#I am not that literate it is embarassing. but at least I read. I met my goal this year

[shrips]

tagged by @melrosing to list 9 books I want to read this year…

tagging um… @calicobunnyrabbit @sanlupo @kulliare @pngjpeg ?

[quohotos]

did u maybe also read guardians of ga'hoole? could i bother u for some of those owls?

YES! I did read all of them when I was like 11 or 12. Our school library had the full series. I don't remember if I liked owls before I discovered Ga'Hoole, or if I liked owls because of Ga'Hoole but either way it became like my THING for a couple years.

My favorite thing about them was that in the inner cover was all of the main characters illustrated with their names attached, and then in the back cover was four more characters illustrated who you hadn't met yet. I just thought that was so cool, and every time a new character was introduced I would flip back to the end cover and see if it was one of the ones shown off. I'm totally going to steal that technique if I ever get published.

I actually made a clay plant pot that had little (also clay) renditions of these guys pasted onto the side but I can't find it at the moment. If I ever do I'll post a picture of it.

oh, rant time:

I read ALL of the books, and then got two books into the wolf spinoff before I realized I just... didn't super enjoy Lasky's writing. I put up with it because owl but there were a lot of things that really baffled me as I reading. What the fuck was going on with gizzards? And magnets? Why were there always songs? Why did we get two expansion pack maps (wait, no that was cool I'm not complaining about that one)? Why was Soren's brother owl Hitler? I mean that literally, they say like "Hiel Kludd" and goose step and do a little owl salute. Why do all of the books I read as a child have animal Hitler in them??? Are the humans (sorry, others) all dead? Did the owls kill them? Trader Mags tears out the eyes of portraits and trades them, and laments the fact that she's never found violet eyes (is that a fucking Underland Chronicles Reference??? (I don't think it is now but I sure as heck thought so then). Why did it suddenly become first person but for like only one book? Why is Soren related to both Owl Hitler and Owl Jesus? Does Mist actually have magic powers or is she just like that? Why did Soren let his kids drink alcohol? Soren just starts a family off screen like welcome back he's a dad now? Am I allowed to make fun of the fantasy names that are impossible to spell and pronounce or are they actually Native names and I'm gonna appear super racist? God those were violent, like a lot of people died? What's all this shit about owls not pooping, they totally do poop in addition to dropping pelots? This book mislead me and I totally embarassed myself infront of the entire highschool biology class aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I remember walking downtown and going past a local mini movie theater. There were posters up for the Ga'Hoole movie and I was like HOLY FUCKING SHIT LETS GO LETS GO YES YES YES.

And then I saw it and it was just alright. I mean I'm not gonna say it was bad or anything, I don't think Zach Snyder ruined my life or whatnot but it was just okay. I feel like British Soren was anoying but they at least got Twilight correct. Mad they recast the spotted owl because they're native to where I grew up and we love the representation. They rolled the first like four books into one and changed the lore to kind of merge the moon blinking (which just dissipated from the story after book 2?????) with the animal magnetism that brainwashes his sister (fucking magnets again, magnets in the gizzards, how do they work?). Why did they put owl city on the soundtrack? I mean it was obligatory, they had to, but also why?

I did read all of them religiously, and I do have a great appreciation for owls as a result... but I'm just not as attached to them as I am the Underland Chronicles. I feel like they were good books for me as a kid, but I have very little desire to go back and re-read them.

[songmingisthighs]

[11.17] bogart!wooyoung × reader

⇀ as a bogart, wooyoung WORSHIPS mischief. he knows people's fears and he uses them to his advantage, that's all he wants to do in life. that was until he met you.

⇁ this is part of @tohokuu's fantasy collab 💕💕 eeekkkk 💕💕

Wooyoung likes his place. He likes how he instilled so much fear in people and the house he inhabits that it has received a reputation amongst the public.

Every halloween kids would come in to check out the urban legend and every halloween he manage to make at least one kid shit their pants. Thankfully, not literally.

Which is why when you moved into the building he was so surprised. He saw you opened the door and for the first time in forever he felt... weird.

Usually, when people came into the house, they'd look terrified and they look wary. But not you. You had a big smile on your face and you looked hopeful. Those made Wooyoung very much uncomfortable. His first instinct was to plan an attack on you which was what he immediately do.

Through the small gap of the cabinets in the kitchen, Wooyoung spent the first two hours analyzing you. He watched you run back and forth, guiding the movers on where you want your furnitures. He watched you help them move your things in. Heck, he watched you laugh when the movers accidentally broke one of your plates.

Without him realizing, the corner of Wooyoung's lips lifted into a scowl. He couldn't read you. Usually, when people came close to Wooyoung, he could sense their fears. It's like smelling something, you take a whiff and you get notes of things.

But not you, you're a tricky one.

So to 'not waste his time', Wooyoung retreated into the darkness, blocking anything that came from your way, adamant that he'll get to you... just not now.

He thought he wouldn't approach you again until tomorrow after he got his good night sleep. But the universe had other plans.

It was just after Wooyoung finished oggling at the moon and the stars through the window at the attic when he heard sobbing noises. At first, he thought it could be the baby next door or a new ghost. Or even a poltergeist.

Curious, he climbed down the stairs and walked towards the source of the noise.

He peeked his head into your room carefully, assessing the coast first before he walked in.

There he saw you lying on the floor, tiny sobs escaping your lips as pictures spread around you. He saw a picture of you with a girl when you both were children, then another one of your and her and 3 other girls, and the last one was only your friend with the 3 other girls. Wooyoung's eyebrows furrowed in confusion but it was answered as he shifted to the letter next to it. Not to be (more) nosy, he only skimmed the letter but words such as "we're having the best time of our lives," "sucks we're not your priority," "good luck with your life," provided him enough clue as to what happened.

He was too focused on snooping that he didn't realize you had woken and began to sit up.

"You're not as scary as people said you are," you blurted out with raspy, sleep-filled voice.

Wooyoung jumped and stumbled back. His leg caught onto something and he fell ass first to the floor.

For the first time ever, someone had beaten him in terms of scaring and he couldn't help but be extremely embarassed.

Usually, when Wooyoung's embarrassed, his temper rose and he'd blew up on people. But when he saw you laughing at him, he couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous the situation is.

"So you know what I am ?" He asked you, blushing for some reason.

You nodded and gave him a small smile after you finished laughing, "yeah, I do. and honestly, a dude is not something I imagined," you raised an eyebrow at him. Wooyoung opened his arms wide to show you his figure, "well, this is my favourite form yet. Quite nice huh?" He grinned.

People had warned you before you moved into the house of the terrors that await you. How previous tenants moved out after just a few days. The longest lasting only for 3 weeks.

But Wooyoung doesn't scare you at all. In fact, he really does seem nice.

At that moment, though unspoken, you both knew that you are what the other has been looking for.

[guardianofrivendell]

Uh, so I'mma request something because I really like your writing and want more of your wonderful Aragorn fics in my life. So, I was thinking some headcannons about what it would be like to date/be in a relationship with Aragorn before, during and/or after the fellowship? Thanks man, and take as long as you need!💕

A/N: I am STRUGGLING with sleepover requests, my own series (PS and DAKT) and some new stuff so I turned to my stack of ‘normal’ requests to try and write something different. Et voilà!

@katethewriter I took a lot longer than I should have with these and I’m so sorry! I’m leaning more towards the Hobbit era lately (I’m really turning into a Dwarf simp here), and I’m neglecting the fellowship members. Unforgivable! 

I interpreted this as how your relationship would develop while on the quest to destroy the ring and you’re not actually together at the start of it. Also maybe slightly OOC Aragorn. 

A/N 2: It has some nsfw hints (not much), I couldn’t help myself and it’s very unlike Aragorn I think but I’m not sorry. Also this turned out really long, I am sorry for that. 

A/N 3: Just like my other headcanons, this doesn’t make much sense so best to simply ignore this. I really don’t know what this is... :) 

Being In a Relationship With Aragorn On The Quest Would Go Like This:

Aragorn had met you in some seedy pub 

Not his first choice to take shelter from the weather but after days and days of endless rain and trudging through mud it was almost nice to be there

at least he was able to dry his clothes and have a warm meal 

he was surprised to see someone like you there 

surprised but concerned too 

for your wellbeing that is 

every single person in that bar had his eyes on you the minute you moved

Aragorn had too but for entirely different reasons

at least that’s what he told himself

so the minute one of those drunk lads laid a hand on you he was on his feet

knight in shining armor ranger clothes

before he got to you, you had floored and knocked out your assailant, threatening the others they would suffer the same fate if they tried something similar

Aragorn stood frozen in place, completely mesmerized by you

and maybe a tad bit aroused too

the life of a ranger is very lonely after all

you winked at him and left the bar shortly after

Aragorn couldn’t get you out of his head 

but what were the odds he would ever run into you again

he even returned to that godawful place a few times

a guy can hope right

you can imagine his surprise when he saw you in Rivendell

attending the secret council

he was jaw on the floor surprised

he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you

on the outside he was the cool ranger of the north, bringer of Hobbits, inventor of the Sexy But Still Rough Around The Edges Stare™

while on the inside he was  f r e a k i n g  o u t 

because there you were, finally within reach 

but then Frodo had to sacrifice himself 

and Aragorn could not not go with him 

he absolutely lost it when you volunteered as well

there was no way you were going to put your life on the line like that

you scoffed at his remark

wait did he said that out loud?

“I can handle myself just fine.”

Oh he knew that

Flashes of the bar fight filled his mind

it filled something else too 😏

so Aragorn had set himself a second goal  

besides getting Frodo and the ring to Mordor he now vowed to keep you safe as well

and to make you his by the time you would arrive at Mordor

but we all know how smooth that will go do we 

the first few days and weeks it went reasonably well 

you have to read that as ‘he didn’t embarass himself in front of you’

because there was no progress at all on any other front

you seemed to prefer the company of the Hobbits over him or any other member of the fellowship

he tried to make conversation with you every time you walked near him 

A+ for effort

when the Crebain flew over his instinct was to make sure Frodo (and Sam because those two were attached at the hip) was out of sight

after that he searched for you, but Legolas had already pulled you under the bushes with him

surely the feeling in his stomach was the fault of the Lembas bread

because Aragorn doesn’t get jealous

but then the same thing happened in Moria

you weren’t a fan of the dark and claustrophobic mines so he let you walk up front with Gandalf and Frodo near the light of Gandalf’s staff 

with him right behind you of course 

when the Orcs and Troll attacked, he tried to stay near you 

keep an extra eye out for you, driving the Orcs away who were trying to get to you

it was you together with Legolas who defeated the troll, high fiving each other over a job well done

okay fine maybe Aragorn did get jealous this time

like he had done his best to protect you but did you notice?

then when Gandalf fell you surprisingly turned to him for comfort

leaving Legolas, Gimli and Boromir to comfort the Hobbits

take that Leaf Boi

even though it felt really good to hold you, he knew you couldn’t stay there

so he ordered everyone to get going, taking the lead

and then Lothlorien happened

a forest that was both magical and romantic

perfect setting for a love confession right

when he finally got you alone he chickened out at the last moment

because OF cOUrsE

luckily for him you did not

you almost knocked him over in your attempt to kiss him  

he eagerly reciprocated the kiss though

no complaints there

but he also explained that even though he wanted this, the quest and Frodo had to come first

which you respected and understood, but you were also willing to test his resolve 👀

you didn’t tell the others 

but they didn’t need an explanation, it’s not like you two were subtle

he held your hand whenever he could 

Gimli couldn’t help but commenting on it, Aragorn explaining it was to prevent you from falling or tripping

“Lad, you’re sitting down in a boat...”

cue roaring laughter and flushed cheeks on Aragorn

although the fellowship supported your relationship they couldn’t help but tease Aragorn relentlessly

lots of sneaky forehead kisses

during the rest of the quest Aragorn did his best to keep you out of harm’s way 

to your own frustration of course, you weren’t helpless or as fragile as he made you seem

you fought alongside Boromir when Uglúk shot him 

they took Merry and Pippin and dragged you away from Boromir’s body

the one time Aragorn wasn’t at your side and you got kidnapped

you weren’t going to hear the end of this 

needless to say Aragorn was indeed beside himself with worry 

he couldn’t get a break 

first Frodo gone, then Boromir shot and now it seemed he failed his promise to himself

enter brooding Aragorn

but he knew you were brave and could take care of yourself - you had repeated that countless times - so he was sure he was going to find you 

AND HE DID

after three days of running with a dartling Elf and a wheezing Dwarf they bumped into Éomer and his horse gang

before he could ask Éomer if he saw you or the Hobbits, one of his riders jumped off their horse and made a beeline for him 

Legolas notched an arrow and Gimli raised his axe but you simply shoved them aside and threw your arms around Aragorn

relieved kisses 

the hug lasted several minutes until Legolas cleared his throat

oh right... audience

you shared a horse with Aragorn on the way to Edoras

while with King Théoden Aragorn kept an arm around your waist or a hand on the small of your back the entire time

as if he had to make sure you were still there

Éowyn who?

The Battle of Helm’s Deep was torture for Aragorn

he wanted to stay with you but you both knew you would be too distracted by each other 

it took him a while to find you after the battle was won 

few years of his life were lost in panic

but of course you were alright, already helping with the wounded

now it was his turn to sweep you off your feet

quite literally too 

as the quest progressed, it became clear to Aragorn that he had to take up his rightful place as the King of Gondor when the time came 

so during the victory feast after Helm’s Deep he took you outside for a walk

cue comments and whistling from Gimli 

but Aragorn only wanted to talk to you 

to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into if you stayed with him 

were you ready to be the spouse of a King?

of course he made it seem as if he was going to ditch you 

because that man is angst embodied 

everything to keep you safe right?

luckily as soon as it was clear that no, he wasn’t going to ditch you and yes, this was kind of a hastily thrown together proposal in a way, you kissed him saying that as long as you were at his side you were ready for anything

as long as you were together

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[erule]

I bet I would | Chapter 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: you finally meet the guy you hooked up with. And he seems very nice. Enjoy the last chapter! 

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, angsty, language, mention of alcohol, a bit of self-loathing.

Read part 1 here.

Story under the cut!

Saying that your legs are about to give out would be an understatement. After several attempts made by Kylie to convince you to accept the invitation of Tom Holland, aka Peter Parker in the Marvel movies, aka frickin’ Spider-Man, you have finally agreed to see him. Kudos to him, actually, because he kept asking you out, even after you declined his offer every day for three whole days. You actually don't mind that much, because he looks genuinely nice and funny. You've only seen a few videos in which he does an interview with some dogs because you don't want to spoil the surprise, nor the opinion you have got of him for now. Kylie also noticed that you left him impressed for sure to keep asking you out and you answered, sarcastically, that maybe he did very much like your hook up. Well, you liked it too, but it’s not the point. You’re not the girl he met that night. You’re shy, clumsy, awkward, not confident at all. That’s why you told him that he wouldn’t have liked you out of that bathroom. Sadly for you, alcohol is not a superpower, so you couldn’t drink before your date with Tom at the park. 

You let out a sigh, dipping your face into your hands as you sit on the bench. You would just like to sink into the bowels of the earth. That would be the right punishment for the fact that you will definitely waste the time of a guy who is not only handsome, but also talented like him. Maybe you should just go home and not even introduce yourself, even if that would be disrespectful to Tom. Tom, who you gave access to the most intimate parts of your body. Literally. You haven't stopped thinking about what happened between you, not even for one night. You remember the way you clung to his shoulders, the way your fingers came down unchallenged on his arms and the lightness of his mouth on your collarbone. If you think about it, you still get chills. But now you have to stop. He's here. And damn, he’s so beautiful.

“Hi. Finally we got the chance to meet in person and not drunk,” he says with a smile. You get up, trying to stay still on your own legs, but it’s hard. You offer him a hand to shake, but he chuckles. “I think that we’re already past that though, don’t you think?”

You gulp, nodding. Every inch of your body is burning from embarassment, now.

“You’re right,” you reply, nervous. You almost whispered, actually.

“Can we please go somewhere else?” He asks, looking around.

“Are there your fans?”

He opens his mouth, surprised, but then he licks his lips, nodding. He almost seems sorry about this situation.

“So you know, uh?”

“What? That you’re Spider-Man?” You joke and he laughs.

“Yeah, I am Spider-Man. But I wish I could be just Peter Parker all the time, actually,” he says and something in you, a tiny part of you, gains again a crumb of confidence while looking at him. He’s not sorry, he’s tired.

“Come with me, Peter,” you say and you take his hand just a second before some fans run to him.

You didn’t have an idea, but now you’re thinking fast and something comes up to your mind. The only place that no one knows of is actually your flat, the only place that neither the fans or Tom saw. So you bring him there. Your audacity surprises you once again, but maybe you could just get used to it now. You push Tom into the flat and leave the curious neighbors and fans behind. The street seems to get noisy out there, but at least for now you are safe and no one seems to have figured out exactly where you are hiding. Tom is laughing heartily, a hand on his chest and you notice only now, in the light of a setting sun, his crinkles to the eyes.

“You’re absolutely crazy,” he says, between the laughs. “In a positive way, of course!” He adds fast, looking at you and you smile at him.

“Look Tom, I know who you are, but this doesn’t change anything between us. I only saw some interviews starring you and a bunch of puppies – that were adorable, by the way –, nothing more. You’re still the mystery guy, to me,” you say.

His expression soften at your words. He really seems a very cute and nice guy now, not the hot one you hooked up with the other night. Maybe if those two features can live in him, they can also live in you. You can be confident and shy and the same time.

He comes closer to you, brushing your hips just with his fingertips and you feel many small electric shocks going down your back. His eyes are golden under the light of the dying sun and he’s making your heart race faster and faster.

“I told you that I would have still liked you,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead. It’s like every sweet thing in the world touched you all at once. You feel protected into his arms.

You bite your inner cheek.

“No, you don’t. You don’t know me, Tom. I’m not the confident and drunk girl you met the other night at the pub. That part of me doesn’t exist in real life,” you say.

“Are you saying that it was all a dream? Damn, I didn’t realize that!” He jokes and you sigh, covering a little smile. “Hey, I don’t even know your name. Let me get to know you, maybe I’ll just like you. I’m not interested in something that won’t last,” he says and when you look up to him in order to observe him, he seems honest.

“It’s Y/N,” you say.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I think that I will like you.”

“How are you so sure of that? I don’t like me either,” you reply, getting away from him, from his warm embrace.

“Because I saw you when I entered in that pub. You were waiting for your friend to come and you stopped to talk to the bartender, who seemed very sad and you kept talking to him even when she arrived. You’re a good person Y/N, I just know that. It’s not your confidence that led me to you, it’s your heart,” he answers. You swallow, while your eyes are slowly becoming watery and he smiles at you. “See? You can be cute and hot.”

You laugh, hugging him.

“I like you, Peter,” you say, “but I like your English accent more.”

He chuckles.

“Does that turn you on, darling?”

You close your eyes, while his fingers are already wandering under your shirt.

“You can bet on it.” 

Main Masterlist

Peter Parker Masterlist

Tom Holland Masterlist

[tobioslune]

thought i knew you well

ypairing: Kageyama Tobio x reader

genre: angst (bc i like hurting myslf)

now playing: In My Head - Ariana Grande

a/n: lmao so like it’s literally abt to be 3am and i’d rather do this than any of my 20 missing works. I’ve been listening to a lot of ariana grande recently and like i love the idea of basing fics from songs. I really love kags this is just a concept that i’ve thought abt :’D Also really sorry the layout of the fic is weird, i tried making it so that the lyrics that came in first in the song did so too in here. But idk if it made sense???

Painted a picture, I thought I knew you well.

See, I have a tendancy to see things as something they are not, and our relationship was one of those things. You seemed so sincere, understanding and so good at listening. But now I can’t even tell if my memories of those moments were actually what happened. Did you really tell me about that one embarassing thing you did in elementary? Did we actually share some of our secrets behind that one tree in the school yard? I see you hanging out with new people as if these things never really happened, it’s like we didn’t even know each other. 

My imagination's too creative, They see demon I see angel

“King”, you’ve always hated that nickname and you told me why. Why you were burdened with guilt and hurt in your last game in Kitagawa. How you felt bad for treating people badly. Some friends of mine told me that you still had some of that behavior but I didn’t believe them. I saw past all that, past your microagressions and mood swings. I assumed you just needed time, time which I gave. Time that I think I’ve wasted, because look at you now, thriving without me. Opening things up to people in a week, which took me months to learn.

Look at you, boy, I invented you

You never really had any other hobbies before, so introduced you to some of mine. I took you to cafes, watched movies with you, painted with you, read you mangas and books, I even woke up early to go on jogs with you. But why am I hearing that you’re doing that with someone else now? You said in one of your interviews that some of your favorite things to do is paint and read. Funny how I showed all those to you and now it’s like you found them all on your own. 

I thought that you would need me

Never really said this to you before but I love when you needed me, or at least when you would act like you do. When you would ask me to stay with you to practice some more when Hinata had to go home, when you’d send me messages past 9pm to say that you miss me, or when you’d pull on the hem of my sleeve as a way of asking me to hug you. All that’s gone now, what happened? Was I just there to fill in an amount of time?

Needed something to believe in

I knew you were new to this and I knew what I was doing when I wanted to be with you, but looking back now, did I make a mistake? I would remember myself looking at you from a distance wondering if what I was doing was enough or if you really did like me, and honestly I’m still not sure. You weren’t that good at communicating so I’d take your small gestures as something to hold on to, something that I’d believe in to reassure myself in. Was I wrong?

Thought that you were the one

Despite everything, I really thought we would last. I really thought we would be able to push through obstacles that would come crashing our way. Did we get tired? Was the strenght we had together not enough? It must have been one of those or maybe something else that could explain why we’re apart right now.

I saw your potential without seeing credentials

I knew you were strong and I knew you were a hardworking person even if I’ve just heard rumors about you. Even when I hadn’t seen you play before I knew you had so much potential in you. I already knew you were an amazing person, even though I hadn’t met you.

Never thought that you would leave me but here we are, or aren’t. I really thought you loved me, thought that we would last. 

It was all in my head

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 : Suffocate (it’s 3am i’m drunk again)

🡪chapter 1

College Enemies To Lovers AU

characters // masterlist // instagrams // mood board 

So when you think you're all alone No one's help to come around Drop like flies and improvise And I know now that I will someday And I know that I will suffocate

                       I felt extremely lucky that we had a window. Not only was the sight interesting, but sticking my head out to feel the cool air from the night always made me feel better. I kept the lights closed, even if I normally don't particularly like to be in the dark, and lighted a vanilla and rose candle, making the smell invade the whole room. I didn't know if it would bother Niall or not, but he said he would probably not sleep here so I didn't worry for too long and just enjoyed my alone time until I heard a knock at the door. It was soft, almost timid, and the thought that it could be Niall's girlfriend, the girl that I had met a few hours before, made me hold my breath. I didn't want to answer but I finally got up and unlocked the door, opening it only slightly. I met Louis' eyes and my lips immediately curled.  He dived his hands in his pockets and moved his shoulders up in an embarrassed but cute way.

"Hey, you." he just said in a gentle tone. "Am I disturbing?"

He was, but I didn't care. Suddenly, the will to be alone all evening was replaced with the need to be with someone, someone like Louis. I had no idea why but somehow, I felt connected to him even if I had met him only a few hours ago.

"Mm no," I admitted, letting the right corner of my lips move up. "Are you drunk?"

His face scrunched up in grimace and I chuckled low. "Tipsy, more like." he confessed. "I was about to get in my room, saw your door, and here I am. I don't know why I knocked."

I let my eyes roam down on him then back up in his eyes. "Wanna come in? I'm alone."

He nodded and I moved away to let him in before closing the door behind him and locking it. I felt safer now that he was there but I was so used to lock the doors that I didn't even think about it. I showed my bed with a hand movement and he sat on it as I sat in front of him, leaning my back on my pillow. We stared at each other for a while and I licked my lips.

"So, how was the party?" I finally asked in a low tone, tilting my head a bit.

"Meh, boring." he admitted with a chuckle, turning around and leaning his back on the wall. "I knew you were alone, I saw Niall with his hands in some girl's pants. Can't remember her name to save me life. Hell he probably doesn't know her name either."

For some reason, his words made me laugh. "Why am I not surprised? He sounds like a total jerk."

Louis' smile turned into a sad one and he looked away, the back of his head pressed on the wall, and then looked back at me. "He's not a bad guy, trust me."

i didn't know Louis much but I did trust him... except with it came to my new roommate. Okay, maybe Niall was a good guy, I honestly had no idea. All I knew was that he irritated me to the point of wanting to jump on it and hit him in the face. The thought was violent and I would never do something like that, but Niall made something stir in my stomach, and not in the good way. I didn't hate him, I just wanted him to be as far as possible from me at all times.

"How did you two meet?" I just asked, making Louis' eyebrows raise. "He's your friend, isn't he? You seem to know him quite well."

The truth was, I could hear the affection he had for Niall in the tone of his voice and in the choice of his words. I was normally quite good to know how people felt. Was it nostalgia?

"We met when we were teenagers, became inseparable and both played for the football team of our school." he finally admitted, before sighing. "Then he busted his knee and I went professional. Sort of. That brought us apart, I guess."

I stared at Louis, a bit shocked that he would spill all of this to me because after all, he barely knew me, but somehow, it made me think that perhaps, he felt the same connection for me that I felt for him. Or maybe he was just drunker than he wanted to admit.

"Why are you here if you could make a career out of it?" I asked gently, trying not to be rude about it.

"Got in a bad place mentally." he replied after a while, staring in front of him without really looking at anything. "Then literally hurt myself physically."

I remained quiet, knowing it was probably a touchy subject, and waited until he blinked a few times and turned his head to me again, leaning it back on the wall.

"I'm sorry." I just whispered, making him smile sadly again.

"Don't be, love." he quickly replied in a low tone. "I'm good now, and I've always wanted to be a teacher anyway. Kids are cool. I have plenty of younger siblings so I know how kids work."

"Let me guess, P.E. teacher?"

He laughed and nodded, making me nod too and lick my lips. If there was one thing I hated in school, it was the gym class. I've never faked sick more than to miss this class and I didn't regret it one second.

"I hate sports." I admitted, raising my nose up. "Are you the type to work out and eat healthy and go to the gym 6 days a week?"

His face twisted in a grimace and I laughed louder than intended.

"No fucking way. I sort of had to when I played but now I just... no." I chuckled and we remained silent for a while before his lips curled into an other smile. "What about you, love? What are you studying in?"

"Art." I replied. "I pretty much do everything but painting is what I prefer. I know I won't be able to be a great artist and pay the bills with it but, I guess I'd like to work in museums. If you can't become an artist you can at least live surrounded by art."

"Why so defeatist?" he frowned, playing with the cigarette behind his ear. "You could as well live from it."

How could I tell him that I lost all hope and that I was too tired and scared to get back on my feet and try again? How could I tell him that I felt like a failure so obviously, everything I created felt like failures, too?

"Do you know many painters that made a living out of it?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, a bit amused. "Before their death I mean."

"To be honest, love, I don't know any painter." he laughed, making me laugh too.

"And I don't know any footballer."

His face lighted up and I pressed my lips together. "Well, I guess we have a lot to teach each other, don't we?"

I nodded and chuckled, still looking at him. It was weird to think fate had put Louis on my path and I felt so lucky that a sensation of warmth grew in my stomach. I've never thought that I could have a sister soul ever in my life but if I had to guess. i would say Louis really fitted the description. Of course, it seemed pre-matured to feel something like that for someone, but isn't that what sister souls were all about?

"So tell me darling, why did you change school in the middle of the year?" he said, asking the question I dreaded and making me look down immediately. I started playing with my fingers and licked my lips but he kept talking before I could answer. "You have to expect that question a lot, you know."

I looked up in his eyes, knowing he was right, but I just raised my shoulders. "It's a long story."

"You don't have to tell me." he quickly added, moving his upper body a bit closer to me.

"No, I don't mind, it's just-"

I could feel my heart beat harder knowing I was about to tell someone I barely knew everything that had happened to me in the past two years, as embarassing and pathetic asit was, but I didn't have time to talk : the door opened so roughly that it ended up hitting the wall in a light thud despite the doorstop. Louis and I both quickly looked up as Niall staggered in, pushing the door again to close it. He walked in the room slowly, lurching until his legs hit the side of his bed, and let himself fall on it before a laughter boomed out of his lips.

"Neil, you okay?"

"Stop fucking calling me that!" my new roommate let out.

Louis got up and walked to his friend as I watched, trying not to move at all. I didn't want to get involved in this and mostly, I didn't want Niall to notice me, I knew he was not happy to share his room with someone, especially not a girl, and I felt like getting his attention would remind him of how annoyed he was.

"Niall, come on, let me help you." Louis argued, trying to take off his friend's shoes as Niall moved one of his legs.

"Mommy Louis, I can do this myself." he groaned low, grabbing one of his pillows and throwing it. It passed between Louis and I, not even close to hit either of us, and Niall started laughing again. "What are you doing here anyway, Lou?"

I was surprised at how well he could express himself despite being so intoxicated but I remained silent as I watched Louis take Niall's shoes off and let them fall on the floor next to his bed.

"I was keeping company to your new roommate."

I held my breath as Niall turned his head to look at me. We stared in each other's eyes for a few seconds and once again, I felt like he could read me in a way no one else could and it made me swallow hard.

"Oh yea, I almost forgot about her." he let out with a chuckle. "Hello Devon, how was your evening?"

In his mouth, my name sounded dirty, almost smutty, and I felt a shiver run up my spine. This guy clearly knew what he was doing, even when he was drunk, and it bothered me.

"Did my best friend Louis make you feel better about yourself? Less alone? Did he mend your little broken heart? Did he-"

"Niall, shut up." Louis cut him with a sigh.

"Did that stupid girl you were with enjoy your tiny cock?" I just threw at him.

A silence fell as they both stared at me, eyes wide and an expression of surprise on their face, and at the same time, Louis' lips curled and Niall burst into laughter.

"Told you she was a cheeky little thing!" Niall let out, glancing at his best friend before laughing some more.

He finally sat up and I frowned as I looked at him and after a few seconds, he got up, wobbling slightly on his feet. It's only when he undid his belt that I realized what he was trying to do and so did Louis who simply pushed him back on the bed, making Niall laugh even harder.

"She doesn't want to see your willy, mate."

"Maybe she needs to see it." Niall argued, making Louis shake his head.

"Sleep." Louis replied, ignoring his comment. "You need it. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Niall groaned and moved his hand near Louis' face to tell him to leave before turning around on the bed, now facing the wall. I watched the scene and when my eyes met Louis, he was rolling his. He walked up to me, bending down in front of me and licked his lips.

"Are you gonna be okay, love?" he asked in a whisper. "I can bring him in my room if you prefer."

I breathed in and stared at him for a few seconds. I had no idea why Louis was so nice with me but it was such a good change that I decided to just take it all in. I decided to accept his kindness and let it get to me, even if I knew it could easily turn against me and hurt me.

"No, it's cool. It's his room, too." I finally breathed, licking my lips. "I'll be alright."

Louis nodded a few times. "If you need anything, i'm not too far, don't hesitate."

I nodded and he sent me a smile before getting up and walking to the door. My gaze followed him and when he turned around, he winked at me and closed the door behind himself. I spent a few minutes just watching Niall's back and finally got up to lock the door and get changed. I tried to be quiet but when I finally lied down in bed in my sweatpants, Niall had turned around and was smiling at me. I felt my heart skip a beat, anticipating what he could say to me and I just pressed my lips, holding my breath.

"What?" I finally asked in a low tone after a few intense seconds of staring.

"Nothing. You're just... intriguing."

My eyebrows raised and my heart twisted in my chest at his words. Intriguing? What did that even mean? I always felt like a pretty ordinary person. An average girl who was not really good at anything. At some point in my life, I thought I was good at painting and not so bad at photography but then everything changed and the truth hit me right in the face. I was average and I would always be.

"Intriguing?"

"Yea. Why are you here? Who the hell are you?" he let out with a small frown. "And why do you..." he stopped himself and shook his head, leaving me wondering what he was going to say.

After a while, I filled my lungs with air again and blinked a few times. I was getting used to the darkness and could see the traits of his face quite well, even from so far.

"You're not gonna throw up, are you?" I just asked.

For some reason, I didn't want this discussion to end. Niall was right, I was lonely, and the presence of someone, even someone as annoying as him, was comforting. At least for tonight.

"Don't worry darling, I can hold my liquor. I'm irish."

"Oh yea. It shows." I let out sarcastically.

"Oh babe, you have no idea how much I drank." he chuckled. "Plus, I'm not even that drunk."

"You could barely stand on your feet when you walked in."

His nose raised up and he groaned. "I could walk on a straight line, want me to show you?"

"No!"

He laughed a bit and finally, his smirk turned into a small smile.

"Welcome to your new school and your new room, Devon Eaton."

---

I groaned when I woke up the next day and rubbed my eyes, turning around in my bed and throwing the covers over my head. I had forgotten to close the curtain and now. the sun was invading the whole room. It was sunday and I had planned to visit around if only to make sure I could find where I needed to go for my classes and not be late on the first few days. Now that it was time to do it, I didn't really feel like it anymore.

After a few minutes and a long sigh, I pushed the covers and sat up but when I turned around, I jumped, noticing Niall was staring at me. He started laughing again and I closed my eyes, trying to get my heart to beat at a normal speed again.

"That's fucking creepy."

"You snore." he pointed out with an amused smile. "Not very loudly but it's still quite disturbing. Has anyone ever tell you that you're annoying?"

"Me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Unbelievable." I added under my breath.

"What's your plan for today?"

I looked up at him as he kept his eyebrows raised, waiting for my answer. I didn't want to tell him what I had really planned and I had no idea why he even asked me. There was no way in hell that he really cared. I thought about the conversation we had only a few hours earlier, when he was drunk, and it made me realize that he didn't even seem hungover.

"Staying as far as possible from you." I just replied, getting up and grabbing some clothes.

I could still hear him laugh after I closed the door to the bathroom and leaned my forehead against it to calm myself. I knew having a roommate wouldn't be easy but I didn't think it would be that bad.

I dressed up quickly, hoping that he would be gone when I was done, but when I opened the door again, he was still sitting on his bed, holding himself with his arms behind him and once again, that position made my eyes linger on him for a bit too long. I was expecting him to mention it but he didn't. Instead, he got up and walked up closer to me, passing his hand in his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry for almost showing you my cock last night."

"It's okay, no harm." I just replied, a bit taken aback that he would actually apologize.

He let his eyes roam on my face, studying me and I couldn't help but do the same. The blue around his pupils was so light I couldn't help but admit to myself that he was pretty, and I hated it.

"Perhaps, having you as a roommate will be entertaining." he added with a low chuckle. "More than I expected at first."

His lips curled more and he took a few steps back to reach the door. I wanted to answer something but nothing came up. My mind was blank. I didn't want to be entertaining to him or to anybody, really. I just wanted to stay under the radar, the way I couldn't seem to stay at my old uni.

"I'll see you tonight, maybe?"

He didn't wait for my answer and just left. That was the good thing about this : i knew I would have to put up with him only at night time, at least, most days, and I could completely forget about him when I was in class or with friends, if I could just make some. The thought started stressing me and Louis' face came to mind.

I stared at the door, staying in the silent room for a few more minutes before grabbing my phone. I didn't want to be annoying but I decided to just text Louis and ask him what he was doing today. Quickly, his answer popped up and made me smile.

'Spending the day with you, f'course!'

[torivikachu]

I was just listening to Hamilton AGAIN - yeah I just put it on while working all the time - and it just hit me how really relatable Hamilton (or I mean, Lin-Manuel's interpretation of him) is. well, at least for me.

if you're wondering if this is worth your time it is NOT

anybody except me likes lists? I like lists. so let's make a list!

also let's see how many quotes can I fit into this post

whoa, I am excited about it.

1. the moment he meets Aaron Burr, he just sorta searches for something to bond over. like, hey dude I heard you went to Princeton? I wanna go there too, let's bond over it! by the way, I punched someone there lol I swear I am not stupid aand Burr, like um, no, thanks really, I better go, you seem violent, my parents wanted me to go there, okay, and Ham like WHOA YOU AN ORPHAN? WOW I AM TOO IT'S LIKE FATE OR SOMETHING LETS BOND and Aaron like wtf dude just shut up

and honestly that's just me, if I meet a person I like I will latch onto anything and I get sorta...fixated? so yeah, this dialogue is relatable as fuck

2. and Alex doesn't shut up, but then he goes all or am I talking too much?

bro, your anxiety shows.

3. and he keeps ranting all through the show, but his rants seem to charm everybody while I think mine just annoy and scare away? whatever, moving on, with Washington asking him why are you upset and he's replying IM NOT like a fucking teenager and it's probably a small thing but it's relatable as hell

4. and then once he is given permission he dives and buries himself into work, never does things halfway and is eager to take on more responsibilities and do something new and is just generally non-stop and while I can only wish for same energy as he, I like to have a lot of work aswell (well I sure as hell whine about it a lot but Hamilton does too! what's with I havent slept in a week I was weak I was awake you've never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break)

5. he's flirty and has no qualms with innuendos. and very forward with his feelings? like you strike me like a woman who has never been satisfied sounds like a pickup line that either gonna win him a lot more than a number or fail miserably. he's like going all out, wearing his heart on his sleeve, and if it takes fighting a war for us too meet it will have been worth it and like seriously? yeah, flirt with every person in the room without skipping a beat, why not? he literally said on one intake of breath mr lafayette hard rock like lancelott i think your pants look hot laurens i like you a lot. he compliments people, he just throws it out instantly, most times he meets someone for the first time he compliments them and it's kind of my strategy too? it's not even a strategy, I just blurt out everything I like about a person once I meet them. it's like embarassing, because I liked a piece of jewelery on my co-worker once, and she was talking about something important while I could barely keep up because I kept thinking wow it looks great I gotta let her know. this strange need of mine to voice all thoughts annoys even me sometimes,

6. and then again, when he is angry or doesn't like something, it's painfully obvious. I don't tend to sprout profanities to people I don't like or saying stuff like madison you mad as hatter son take your medicine or you must be out of your GODDAMN mind or you absolutely right John should have shot him in mouth that would've shut him up but I can't school my face so it is always transparent what I am thinking about so my dislike is noted and not appreciated. it got me into enough embarassing situations. actually when studied in lyceum (like a sort of highschool) we had a principal and she addressed us as children and told us to call her mom and every time I was like WHAT THE HELL. I remember her eyes landing on me one time she said that and she almost did a doubletake at my facial expression. so the I'M NOT YOUR SON sentiment is not lost on me.

7. he speaks his mind when he thinks advice is in order? um if you love this woman go get her or for once in your life take a stand with pride. I tend to do it too, because I get winded up pretty fast, and I don't think it's always wise, because it's easy to judge from outside. I am pretty much sure that is the reason one of my friends back from school stopped talking to me. she had a bit of situation with her boyfriend and I still think her boyfriend is a piece of shit and she shouldn't have accepted him back, but whatever. wasn't my place to give advice, apparently

8. he gets overexcited? gentlemen of the jury I am curious bear with me are you aware that we are making history? like really I can't imagine ever getting like that at court. well I can imagine, because I get overexcited too, but saying that out loud? i'd be mortified

9. he's never satisfied? I know I already sorta covered it already, but it's more about him eager to learn and do more and feeling that what he's done and learnt is not enough, never enough. I so feel him on this, it's like yeah sure I know 4 languages, but that can't be enough can it? yeah I've got one degree but that's just ONE DEGREE that's like minimum I gotta get more

10. I know I talk too much I'm abrasive and I am not quoting Hamilton I am talking about myself thank you very much

11. he's a whiny bitch: but they don't have a plan they just hate mine -oh yes- or whatever it is Jefferson started it -huh yes sure-

12. forgetting your sons birthday? I forget my own age, sis. these little details just escape my attention. I like forgot it was my boyfriend's birthday this year - we literally live in the same flat. it took me a couple hours and a reminder from facebook. literally. and then I'll try to get away - hahaha it's like me saying to my parents - oh sure I'll some visit in a couple of months (they live in another part of the country) and then in a half a year being like oh wow when was the last time I went home

13. oh, here comes some more heavy stuff - say no to this. I was in a couple situations where I lost this battle. I think I have some polyamorous tendencies? but I am also very posessive and jealous, yeah, not a great mix, I know. so, I might have sorta dated two girls at one time once. well, not really dated, we were just bi-curious with one? we were friends, just... um, trying things. and then at some point I met another girl and it escalated pretty quickly and we sorta got together (oh my god the whole situation was a mess I was so confused about my sexuality back then and so ashamed you have no idea) and I didn't break it off with the first girl, but it was okay since we weren't... a thing? they knew each other but had no idea I slept with both of them. well we haven't really gotten that far with the first one but. and then the other asked at some point if she's the only one I do this with and I lied and a month into this endeavor I realized it was too much and sorta stopped seeing the first girl. we also stopped being close friends pretty soon afterwards. all my "lovestories" are embarassing actually, but this one is also the one I am most ashamed of. and then there were many situations in life when I was attracted to multiple people at the same time and ugh, I don't know, I kind of hate it, honestly. cheating is not okay. it is okay if everybody is okay with the polyamorous relationship though, but I never got to do it. so, yeah Ham's a dick but so am I

and on that depressing note I wanna wrap it up because I sorta killed the mood with that story. i think that's called oversharing?

if you actually read it to this point - wtf, you have nothing better to do or what?

I am not even gonna tag it so people don't have to scroll over that shit while searching for good content really I just like writing

the whole time I've been writing this my cat just kept staring at me. unblinkingly. I can feel her JUDGING ME

[softolivarry]

What if you just kiss him? | olivarry au

Barry realized he was bisexual after a very looong period of time of him doubting everything he had ever known.

It wasn't because Joe and Iris wouldn't accept him, it was because maybe he couldn't accept himself.

Because Barry "Of course I'm straight" Allen have been telling that lie for so long that he believed it, and discarded every thought other than friendly towards literally every person he met.

But the moment he realized was after Cisco started joking with him.

"Dude, you literally dropped everything to go to another city!" He teased him, holding his laughter while drinking his slushie.

"There's nothing deep about it, Oliver's a good friend" Barry smiled, taking it the importance.

"Oh! Oh!" Cisco dramatized while pressing his hands on the table "I'm getting a vibe!"

Barry immediately was walking towards him "What? What are you seeing?"

"Oh false alarm" he moved his hair to its place "It wasn't that kind of vibe" the speedster looked at him, confused "Just my gaydard screaming" he smirked at the flush of Barry's cheeks.

"Wh-What do you mean?" He instantly started to stutter.

"Oh come on dude, haven't you at least thought you might not be thaat straight?"

After a lot of tests and searching around in google, he was more than sure he wasn't straight.

And when he teamed again with Oliver, it all clicked.

Shit! He had a major crush on his vigilante partner.

When he came back from Star City, he arrived the cortex only to find Cisco and Caitlin working in something he didn't really care.

"How did it go with Mr. Queen?" the latino moved his eyebrows, suggestively.

Barry sat on the floor of the cortex, staring at the wall.

"Barry, are you okay?" Cait stopped what she was doing and walked towards the speedster.

"I like Oliver" he kept staring at the wall.

The cortex filled with a dead silence.

Before Cisco interrupted it "Yes!" he moved his hands, celebrating "Snow, pay up!" he pointed at her.

That brought Barry back to the reality.

"Did you jus-"

"I told Caitlin you were going to realize it very soon but she stated you will notice after like thirty years"

Now Barry looked at Caitlin.

"You can be pretty oblivious" she raised his shoulders.

"I mean, haven't you noticed how Oliver looks at you?"

Barry turned at Cisco so fast he almost broke his own neck.

"What?!" Cisco mutted him with his hand.

"Ok, we need to focus on this new plan: How can Oliver and Barry be together" He smiled.

"What If you just kiss him?" Caitlin asked, obvious, but with the looks on her teammates' face, she continued "Come on! Now we know Barry likes Oliver and we are pretty sure it's mutual"

"No we aren't" Barry almost shouted, panicking "And also, he thinks I'm straight"

"Then tell him you're not" said the latino while eating a red vine.

"Oh sure, what about "Hey Ollie, I noticed I'm bisexual as fuck and I like you a lot, let's date"? Is it enough direct for you?" he moved his hands exagerating.

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Cisco raised his hands in sign of peace.

"Okay, then show it" Cait intervened and looked at them "When the times were rough, lgbt people had their own signs to recognize each other, and as far as I know, Oliver's bisexual too, so he might recognize them" she moved her hands while explaining.

That night, Barry stayed up till 4 am searching in all sources he could found... even memes.

And the next week. he started to think about more and more excuses to team up with the emerald archer.

He's desperate, he has tried everything, literally e v e r y t h i n g, he has ever crossed through internet.

So after he decides to be agressive, he really hopes it works or he will be very embarassed.

When Oliver saw the speedster entering the coffee shop, he felt his jaw hurt after how hard it dropped.

But it was totally worth it when he saw Barry Allen, the Barry Allen that has been acting strange for like half a year or more, the Barry "Of course I'm straight" Allen, his Barry Allen; with high waisted jeans and a white crop top with a tiny rainbow in the pocket over his heart.

He avoided looking at him while he drank a sip of his coffee but it was a terrible idea when he almost choked because Barry decided to connect their eyes and smile.

Oliver loved his smiles, it made him feel at peace. However, at the moment he was feeling everything but at peace.

And his thoughts... oh lord. He thanked the universe Barry didn't get the ability to read minds because right now his thoughts weren't very innocent.

"What are you wearing?" Oliver finally asked with a smile on his face.

"Oh... I-" the speedster doubted for a second "This is Iris', I couldn't... do laundry this week" He smiled nervous, wanting to hit his head with the table repeatedly.

"Oh..." Oliver was literally speechless, he couldn't stop looking at the man in front of him.

And he thanked whoever was attacking the city because if he kept looking at him, he will end up kissing him.

And it will all be very awkward since Barry's straight. Right?

"Um yeah... there's someone... attacking Central City's bank, so I should go" he pointed at the exit very nervous while he stood up.

But he was in fact mad and embarassed, because Oliver just kept ignoring him and taking slow sips of his coffee and he only waited for that stupid drink to end so he could focus on him; but now there was a meta attacking his city and screwing his date with Oliver.

"Yeah, you should" he nodded at he saw him turning around and leaving. Two seconds later he reacted and went behind him "You know what?" He grabbed Barry's shoulder "I think I can go and... you know... watch you make your move"

Barry's excited smile came again as they were out of Jitters and walking in the alley. Oliver couldn't resist anymore and slammed the younger man against a wall; but Barry was who wrapped his arms around the archer's neck and kissed him.

Disagreeing with his body, the blue eyed man stopped the kiss "Are you sure you want this? I mean... you're straight"

Barry rolled his eyes "Ollie, shut the fuck up" he pulled the blonde again to his lips.

They really don't know how many hours they spent but the only thing that could interrupt them was an incoming insistent call from Cisco.

Barry finally answered and before he could say anything, Cisco demanded "Both of you. Cortex. Right now!"

Oliver, who heard everything due to how close they were, couldn't help but smile and kiss Barry again.

This exact moment, he thought, was the first time he ever felt this happy.

At the cortex, Oliver was still wrapping Barry's hips with his arms.

"Where were you?!" Frost yelled.

Cisco who seemed very serious before looking at the detail, sighed and covered his face "While you two lovebirds were busy, Frost, Ralph and I saved the entire city!"

"But you did it!" Barry raised his hands, trying to congratulate them.

None of them knew who wanted to punch Barry more.

"I really hope it was worth it" Cisco mumbled with his face still covered.

"Oh believe me..." Oliver smirked and looked at Barry "It was"

[tornbetween2loves]

A Story Worth Telling

This story takes place after the ending of in an AU where Kenna and Val are married and rule as queens of Stormholt. Michael is an OC who is a writer. He has written biographies of many of the leaders of the five kingdoms and now wants to write Kenna and Val’s story. But he must first earn their trust by getting to know them and making them feel comfortable.

All characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them. Except for my OC, Michael, I claim him as my own creation.

Most parts of this series will be at least a little NSFW, so please don’t read unless you are an adult.

Tag list: @kennaxval @boneandfur @bobasheebaby @blackcatkita @drakewalkerwhipped @femmeshep @hhiggs @llholloway @lizeboredom @priyasayeed @pb-boeboe @klaudiana-beaumontkkreal @tmarie82 @writtenbycandy @xxrainbowprincessxx @speedyoperarascalparty @darley1101 @katurrade @lodberg @bella-ca @indiacater @hopefulmoonobject @missevabean @walkerismychoice @eileendannie @museofbooks @jared2612

Part one: Michael

“I really don’t understand why anyone would want to read a book about me,” Kenna said as she looked doubtfully at the man sitting across the table from her. Val turned toward her and said in disbelief, “Are you kidding me? Your story is fantastic.” She grasps Kenna’s hand in both of hers, pressing her knuckles to her lips. “Our story is worth telling,” she said as their eyes met. She could see the excitement growing in Val’s eyes. She wanted to make her love happy, that was all that really mattered. But she just wasn’t sure she felt comfortable telling a complete stranger her life story.

Kenna turned to face the man again. He certainly looked the part of a writer. His eyes were a warm brown with flecks of green behind his eyeglasses. His dark hair and neatly trimmed beard and moustache made him look almost scholarly. His arms were folded on the table in front of him. Kenna noticed how soft his hands looked. Like he had never picked up a sword or any other weapon in his life. She wondered how it would feel to be touched by hands that soft, as her callused fingers caressed Val’s rough hand.

“You said your name is Michael, correct?” Kenna said in her best voice of authority. Michael sat up straight and cleared his throat. “Yes, your majesty,” he replied. “If I may have a moment to explain what I do exactly, it may put your mind at ease.” Kenna nodded at him. “Please do, I am very curious.” He stood up and bowed before Kenna and Val. “Thank you your majesties,” he began. “First of all, let me start by saying that literally everyone is interested in hearing your story. Queens Kenna and Val of Stormholt are legends. You all are responsible for the liberation of the five kingdoms. Quite frankly, I have written the stories of much lesser leaders with tremendous success.”

“I wrote biographies for queen Rowan of Thorngate, Whitlock, the leader of the technocrats and Queen Annalyse of Aurelia just to name a few.” Val nodded. “Yes, you come here on high recommendations from several of our comrades,” she said. “But I think my wife needs something to ease her mind about this process. She does not open up to people so easily.” Michael moved to walk around the table toward them, then stopped with a questioning look. “May I approach, your majesties?” They both nodded and he continued around until he was standing behind the women. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders and crouched down to meet their eye level.

“My queens, I do not expect this process to occur overnight. I will request to spend as much time with you both as possible. We must get to know each other. Then, only when you are comfortable, will the story be told. There is no rush.” He glanced at Val, then turned and locked eyes with Kenna. “You must trust me, your majesty. I can tell your story. I am very good at what I do.” Michael glanced up at Kenna from behind his glasses. Something in the way he looked at her made Kenna’s throat go dry and her stomach flutter. Was he flirting with her? She could feel a slight flush coming to her cheeks and the room was suddenly very warm. She wasn’t sure why, but the idea of spending more time with this man was very appealing. She nodded and cleared her throat. “Very well Michael, please give us a few moments to discuss this matter in private. Perhaps you would like a drink or something to eat while you wait?” He smiled and stood up to return to his seat across the table. “Sure that would be great.”

Kenna got up and motioned to Val to follow her. They left the dining room after summoning for refreshments for Michael, moving into the throne room and locking the door behind them. Val crashed her lips on Kenna’s as soon as she heard the lock click. After a few moments they forced themselves apart, breathing heavily. “Wow, I’m sorry Kenna I really just don’t know what came over me,” Val said. Something about Michael—the way he touched you and looked at you— I found it incredibly sexy.” Kenna tried to slow her racing heart by taking deep breaths.

“I must admit, I find myself attracted to him,” Kenna said. She reached out and caressed Val’s cheek. “But I would never act on it my love. You are my wife, I would never dream of doing something that would put our love in jeopardy.” Val wrapped her arms around Kenna’s waist and pulled her close. “Thank you for that. But I’m not jealous. I would be open to inviting him to join us in our bed. I think he can do a lot more than just write our story.” Kenna’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” Val shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know that the way he looks at you and touches you gets me really excited.” She kissed her again, softly at first, then growing more passionate. Kenna moaned softly and Val trailed her tongue down to her neck then up to her ear, sucking gently on her earlobe.

“I suppose there’s no harm in getting to know him better,” Kenna said as she closed her eyes and slipped her fingers into Val’s hair. She tugged gently and a moan escaped from Val’s lips. She continued to suck on the tender skin in the crook of Kenna’s neck as she nodded in response. “Oh my, I’m afraid if you continue as you are I may have to have you right here, right now.” Val shrugged, but didn’t stop her assault on Kenna’s neck. Kenna’s moans became louder as her breath quickened. Val reached down and grasped Kenna’s dress, hiking the skirt up to her waist. She slipped her fingers between her legs, making circles across her clit, then slipped between her wet folds.

“You’re so wet my love,” Val whispered as she slowly inserted two fingers. “I think that maybe you are also excited by the way Michael looks at and touches you.” Kenna snapped her eyes open and met Val’s gaze, her pupils blown with lust. Val smiled slowly as she began to pump her fingers in and out of Kenna, slowly at first then increasing in speed as her wife’s legs began to shake and she moaned and whimpered. Val whispered softly in Kenna’s ear, “Just imagine. I could be watching Michael pump in and out of you while I’m sitting on your face.”

And that was all it took to push Kenna over the edge. She cried out both their names as she came hard, clenching around Val’s fingers. Val removed her fingers quickly to support Kenna as her knees buckled. They both collapsed to the floor, Val holding Kenna’s shaking, breathless body close to her chest. Once she had regained her composure, Kenna sat up suddenly and looked at Val, wide-eyed. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red. “Oh no. I called out his name didn’t I,” she said. Val nodded and giggled. “I was pretty loud wasn’t I,” she said as the color started to drain from her face.

“What am I going to do? He is only in the next room. I can’t face him after that. I’m sure he heard everything.” Kenna buried her face in her hands, sure she would die of embarassment. Val rubbed her back and whispered soothingly, “Shhhhh, don’t worry. I’m sure he would be the perfect gentleman. But if you’re worried then I’ll go talk to him.” Kenna met Val’s eyes with a sigh of relief. “Please do. Tell him we would like him to write our story. Tell him I’m not feeling well and had to go lie down.” Val nodded and helped her stand up. They both straightened their clothes and smoothed down their hair. Kenna stood behind the door as Val opened it and walked back into the dining room.

[tommyhagen]

5% of a Fairytale: Clint Barton, Team Dad pt1

@taylortut, lol this one sort of just got away from me. Hope you don’t mind long prompt fills. I can pretty much promise they won’t usually be this long but I’d actually had the plot to this scene in mind for a long time. It’ll probably end up having to be more than one part. Hope you like it!!

Clint takes care of his sick bro and partner in douchebaggery, Tony. A retelling of the scene from Civil War including some canon dialogue. Seriously watch that scene again and tell me Tony isn’t trying not to throw up the entire time. You can’t.

Couldn’t help but make reference to Charles and Tony being best friends.

I don’t write deaf! Clint because I don’t think I could portray the struggles of a hearing impaired person with the accuracy it deserves. But he has ear issues that make him sensitive to loud noises but he puts his own discomfort aside when someone needs a dad.

TW: Vomit, Nausea, Dizzy Spells, Brief Nondescript Mention Of Death, Embarassing Situations

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Sam and Rhodey had been arguing for hours now. Or at least it felt like hours. Tony had only been catching every other word, anyway.

His head was pounding and the constant bickering had done nothing to help it. He was slumped back on a couch in one of the common areas next to Steve. He knew he wasn’t doing a great job acting like he didn’t need to be benched but he couldn’t help it. This on top of the meeting with the secretary? He didn’t think he could keep this up much longer.

That had been a disaster all on it’s own too. Tony hadn’t even reacted when the Secretary spouted off all his bullshit about the Avengers not caring. At the footage of New York he just looked away. When Steve commented on his unusual silence he’d just murmured something about the asshole not being worth his time. While that was true it was even more true that if Tony opened his mouth he might have thrown up. It still was, actually, and the stress was not helping. Steve picking up the scent of his Omega’s distress slipped an arm around his shoulders. A rare display of affection during ‘business hours’. Even rarer that Tony accepted it, leaning against him.

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor which is one more than you have.”, Rhodey retorted to Sam’s...something.

Maybe if Tony just ignored this all hard enough it would go away. Seemed to be what the others were doing. Vision and Wanda sat huddled together on the opposite couch. Natasha had been pacing the room nonstop and it made Tony dizzy to look at her. Clint was perched on the counter of the kitchenette. The obnoxious music from whatever game he was playing on his phone was only making Tony’s headache worse.

Tony rubbed at his temples and pressed himself tighter against his Alpha. Tony’s mouth was watering ominously. Steve rubbed a thumb along his bicep distractedly, reading the Accords and not happy with them by the acrid prickle of growing anger on his scent. Tony had always hated that and the scent of it now had him clamping a hand to his mouth. This was probably the literal worst time in the world to not be at his A game.

“So let’s say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”, Sam shot back.

And what the fuck had Tony passed out and not realized it? LoJack? Was this even the same conversation?! Ugh, he couldn’t keep up. Whatever. He just had to get through this so that he could go lay down and sleep for a year. Whatever bug he’d caught was draining him. He woke up more tired than when he went to sleep.

“117 countries want us to sign this. 177, Sam, and you’re just like ‘Nah, it’s cool we got this’.”, Rhodey snapped. If Tony didn’t feel like there was a vice grip around his stomach he’d be smiling. He loved it when his Honeybear got feisty.

“How long are you going to keep playing both sides-“

“I have an equation!”, Vision cut him off.

Loudly. So loudly it startled Tony. At that, Steve’s hand stroking his arm slipped down to hold Tony’s reassuringly. He didn’t need any reassuring but Steve’s warmth was grounding and he clung to it like a lifeline. It helped, sort of. Well, he could vaguely follow the conversation now, at least.

“Oh, this’ll clear it up.”, Sam groaned.

Tony shot a nasty glance at him over his shoulder. Tony had created that beautiful mind of Vision’s so, yes, it would clear it up thank you very fucking much.

Vision ignored him, as always sensing the mood and responding accordingly. He continued, “In the eight years since Tony announced himself as Iron Man the number of enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period the number of possibly world-ending incidents has risen at a commensurate rate.”

Steve set the Accords down beside him. His grip on Tony’s hand tightened. “Are you saying it’s Tony’s- our- fault?”, he growled, Alpha pheromones beginning to leak off him.

It took Tony much too long to notice that everyone was looking at him. Shit, that name was his name! So he was going to have to get involved in this no matter what. His hands were going numb and it felt like his feet were nothing but pins and needles. “Down, boy.”, he murmured to Steve. His voice must have portrayed at least a little of the hell he was in because Steve actually relaxed, picking the Accords up again and pretending to read them. His eyes never left the same paragraph.

“I’m saying there may be a causality.”, Vision clarified, but even he was starting to sound annoyed.

Tony desperately wished he were sitting next to him instead. Vi’s lack of scent would be so good right now. Tony was choking on all the wigged out distress hormones going around. He had to swallow back a sick hiccup. God, if he didn’t do something he really was going to throw up. He tried to bury his face against Steve’s shoulder as surreptitiously as he could. It hadn’t worked. Steve abandoned the Accords and pulled Tony closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Oh, God, Steve’s worry, although sweet, was just adding to the already stifling mix of scents.

“Our very strength invites challenge.”, Vision elaborated. How very philosophical. Tony couldn’t deal with that right now and closed his eyes leaning into Steve’s heat. “Challenge inflicts conflict. And conflict breeds catastrophe.”

Tony choked at how similar he sounded to Ultron and broke into a series of wet coughs. Steve was asking him all kinds of questions along the lines of how he could help and it was just making Tony’s head spin. He waved Steve off desperately.

“Oversight...oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”, he suggested. All Tony could take from that was that Vi was in favor. Of course he was. Part of him was Tony, after all.

“Boom.”, Rhodey agreed.

Natasha stopped her pacing in front of him. Thank god. “Tony”, she called. “Are you okay? You’re being uncharacteristically nonverbal.” Fuck. Now Tony had two Alphas fussing over him. The combination of Female Alpha and Male Alpha was not good. Tony gagged softly into his fist.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.”, Steve realized and the scent of his worry was just getting stronger. Tony had to get away from him.

He stood up and made his way more shakily than he would have liked to to the kitchenette. He had made up his mind, yes. The best solution was obvious but mainly he just felt too much like vomiting to participate. Maybe if he got something to drink? There was a bad taste at the back of his tongue.

Clint was watching him closely from atop the counter. He’d also been uncharacteristically ‘nonverbal’. When push came to shove with Avengers politics he usually just tried to stay out of the way. His only real opinion one way or another was that he was in favor of whatever got him home to his wife and kids safely. It startled Tony into nearly dropping a glass when Clint put down the phone with a soft, “Hey, Tony.”

Tony met his eyes slowly and wasn’t quite prepared for the warmth there. There was something about them that seemed far too knowing for Tony’s taste. He backed away slightly not knowing what from. Because as far as everyone in the immediate vicinity went, Clint was one of the ones he wanted to back away from the least. Clint was a Beta. His scent was comforting and good.

Clint hopped down from the counter and took the glass from Tony’s hands. “Here.”, Clint soothed and poured some water for Tony before handing it back.

Tony was far too out of it to question why a jackass- but a lovable one- like Clint was being so gentle. He took a long sip to try and drown the bile he felt creeping up his throat. It helped. “Boy, you know me so well.”, Tony said to Steve. He even tried for a casual lean and pulled it off. “Actually I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache.”, he revealed and gave Clint, whose phone was still chiming away, a look.

Surprisingly, Clint turned it off without a word, slipping it into his back pocket. He was hovering and Clint didn’t do that. If Tony weren’t relying on his scent to keep it together he’d have said something about it.

“That’s what’s going on, guys. It’s just pain.”, he snapped, finally starting to lose his temper at the scrutinization they were putting him under. What the fuck?! If Tony wanted to be quiet he could! “It’s discomfort.”.

Tony turned to lean against the sink. The urge to vomit was becoming a little too overwhelming for him not to have some sort of plan. God, he hoped it didn’t come to that. He took a suspiciously long sip of the water. “Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?”, he forced himself to ask, doing his best to bullshit and ramble like normal. “Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”, he tried to joke. He had to take another long sip right after, losing any hint of nonchalance it might have had. They knew he was just talking to talk now.

“Hey.”, Clint tried again, hand at the small of Tony’s back.

Steve glared at him for it and Tony couldn’t tell if it was Steve’s scent or his attitude that was making him feel sick anymore. He moaned softly and his hand slipped down to his stomach. It wasn’t going to help but Tony had to do something to at least FEEL like he had control whatsoever over this.

Tony just had to force himself to be invested. Ignoring Clint, he pulled out his phone and projected the picture of the son of the woman from the State Department. He sighed...another Charles who he had let get hurt. “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. Great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA had a floor level gig planned at Intel lined up for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk. See the world.”.

Tony had to stop to gag. And everyone had definitely heard that. Steve was on his feet in seconds and Clint caught hold of his elbow. Tony pushed him weakly off before continuing, “Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Amsterdam which is what I would do. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I guess. But we won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.”. Tony could barely get through the words. From frustration or sickness he didn’t know but he was crying.

[romanssippycup]

Undeniably Important Chapter 8: Logan’s Notepad

Hey everyone! Got some exams out of the way. I’m doing alright, but glad to be done with the brunt of it all. SUPER stoked for new Sander’s Sides video, but Thought I might write while I’m waiting. Part 3 of Surgery should be coming out within two days. And then After all the prewritten chapters of UI (Name curteous of @remmythepegasis) have been posted on tumblr, I’ll start continuing on this fanfic. Love you guys and I hope you enjoy! Btw, this is a HUGE chapter and might take a little over 10 minutes to read. Lol.

Hint: Time is important in this story...

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 -- Chapter 7

"Well, theres not much to tell." Princey looked down at the ground with all the eyes on him. "We were, acting civilized for the first three minutes. We both had different ideas so we didn't really fight over clothing. That is, until we grabbed a hold of that grey shirt." Roman motioned upstairs. "It was an accident on Anxiety's part, *cough* I beg to differ *cough* but it was unintentionally tossed on top of your tall dresser Thomas."

Thomas nodded letting him know he was still listening.

"I climbed up the dresser to grab it, but the dresser couldn't stand upright with me holding onto the side of it. Thus, I fell backwards. If Anxiety hadn't...saved me. I might have been squashed."

Gasps were heard in the room, mainly from Patton.

"Anxiety you saved Roman!? I'm so proud of you kiddo!" Patton had finished his potatoes and there were literal stars in his eyes from pride.

"Ugh." Anxiety rolled his eyes. "Look, I only pulled him out of harms way."

"Another reason deduced that you are more than just Anxiety." Logan looked Anxiety's way who only avoided eye contact with the Logical trait.

"Well. I'm so glad that the Outfit War went mostly okay. It's alright Roman. I'm sure Anxiety won't make you wear anything too embarassing. Right Anxiety?" Thomas gritted the last question through his teeth.

"Psh. We'll see. He shouldn't be concerned, remember? I do have fashion." Anxiety smiled victoriously.

"That's still worrying." Roman growled.

"Now Anxiety, don't go choosing an outfit thats inappropriate." Patton advised. "Make sure all privates are CLOTHESed off."

"Oh my god Patton! Pffff!!"

"Patton your not helping my nervousness!"

All Logan did was sigh.

"Hahaha!! Alright you guys. Always a pleasure to talk with myself. Joan and the others are coming to pick me up at 4:30 pm. What time is it now?"

Logan checked the stopwatch. "11:16 am."

"Great! We all got some time to kill. I guess-"

"Oh wait!" Logan interjected. "This is yours." Logic held up the stopwatch so Princey could see it.

"Hm? What? Oh yes!" Logan's interjection startled Princey from his humbling daydream and he caught the stopwatch in mid air as the Logical trait passed it to him. Roman snapped and the stopwatch dematerialized in his hands.

"Oh and don't forget the coat rack, tape, and sharpie I brought up." Logan reminded him.

Roman irritatedly glared at Logan and snapped. A small light illuminated from Thomas's room, confirming the leave of the items used for the Outfit war. "Your welcome." Prince slightly sneered at Logic.

Thomas looked at the other traits. "Ca-can I talk now? Because I'm really tired of people cutting me off." He glanced at Logan who looked at the ground guiltily. The other traits looked at each other and didn't interject. "I can? Great! Again thank you and I really have nothing else for you guys. So, I guess be ready by 5:00 or however you guys come with me to dinner. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this."

"Do not fret over it too much, Thomas." Roman assumed a fanciful pose. "It's nothing for you to be concerned about, but I must go, because I need to remove all my clothes from my living quarters and dump them in Anxiety's room. So...toodles." He wasn't very enthusiastic about this at all and began to sink down.

"Wait Princey, I'm coming too. To make sure you don't hide anything." Anxiety began to sink down with Roman.

"Hide anything?! Are you suggesting that I would cheat?"

"No, but I am going to help carry your clothes so you don't 'accidently' cheat."

"Excuse me count dracula! But I am a knight and and a noble and I always play fair!"

"Sure you do. Thats what you said when you snuck $10,000 behind my back the last time we played Monopoly."

"Okay! Okay. You're right. Ugh, can I at least keep my underwear in my room?

"What would happen if I said no?"

"Oh come on!!"

"I'm just kidding...Sorta."

Their banter faded as they sunk out of Thomas's apartment.

"Well, this was fun! I just hope Anxiety doesn't do anything too horrible to Roman. Anyways I'll see you all later. Oh, Logan you might want to check your desk. Bye kiddos!"

"Bye Patton!" Thomas waved to him.

"Desk?" Logan was confused for a second. Then it hit him. "Oh no..." His gaze shifted to the right at the bottom of the banister. His notepad was no longer there. He reached his hand over and felt around the area where it was. No luck. Then he checked his pockets. No luck there either. His first deduction was that Patton had took it. At this thought, the shade of white Logan's face went was almost equal to that of Anxiety's foundation.

"You alright Logan?" Thomas worriedly asked.

"Ahem. Yes Thomas I am quite alright. Well its time for me to go. I will see you tonight. Byeeeee!" Logan tried to regain his composure as he left in a hurry.

"Goodbye?" Thomas was genuinely confused.

As soon as Logan materialized in the mind palace he ran to his room and closed the door behind him. He was going to scower his desk for his missing item when he noticed it was cleaner than he had left it this morning. Someone had definitely been in his room.

On top of his now clean desk was a card with Patton's hand writing on it and series of small giftboxes. To the right of these was his notepad he was missing. Logan sighed in relief seeing that he was now in possession of it again. But, it still troubled him to think that Patton might have looked through it. He pushed the thought aside and returned his attention to Patton's series of gifts.

Logan couldn't help but give a small smile at the elder aspect's generosity. Even when Patton knew Logan could never actually understand or give something back in return, he was still willing to give. It was one of the few times that Logan wondered what it would be like to have emotions. If he did have feelings, would he be able to give something heartfelt back that meant something to Patton? These series of thoughts were troubling his mind, so he began to open Morality's presents to further avoid more absurd assumptions from entering his brain.

3 minutes earlier...

"...Oh come on!!"

"I'm just kidding...sorta."

Roman and Anxiety teleported inside of the mind palace. Princey faced his room with a reluctant look on his face. "Well. If you can believe it I'm actually glad you came to help me, because we have a lot of loads to carry."

"How much clothes do you have?"

"All the clothes. I have all the clothes."

"Obviously."

"Alright well you better help me. I'll just place it outside your room and then you can figure out what to do with it from there." Roman half strutted half sulked to his room from the hallway leaving Anxiety only a small amount of time to put his plan into action.

If there was another thing besides his name that Anxiety had been keeping from his fellow sides for a long time, it would be his area of control over the mindscape. One of these areas is duplication, where he takes one item and duplicates it making two of that same item.  Anxiety had not had enough practice with this power to tell if there was a difference between the real and the fake, but he figured it wouldnt matter much because no one would be suspicious. Or that Logan wouldn't be supicious, to be exact.

Anxiety quickly took out Logan's notepad, made sure no one was looking, and duplicated it by using both hands to pull the copy out of the original. Both notepads were still the same size, had the same marks, and were wrinkled in the same places.

"Perfect..." Anxiety muttered under his breath as he put the real notepad back into his pocket. He turned around to go put the copy in Logan's room when he was met face to face with Patton who had his hands full of presents and a card. Both traits were equally surprised to see each other and the states that they were in.

"Jason Toddler! Are you coming?" Roman called out from his room.

"Yeah. I'll be right there. Patton wanted to say something."

Roman audibly sighed. "Okay."

Both Morality and Anxiety broke eye contact and ran into Logan's unlocked room. Their next conversation was full of whisper shouts.

"Patton what are you doing here!?"

"I could ask you the same thing kiddo."

"I'm returning Logan's notepad. He dropped it."

"Thats funny considering the fact, that you were just holding two notepads in your hand. Did you steal it from Logan? Thats not very nice."

"Patton! I-er-ugh fine! I did, but don't tell anyone else about this, especially Logan."

"But, Anxiety its not right. How would you like it if somebody took something of yours?"

"Look. Here it is!" Anxiety winced slightly as he held up the fake notepad. He hated that he was lying to Patton, but he had already gone great lengths to take it out of Logan's possession. He couldn't stop now. "I'm just putting it back." Anxiety set the notepad on the far right of Logan's desk confirming his words.

"But what about the-" Whoosh. Logan had just materialized in the mind palace cutting Morality short. The increasing thumps of footsteps confirmed Logan's approach. The two intruding aspects shot each other panicked looks as Anxiety teleported out of Logan's room and back into the hallway, leaving Morality to arrange his presents on his own and escape in the nick of time.

Anxiety and Morality stood out in the hallway as naturally as possible as Logan ran into his room and shut the door.

Anxiety sighed and looked Morality. "Don't tell anyone about this." He glared sternly and walked off towards Roman's room, but stopped suddenly. "Please. Please don't tell anyone."

Morality sighed sadly. "Okay."

Anxiety kept walking. "Coming Princey."

"Finally! Here's my clothes since you were so keen on making sure I didn't cheat." All of Roman's clothes began flying from outside of his room and bouncing off Anxiety's room door. Had Morality been in a better mood, he might have laughed. He tried to focus on what Logan's reactions to his presents might be as he tried to get his mind off of his edgy son. His thoughts weren't enough.

2:15 pm.

Anxiety had been in the comfort of his room for a whole hour without getting interrupted. He was changing and making himself and his makeup look more presentable especially after everything he had been through today. This included the Outfit War and moving all of Princey's clothing to his room. Speaking of clothes, the pile stacked almost as tall as the ceiling itself. And all the colors just seemed out of place in the dimly lit, dark room. They almost hurt Anxiety's eyes just to look at them.

After he was finished with getting ready, he plopped on his bed and scrolled through tumblr for the umpteenth time. He put his free hand in his pocket lazily when he felt something rectangular. Logan's notepad! He had completely forgotten about it. With his curiosity rekindling again, Anxiety put his phone down and pulled out the real version of Logan's notebook and began to flip through it.

Most of the pages had been taken up, and it seemed as if there were different sections of the notepad set aside for different purposes. The first section held a ton of random facts and trivia. Typical of Logan. The second section was filled with questions that when answered they were scratched out. Anxiety spent some extra time in this section looking for questions pertaining to him. He spotted one.

What is Anxiety's real name?

It wasn't crossed out, thankfully. But no where else in that section could he find a question that pertained to his role in the mind palace so, he moved on.

The third section was full of Tic-Tac-Toe, connect the dots, and other strategic pen games. These were apparently all of Logan's attempts to defeat himself. Anxiety was more freaked out by this than impressed, so, he moved on again.

The fourth section were doodles. Doodles of mostly dogs. Just page after page of dog doodles. So many dog doodles that Anxiety had began to wonder if Patton had stolen it from Logan himself. Anxiety checked Logan's handwriting to clarify and sure enough, Logan was the owner of all these dog doodles, not Patton. He flipped through each page carefully until he got to something that stunned him. It was a doodle of Patton playing with a dog. It wasn't a bad drawing either. It looked just like him.

Anxiety turned the second page. Another doodle of Patton playing with a dog. And a third. And a fourth. Each one better than the last. Until he got to the 17th page. There was a picture of just Patton and it looked so realistic. Anxiety had no idea Logan could draw that good. He was speechless.

He carefully turned the next page to see another page full of doodles, but these doodles were hearts. Anxiety could tell it took Logan a very long time before he was able to draw a heart right, but once he did, he drew them everywhere. The last page of the section was another doodle of Patton, sitting inside a heart with a big smile on his face. This slightly melted Anxiety's dark heart, as it made him think of the Fatherly aspect and how good he had been to all of them.

He turned the page and found himself in the next section...except...it was very repetitive. And humorous.

"The prince is stupid."

"El principe es estupido."

"Prinsen er dum."

"Princeps stultus."

Just the same phrase in a multitude of languages for about six sheets of paper front of back. Anxiety laughed and took a picture of each page on his phone. Maybe he'd use one or two.

The next section was vocab words. They were devised into categories of Learned and Needs Learning. Most of the words on Logan's lists made Anxiety laugh so hard that he was having trouble keeping himself quiet. Just imagining Logan trying to pronounce and use all these slang words drove him into a fit of giggles. He finally decided to move onto the final section of the notepad: THEORIES.

This is what Anxiety was initially aiming for. He began to flip through the pages looking for what exactly Logic thought about him. Let's just say...Anxiety got more than he bargained for.

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[starsinursa]

11 questions tag game!

THE RULES ARE SIMPLE

1. Post the Rules. 2. Answer the questions given to you. 3. Make 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people

Begin!

I was tagged by both @saawek and @jemariel, so I’m going to answer all of the questions together in one post.  😊 Thank you, lovelies! 

1) How and when did you get into fandom/fanfiction/shipping?

Oh god. 😂 It all started when I was 14, playing Kingdom Hearts on Playstation 2, and one day I stumbled across some Roxas x Axel fanart on DeviantArt. At first, I was confused. Then I was intrigued. Then I was hooked and the rest was history.

2) What was your dream job when you were five years old, and why?

I always wanted to be an artist, probably until I was halfway through high school, and then I veered more towards writing. I haven’t drawn in years, I really wish I had kept practicing, because now I suck and can’t draw for shit.

3) If you had to only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would you eat? (Assume that nutritional needs will be met by this food.)

That’s tough… maybe ice cream? Am I allowed to eat different flavors? That might give me enough variety to keep me entertained.

4) Roughly how far from where you grew up do you now live?

I live about 140 miles/ 2 hours away from my hometown, so not too far, I go home to visit my mom every couple of months. 

5) What’s your usual breakfast?

…coffee. I never eat breakfast, I don’t eat until lunch. I know, I know…

6) Cats or dogs? (Or other?)

Both! I have one of each!  😊 Although tbh, I’m more of a cat person, they’re a lot more low-maintenance and a little better suited to my two-job lifestyle, even though right now I’m lucky enough to have a great aunt who babysits my dog for me on the nights I work at my second job.

7) Favorite holiday?

Hmm, probably Christmas. I just like the feel of the season, even though I don’t really decorate or do anything too festive. I just like the Christmas atmosphere. You wanna hear a funny story about laziness though? The two tricks to never having to take down a Christmas tree are: 1) never putting it up in the first place (that’s my method), and 2) never taking it down (that’s my mom’s method, if I visit her house in, like, May, her Christmas tree will still be up, she literally just leaves it up year-round).

9) What is your ‘happy place’?

Probably just my house. I love coming home after work and decompressing in a quiet, empty house. As soon as I’m through the door, pajamas are going on, I don’t care if it’s only 5 p.m., and I hope I don’t get any visitors because I’m not answering the door for anybody.

10) Favorite song to sing when no one else can hear you?

I’ll sing anything… pop songs, Disney songs, showtunes… I go through phases where I’ll sing one soundtrack constantly for about a week at a time. People will pop their head into my office and be like, “Are you singing Beauty and the Beast?”

11) Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

That’s a tough one, I always change my mind depending on whether it’s winter or summer at the time!

1.Weirdest idiom of your language

It’s hard to choose, we’ve got a lot of weird idioms. “In a pickle”, “under the weather”, “when the fat lady sings”… who is the fat lady and why does she have to sing?

2.Fuck (or cuddle) Marry and Kill with : Godstiel, Demon!Dean, Lucifer!Sam 

Hmmm…I’m gonna kill Lucifer!Sam (sorry Sam, it’s not you, it’s Lucifer), fuck demon!Dean (hooo boy, you know he’d be insane in the sack), and marry Godstiel.

3.Same question but with : Castiel, Sam or Dean (i’m not THAT sadistic)

AAAGH. This one is HARD. I guess…if I HAVE to choose… I would kill Sam (I’m so sorry, Sammy, I love you, I just don’t particularly want to fuck or marry you!), fuck Castiel, and marry Dean. Honestly those last two could go either way, but I picked marrying Dean because I feel like I have more in common with him, we could totally spend our lives together watching Star Trek, reading Vonnegut, and hitting up stripclubs.

4.What’s your zodiacal sign?

Leo, but I don’t feel like a Leo at all, it doesn’t really fit me.

5.Tell us an embarassing but funny moment you lived recently or years ago.

One of my friends loves to tell the story about my 24th birthday, two years ago, when I pounded back grapefruit vodka, margaritas, and limoncello, proceeded to whip my boobs out in the taxi, puked on the subway, and then when we went to a bar called “Sneaky Pete’s”, I spent the entire night calling it “Stinky Pete’s” and cackling about it. That night was full of regret and shame. 

6.Which fictional characters do you most fancy (or find very attractive)?

Definitely Dean, of course. Deep at heart, I’m ultimately a Dean!girl. Cas is an extremely close second. I’m also pretty sweet on Spock. I’m sure there are more, but those are the big ones.

7.Destiel is now canon, do you mind?

Umm, definitely not. I’m probably rejoicing in the streets, drunk out of my gourd, crying tears of happiness on the shoulders of strangers.

8.You got an unlimited access to money and power, what do you do? (see question 7 to have some ideas on what to buy)

Are you suggesting I buy the CW?  😂 Because that’s…not a bad idea. I would also pay off all of my bills and student loans, and then do the same for everyone in my family. I would donate a bunch of money to my favorite animal shelter. Then I’d travel the world.

9.An urban legend or a myth around your area?

We actually don’t have any close for where I live. Not that I’ve heard, at least. I mean, there’s the whole Stull Cemetery thing, but that’s a couple hours away. My city is pretty boring on the urban myth front.

10.Why do I have to ask you 11 questions? It’s fucking hard.

“It’s fucking hard.” That’s what she said. Eheheh.

11.Can you give me a cookie?

I don’t have any cookies, I’m sorry!

Now, my 11 questions for YOU to answer:

1. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received, the one piece of praise that really sticks out in your mind?

2. Weirdest food/ food combination that you love?

3. What would your spirit animal/ totem/ patronus be, and why?

4. Favorite dirty joke (or clean is fine, if you prefer)?

5. If you cosplay/ ever got the chance to cosplay, which character would you be?

6. One of your bad habits?

7. A song that always makes you feel nostalgic?

8. How did you choose your tumblr URL?

9. Is love at first sight a real thing? What about true love/ soulmates?

10. The book/ poem/ fic that changed your life?

11. What is the one piece of advice that you think everyone should hear?

Now I’m tagging 11 cool people I’d like to know better: @aldehydean, @rosewhipped22, @threshie, @castielismyfavouriteangel, @robotsnchicks, @santamadredidios, @holamishamigos0, @beefcakemish, @60r3d0m, @casthewise, @goodtidingsdean

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 6]

Meant to get this done a while ago, but I’ve got a new job and it’s been keeping me busy. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it’s probably the most action-packed one yet. 

Content warnings for this chapter include more (attempted) rape, a consensual sex scene (not described), and some violence. And a hell of a lot of nonsense that may hurt your brain if you think about it too hard.

Recap: Tiaa competed in, and won, a school talent contest. Edward was very impressed with her, but Tiaa was still angry about him rejecting her advances back in chapter 4, so she yelled at him and then went and had a cry.

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

AN - dnt all just attack me for the things writen in this chapter about Tiaas parents, i havent explaned everything yet an it will make more sense later. 

Which probably means it will make no sense now, but we’ll see.

Chapter 6 - the curse

-Oh ewdard with your skin so white Your eyes like amber out of sight Pale angel in my eyes Hair like gold rosy sunrise-

That’s a hell of a poem, but maybe you should stick to prose.

I read the words of my poem out quietly. I had written a poem about Edward, i just couldnt help myself. I hated myself for doing it but i couldnt get him out of my mind and it was the only way i could deal with my feelings. 

Soddenly my mind went black and i felt into a trance. 

In my original version of the MST I made a comment here about Tiaa needing therapy and antipsychotics. I would have reproduced it as-is, but I don’t wanna seem like I’m making light of mental illness; that being said, as someone who goes to therapy and takes antipsychotics, this girl could use some professional medical attention. Like, pronto.

A tall pale man stood in front of me all ghosty and misty like he was only half there. 

It was… VLODEMORT AND DA DETH DEALERS!!11!1

"my daugher? My daughter?" he moaned 

"who are you?" i wispa quietly

"i am your FATHER! 

That’s a real shocker after he just called her his daughter.

I AM CAIUS FROM THE VOLTURI! 

Not positive why he’s screaming this part, but I’ll go with it.

Your in terror and peril my daugher! 

God I fucking love this author’s use of the English language.

Beware the vampire boy called edward!" 

"why?" I said

"you mussent let him sex you or the curse your mother tried to protect you from will fall on you...you'll become a VAMPIRE! 

Uh… what? Lemme dissect this.

Tiaa’s dad is a vampire. Presumably her mom was not, though I get the feeling mom may not have been human either. Human/vampire hybrids are an established thing in the Twilight universe, and Tiaa clearly isn’t one (just for starters, she’s apparently been aging at a normal rate, as opposed to the highly accelerated pace at which human/vampire hybrids mature), so let’s assume her mom has some other supernatural shit going on. There’s a curse involved, so let’s say she’s a witch or similar. 

Why the hell would there be a curse on Tiaa that makes her turn (presumably irreversibly) into a vampire if she has sex with a vampire? Who caused this? What’s going on? Is it specifically Edward who’s dangerous to her, or would any other vampire pose the same threat? What is defined as “sex” here? Vaginal intercourse?

What a weird plot twist. Moving the hell on.

And you will never be safe! Only as a human can you be safe from them..." 

Wait, safe from who? Why would being human make her safer? Would she be targeted specifically for being nonhuman if she were to become a vampire? Why?

then he faded and I was awake and uncle larry was standing at my door.

"take ur clothes off now you moldy slut!" said uncle larry and he smiles horribly with his yellow teeth

Geez, Uncle Larry, at least do something about the mold first.

"no i wont" i screamed but uncle larry came over and hit me. I was strong for my size but he was a huge fat man like 300 pounds in weight and stronger than me. 

Oh, okay, so we finally get a sense of how big and strong Uncle Larry is compared to Tiaa. Presumably Atlantiana “strong and graceful like the running anti-lopes” Rebekah Loren is faster than this guy, though. I feel like she might still be able to outmaneuver him.

He took my clothes off and chained me to the bed. 

Where did the chains come from? Did Uncle Larry bring them with him or do Dave and Marie keep bondage equipment in the house?

I new he was going to rape me again. 

That’s an impressive deduction.

But at that moment someone came running into the room and hit uncle larry across the head with a stick and knocks him out cold. Uncle larry laid there bleeding and i looked up at...EDWARD!

I was gonna make a totally different comment here but it actually just struck me (pun not intended) that this is the most in-character Edward has been yet. If you read Twilight, there’s actually a scene where he saves Bella from a group of guys attempting to corner and assault her. His mind-reading ability and stalker tendencies both come in handy here; it’s not a stretch to imagine he might be hanging about in the vicinity of Tiaa’s house, and he would be able to read Uncle Larry’s mind and know what Larry planned on doing to Tiaa. As ridiculous as him conveniently busting in at the nick of time might seem, it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d do.

"omg my sweet lady" he cried! "what has this frightful asshole been doing to thee?"

Never mind, apparently he didn’t actually read Uncle Larry’s mind, or he would have known what the frightful asshole (great phrase) had been doing to Tiaa. So we’re back to the scene making no sense. 

"he's been raping me and hitting me" i weeped sadly as edward unchained me and i put my clothes on. Edward turned away whale I dressed so he wasnt perving on me, and he looked down at the poem I had wroten.

"for truth!these are the most beautiful words I have ever seen, it makes me feel so very moved" he cried "i wish i wasnt promised to someone else then i could write poems for thee" 

Edward, man, you’re coming up on 100 years old. You’ve been going through the educational system over and over again for decades. Surely you’ve read some good poetry (by which I mean “surely you’ve read the one or two good poems to have been written in the history of poetry, one of which is definitely ‘The Emperor of Ice Cream’ by Wallace Stevens”) in your time on this earth.

"why are u promised to bella anyways" i ask

"Be cause i made a promise and i cant' break it, it would be rude and ungentalmanly. 

Promised because he made a promise. Got it.

Bella never used to be like she is now,when i fist met her she was sweet and shy and was never nasty about everybody but she has changed and so have her freinds. I dont know watt made her change, maybe it is mine fault, she just seems angry all the time now."

That’s what happens when a Mary Sue shows up in your story! Canon characters start acting really weird to allow the Sue to fill a specific role that would otherwise not exist!

"Yah that makes sense I guess" i said.

We left the house and went to walk in the woods. We talked about loads of things and it turned out we had a lot in comnon. We liked all the same music and movies and books and stuff, it was like magic.

I actually think one of the perks of dating a vampire would be being able to pick his brain about pop culture through the ages. Like, it’d be really cool to talk about hip youth culture with someone who has been masquerading as a hip young person for over fifty years; that’s gotta be a unique perspective. But what the hell are the odds of a teenager in the 2000s matching interests perfectly with someone who’s lived through the entire 20th century?

"you know maybe bella is unhappy be cause you guys are not in love like u used to be, and u should brake up with her so she can move on and your can both be happy" i say

…see, now that’s actually completely solid relationship advice.

"she all ways used to say that shed kill herself if I left her. I could not be responsable for her death! 

Uh, her depression (and/or manipulative tendencies?) isn’t his responsibility. On the other hand, though, this is in-character for Edward.

I just don't get what has happened to her she used to be nice and sweet like thou my lady. 

I feel like Edward isn’t very good at judging when a girl is “nice and sweet.”

And now i am falling in love with thou and it is all such a darn mess!" He hit a tree in frustration and it broke. 

This author’s frequent use of purple prose only makes it funnier when she describes something as minimally as this. “It broke.” Brilliant.

He was so strong, i guess cause he was a vampire.

Yeah, could be why.

"your falling in love with me?" i ask, my cheeks going all red and my heart starting to sore

Girl, you okay?

"omg, forget I said that!" he looked relay embarassed and it was so cute. He had a big erection too. 

Did this boy just get a hard-on from punching a tree?

I retched out and grabbed his hard throbbing male object. 

I am literally imploring you to use the word “penis” instead.

We couldn't controll ourselves any more and we both fell down on the floor and got naked and made love. It was amazing and lasted hours and I had never been so happy in my life i felt like i coud die with happines. 

These two have some impressive stamina considering it’s the first time for both of them. I mean, I guess Edward is a vampire, and Tiaa is... Tiaa, but still.

But after a while edward started to freak out and cry.

Yeah, he’s like that.

"I HAVE BEEN SUCH A FOOL!" he screamed "i should not have let that hapen! 

I’ll cut the guy some slack for being eternally seventeen years old, which probably doesn’t come with the best impulse control, but… they had sex for hours, and he only just now started to realize his mistake? 

I hope thee can forgive me, i must return to Bella!" and he ran away.

I could not believe it. It was like my world was caving in all about me. i was so socked and angry i could not even cry or scream. 

It’s not really shocking, honestly. The entire story has been about Edward’s inability to make up his goddamn mind over whether or not to leave Bella. I’d be angry too, because the constant waffling back and forth is pretty annoying, but… oh, hang on, that actually says she was socked, not shocked. Never mind.

But as i lay there i started to fell diferent, like RELAY diferent. I suddenly remembed watt my father had said to me about not making sex with edward or he woud turn me into a vampire! 

Yeah, it’s pretty easy to forget randomly blacking out and having a vision of your vampire dad. That’s the sort of thing that happens so often it’s hard to keep track.

My skin was getting all hard and pale and my eyes could suddenly see a lot clearer than before! I could hear lots of little noises even form relay far away. I even wanted to drink blood!

She’s turning into Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.

and i could smell a human comin closer, he was almost here

"There you are you horrid SLUG" it was uncle larry "where have u been? I'm goin to rape u now!”

Well, that’s some real authentic-sounding rapist dialogue.

Also, if you remember my comment from earlier about placing bets on which chapter Uncle Larry dies horribly in, and you bet on chapter 6, congrats! You don’t win anything. I’m out of confetti.

Something in me snaped. I jumped at him and broke his neck and drank his blood! 

I don’t normally condone vampirism, but in this case — you go, girl! Give ‘em what for!

i had always ben strong for my size but now i was SUPER strong!He looked so surprised and it was so GOOD! Soon i dropped him on the floor and he was...dead!

I woulda thought he’d have died once his neck was broken, but if she has enough technique to keep him alive to suffer even with a broken neck, more power to her.

Next chapter

[nureyevsbf]

ive been doing this to everyone and ur no exception. do all of them!! with a Special Boy of ur choosing

that’s TOO MANY!!!

im going w foggy though because fucking of course i am

✨ Describe your favorite thing about them

oh my god this is a bullshit question idk where i could even start with this let alone narrow it down to a single thing but. god do you have any idea how much i love this boy’s heart. he’s so fucking. sweet and kind and is always going out of his way to help people and do the right thing i mean for gods’ sakes he helped fix the damages in mrs cardenas’s apartment, just for free on his own time, and then proceeded to run off and make sure he was there for anybody who needed help despite having just taken shrapnel to the side like. i’m in fucking l o v e

👑 Describe their favorite thing about you

having a positive self-image that includes specific traits you can talk about? in this economy?

lord uhhhhhhh i mean as a person i guess i’m also always Doing The Most™ for other people? and that would probably appeal to him a lot. (esp since i’m not terribly sure he’s used to being on the receiving end of that sort of kindness so,,)

❤️ Describe your first date!

luckily i’ve thought abt this one a lot (i don’t have anything set but it’s the thought that counts)

i think it’d be just something really casual, like, there’s a small restaurant in the neighborhood foggy’s really fond of - it’s not expensive or anything, it’s a real hole in the wall type place but foggy insists it’s the best of its kind in all of hell’s kitchen. there were also a lot of really good movies in theaters may 2015 (which would be about the time we had our first date) so a movie after is likely, maybe stopping for desert somewhere after that. like, nothing extraordinary, but really casual and intimate where we don’t have to worry about anything but just spending time with each other

🔥 Are they a good kisser?

absolutely like this is borderline canon.

to elaborate, i would think he kisses,, almost drunkenly. like the first couple of times, especially when it’s just good night kisses, it’s very slow and sweet and he knows exactly where to put his hands and when to pull away and it’s just nice and well-paced, it’s just not a lot, you know? but later down the line when things get more intimate it’s like. he can’t get enough, you know, hands are all over and he tries to be very tender and romantic about it but it just winds up hungry and passionate and uncoordinated but in a really good way and. fans self. fuck.

💍 Who proposes and how?

hhhhhhhhhhhhh oooh uhh i think i’d be the one proposing

i haven’t gotten the chance to touch on it on this blog but tl;dr i’d wind up having to leave for a few months after civil war, and during that time i’d probably get serious about like. shopping around for a ring. keeping it on a chain around my neck once i’ve gotten it.

so by the time i’ve returned, after everything’s settled a bit we’re out one night and maybe it’s not. a particularly impressive date. it’s not like i’ve planned this out there’s just…a lull in things where the time is right & i just sorta take the ring out and get on one knee

i don’t think i’d have a speech so to speak but i’d at least have a good idea of what i want to say but he doesn’t let me get a word out it’s just immediately a yes

📖 What’s your favorite thing to do together?

hmmmmm i would just,, like being intimate w him. we don’t even have to be doing the same thing, as long as we’re doing it together, you know? like, reading or working on paperwork or watching tv, but joined at the hip while doing it. resting our head in the other’s lap, leaning on the other, etc etc

i’m also into baseball, and foggy is really into baseball (i think football too, based on some dialogue in the first episode?) so i imagine we’d go to games a lot, or at least watch it on the tv(i don’t think it’s been mentioned what teams he’s into in canon? not real world, major league teams anyways. there’s the baseball poster in their college dorm but i just can’t fucking discern what team that is and i’m not sure it’s real. or major league, anyways. so personally i’m gonna go w the mets and giants, which i can get behind. there might be some mild rivalry given i’m real diehard into the rockies and broncos, but it’s not like he’s a diamondbacks fan or - god forbid - a patriots fan, so it’d be fine. hell, i mean, it’d probably be more about which of us hates the patriots more. might have been interesting while payton was on our roster tho.tl;dr sports)

🙈 Share an embarassing moment between you two

i’m sure it’s some drunk bullshit honestly like y’all’ve seen how he gets drunk

he’s loud and forgets himself, i’m impulsive and affectionate, it’s not a good mix

👶🏻 Do you ever have a family together? 

some dogs down the road, maybe, but i can’t have kids, don’t want kids, and don’t particularly like kids. like just for 1001 reasons there’s. no reason on god’s green earth i would or should have kids

(and i don’t think foggy would be too beat up about this? like he’s definitely a family man, because of course he is, but i also think he’s the kind of person who doesn’t want kids full time, just wants to spoil his nieces and nephews, of which he has plenty)

💪 Do you ever fight? Who’s the first to apologize?

hmmmmmm probably a little,, but it’d be more over something someone did and tbh whoever is in the wrong would i think. i don’t really think communication or fighting would ever be an issue.

😷 Who’s better at taking care of the other when sick?

it would be nigh impossible for me to get sick with my enhancements and all, so i would just by default. also i’m incredibly doting and know all the secrets and hacks to get through a cold or the flu, and i wouldn’t have to worry about getting sick myself so i could still get close.

i should, like, give him credit where credit’s due, though - when i’m injured or some stupid bullshit? he’s tremendous at taking care of me. i don’t think he’s very good at cooking so it’d mean a lot of takeout but he’d still be good with literally everything else, bc he’s like…….equally as doting, lbr

💋 Do you have nicknames for each other?

u h h h hhhhhh gosh i surprisingly havent thought abt this too much uhhhh,

i mean fogs for him, ofc. i think preferred petnames honey and darling?

and my uhh,,,, my name doesn’t really have any diminutives that i’m ok with, and there’s not a ton of petnames i care too much about either way but. for s ome fuckin reason. something abt calling me sugar? makes me weak as hell.

☁️ Who accidentally kicks the other off of the bed in the middle of the night/Hogs all the sheets?

i did address this earlier in another post but i guess i’ll do it again uhh,,

neither of us, really? bc either we’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, or we’re just sort of comfortably on our bags, not curled up and yanking sheets around and shit. and i don’t really thrash in my sleep and i don’t think he does either so.

[killjoy121710]

Fic Questionnaire for Writers and Readers!

 Tagged by @sentinelai to do this interesting questionnaire. I love this idea, so thanks for the tag ♥

I’m actually super embarassed they tagged me in this almost two weeks ago, but I’m a hot mess so here I am.

 Number your favorite characters from one fandom (in any order you want) 1-12

 Fandom Choice: Free!

 1) Makoto Tachibana

2) Haruka Nanase

3) Rin Matsuoka

4) Nagisa Hazuki

5) Rei Ryuugazaki

6) Sousuke Yamazaki

7) Kou Matsuoka

8) Momotarou Mikoshiba

9) Aiichiro Nitori

10) Kisumi Shigino

11) Asahi Shiina

12) Ikuya Kirishima

 If you wrote a fic about Four, what song would you use to inspire yourself?

Nagisa Hazuki. Hmmmm. Weirdly enough probably It’s Tricky by Run D.M.C. bc I saw a Nagisa vine once with that song. But seriously, I’m not quite sure. It would have to be something fun and uplifting though. I’ve been thinking about it while writing the rest, and the only song I can even think of is Planetary Go by My Chemical Romance. It’s a party jam. Nagisa is a party.

 One/Nine and Six/Ten. Which pairing is happier?

Makoto/Nitori v. Sousuke/Kisumi

Strange™ uhh. These would be two COMPLETELY different dynamics. I feel like Makoto/Nitori would be just because of their personalities. They’re both so sweet and caring, I feel like they would both unintentionally being doing the best to one up each other with cute boyfriend things.

Sousuke/Kisumi would probably still be chill tho. Sousuke would probably be very protective of Kisumi and it would probably cause problems. In the form of Makoto.  

 Have you ever read a fic about Seven/Twelve?

Kou/Ikuya. I have not, but it’s probably out there in some weird au that they share the same story line.

 FMK, but with extra options (to finish off the remaining numbers). The choices are: Fuck, Marry, Kill, Adopt, Live With, and Fight. Choose from numbers One, Two, Three, Five, Eight, Eleven.

Makoto, Haru, Rin, Rei, Momo, Asahi

Alright, I’m gonna get this out of the way even though it’s pain.

Kill: Asahi, just because I’m the least attached to him, but I feel like he would put up a fight and make it difficult for me at least.

Marry: MAKOTO obviously

Fuck: Rin oooooo ye

Adopt: Rei. Small child.

Live with: Haru, he would make Makoto and I delicious food. I’d even eat mackerel.

Fight: Momo, again not bc I necessarily want too, but he’d put up a good fight and it would be fun. If he would actually fight me I guess, since I’m a girl. He probably wouldn’t want to. That just means I win easier.

 Any favorite fic moments for Four?

Nagisa. Hmmmmmmmmm. I haven’t read any fics with him as the central story line, but he’s usually always in the fics, which always gives him a lot of good one liners and stuff. The two moments that are coming to mind right now are coming from one of my FAVORITE fics ever and a fic that’s a wip that I’m reading rn. The first one: Makoto, Nagisa, and Kisumi work together at an elementary school, and Makoto is new and Nagisa is his friend, so Makoto just met Kisumi. Kisumi is obviously tryna get Makoto. So Nagisa gets Makoto to go to an event but he needs a shirt and Kisumi offers to lend Makoto one. So they go to his office and Makoto tells Kisumi he needs a large and Kisumi is all “dang I only have a medium” and gives the shirt to Makoto, who is awkwardly waiting for Kisumi to leave so that he can change. And kisumi the little shit just standing there smirking, and enter Nagisa, the angel, is like “OH Kisumi it smells really good in here. Like pine trees. There’s a lot of pining.” And its shooting Kisumi daggers. Kisumi has the good sense to leave. It goes over Makotos head.

I swear its funnier in the actual fic.

Other moment omg. Rin and Sousuke are in a band together and Nagisa is their manager. Rin and Sousuke are backstage after the show in a hallway and they start getting nasty and fucking Rin omg calls sousuke daddy and suddenly Nagisa “ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUS” NAGISA WAS STANDING THERE FOR LIKE HALF THE CONVERSATION I WAS SOBBING fuck but nagisa was like get the fuck outta here this is why we give you separate changing rooms and called them out on their daddy kink I was crying I was aughing so hard lmao.

If anyone wants to know what either of these are from message me and I’ll tell you.

 What tags/warnings would be included in a One/Twelve fic?

Makoto/Ikuya

Uhhhhhhhhhhh. I literally have no idea. Rarepair.

 What would Eight say if they saw Six and Nine kissing?

If Momo saw Sousuke and Nitori kissing. Omgggg. “Nitori-senpai!!” He 10/10 would immediately start screaming. He would be chill with it.

 Last Question! Make up a summary for a fic including Two, Three, and Eleven.

Haru, Rin, Asahi.

AU where when Rin meets Haru during break from Australia, Haru was walking with Asahi.

Rin is shocked Haru has a friend besides Makoto, but he has no idea how Asahi came into the picture… What will happen when Rin finds out Haru swam a relay?

Who knows? Not me.

 Tag 10+ Followers, (Future) Friends, & Favorite Writers

I’m not going to tag anyone bc I’m shy as fuck. But thank you again @sentinelai   for tagging me!! I had a ton of fun doing this and I want to do more stuff like this.