Giggling at the way Bucky holds the bag above his head when you attempt to reach for it, Wanda asks, “Like on purpose?” 

You jump twice only for Bucky to swing the bag to the left then the right, just out of reach. He smiles at the effort deepening your frown, the warmth of your frustration welcome against the blasting air conditioning. 

You pout and cross your arms over your chest after one last attempt.

He groans preemptively. 

He knows that look. He hates that look. 

“You could’ve just asked for the peaches. I would’ve given them to you,” you— your voice breaking and lilting in sadness as you look at him through your eyelashes— say. You try not to smile at Wanda’s exasperated laughter and Bucky’s arm slowly lowering, and instead continue pouting. “I guess it’s okay.” 

Bucky blinks. He looks to Wanda, his eyes wide, then back at you. With the knowledge of a two-year friendship and four month romantic relationship, he knows you’re fucking with him. But it’s the look— pouty glossed lips, gazing through mascaraed lashes, eyes puppy-wide. It tightens and tears something in his chest. Every single goddamn time. 

He fights the urge to take you in his arms and immediately thrusts the plastic bag in your direction. His voice is almost a whimper as he says, “Please just take it. Never look at me like that again.”

“He’s so easy, isn’t he?” you ask Wanda, grinning as you take a bite of a slice and pat Bucky’s cheek with your free hand. You ignore his frown. “Also, yes, the Q train guy did it on purpose. He said, ‘Got a little something for you, pretty boy’ and threw it in. Then he winked at me and Bucky almost decked him right there at Canal Street station.”

Though he’s still focused on quelling what his ego has deemed sympathy heartache, Bucky nods in confirmation. “Yeah, he fucked up my coffee then tried to hit on my girlfriend right in front of me.” 

“You were a protective boyfriend so I’m surprised he made it out alive,” Wanda comments as she checks her phone and your attention drifts when the door opens so more students from the upcoming lecture can slowly trickle in. 

Wanda shrugs when she looks up to see Bucky’s slightly confused expression. “Not overly. Nicely. Concerned for her safety, always looking out for her, having her back.” 

“She’s right,” you add absentmindedly as you look at the analog clock bolted to the wall behind her. “When does your lecture start?” 

“Two or three minutes,” he replies after glancing at the clock himself. “See you at home?” 

“Actually,” your voice trails, teeth worrying at your bottom lip, in thought. “I’m gonna stay.” 

“For my econ lecture?” 

“I want to talk to you and Wanda’s going to the library, right?” When Wanda nods, you continue, “I also don’t want to deal with the subway alone at rush hour.”

With a wave to Wanda, you turn back to Bucky and wag your eyebrows playfully. “Show me where you sit.”

In the three weeks that he has been attending economics lecture, it has never been Bucky’s favorite class. The subject matter is dense and dull, half of the students are over-eager freshmen, and the professor assigns far too much reading for a class he’s taking as a G.E.. 

But, as you fall into a chair toward the center of the hall beside his aisle seat, it’s brighter. Today, he doesn’t mind the group of girls that giggle about sorority gossip and the water polo jock whining about his GPA requirement. 

He snorts when you pull your laptop from your bag and set it on the collapsable desk. “You gonna take notes?” 

“I need to look the part. Can’t let the professor think I’m just here to talk to you.”

“I’m not being evicted, am I?”

“Not quite yet.” You open the bookmark folder in your browser labeled CLOTHES FOR FALL. “Forget the words as soon as they leave my mouth, okay? I just miss you. We’re never at the apartment at the same time.”

He smiles. “Wow, you? Admitting that you miss me? Am I dying?”

“Didn’t I tell you to forget the words?” despite your tone, your lips are struggling against a smile. “But, no, you aren’t dying. I might be, though. Explains why I’d admit something like that.”

As the professor— a short man with thinning brown hair and a matching sweater— steps behind his podium, you look over the room. You’re visibly dissatisfied with what you see. “Is everyone here, like, twelve years old?” 

“It’s mostly underclassmen.” 

“See? This is what happens when you don’t listen to your beautiful roommate slash ex-girlfriend when she tells you to finish your G.E.’s over the summer.” 

“I was too busy with you this summer.” 

“Yeah? Am I that much of a handful?” 

“Sweetheart, you’d be surprised how much more I get done these days.” 

Your laughter inspires a bit of his own, the two of you pulling your feet toward yourselves as one of Bucky’s classmates— the only other upperclassman who he usually sits beside— attempts to pass through. He sends you a smile as he takes the seat at your other side. 

He leans in when the professor begins lecturing, PowerPoint presentation projected over the canvas screen, but not so close that you feel uncomfortable— just enough to whisper audibly.  “You took my seat.”

“Don’t make me say ‘I don’t see your name on it’ like some bad 90’s bully.” 

A bright smile wrinkles otherwise incredibly smooth mahogany skin. He holds his hand out for you to take. “T’Challa. You just add this class?” 

You tell him your name and cock an eyebrow, giving his large hand a single shake. “Do you know everyone who’s been in this class from the start?” 

“No, but I think I’d remember you.”

Bucky holds his breath when you pause and the tip of his pen slips to carve a stray mark into his notebook when you laugh. He narrows his eyes at the screen as you whisper-yell, “You didn’t just say that! Oh, that’s so bad. I thought you’d be better than that.” 

“It wasn’t so bad,” T’Challa grins. He has yet to type any notes onto his Word document while Bucky has copied every word on each slide verbatim. Both have retained absolutely no information. “It’ll grow on you.” 

“Doubt it. But I appreciate the confidence.” 

He leans over again, elbows on your shared armrest to look at your laptop screen. He sighs playfully. “Are you shopping? Come on now. You gotta pay attention.” 

“What about you, huh?” You shove T’Challa back onto his side, laughing hard enough to earn a glare from the bespeckled freshman seated in front of you— Bucky offers the kid a shrug. “Get outta here. You’re actually enrolled in this class.”

“What, you’re not? Who chooses to sit in on an econ class?” 

You giggle and Bucky misspells “achievement.” “I wanted to spend time with someone.” 

“But we just met.” 

“Jesus, you’re terrible. You must be a student athlete.” 

A dark eyebrow lifts. “How’d you guess that?” 

“Well, for one, I’m incredibly intuitive.” You, without turning to face him, pinch Bucky’s arm when he snorts. “Secondly, all student athletes are full of themselves. And, third, you’re wearing your soccer team hoodie.” 

T’Challa looks down at his deep purple sweatshirt and laughs. “Not sure if I should be offended or embarrassed.” 

“I’d be both if I were in your place.”

Bucky wants to drown out the giggles and whispers to his left, the rumbles of T’Challa’s deep voice and the soft lilt of yours. But the professor is too monotone and the material is too dry. 

And it isn’t like he’s jealous. He truly isn’t. 

It’s a different emotion entirely. A confusing one. One which, while outlined in an altruistic happiness at the sight of your any joy, feels achingly close to heartbreak all over again.

— 

The glow from dim overhead bulbs and icicle string lights bounces off the bottle cap rendition of Starry Night and illuminates tin ceiling tiles, the reflected flecks cast against the dark brick walls and slowly filling walnut hued wood tables like glitter. One wall is covered entirely with napkin self-portraits and landscapes, still life and crayon impressionist renditions of Raju behind the bar. 

You’re sure it’ll take some sifting to reach the last drawing you took your time to add to the cluttered gallery and you’re sure Bucky is thankful for that fact. He hadn’t enjoyed your interpretation of his flushed drunken features done entirely in the firetruck red lipstick you’d found at the bottom of your bag. 

But that hadn’t stopped you from smearing a bit of the gaudy color onto your lips and pressing a kiss to the drawing and the subject himself, giggling when he’d mumbled something about telling his girlfriend that you’d just attempted to defile him. 

You pass the wall without an attempt at excavation and follow the sound of Sam’s voice pitched lower than usual. He emparts what seems like instructions and encouragement, his head downturned as he stands beside a seated Bucky. Steve sits on Bucky’s other side but stops listening and periodically nodding as you grow closer. 

“Why does it look like the three of you are scheming?” 

Sam’s head snaps up. His brown eyes are wide. Caught in the headlights of your curious smile and cocked eyebrow. 

He allows silence to pass through for an awkward beat, punctuated by the release of a breath he’d been holding, his eyes on you again after he’d glanced at Bucky and Steve helplessly. “Fuck, I’m not sure what to say here.” 

“You can tell her,” Bucky says with a roll of his eyes, more storm grey than blue in the limited lighting. He smiles at you in greeting as you take the stool beside Steve’s. “We agreed we wouldn’t mind.” 

You nod instantly. “Yeah, we did.”

Steve snorts into his beer bottle as he takes a long sip. “You don’t even know what he’s referring to.”

“Well, whatever it is, if Bucky says we agreed we wouldn’t mind then we agreed we wouldn’t mind.” A bottle matching Steve’s is placed before you. You nod your thanks to Raju as he pops the cap with a soft metallic clink. “Besides, I can put two and two together. At the bar. Giving Bucky what looks like an inspirational speech. He’s wearing his ‘look at me’ jeans.” 

“I’ll ask,” Sam says when Steve casts him a bemused look. He looks at you then, lips curved a barely contained smile even as he peers at Bucky. “His ‘look at me’ jeans?” 

“The jeans that make his ass look like a ripe peach.” Your giggles, in response to the incredulous looks you receive, is laced through the cracking of a peanut shell between your fingertips. You toss the unshelled peanut into your mouth and snort. “Don’t look at me like that just for appreciating a nice ass. Not when I was told someone wanted to bounce a quarter off mine.”

A tense pause before Steve smacks a fist against Bucky’s shoulder. His outraged expression doesn’t falter even as Bucky winces. All the while Sam roars in laughter. “What the hell, man? You told her?” 

“I tell her everything,” is Bucky’s mumbled reply. He drains what’s left of his beer. “You said that freshman year and I told her a month ago. The statute of limitations had run out.”

Steve scoffs, shakes his head. Thoroughly unimpressed with the two of you as you exchange chuckles and small smiles. “Whatever, jerk. See if I keep your secrets next time.” 

“Who you gonna tell?” Sam asks as he smashes an empty shell under his quarter-empty bottle of beer. “Your left hand when you’re pretending it’s someone else?” 

The tips of Steve’s ears turn red almost immediately, the sip he’d just taken a choking hazard. He narrows icy blue eyes at a smirking Sam and a laughing Bucky, excusing you from the bulk of his frustration even as you hide your laughter miserably. “Dead to me, both of you.” 

A snort from Bucky. “Okay, drama queen.” 

Steve turns to you. More annoyed than scandalized now. “I see why you dumped him.” 

“Didn’t dump him.” You set your elbow on the bar, ignoring the way your sweater sticks to the counter, and rest your chin on your palm. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day when Bucky needs help getting laid.” 

“I’m reformed,” Bucky mumbles, fingernails picking at the paper label on his bottle as he smiles to himself. “Not really lookin’ to just get laid.” 

“Yeah? What are you looking to do?” 

He shrugs. “Maybe go on a date or something. Meet someone nice I can actually talk to.”

You pause, peanut shell halfway cracked under the heel of your palm. You feel your playful smile grow a bit tight. “That’s new. What brought that on?” 

“Well, you did.” 

You crush the shell so the crumbled pieces litter the wooden counter. Using your fingernail, you split a peanut into equal halves, then jagged quarters. You resist the urge to scoff at the reflection in your bottle and lift an eyebrow at Bucky when you look up again. “What’d I do?”

He shrugs. His smile is small. “I liked what we had. It wasn’t what I’m used to. I liked being able to have a conversation and a closeness in addition to… everything else.” 

Sam looks between the two of you and you’re afraid he might read too much into the way your lips have fallen into a frown, the way the grip on your drink has tightened. Instead, he asks as he takes a sip, “In addition to the sex?” 

“Obviously in addition to the sex,” Bucky says as he fixes Sam with a plain expression, eyes narrowed. “I was trying to keep this conversation ‘safe for work.’” 

“Yeah, that went out the window when Sam made the masturbation joke,” Steve notes. He asks Raju for another drink and chubby fingers place a matching bottle before him. “I think the change is nice. No more of this nonsense hook-up culture today’s generation is so overtaken by.” 

Your brow furrows. “Uh, Gramps?” You only wait until Steve meets your gaze to continue. He’s already scowling. “You’re a part of today’s generation.” 

“Steve is one of those people,” Sam begins. “You know, the ‘I’m not like other girls’ kinda people.” 

Bucky nods. “He’s just waiting to grow into his personality.” 

You hum in agreement next. “Until it’s socially acceptable to be the way he is.” 

“I’m sorry.” Steve holds his hands up. “No one informed me today was going to be devoted to roasting me.”

There’s laughter and the insults none of you really mean ensue even as Natasha walks in, the bar now slightly fuller, nearly an hour later. She joins in seamlessly, picking up on the latest thing about Steve you’ve all targeted with just a minute of silent observation. She picks up on something else, though— something she doesn’t bring up until the two of you have retired to a corner booth away from the new crowd of patrons screaming drink orders at a never-flustered, ever-calm Raju. 

She stares first. Green eyes set in a contemplative glare, lips in a neutral line. Her fingers lay casually over the rim of her tall, narrow glass. You pay her no mind, however. Your gaze is fixed on Bucky as he walks toward a small group of girls you think you might have seen on campus. “This is killing you.” 

“What, drinking?” you ask without so much as a glance in her direction. You’d switched out beer for something a bit stronger but have yet to take a sip of it, a rum and coke watered down now by melting ice. You tear your eyes from Bucky, with noticeable hesitation and dissatisfaction, when a short brunette with springy curls giggles at what he’s just said to her. “You’re drinking, too.” 

The glare becomes disbelieving. She watches as your stare returns to Bucky and you absentmindedly stir your straw through your drink. “We both know I’m not talking about drinking.” 

A questioning hum. You avert your eyes when the brunette and Bucky begin to laugh again.

“How are you doing with Bucky?” 

“Like, as roommates? Fine. He could check the mail every so often.” 

Natasha sighs your name. There’s an undercurrent of frustration cutting through her tone. “Are we going to spend this night acting oblivious?” 

“Oblivious to what?” you laugh in a bit of surprise. You withhold a shudder of disgust as you take a sip of your drink. 

She rolls her eyes, enunciating her words carefully as she asks, “How are you doing with Bucky flirting with that sorority girl over there?” 

You follow her nod and only let your eyes linger on them for a second. The straw bends in between your fingers and you shrug. “I’m doing okay with it.” 

“You’re okay with him flirting with her right in front of you?” 

“Yes, Nat.” 

She watches as you twist the straw, but nods. “Okay.” 

Snorting with an eye roll of your own, you shake your head. “You couldn’t sound less convinced if you tried.” 

“Because I’m not convinced.” She sits back against the booth. “It has to bother you a little that Barnes is trying to get laid fifty feet away from you.” 

“Didn’t you hear? He isn’t trying to get laid. He wants someone he can talk to, and date, and have closeness with.”

“Wow. Looks like someone’s maturing,” her voice remains utterly unimpressed. 

There’s a silent beat as you look at them again. Bucky’s smile seems to reflect and brighten every light in the bar, slate blue eyes meeting yours for just a moment. “I think I’m happy for him.” 

“You think you’re happy for him?” 

It’s quiet again as you sit back as well. Teeth worrying at your bottom lip, you nod. “I kind of owe it to him, don’t I? To let him flirt with people in front of me and tell me how he’s looking for a relationship rather than just sex.” 

“Why would you owe that to him?” 

“You know that guy from the soccer team I’ve been talking to?” You wait until she nods to continue. “He asked for my number when Bucky was, like, ten feet away.”

“Yikes. But you didn’t actively seek him out.”

“No, I didn’t. But even if T’Challa hadn’t asked for my number, I’d still owe him. I mean, I was the shittiest girlfriend you can imagine,” you tell her with a sad smile. “I did everything wrong.”

Her eyes widen ever so slightly. “You didn’t… You didn’t che—” 

“No! God, no. I didn’t cheat on him. I could never even entertain the idea,” you say quickly, hands held up in innocence. “I just— I was detached, and aloof, and I didn’t value him at all. I made jokes about us dating but platonically, I would leave his room in the middle of the night to go back to mine. I thought kissing him each time I left the apartment was too mushy and telling him how much I fucking adored him would make me too sappy.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little sappy.” 

Your nose wrinkles. “I know. But he’s my best friend. I can’t lose my best friend because I’m too emotionally constipated to be in a functional romantic relationship and too selfish to end it all before someone gets too hurt.” 

She sets her hand on yours when your voice breaks and offers you a playful smile when you look at her. “And here I thought I was your best friend.”

Wet laughter, and your head lolls back against the booth cushion. “Best friend is not a person. It’s a tier.” You hear his laughter over the commotion of the bar and sigh. “I’m over it and I’m happy for him. He should be happy. Even if it’s with fucking Connie from freshman year sociology.” 

Natasha’s hand comes down on the table and rattles her glass and yours, smiling to herself when you jump. “That’s how I know her! Fuckin’ Connie with the stink eye.” 

“She’s been into him since then, you know?” You laugh when Natasha offers you an incredulous expression. “Yeah, she got hammered at one of Sam’s parties and told me. I lived in fear of her wrath after Bucky and I got together.”

“She’d destroy you. The smaller ones go for the eyes and you’re all talk.” 

“Oh, I’m fully aware of that.” 

--

CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST, FIRST DATE

[dragonnan]

Get to know me: fic edition

Thank you so much for the tag, @hanuko :)

Name:

Tanya

Fandoms:

Current: Sherlock and MCU (either Avengers team, Tony Stark, or Doctor Strange). Recent past: Psych Ones I plan to start writing soon: Prodigal Son, Lucifer Ones I want to write someday: Doctor Who (primarily 10 and 11), Good Omens

Where do you post your fic?

Psychfic (previously), and AO3

By kudos, most popular one-shot:

Just Another Day in New York (Doctor Strange and Peter Parker misadventure story with a dash of Tony Stark)

By kudos, most popular multi-chap:

All Nighter (Psych - Henry watches over Shawn at the station after an attack nearly kills both him and Gus.  And the night isn’t over...)

Personal favourite (fic):

HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!! As others always point out - easily one of the most impossible questions to answer.  I can more easily say fics I’ve written that I didn’t like lol.  Soooo... Hm.  Trouble is I’m multi-fandom so that just makes is exponentially harder.  So I guess I’ll go by genre...

MCU: so even though it’s a WIP I already KNOW Sed Diabolus is my favorite.  I’ve never done that much world building before and that’s in large part thanks to @kitcat992 and her amazing brain storming.

Psych: Paint it Black - I had wanted to write a disability structured story for years but my biggest concern was not being sensitive to people with vision loss or blindness.  The story finally started to develop when an online friend suffered a pretty severe stroke which, in addition to causing significant brain damage, also caused near blindness.  I wanted to explore both the blindness as well as how the character would cope with it in his own manner - which often involves lots of humor and masking what he really feels.  In the end I was really happy with how it all came together.

Sherlock: I don’t have as many to choose from as I’ve only written a handful of stories so far but my first, The Tiger and the Shark, still remains one of my favorites.  I have explored faucets of non-con in most of the fandoms I’ve spent a long time in - the big difference being that was the FIRST story I wrote for Sherlock.  My goal with this type of story, always, is to show the courage of people who experience this sort of assault.  The journey through healing is what I crave most in stories.  Nobody handles it the same way which is why I find myself returning to this topic. 

MISC: Just for fun I’m grab something from the mixed bag of one-off fics I’ve written.  That would be Imperfect Perfection which is my first Lucifer fic and a sequel to chapter 3 of @disappearinginq‘s awesome story collection,  Imperfect.  This story, also, deals with non-con though it is set years after it occurred and there’s nothing graphic.  I love the original short story and I really wanted to see what took place afterward (going back to what I’d said earlier about wanting to see the journey of healing).  I really just loved writing these characters and getting into that different mental space to “hear” them in my brain.  It was also a fantastic experiment to see if I even COULD write these characters and I was very pleased with how it all came out.           

Method for titling fics:

It varies.  I’ve used song lyrics, poem, book, and chapter titles, or taken something existing and changed it up to do a play on words (my favorite).  A few of my favorite (no shock all of them are Psych) titles are:

Forever Is Hollow When Dreams Lie Did You Make it to the Milky Way to See the Lights all Faded Three Little Piggies and the Creature from the Black Lagoon Hell's Kitchenaid Oompa Loompa Doom-Pa-Dee-Die A Bigger Boat Would Be Nice- But a Gun and an Oxygen Tank Would Be Better The Wizard Was the Wicked Witch and the Scarecrow Lost His Courage

Work I am nervous about posting:

Not any specific one but anytime I post a non-con fic I half expect someone to scream at me for writing that kinda story.  I also feel anxious when posting to a new fandom just because my interpretation may not fit with whatever the established fanon might be.

Do you outline your work or just wing it?

Both.  MOSTLY I’ve winged it but after starting that mega MCU fic I’ve found tremendous aid in creating a loose outline.

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Works: 112 (includes fanart)

User Subscriptions: 70

Kudos: 6,178

Comment Threads: 568

Bookmarks: 1,074

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Tagging: @sgam76 @ariaadagio @aelaer @ceruleanmindpalace @mizjoely @kitcat992 @disappearinginq

[pixiestickers]

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Tagged by @america-oreosandkitkats Thanks!! I don’t post much abt my fics anymore but sure ... why not.

AO3 name: Pixiestick_cc

Fandoms: too many ... but the fandoms with more than one fic to their name, over the garden wall, harry potter, the dragon prince, star wars, twilight, zootopia.

Tropes: (mostly pulling this from my most used tags) hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, humor, family, enemies to lovers, au-canon divergence, height differences, first love, (mild!!) sexual content.

Number of fics: not counting what was never brought over from fanfic dot net: 43 on Ao3 with 2 being “in progress”

Fic I spent the most time on: hrmm, probably A Perfect Sonnet (86,863) bc I started and stopped that thing so many times (that tends to happen when you’re writing a fic w/ a small audience and feedback is minimal, but hey, i knew what i was getting myself into). i started it in 2015, let it sit for 2 years, picked it up again, and then left it alone for 6 months, and then once again picked it up, only to let it slide. problem was i kept getting distracted writing for other fandoms. anyway from start to finish, it took me four years to complete.

Fic I spent the least time on: Words from a Droid (741) which happens to be my shortest fic. i was challenged to write a K2-SO fic in some reddit thread and spent an hour turning it into rebel-captain drivel lol

Longest fic: hmmm my longest fic would be my first, which appears on Ao3 as a rewrite from my twilight ff.net days Change Heartache into Courage (131,410) but like my IYLPP universe has (225,456) so even if the stories are all separate it’s the most i’ve written for a universe.

Shortest fic: already mentioned.

Most hits: A Different Goal (48,692)

Most kudos:  A Different Goal  (1,572)

Most comment threads: same (263)

Most bookmarks: saaammmee (298) It’s really strange how this one fic just shot up above all my others. i’m still baffled.

Total word count: 696,139

Favorite fic I wrote: Honestly, even tho it was a slog for me to get it done, i am v proud of a perfect sonnet bc it’s the most ambitious i’ve ever been when it came to crafting my own story and not just trying to jump off of tropes.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: tbqh i will probably go back to the iylpp universe at some point and expand it further bc if i know myself i know that i will have learned nothing from the despair of writing a fic mostly for myself. but also i would like to stop hopping from fic to fic when i get bored. like having 2 wips at the moment is annoying af.

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

i will be honest and say that i’ve had difficulty writing as of late. pandemic and all, plus school (my own and my kids) has just taken the creative out of me. but still, i’ve managed to work on my obidala fic a little and here’s the start of the next chapter:

Padme was used to ships that were large and ornate, especially when she’d been Queen. As a senator, they were less decorative but still expressed her role in government as someone who spoke from a place of power. But now, she only spoke for herself and so it seemed fitting that the ship Bail gave to her and Obi-Wan was non-descript, nothing of consequence that would go noticed as it sped across the galaxy. It was appropriate and gave her an idea. Padme obtained the sheers from the same droids who had worked on her throat but unlike them, her efforts were less than perfect. That was to be expected considering she’d always had someone helping her with these things before. Her hair had been a piece of her culture and like the ships of her past life, she needed something less showy. No more headdresses. No more long tresses twisted into knots and buns. Just a blunt cut that rested against her neck like a jagged blade.

so i’m trying to think of who writes fic among my mutuals and will try to tag accordingly but if i miss u and u want to do this just say i tagged you anyway.

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[sagesparrow394]

Making a Family

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: Human, Orphanage

Summary: All Logan’s ever wanted is to meet his father and have a real family. But what if his dad isn’t all he’d dreamed him up to be? What if blood isn’t what really defines a family?

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains themes of domestic abuse and murder, as well as swearing.

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Later that day, Patton and Roman had been called away by Thomas as well as a few other kids, so Logan figured there was no reason to stay downstairs. He headed upstairs to his room and read for a while. He was currently reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, and found it very interesting to read about the rise and fall of Pip’s fortune.

He was just nearing the last chapter of the novel when there was a knock on his door. He slotted his bookmark in before slipping down off his bunk. When he opened his door, he found the corridor before him empty of anyone else. However, there was something else there: by his feet, a jar of his favourite jam, Crofters.

He stepped forward and picked it up, confused. When he turned around, he saw yet another jar further down the corridor, and then a third after that.

He followed the jam trail, picking up jar after jar until his arms were full, by which time he had reached the common room. He pushed open the door, confused, and stepped in.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Logan’s eyes widened. Decorations were all around the room: balloons, banners, and a few gifts on a table in the corner. All the kids in the orphanage were there as well as Thomas.

“What is all this…?” Logan asked. The birthday celebrations at the orphanage were never usually this extravagant.

“Logan, it’s not just your fifth birthday, but your fifth anniversary of living in the orphanage,” Thomas explained. “I figured that deserved a special celebration.”

Patton ran over to Logan, taking his hand, and pulled him fully into the room and over to the gift table. “Roman and I went out with Thomas to get you presents! I hope you like them!”

Logan was speechless. A special celebration just for him? Everyone attending? Two people he only properly met today getting him gifts? He almost felt like he was going to cry.

The celebrations started with Logan opening cards and presents. Thomas got him a book of Sherlock short stories, Patton got him a onesie (Logan was initially wasn’t fond of it being a unicorn, but found the softness made it worth it), and Roman got him a dress with a galaxy pattern, which must have inspired by a conversation Logan had started about space when they were playing. When some kids snickered about Logan getting a dress, Roman had stood up, glared at them, and adamantly quoted Logan, “Clothes shouldn’t be just for boys or just for girls! Kids should just wear what they want.”

Once again, Logan came close to crying.

After, it was games. Pass the parcel, pin the tail on the donkey, piñata, all the usual party games.

It was the best day of Logan’s life. He got to throw away the books, the knowledge, the maturity and just be a kid for once in his life. He had two friends, and got to pretend he had more with the rest of the children.

After the many games, it was time for the part they’d all been waiting for. Everyone was sat down, waiting for Thomas to come back. Soon, the man came in, holding a tray which had a large cake on top, decorated with blue icing, five candles, and black writing that read ‘Happy Birthday Logan!”

Thomas started singing as he entered, all the other children joining in and singing to Logan who flushed a little but did kind of love the attention.

Once the song was over and the cake was placed on the coffee table in front of him, Logan closed his eyes.

I wish to meet my dad.

He blew out the candles.

From out in the hall, there was the sound of a knock on the front door. Logan’s heart leapt. Could it be…?

Thomas got up where he was crouched with the kids and left the room, muttering about not expecting any guests. Logan listened carefully, hoping to hear a man’s voice asking for him when Thomas opened the front door.

However, the sound that followed the door opening was not a man’s voice, but a baby’s cries.

“Oh my gosh, are you two okay?! What are you doing out on your own so late?” Thomas’ voice came from the hall.

The was a reply from what sounded like a child, who spoke through sobs. “I-I didn’t know wh-where else to go…”

A few seconds later, Thomas came back into the common room. Trailing behind him was a boy about Logan, Patton and Roman’s age. He was wearing purple pyjamas and black slippers. He had black hair, dark skin, and heterochromia. His right eye was purple, and his left was green. In his arms, he held a baby, which was wrapped in a yellow blanket. The baby, like the boy, had dark skin, black hair, and heterochromia - though their eyes were brown and yellow. The baby also had vitiligo, most prominently on the left side of their face.

Thomas sat the boy down on the couch, checking over him and the baby for injuries. He didn’t see any, but could hear the baby’s tummy rumble. He turned to one of the older children. “Emile, I keep baby formula up in one of the cupboards in the kitchen. Would you mind going and making up a bottle?”

“No problem!” Emile turned and left the room, heading to the kitchen. Thomas turned back to the newcomers.

“What are your names?”

The boy sniffled before replying. “I’m Virgil… A-and this is my b-brother, Deceit…”

“Deceit?” Logan couldn’t help but inquire about the baby’s odd name.

Virgil’s eyes flickered to Logan for a moment before going back to his brother. “H-he was named after m-my mom’s nickname for m-my dad… ‘Deceitful Bastard’.”

Thomas, Logan and all the older kids looked shocked and surprised, while most of the younger kids were looking confused and curious at the new word. Virgil kept his eyes down.

“I just call him Dee for short…”

Thomas crouched in front of Virgil, looking up at him. “Virgil, can you tell me why you came here? What happened to your parents?”

Tears welled in Virgil’s eyes again, and he sniffed again before explaining. “I-I was putting Dee to bed, wh-when I started hearing yells from downstairs… Mom and Dad fight a lot, s-so I didn’t think anything of it… Until I heard a bang and a thud… Curious, I w-went downstairs… a-and into the k-kitchen…” He choked on a sob. “Mom holding a f-frying pan… and Dad o-on the g-g-ground… B-blood w-was all o-over the f-floor… I d-didn’t know wh-what to do, s-so I just grabbed Dee and r-ran…”

“Oh, Virge… I’m so sorry...” Thomas sat down next to him, rubbing the boy’s back soothingly. “I promise you’re safe now, and we’ll take care of you here. I’m Thomas, I own this place and take care of everyone here. I’ll go start getting you and Dee rooms set up. We’ll make you feel at home here, I promise.” He gave Virgil a small hug, before getting up and leaving the room.

Virgil kept his eyes down on his brother, rocking Dee gently to calm him down. Emile came back in, a baby bottle in hand, and sat beside Virgil. He held the bottle out to him, giving a kind smile. Virgil finally looked up. He muttered a thank you before taking the bottle and raising it to Dee’s lips. The baby immediately fell quiet, drinking the milk.

“Th-there was a birthday party g-going on, wasn’t there…” Virgil spoke up. “I’m sorry, f-for ruining it…”

“Don’t be,” Logan replied. “You shouldn’t be apologising for seeking asylum and safety.” He pulled the candles from his birthday cake, before picking up the knife beside it and cutting a slice. He placed it on a plate with a fork, before holding out to Virgil.

Virgil blinked in surprise, looking between Logan and the cake slice. His eyes went down to Dee, silently communicating that he can’t take the slice while he’s holding his brother. Patton saw this and came over, plopping down next to Virgil.

“I can hold him while you eat if you want,” he offered, holding out his arms. Virgil was uncertain at first, but after looking over Patton, he moved Dee into the other’s arms. Patton smiled down at the baby. “He’s adorable…”

Virgil smiled a little as he took the cake slice from Logan. Roman sat on the couch next to Patton, peering over his shoulder at Dee. “What’s with his face?”

Virgil’s face fell, about to glare at Roman, when Logan spoke up.

“It’s called vitiligo. It’s a skin condition characterized by patches of the skin losing their pigment. The patches of skin affected become white.”

Virgil looked back to Logan, surprised. “You know about vitiligo…? I’ve never met anyone my age who does…”

Logan shrugged. “I read a lot. My name’s Logan, by the way.”

“I’m Patton!”

“And I’m Roman.”

Virgil’s smile returned. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

At that moment, Dee pulled away from his bottle, starting to cry again. Virgil put his cake to the side and took Dee from Patton’s arms, lifting him onto his shoulder. He gently patted Dee’s back until the baby burped and relaxed, no longer crying.

“You’re really good with children,” Patton commented, shuffling closer to Virgil, who shrugged.

“Mom went out a lot and Dad had work. I had to learn to look after him.”

Logan couldn’t help but draw the connection to how he had to learn to look after himself.

Thomas came back in then. “Lucky we had a crib up in the attic Dee can use. I also put in an order for anything he’d need. Changing table, plush toys, rocking chair to use to rock him to sleep. The only problem is, the room I’ve moved him in is the smallest one.”

“Mine’s the smallest one!” Roman spoke up.

“That’s what I was going to say. Since all the stuff for Dee is going to take up all the room, I moved your bed to the biggest room. Virgil will take the other bunk on your bed, and you both will share a room with Logan and Patton.”

Patton let out a cheer. “We’re all roomies!” He wrapped his arms around his three new friends, causing Virgil to have to adjust his hold on Dee. It also made Logan freeze up. He wasn’t used to hugs and physical contact.

It was actually pretty nice.

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Lazy Night (TF2 OC fic)

Just putting this under a cut for length reasons, and for the fact that there’s mentions of periods, obvious mentions of past sexual actions, and a part talking about some sticking out junk stuffs. Just keeping the eyeballs of those who don’t wanna or can’t read this safe, y’know.

The day had been slow. The past three or four days had been the same way.

Hibana and Cody sat on Cody's bed in his room quietly, the only noises heard being the quiet hum of the central air unit in the house and Cody's occasional soft sighs as he focused on his book. The whole house had been peacefully silent the whole day aside from a little noise here and there of the others walking from one place to another, the occasional cough or clearing of someone's throat, or beeps from the microwave in the kitchen, which isn't too common with Cody and his team. There's almost always at least two people talking and/or other things going on with other things in the house, like the TV being watched or a video game being played.

Hibana had been leaning on Cody for a while with his head rested on Cody's, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the peace. He opened them again as he forced himself out of nearly falling asleep and looked around for a moment. He sat up a bit and looked down at what exactly Cody was reading out of curiosity. Cody had made it clear to him that if he didn't explicity say no one could see, or he didn't look like he was trying to hide anything, that Hibana could read over his shoulder anytime. It was something about the female reproductive system, Hibana could guess that much based on how it was focusing on menstrual cycles on the pages Cody had reached in the book. A big word Hibana had never seen before caught his eye and he focused on it, trying to look at it a bit before trying to pronounce it. Cody knew Hibana was reading over his shoulder, and pretended he was still reading what was on the pages despite being long done already. The complete concentration Hibana was giving off as he intensely stared at the word could very easily be sensed by Cody.

"Dees-menor... Dies-meenor... Dies-menor-heeah..?" Hibana struggled as he tried to pronounce the word out loud.

Cody felt a large pang of sadness hit him. Hibana had been trying to pronounce the word 'dysmenorrhea' and failed miserably. He looked up at Hibana, and the slightly hopeful look he got in return filled him with even MORE sadness. All he could bring himself to do was shake his head. The way Hibana's hopeful expression sank to a little sulk made Cody feel his heart sink completely. Hibana looked away and the sulk became more obvious.

"Hey, Hibana..." Cody said softly. "Don't get so down... I can teach you how to read better if you want me to.."

That was an even worse hit to Hibana's pride. First he embarrassed himself butchering a word so badly that Cody didn't even speak, but now he pities him enough to want to waste his time on teaching Hibana to read better? He couldn't help but feel like he was being too much of a burden from this, but also that he didn't need it enough to be so worried about it. He's gotten this far with only being able to read enough to get things signed for work and be able to function well enough in everyday life, so why does he need to learn now? He was also getting the suspicion that he was just overthinking it because of past paranoias too.

"I'm fine with my reading level now. Thank you, though."

"Hibana." Cody replied, an ever so slight bit more stern, but still mostly softspoken, "that look you made when I shook my head says enough. Please. If you're worrying about it bothering me, that isn't the case at all. I wouldn't have even brought it up if I didn't mean that I would really teach you and didn't want to, and you know that. Just... please?"

Hibana thought it over for a minute and sighed, finally looking back at Cody again.

"...Fine. But I doubt you'll be able to teach me much."

Hibana wasn't expecting a laugh from Cody and the confident smile he gave in response.

"Dude, I taught SCOUT enough to get him to MY level in a span of around... four... five weeks? I also taught him a majority of both Spanish and Italian, enough to qualify him as fluent in both. I could've taught him faster but he was being stubborn on it."

Hibana looked at Cody in surprise, an eyebrow arching up as his curiosity peaked. Cody taught Scout? And he was as good as Cody now? He seemed just as dumb as ever though... Then again, he never was reading books or anything so Hibana wasn't really sure anymore the more he thought about it.

"Did you... have a schedule for him? What times did you teach him and how long did your teachings last each time?" Hibana asked with interest.

"I taught him almost every day during the timeframe I mentioned. The lessons lasted from one to three hours depending on what I wanted him to learn and do for what I had in mind, and how stubborn he was being. I dominantly teach interactively so I doubt you'll take anywhere near as long as he did." Cody replied.

Hibana thought it over again. It didn't take him long to nod his head and agree this time.

"Alright, deal. But before we start, because I want to soon, WHAT is that fucking word I tried to read?"

"Dysmenorrhea." Cody said calmly, no more sadness in his expression or anything of the sort. Only compassion.

"Dysmenorrhea..." Hibana repeated quietly. "Dysmenorrhea. Dysmenorrhea. What does dysmenorrhea mean?"

"It's a big word for period cramps." Cody said bitterly as a hand went down to rest just under his stomach.

Hibana winced a little and nodded in understanding. Cody had a hard time with them, enough to make him double over in pain sometimes. Hibana went back to leaning on Cody again and closed his eyes after that. Cody put the bookmark he had for the book at the next page and closed the book, setting it on the nighstand next to him and situating to lay down and cover himself up.

"Isn't it a little early to be going to sleep Cody?" Hibana asked him, confused by his actions so suddenly.

Cody reached under his pillow and pulled out his 3DS, turning it on to check the time.

"No, it's past midnight. 12:36, see?" He turned it around to show Hibana, grinning when Hibana's expression became one of surprise again.

Hibana shrugged and took off the shirt he wore. He had become comfortable and trusting enough with Cody at this point to do this a lot when he stayed over for a night or more. Cody did the same with his own after turning the 3DS back off and placing it back under his pillow. Hibana tried not to show the blush that threatened to brush against his cheeks as he saw the bra Cody was wearing, and had to try even harder whan Cody shuffled around a bit to also get the sweatpants he wore taken off and tossed onto the floor.

"What? We've had sex plenty of times, Hibana, what's that shy look for? Don't tell me you think I'm too pretty in this new underwear set or something."

Hibana swallowed thickly and just got under the covers, trying to ignore the matching panties Cody wore that didn't really cover him all too well at all. He cleared his throat and just pulled Cody close to him with no words spoken, too flustered to risk it.

"Don't tell me you actually are thinking that..? I was just kidding y'know.." Cody was a bit more quiet now as he became flustered himself.

Neither said anything else after that, just holding each other tighter. They both stayed awake for a while, eyes closed and just enjoying the warmth the other gave off and the feeling of being so close. Hibana fell alseep first, and Cody waited a long while before letting himself fall asleep too, making sure that Hibana was at peace.

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11 Answers, 11 Questions

I got tagged by @nardaviel! <3

Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write eleven new ones. Tag eleven people to answer your questions as well as the person who tagged you. 

1. what’s your favorite thing to do when you want to chill out and just enjoy yourself?

I’m so lame, it’s sleeping, mostly lol. I love naps like nothing else. As for hobbies, if I’m actively roleplaying with anyone it’s that, or relaxing and reading fanfics or watching Markiplier videos. Just hanging out by myself, really. (Tho cuddling the BF ranks on the list too lol)

2. describe the most beautiful thing you can think of or imagine

Object or concept? If we’re going with object... the perfect-fitting dream dress, heart shaped neckline, flowing skirt with iridescent colors that all blend into one another in varying shades of pinks, purples and blues... (idk I’m working on cosplay right now so all I’m thinking about is clothes). Concept? Coming home to your loved one(s), falling into an embrace and feeling that all is right with the world.

3. what is your favorite combination of colors?

Pink is my all-time favorite standalone, but I really like how royal blue and turquoise look together especially on clothing. 

4. tell us about an AU that you desperately want to make but haven’t been able to, for whatever reason (can’t think of a plot, your faves don’t work well in the setting, w/e)

;^; I actually don’t like AUs too much... I get attached to a world AND its characters, not just one or the other. That’s why I don’t particularly care for reading fics/doing rps that are set in an existing universe but using OCs or AUs. Now Alternate Reality/Slight Canon Divergence I can do- I love me some ‘what if X happened instead of Y’. So I guess I’ll go with an AR answer since it’s kind of AU...

I’d want to do an AR of Boueibu where the CA don’t leave and join the DC, either staying in their CA outfits or becoming Battle Lovers themselves to fight the VEPPer. Now that would be entertaining.

5. what does your phone case look like? did you go for style or sturdiness?

I work in cell phones, so I love me some cases lol I swap out cases so often it’s not even funny. When I had an iphone 6/6s I had something like 10-15 cases at one point but now I have a 7 for work so I don’t have as many  yet;

I have the first one I bought, a Speck hardshell with a purple/blue galaxy print on it. I got stuck with a black phone since it’s a work phone, so I wanted something that matched but was cute. The one I actually use at work is another Speck in turquoise with a slot for a credit card so I can keep my Target card on me at all times so I can buy lunch faster and not lose my card. The one I’m using right now because the Galaxy one is starting to deteriorate is a pink and navy otterbox symmetry that I got on clearance. I wanted the teal one but it was too light colored and was gonna get dirty too fast. All my cases are a blend of protection/function and style so...

6. what is your ideal hairstyle for yourself?

Just cut my hair again, actually; something short and easy to maintain with bangs to hide my forehead that I don’t like but cutesy. I always go with a chin-length bob with sideswept bangs when I cut my hair so... that’s it. 

7. what’s the first favorite song you can remember having?

The first song that I liked just for myself and not because my parents played it all the time was Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65. I fucking love them. 11-year-old me was all over that early 2000s electropop shit. Going back even earlier, though, I want to say it was Hey Hey (We’re the Monkees) or Last Train to Clarksville by the Monkees because my parents played their favorite music for me and my sister when we were really little and I’d dance to everything. I also really liked the Beatles and Kansas around that time but the Monkees pops into my head more easily.

8. what’s the grossest food anyone has ever tried to make you eat? (and did you eat it?)

OH GOD I’M SCARED OF TRYING NEW FOOD WHEN IT’S NOT MY IDEA. 

No, seriously, I actually cannot think of an answer to this question because I am so afraid that I’m not going to like something new/want to vomit when I try it that I actively avoid trying things when someone tries to shove a forkful of something in my face or encourages me to eat it. So any new food is gross. I get so pissed off when my bf or my parents do this because they KNOW I don’t like to try things unless I decide to do so, myself (because then I’ve mentally prepped and imagined what it tastes like and why it might be good) but they don’t understand my anxiety/aversion. They just think it’s a picky thing. It’s absolutely a ‘I am afraid of vomiting therefore I do not want to risk trying something that might make me gag especially in a public setting’. I don’t even have a strong gag reflex, I just have a texture thing and a phobia of vomit :/

I guess to phone in an answer- at the time cheesy potatoes were my worst enemy. I still don’t like cheese that much, but I’ve learned to like varieties of cheesy potatoes prepared well enough. 

9. would you rather never drink anything but water again, or never eat anything again besides the blandest, most boring necessities?

Ack, this is difficult. I suppose while I like water well enough I suppose I’d rather eat bland necessities because my palate is rather limited anyway and that’s kind of been my diet in general until recently when I’ve been experimenting with cooking. I don’t think I can live without soda or flavored carbonated water.... or alcohol. <.<

10. describe your dream home

Somewhere near an ocean where it’s cool enough that I can have the windows open to air out the house and somehow there are no bugs to fly inside. It’d smell like the ocean and i’d be able to hear it outside. The house would be big enough for my family but small enough that it isn’t too huge with lots of cozy living spaces, a game room, a huge sewing/craft room/office for me with more cozy seating while I work. It’d have a nice, well-stocked kitchen with a dining room close by surrounded by windows that look out at the sea. There’d be windows everywhere, basically, but all surrounded by thick, heavy curtains to draw when it gets dark. There’d be a screened-in patio with comfy deck furniture and maybe a minibar, that overlooks my own private pool (maybe an infinity pool!) and backyard oasis with lots of flowers and trees that mostly blocks anyone from seeing into the yard but has views of the ocean peeking through. The bedrooms would all be large enough and super comfy and my bed would be so, so soft and huge enough so I could fit my partner and several cats (and maybe a small, not smelly dog) comfortably. The master bath would be my own private sanctuary, with heated floors, some seating, a huge, gorgeous bathtub big enough for two people and a separate shower that has multiple heads. Y’know, rich people bathrooms. My pets would have everything they’d ever need (catios, lofty cat highways and lots of scratching posts and toys; a big enough side yard for the dogs to run around and maybe a built in doggy bath to get rid of dog smell lol). Oh, and the entire house would have one of those sweet Sonos sound systems so I could play music all day in each room. <3

That was long and specific...

11. i need u to come up with a brilliant, scathing insult that contains five words or less

Fuck... I can’t think of anything other than “Douchnozzle McCuntWhistle”. Its not scathing as much as it’s ridiculous but I love it.

NEW QUESTIONS:

1) If you could have any animal in the world (currently living or extinct) as your pet, what would it be and why?

2) If money were no object, what would your dream career be? 

3) How many hours of sleep would you get a night if you were free to sleep as much or as little as you wanted?

4) What’s more frustrating, having a great idea (for a fic, costume, song, presentation, anything) and being unable to produce it (either not having the means, motivation, funds, etc) or having all of your tools to create the thing at your disposal but not having any ideas?

5) Describe your favorite meal ever. Including dessert (if there is any).

6) What’s the most-used bookmark on your phone’s browser?

7) What chore do you absolutely hate and wish you would never have to do ever again?

8) It’s the end of your best day ever. What’s happening?

9) Would you rather go skydiving or climb to the top of mt. everest?

10) If you suddenly became rich beyond your wildest dreams, what would be the first thing you’d do with your money?

11) If you could master any skill on earth, regardless of what your current abilities are, what would it be and why?

Aaaaand I tag @magiccatprincess, @vashtijoy, @vagarius, @liarino, @angry-jewish-magical-girl, @cryptid-crusader, @metalliclioness, @amateurcatalyst, @thatlittledandere, @dazesprite and @nakedxtime <3

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In my last post I told you about my great adventure to my local independent bookstore. While there, I was offered the opportunity to sell my books during Rhubarb days this weekend. I’m really excited and have been preparing for weeks. Now that the event is here and I’m as prepared as I’m going to get, I want to share what I did to get ready.

Preparing for the sale

First, I invited a friend and local author who I know has experience selling at events. Chris Bailey, author of The Crystal Key (Starjumper Legacy, Book 1) and the Starjumper Legacy series, Without Chance and Whisper has done many local events including Oddmall and Sumner’s A Victorian Country Christmas, so I knew he could show me the ropes. Also, his daughter is Gator McBumpypants‘s biggest fan and I’ve enjoyed his books, so we can cross-sell and talk each other up. It’s important to know exactly what will be provided by your host and what you are expected to bring. After Chris okayed things with A Good Book he said all we need to bring is a way to take payment and our books. The store is supplying the tables and chairs.

Make sure you have enough books and they are exactly how you want them.

I asked Chris for advice on this as well and ordered more books than I would have otherwise. I thought I would sell the first book the most. His experience was that if you sell the whole set at a discount, you are more likely to sell the whole set. Since I was planning on selling the whole set at a discount already, I ordered only a few extra of the first book, and more of the rest than I had originally imagined.

I also used this re-order to review the books and update them to include online information about the other books and Gator McBumpypants website and facebook on the last page. Because I use Create Space to make my books, I can make these changes for free and it only takes a couple days. The books I ordered arrived a week before expected.

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The next thing to think about is your display. You will want to have:

A table cloth or table skirt (I have not tried this product. I will be using a piece of stretch-velvet fabric)

Book stands to display the books well

Signs so customers don’t have to ask the prices

Business cards – make sure your business cards are up-to-date and appropriate for the books you are selling. I have separate business cards for my adult and children’s books

Email sign-up sheets – I printed sheets with a table with three columns for name, email, and comments. Everyone who signs up gets a copy of the first book in PDF form.

You’ll also want to think about give-aways

I designed and printed bookmarks but I have seen other things like little pins or stickers. Get creative.

One Little Extra

This should be an opportunity to get some great pictures of people enjoying my books, so I’m going to bring photo-release forms in hopes that people will give me permission to use their images for publicity.

Time to promote your sale!

Now that you’re ready. It’s time to get people to come. Because this is a local event, I approached promotion a little differently.

Facebook.com– I created my first event from Gator McBumpypants’s Facebook page. All you have to do is click on Events on the left sidebar and then click Create an Event. Fill out the information, add a nice picture and invite your friends who live nearby. I also shared my event with some local writer pages I follow.

Nextdoor.com– I participate in a neighborhood website on nextdoor.com. I was happy to see that I was also able to set up an event on this page. This is directed to my neighborhood and the close surrounding area, so I hope my event will reach the people most likely to go to Sumner Rhubarb Days.

Blog – This post will go out to Twitter, Google+ and Tumbler.

There you have it. The inside story of how I prepared for my book signing/ sale this weekend at Rhubarb Days in Sumner, WA.

Anything I forgot? What would you do differently? Any fun book signing stories to tell? I would love to hear from you in the comments.

If you are in the Pacific Northwest and are looking for some Free Family Fun this Sunday, July 16th, please come enjoy Rhubarb Days in Sumner. I’ll be signing books in front of A Good Book Bookstore, 1014 Main Street from 11am to 4pm.

      Preparing for a book signing? Here’s what I did. In my last post I told you about my great adventure to my local independent bookstore. While there, I was offered the opportunity to sell my books during Rhubarb days this weekend.