#The semester ends soon... Y'all know what this means

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Good Luck Charm: Chapter 2

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: the next day in class, you come face to face with him again. while you don't want to keep running into him, circumstances soon mean that you'll have to spend more time together, much to his delight.

word count: 3.4k

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A/N: y'all this chapter took me so long to write. it's more just filler so they don't immediately go from enemies (if i can even call it that) to lovers and i PROMISE things will get better in the next chapter because it kinda starts to go down a little hehe. enjoy<3

warnings: slightly enemies to lovers??? slowburn(ish)????, no use of y/n, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

The next day, you walk into class, your day going a lot smoother than yesterday. You’re a few minutes early, so you take your time getting your stuff out of your bag before you start typing away on your laptop, trying to make yourself look busy.

You’ve almost forgotten about the man you met yesterday, opting not to tell your roommate. You know what she’d say. She’d make you tell her everything about him (and probably find his social medias despite not even knowing his name), and then tell you every single thing she would’ve done if she was in your situation. You’d rather just forget about it, not wanting him to take up any more of your energy.

“Excuse me.” you hear a deep voice say from beside you after a few minutes. You assume it’s someone trying to get by you to sit down in your aisle, so you quickly stand up to get out of his way. As you stand, you steal a glance at him, huffing as you see that it’s the man you ran into yesterday, and a deep frown finds its way onto your face. You sit back down once he’s past you, rolling your eyes when instead of moving down the aisle, he chooses to sit right beside you.

“You look gorgeous today, princess, despite the scowl on your face.” he teases, letting out a soft chuckle at how quickly your face fills with distaste.

“Why are you doing this?” you whisper-yell, turning your head to glare at him. Why does he want to continue with this? You walked away from him yesterday, you thought you were done with him.

“Doing what? I gave a pretty girl a compliment, what’s wrong with that?” he teases softly, a playful glint in his eye as he meets your gaze. Despite his tone, he’s dead serious. He thinks you’re gorgeous, and he’s going to keep talking to you until you believe it. He thought about you all day yesterday, and it’s a miracle you happened to have this class with him too.

“Why are you so interested in me all of a sudden?” you ask as your tense shoulders deflate slightly. You lean further back in your chair, eyes going to the front of the room as the professor walks in. You’re really not feeling argumentative today, so your voice comes out less cold than he’s used to in hopes of your lack of a fight deterring him.

“Because I like a girl with an attitude.” he teases softly, not missing the way your voice is changing as the seconds go by, your attitude crumbling right in front of his eyes. While seeing you with less of an attitude is fun, he wants to take it a step further, not wanting to stop until your attitude is gone and you’re giving him a sweet smile he’s sure will make him fold.

“You’re infuriating.” you get out quietly just as the professor starts speaking. You train your eyes on the professor, trying to ignore the way his arm and thigh are pressed against yours. 

Your professor goes over the plan for the course and the assignment instructions before bringing up the final assignment. Rather than an exam, your class will have an assignment worth 40% of your grade that you have to present during the last week of classes, and you must work with a partner. 

“I’ve decided to make it easy for you. Take a look at the person beside you, they’ll be your partner. I figured I’d get partners out of the way now to make sure no one has an excuse to ask for an extension at the end of the semester. I’ll give you a minute to introduce yourselves and exchange information.” your professor tells the class before turning to her computer. The noise in the classroom increases slightly as people around you start talking to their partners.

Your eyes widen slightly at her words, and you sink further into your chair with a groan as you see him turn to look at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, princess.” he says smuggly, a smirk making its way onto his face. He almost can’t contain his excitement. This is a big assignment, and now, you have to hang out with him for the rest of the semester.

You roll your eyes at his words, and then turn to glare at him, which earns a soft chuckle from his lips.

“We should just get this over with. I’m less busy at the start of the semester anyway, so we should get most of it done early.” you tell him, noticing that he’s being less than subtle as his eyes glance down to your chest. You’re wearing a dress today that’s lower cut than you usually wear, and he had noticed the way your dress hugs your curves as soon as you stood up to let him past you.

“You’re just dying to get me alone, aren’t you?” he teases, his smirk widening at your clear annoyance of being stuck by him. He’s glad you want to get to work so soon; he doesn’t think he can go long without seeing you again, even with the classes you share. “I’m free on Thursday, you can come over and we can start working on it.”

You scoff at his words, rolling your eyes. Of course he wants you at his house. You’re sure you’re not the first girl he’s tried to lure into his house under the guise of doing class work.

“Absolutely not. We’ll meet at the library.” you counter, narrowing your eyes at him, as if daring him to argue.

“Alright, alright. But if you change your mind at any time, the offer still stands,” he says, giving you a wink, and running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He may be teasing, but he means it. He wants to see you in his room, in his bed, and he’s pretty confident that you’ll give in eventually. “I’ll meet you there at 10?” 

“Fine.” You turn your head back to the front of the room, crossing your arms over your chest. You hope he’ll let you be after this, because as much as you don’t like him, you’re afraid that if he keeps complimenting you, you won’t be able to resist him.

“I should probably get your number too, you know, so I can text you. About the assignment.” You tilt your head back at his words and close your eyes, huffing loudly. Mumbling a “fine” as you snatch the phone from his hands and put your name and number into his phone. You shove the phone back at him, and cross your arms again, keeping your eyes glued to the front of the room.

He looks down at his phone as you hand it back, realizing as he reads your name that he hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t know your name until now, his nickname for you just felt right. He mumbles your name as his eyes trace it on the screen, memorizing it. He lets it roll around on his tongue as he gets used to the feel of your name on his tongue.

“I’m Evan, by the way.” he informs you after a moment, licking his lip as he turns to take in your features again, just as the professor begins to speak again.

“Awesome.” you reply sarcastically, opening your laptop again as your professor continues her lecture, ignoring his attention on you.

He doesn’t try to talk to you for the rest of class, both of you sitting silently and taking notes as the professor speaks. You do feel his eyes on you every once in a while, however, and you try to ignore the way your stomach flutters every time you feel his thigh pushing against yours more as the time ticks. It’s like a constant reminder of how close he is to you.

Once class is over, you let out a long sigh as you start putting your stuff back in your bag. He stands up at the same time you do, following you out of the room.

“So, where are you off to? We could-” he starts as he catches up to you, eyes trained on you as you move around people lingering in the hallway.

“I have to go to class.” you say quickly, hoping he gets the hint. You don’t really have class, but even just his presence is making you feel dizzy. He’s so annoying, and yet you can’t help but welcome how he keeps trying to talk to you.

“Sure you do, princess.” he teases. But he doesn’t push further. He slows his pace as you keep walking, checking you out as you walk away, then yells after you. “I’ll see you on Thursday!”

He chuckles softly to himself as you keep walking and pulls out his phone, finding your contact and sending you a quick text. He just wishes you were still right beside him so he could see how you react.

You look down at your phone as it vibrates, seeing a text from an unknown number. Your brows furrow as you open the text, but you roll your eyes once you read the text. You fight back a smile, knowing exactly who it’s from, feeling your face grow hot as you read and reread the text. 

Unknown Number: You look good in that dress by the way, princess ;)

On Wednesday night, after hanging out with your roommate for a few hours, you get ready for bed. You still haven’t told her about Evan, as you really don’t want to hear everything she would undoubtedly say about him. You had previously learned that talking about someone only makes you think of them more, so you decide it would be better to not talk about him at all with anyone. Once you shower and do your night routine, you get into bed. You’re almost asleep when you hear your phone vibrate beside you. You huff, rolling over and picking up your phone to read the text. 

Evan: Are we still meeting at the library tomorrow, or have you already deleted and blocked my number?

You: Unfortunately, I can’t do that until after this semester is over

Evan: Good. I get to see your cute angry face until the end of the semester ;)

You: I’m going to bed now.

Evan: Oh, are you? Are you in bed right now?

You: Yes.

Evan: What are you wearing?

You: Goodnight, Evan.

Evan: Goodnight, princess.

He chuckles softly at your texts, knowing his teasing is getting a rise out of you. He lays in his bed, wondering what exactly you’re doing right now. Are you smiling? Are you rolling your eyes? Maybe both, he’s not sure. He knows he wants to see you right now. Better yet, he wants you in his bed instead, laying under him with his hand over your mouth so you don’t wake up his roommates. He smirks at the thought, closing his eyes as he imagines how you would react as he trails kisses down your body. How your plush body would feel under his hands. He drifts off to sleep very easily.

You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you read his texts. You shake your head and put your phone back down on your table and lay back down on your back, staring at the ceiling. He really needs to stop doing this. You’re afraid that pretty soon, your roommate will catch on, or see a text from him, and then you really won’t be able to hide your growing feelings. You have a hard time sleeping that night, unable to get your mind off of him and his stupid texts.

The next day, you drag yourself out of bed far later than when your alarm goes off. You think you snoozed it twice, but when you finally unlock your phone and check the time, you realize you had snoozed it for 40 minutes. You get out of bed quickly and go to the bathroom to get ready, hoping he wouldn’t give you an attitude for being a few minutes late. Once you get ready and change, you grab your bag and head out the door, walking quickly to the library.

You groan as you walk into the library, seeing him already there and leaning against the wall, staring at his phone. As if he senses your presence, he looks up at you, a smirk forming on his face as his eyes quickly trace over your figure and he shoves his phone in his pocket.

“Rough night, princess?” he teases, pushing off the wall and walking towards you. He’s met with a scowl as you look up at him, huffing as you walk right past him and further into the library.

“Shut up, I didn’t have time to make coffee this morning. Let’s get this over with.” you grumble over your shoulder, going over to the elevator.

“Yes ma’am.” he hums, turning to follow you. You both get in the elevator and you press the button for the group study floor before crossing your arms over your chest and tapping your foot lightly. He chuckles at this, licking his lips before speaking.

“You’re cranky in the morning, huh?” he states, mirroring your stance and crossing his arms over his chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you really hated me.”

“It’s a little bit of both, I guess.” you murmur, stepping off the elevator as it gets to the 5th floor. He chuckles under his breath as he follows you, shaking his head. He’ll just have to give you a little while to wake up before he continues, he thinks, not wanting to dig the hole any deeper and make you actually hate him.

Once you’re set up at an empty table, sitting beside each other, you begin talking about the assignment, not wanting to waste any time. He surprisingly doesn’t give you any smartass remarks as you speak, and even gives you a few ideas for the assignment. Honestly, you’re a little surprised. From looking at him, you sort of assume he would make you do everything yourself, but he seems willing to put in the work. He seems to know his stuff too. He isn’t as dumb as you thought he may be. Maybe that’s not very nice of you, but you can’t help but think of him as one of those guys that only got into this school because they’re good at football.

You lighten up after a few hours of working together, giving him a few soft smiles as he slowly starts joking and flirting with you. He can tell that you’re still a little shy, as you keep trying to hide your smile by looking away from him, but he can see it. He wants to see it more, but he can also tell that you’re still trying to keep your walls up, despite his best efforts.

“You know, you’re a lot more fun when you don’t have that little attitude.” he tells you after a few minutes of silence. You look up at him, narrowing your eyes slightly as you fight back a smile by pursing your lips. 

“You’re a lot less annoying when you’re not being such a guy.” you counter, a small smirk making its way onto your face as his face scrunches up in confusion.

“What does that even mean?” he asks with a small chuckle, turning in his chair to face you completely, your assignment forgotten.

“Exactly what I said. You’re only focused on yourself. You walk around like no one else matters but you. And if I had to guess, you’re on some sort of sports team too, right?” you say, shutting your laptop slowly, turning your upper body towards his with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh, yeah. Football.” He’s confused at where you’re going with this, but he’s curious to know more. Maybe he’ll find out why you’re resisting giving into him so much.

“Exactly. All athletes carry themselves the same: like they’re too good for everyone around them because you’re good at whatever you do. That’s how you were when we met. Acting like the world revolved around you.” you explain, moving your arms as you speak. He raises his brows in surprise, and his smirk grows as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

“I was not. You were. You practically bit my head off after you bumped into me.” he argues, keeping a smile on his face, letting you know that he isn’t seriously upset about it. As much as he likes the softer exterior you’ve had the last few hours, he thinks it’s fun when you argue with him.

“Okay, whatever.” you mumble, turning back to your laptop and opening it again. Did he have to keep reminding you of that? It was a bad thing to do, you know that, and you just want to forget how you acted when you met him. It wasn’t like anything you’d do normally.

“Nuh uh. Come on, don’t shut back down again. I’m not holding it against you. It was cute.” he tells you quickly, noticing the way you’re slowly starting to close yourself off again. He nudges your arm with his, hoping you’ll look back up at him as he ducks his head, hoping to meet your eyes.

“Yeah, and it was really cute when you trapped me in the classroom so you could tell me that it was all my fault.” you say softly as you tilt your head up to look into his eyes, your eyes narrowed slightly as you bite the inside of your cheek. You aren’t sure what to make of his words. Why the hell did he keep complimenting you like this?

“So, you think I’m cute?” he teases, leaning onto the table and resting his chin on his folded arms. You scoff softly, laughing as you turn back to your laptop, going back to your assignment research.

You work for another few minutes in silence as he stays in the same position, eyes glancing between your face and your laptop screen every once in a while. You think he’s finally got all the talking out of his system when he speaks again in a softer voice.

“You really don’t like me much, do you?” Your eyes soften at his words as a quiet sigh escapes your lips. You close your laptop again and peer down at him, taking a moment to gather your thoughts.

“I don’t not like you. It’s just, I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” you say softly, tilting your head to the side as you look down at him. You can tell that he really is trying not to be a dick to you, and when he’s looking at you with those big blue eyes, you feel a little bad about how you’re treating him.

“Doing what?” he asks curiously, lifting his head from the table and putting a hand under his chin to rest his head. He tilts his head the same way as you, hoping that if he stares long enough into your eyes, he’ll understand your feelings towards him. “This. I don’t know,” you start, gesturing to him with your hands outstretched. “First, you were a dick, and now you’re trying to, like, get to know me or something. I kinda thought you’d just make me do the entire assignment by myself.” you explain, looking down at the table, laughing softly at your last sentence. He scoffs and puts a hand to his chest, as though your words physically wounded him.

“You hurt me, princess. I’m not a complete douchebag.” he tells you, and although his voice has a teasing tone, his eyes show a glint of hurt at your words. He truly hadn’t meant to be a dick; he was merely trying to get you to keep talking to him. Maybe you aren’t like some of the girls he’s used to. Maybe he has to try a different approach, he thinks.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” you hum softly, turning your attention back to your laptop, trying to fight back a smile. 

Okay, maybe he’s not as bad as you thought.

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✧˖*°࿐ 2024 tumblr wrapped

as this year comes to an end, and we revisit the memories it brought, it's only appropriate that we go through this past year in this account. thankfully, i was tagged by @monamipencil in her tumblr wrapped post, which gave me the motivation to make this post (which i otherwise would have procrastinated on) that gives me the opportunity to share a glance at this year in writing.

before we get into it, i wanna take a moment to thank everyone from the bottomest pit of my little heart: followers; fellow creators who I always look up to; every anon who's sent me an ask, even if it's just to ramble; everyone who's read any of my work and who's shown love to them. what this account is right now, is all because of your support and love. so really, i love you with every single living cell in my body.

for some basic details:

this account was created on may 14 (counting the day of the first post), so it's been 232 days of cxffecoupx!

as of the moment i'm writing this, we have 762 followers — a truly huge family indeed!

i've posted 40 works (crazy to even think about that??)

made 326 posts all together (i do yap a lot).

made a few really good friends...

...and also realised i would like to post even more in the coming year

for someone as inconsistent as me, i sure feel very surprised at the performance this year (you can actually see how low I'd expected of myself lol), and i'm so so grateful to y'all for all your love.

now, for some post specific stats:

again, i've posted 40 works this year.

top fic of 2024 — [11:18 pm]; seungcheol × reader; 2k notes.

longest fic — realising they're in love with you; ot13 × reader; 1.4k words. here for you; joshua × reader; 1.4k words .

personal fav — (you can't make me choose btw my babies >:(!!) what 2 am with them looks like; ot13 × reader. cheol as a girl dad; seungcheol × reader.

top member — seungcheol (very biased, i know).

total word count of 2024 — (idk i need my laptop to check ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ; will update soon tho).

this is all about my writing and works. again, i would like to thank every single one of you who's taken even a little time out to read any of it; i seriously cannot express it enough, i really really mean it.

using this section to dedicate some special thanks and extra love to a few people:

@simpxxstan — no amount of words would be enough to thank you. for all the times you've patiently listened to my rants and silliest ideas. for every time you've approached me to share your own thoughts because that just makes me feel soo loved. for all the times you've supported and encouraged me, not just for all the caratlife related stuff, but also personal problems and struggles. for helping me get through this semester of master's while you were going through it yourself. if i could invent a new word to convey all the gratefulness i have towards you, i'd gladly use that right now.

@seungcheorry — one of the reasons cxffecoupx is what it is today. if it weren't for your support and guidance, i'd still be using my personal account and there would be no cxffecoupx. and although it all started like that, you've only continued to show your kindness by your ongoing support and love, even during difficult times for you. please know that i'll always be here for you to reach out to. always.

@wonuumelody — the first friend i made here. the first person who messaged me to tell me how much she liked my very first post. literally gave me all the more reason to keep posting, because if not for anyone else, then atleast for her. thank you so much for your kind words that day; it still keeps me going.

@ylangelegy — where do i even begin with kae? i found the account through a coincidence and it's been such a rollercoaster ride for me since then. tbh, i look up to them as someone i'd like to use as my guiding light when things get rough. when i feel like the words i write do not look pretty, they're always the first to show me that they are. and that it more than enough at the time for me. my personal cheerleader, know that i'm always at the bleachers, cheering you on too.

@monamipencil — this is such a whiplash for me because this person was someone i used to look up to since the beginning of my cxffecoupx days,,, and then one day she interacted with my posts???? ris starstruck moment fr because i could not believe my eyes. so this will forever remain a core memory for me. truly.

@hearts4hansol — ofc i need to mention my secret santa, the one who kept me so entertained this whole month of december and gifted me something so so special that it'll remain in a part of my mind and heart for as long as cxffecoupx exists. i want to apologise again for all the messages i haven't replied to yet, and also thank you for all the silent support you've given me 'anonymously'.

@mejaemin — my only nct moot here. she has a special place in the neon green section of my heart. i love you so so much.

plus a few other people i'm sure to have left out. please don't feel i've forgotten, because someway or another, i'm grateful for your love and your part in showing support that has given me fuel to keep going on. this also goes to all the anons who've sent in their requests (including those i havent yet responded to; i see them everyday and i will most definitely get to them).

resolutions for next year?

write more — seriously. even though i feel like 40 works for half of the year seemed surprising to me, i do hope to be able to post some good stuff i can feel proud of. it's a bit difficult, but i'll try my best to reach there.

work through the requests and drafts — i have around 10-15 requests in the inbox, and nearly 30-40 little drafts (one-liners mostly, a brief clue about the idea i jotted down earlier). i would LOVE to be able to work through those and finish them up. that would honestly be so satisfying omg.

as a sidenote to the previous two resolutions, i would like to finish winter wonderland — by posting the remaining two drabbles. i know i've been pushing it for too long now, and i hate it as much as you do, honestly. so i would love to get that done first tbvh.

interact more — come across more writing blogs and make more moots. it's always fun to talk to someone (i am like this only on the net). this would also allow me to read more variety of stories and possibly learn something from them.

on a personal note — do well academically, make more friends, (hopefully) find new love, travel and explore more... might add more to this bingo card.

with this, we reach the end of my 2024 tumblr wrapped (ended up a little too long, pardon). thank you so much for this opportunity to let me take a glance back at this year, to learn from my mistakes and do better next time.

(not really tagging anyone because 2024 is almost over now, but if she's up to it, then i'd love to see @simpxxstan do it + anyone else who's interested, (i'm a little nosy and) would love to see it!!)

the time here is 23:45.

signing off as cxffecoupx of 2024.

see you on the other side.

happy new year! i love y'all <3

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and the songbirds are singing like they know the score - sneak peek

"Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone." or Jake calls the landline at 11 PM on a Thursday because his goddaughter is wasted and Bradley is less than thrilled.

A/N: in light of me finishing my second to last semester of undergrad and my undying love for Bradley's precocious daughter from the halloween fic, i thought i would post a little preview of what i'm working on for them! love these characters more than life and def so excited for y'all to get to know them better soon.

No one ever calls the landline. Very few people even have the phone number for the landline outside of Maverick and a few close family friends. Besides, anyone who would need to reach you had your cell phone numbers anyway. 

So who the actual fuck is calling your landline at 11 PM on a Thursday night? 

You hear Bradley yank the phone from its place on the wall and exhale with a huff. After sixteen years of being together, you know that huff is his tell of being annoyed. 

“Hello?” he gruffly answers. His irritation makes the questions sound more like a monotonous statement. 

“Bradshaw –” 

Jake Seresin is on the other end of the line. You can recognize his voice from the other room with his cadence even though you’re not the one on the phone with him. Having “mom ears” does that to a person, you suppose. 

“Why the fuck are you calling my house at 11 PM?” Bradley snaps. 

You’re wondering the same thing, but you’ll have to talk to him about being so rude and huffy. Jake may actually need something, after all. 

“Well you weren’t answering your fucking cell and neither was your wife so I had to do something.” 

Bradley rolls his eyes and looks back into the darkened living room. He’s been more on edge about you lately. 

“You can’t miss me that fucking much to be spamming my phone with calls,” he sighs and leans his back up agaisnt the wall. He notices the open blinds on the back door and starts to walk to close them before he’s yanked back by the phone cord. 

“Don’t cream your pants. I don’t like you that much.” 

Bradley lets out a soft snort in amusement before he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed. He opens his mouth to ask Jake what exactly it is that’s so damn important and can’t wait until tomorrow morning when he’s beaten to it. 

“I have Quincy here in the passenger seat and she’s beyond unwell.” 

The statement sends Bradley into panic mode instantly. His voice catches in his throat and he can’t recall a moment he’s had where he’s felt like he’s had to force the breath out of himself like this. 

He lets out something between a huff, a cough, and a wheeze before remembering he can’t make a huge show of himself right now because it’ll also throw you into panic mode. 

“What the fuck do you mean she’s not well? Jake, where the fuck are you?” he whispers into the phone, trying to cover his mouth as much as possible so you can’t even read his lips if you tried. “Is she okay? What’s –” 

It doesn’t take a genius to know that Bradley is panicking. Even Bradley’s beyond intoxicated and passed out seventeen-year-old daughter sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s truck could piece together that her father is nothing but a raging ball of anxiety at the moment, and Jake is positive that his friend is growing another patch of gray hair as the seconds pass. 

“Oh. . . fuck, I guess I should’ve phrased that better,” Jake admits. His truck comes to a halt at a spotlight and he glances over at his goddaughter. “She’s fine. She’s definitely drunk as shit right now, but I’m on the way to drop her at yours.”

Bradley can feel the obnoxious orange ball of anxiety inside of him shift to a tumultuous rage induced scarlett. His hand tightens around the cord of the phone and he has to stop himself before he yanks it out of the wall. He’s gotten angry like this before, but it never was angled toward his daughter. 

Never toward his sweet, precious girl. Never toward his amazing Quincy. 

But she knows the rules (and she chose to break them) and she knows what was told to her (and she snuck out anyway) and she knows that it’s dangerous to be that drunk (but yet she’s passed out in Jake’s truck). 

And if that isn’t both nerve-wracking and frustrating, Bradley doesn’t know what is. 

“Put her on the phone,” he speaks lowly. 

Jake gulps, knowing that he’s in one of those moods. Bradley doesn’t express anger as often as he expresses annoyance, but an angry Bradley is never someone he wants to be around. And from the way that Quincy made it sound when she called him to come get her from some random party in the middle of nowhere thirty five minutes away from her house at 11 PM on a school night, he knows her ass is being had tomorrow morning by both you and Bradley. 

There’s absolutely no way his goddaughter is coming out of this unscathed. 

“Dude, she’s obliterated right now and I think you talking to her is just gonna make it worse.” 

“And I don’t give a fuck. I said, put her on the fucking phone now.” 

Jake shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Quincy begins to stir next to him in her seat. He’s always been the person she’s called whenever she was in trouble. He always got the first hug whenever she was brought around. He’s always been her source of comfort outside of her parents and he’s never minded it because being around her is easy. 

It was easy to carry her around whenever she asked when she was little. It was easy to give in and let her sit in the cockpit of his grounded aircraft with him and let her play with the buttons when her dad and Papa Mav refused. It was easy to pick her up from school mid-day and take her to lunch. It was easy to bring her back gifts from whenever he was deployed and even easier picking them out because she’s a sucker for meaningless trinkets. 

It was easy to be her godfather and she’s a smart and relatively easy kid, but Jake has never been prepared for this part. 

Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone. 

“No,” he speaks and he can hear Bradley let out a small gasp at the denial of his request, “She fucked up bad, Bradley. I’m sure she knows and you can have it out with her tomorrow morning, but right now, she’s not in any place to be screamed at and made to feel worse. You’re her dad and m’not tryin’ to take that away from you –” 

Bradley scoffs, “What exactly do you fuckin’ know about raising kids, Jake? Huh?” 

Jake grimaces and decides to take the brute of Bradley’s anger. Better him than Quincy, he figures. Besides, he knows Bradley doesn’t mean any of it. . . At least he hopes he doesn’t. 

“You obviously can’t be a dad because you just wanna have fun and dick around all the fucking time. Buying them fuckin’ candy and letting them off scott-free doesn’t do shit. You don’t have what it takes to raise a fucking person.” 

Jake doesn’t know why, but part of him starts to get that prickly feeling in his chest. Usually, every insult rolls off his shoulders into oblivion and he gets off on making people angry and being able to put on the facade that he really couldn’t give a damn if he tried.

But this one hurts because he knows that Bradley is right in some regard. 

He’s a runner and he lets people down. He’s nearing fifty (and God, he never thought he ever would) and has never even bothered to settle down. And he’s made the peace with himself a long time ago that he doesn’t deserve a wife or a family or kids because he would never be able to love them more than he loves himself; more than he loves his career. 

To hear one of your closest friends admit that to you openly, to know that someone outside of you sees it too, makes his heart stop momentarily and forces him to feel the ache of the words meant to stab him in the chest. 

“I understand,” he swallows. He knows arguing with Bradley isn’t the right thing to do at the moment and never will be. “I’m still not putting her on the phone. We will be at your house shortly.” 

The line goes dead and Bradley is overcome with a wave of anger that drowns him like a tsunami. He knows what he said was shitty and that he has no right to do that to someone who he considers a close friend, but he just can’t help himself. 

He knows no allies when it comes to his daughter. 

[weresilver]

Holy shit I am alive! Well, I'm just on Tumblr less, but I'm around. And I'm still writing!! If you couldn't guess by the not actual Sunday posting, I'm not ready to go back to regular posting. On top of on-a-whim WIPs I have at least one work project a week, and this week is my last week before finals for the semester :) somebody save me But I wanted to give y'all something, so this is it.

[Part 1] – [Part 10] – [Part 12]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 11

A song

When he started high school months ago, Eddie hadn't expected to find people that shared his interests for a while; he wasn't the oldest guy in the band, but the rest of Corroded Coffin still had to finish middle school, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

In the end, Ollie, their drummer, decided to drag him to a D&D session, and the rest was history. It had been some of the best fun he had, and he was sure the others would like it too.

It had also become a small problem.

Eddie dropped himself on the couch next to Wayne as soon as he got home. Hellfire had run a little bit later than expected, but it was the last session before winter break, it couldn't be helped.

No, the problem wasn't the sessions running late. Wayne was usually at work by the time they were done, and on the off chance he had a Friday off, he was always warned of where he was.

(Eddie would not make that mistake, ever, where Wayne was concerned.)

Wayne glanced at him but kept his attention on the crossword he was working on as Eddie fidgeted with his ring. The radio played softly somewhere close to them.

Okay, calling it a problem was a little dramatic even for him. It wasn't a problem. It wasn't. But it was a little unexpected, he'd never even thought it was a possibility.

"Alright, kid." Wayne put the newspaper down, turning slightly to look at him. "What's goin' on with you?"

"Uh," he stalled like an idiot. If something would make Wayne assume something was wrong, hesitating would be it. "I don't… It's not bad."

"But it is something," Wayne guessed. "What kind of something?"

"You ever figure something out that you thought you knew about yourself?" Eddie asked, but made a face immediately after, twisting in his seat to look at Wayne as well. "Like… You thought something, but it turns out that the truth is something else?" He chanced a look at Wayne's face and saw a flicker of understanding. "It's nothing bad! I promise it's nothing bad."

Wayne nodded. "You said that, Eddie, and I believe you." His eyes unfocused for a moment, in a way Eddie knew meant his uncle was looking for words. "Well, there was that one time I learned I'm allergic to grapes, remember?"

Eddie nodded. That had happened years ago when his Ma was still alive, and it had freaked him out as a kid. It had been a surprise to Wayne as well.

"Now, I'm guessin' this isn't about food, or even music," he prompted. Eddie nodded, looking down at his hands and spinning the ring on his finger. "You know whatever's in your head is safe here, Eddie."

"I know," he groaned. "It's just… not something I expected?" Eddie shrugged. "I told you about Dylan, right?"

"Yeah?" Wayne nodded, looking a little confused. "First kid from your club to actually try and teach you that game of yours? You made 'im kinda hard to forget, Eddie." The smirk was both on Wayne's face and voice. Eddie flopped onto his back, almost hitting his head on the arm of the couch and causing Wayne to huff a laugh. "What about him?"

"Ollie said he was flirting. With me," he clarified while looking at the trailer ceiling. There was a stain up there that they should probably look into at some point.

"And that's not bad."

Eddie hummed his negative, spinning the ring that used to be his mother's.

"I mean, I didn't notice but Ollie swears he was." His hands started moving above his body. "And while Kant was driving us all home, I realized that I didn't really mind if he was, it's—it's kinda nice, and I wouldn't mind!" He raised his head a little to look at Wayne. "I mean, I know there's nothing wrong with liking another boy," he said in a low voice. At this time, there wasn't anyone to overhear their conversation. It just seemed like the softness was needed. "I just never stopped to think about it."

Wayne hummed thoughtfully, and Eddie stretched out on the couch, unceremoniously dropping his feet on Wayne's lap.

"Pretty sure this is a good age to be thinking about this stuff, Eddie." Wayne patted his leg, ignoring the noise he'd just made. "I was about 20 when I thought, hell, maybe I'm better off just by myself."

"I spent all that time telling Dick that I wasn't interested in boys like that," Eddie mused, the nickname he bestowed upon his father making him smile. Wayne shook his head with a smile of his own. "Might have saved some time if I'd just—"

"Don't even go there, kid," he interrupted. "Your old man was a piece of work who couldn't handle not being in control."

Eddie sighed, nodding slowly. "So, what do I do?"

"About what?"

"Wayne!" Eddie shot up from the couch, standing in front of his uncle with his arms crossed.

"Alright, alright," Wayne conceded with a chuckle. "Do you like him?"

"I…" Eddie frowned, thinking it over. "Think so?" Wayne raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. "He's a good person! He listens, y'know, and he's nice to be around."

"That ain't quite enough, kid," Wayne said softly. "You need to know for sure because people have their expectations in a relationship, and you need to know whether you two can find a middle ground."

"Expectations like…" His frown deepened, trying to think of something. "What?"

"All sorts of things," Wayne shrugged. "Sex, for one."

Eddie groaned, sitting down on the little coffee table that was behind him. It creaked ominously for a moment but settled down again. Wayne chuckled and continued talking. Eddie only half listened, as he was prone to when he wasn't interested in the topic, while Wayne kept going about how people — most of them, anyway — eventually wanted more "physical action" out of the relationship. Some sooner than others.

Those were Wayne's words. He wasn't sure how his uncle knew any of it, Eddie had never heard about the man being in any sort of relationship, ever, but the fact was that Eddie would much rather just… not do what he was very obviously implying.

Did people really have nothing better to do? This was starting to feel a little bit like some of the conversations he'd overheard over the halls in high school…

It was kind of ridiculous.

"Okay!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his arms to stop Wayne before he could go into any type of detail. "How the hell do you even know any of this?!"

Wayne shrugged, smiling in a way that made Eddie narrow his eyes. He did not want to know.

"Either way," Wayne continued softly. "Make sure to respect them and that they respect you, kid." He stood up, patting his shoulder. "Just want you to stay safe."

Eddie watched him move to the kitchen for a moment before standing up himself. He turned the radio up a little, just enough to be heard from his room. He didn't think Wayne had anything to worry about; if what he'd just said was true, Eddie was probably better off on his own just as Wayne was.

He lay down on his bed, listening to Woody Guthrie's voice in the background. He wasn't sure which song it was, but he had the impression of it being one of Wayne's favorites. He was sure he'd listened to it a lot since he came live with him.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep to the music.

At some point, Eddie was aware he was on his back. He usually moved around in bed more, but he felt tired. Still tired. He was supposed to feel better rested, he'd been asleep just now.

He could still hear the music on the radio, lowered and muffled somewhere to his right.

Do not think 'bout tomorrow; let tomorrow come and go…

Right, that was Wayne's favorite song, one of the first he'd taught Eddie on the acoustic guitar. Without opening his eyes, he tapped his finger on the bed to the rhythm of it. It wasn't his usual type of music but it was… pleasant.

Something wrapped around his wrist, stilling the movement of his hand. He tensed. The last time something held him— He tried holding onto his sheets, but the thin, scratchy material felt wrong and—

"Eddie," a soft voice called to him. He didn't know it, he didn't like it. Whoever they were, moved their hand so they were holding his hand instead. "Can you squeeze my hand?"

He didn't want to listen to them, but he could tell it was important. It took more effort than he'd expected to put any type of pressure on the hand holding his. He couldn't think of it as a squeeze of any kind.

"That's great, Eddie, that's great." They sounded happy for some reason. "Think you can open your eyes, now?"

Eddie made a noise that might have been a no if he had any more energy. The stranger — a woman, he realized — chuckled.

"I know it's unpleasant, but we really need you to open your eyes."

He wanted to go back to sleep. He was still tired, his body was aching all over, head to toe. But he was pretty sure she wouldn't let him sleep again.

If squeezing her hand took effort, opening his eyes was like… something worse. There was a golden-ish glow to the room he was in, but not much in the way of furniture of any kind. It was him and this lady.

Listen to the steel rails hummin', that's the hobo's lullaby.

"Wayne…?"

[vitaminseetarot]

Hey there 🦋

I've finallyfinally finally reached the end of all the requests for July's game. I'm extremely thankful for your patience in waiting for my response. I had some fun in planning this game out and doing your readings. With that said, however, I just so happened to pick one of the most energetically crazy times to actually start the game, yikes.

The week of doing the game readings was… insane. Not just because of what's happening news-wise, but because too many close call disasters in a very short span of time in my personal sphere. The Mars-Uranus conjunction was no joke! It did a number on me and as a result I had to take some time off to just breathe. My original plan was to have everyone answered within the week, but the wheels on the momentum bus came screeching to a complete halt around the full moon, where I was forced to stop and spend time away from the computer to attend to external matters. From there, I was able to post just a few answers at a time until now. It took me longer than anticipated to finish everyone's readings and I sincerely apologize for all the hang ups.

My goal was to start paid reading immediately after; with Mercury Retrograde coming right up, and with needing to still recover from the past couple weeks, I've decided it may be a better idea to put it off for one more month. My reason for doing this, and why I didn't start earlier this year, is because when I do open up paid services, I want you to get your readings as soon as possible and not have to wait well over a week. Which means I have to be in the right mental health space and life set-up to meet that requirement.

(And as an extra note, I'm only on tumblr and not on other social media platforms, and this is my only account. Please don't get scammed by solicitors pretending to be me!)

I'll be posting a Mercury Rx themed PAC in August because the idea is still sitting fresh in my mind, but I will likely post my menu later after this period transits through. This Elements Game, as fun as it was, ended up exhausting my psychic reserves in a way that the March aura game somehow didn't, and I need to use up the rest of the summer sun to recuperate and regroup. I don't know if I will have another game planned for this year, but if I consider it, I'll keep you updated in advance.

This hasn't been the first time my blog has had to slow to a near halt. I made this account several months before anything could even get posted which was frustrating at first but eventually worked itself out. So far, I've had a great time making these PACs and Game readings for you, but I'm re-realizing that passion alone can't assuage one's health needs. It can't replace food, and sleep, and walks outside, and time for stillness and reflection. And pushing too hard to get everything done actually results in things slowing down too much.

I really hope y'all take care of yourselves this summer. Enjoy what downtime you can get on the weekends, and in your days before the next school semester starts. Don't let the panic of the news completely tune out all the good things this season can offer. Go out and get ice cream with friends. Spend time at the beach. Play a fun new game. And most importantly… Drink your water!! It's very cliche to say but it's literally the biggest message I have for everyone this season, above all. (Dehydration issues are not a joke, ppl, it's scary! 😭)

Drink… and breathe.

Peace ✌🍊

[kkyaka]

Omg how was it bro lmaoo

Bro anon LMFAOO, I got you (kinda tmi under the cut, so warning for kinda sexual explicit content LOL), this got really long I'm so sorry 😭

(takes a deep breath) okay, SO lol first things first

I had actually seen this guy at a Halloween party I went to last semester, but right as I was gonna tell him that I thought he was cute, he left. And then I saw him on hinge and we matched! He goes to the same school I do, and he doesn't live too far away.

So, I matched with him and started talking to him, and he wanted to come over at like 10pm on Monday (today is Thursday as I write this) and I had come from a volleyball scrimmage and I was NOT in the mood to hook up

So I told him that, and he said that wasn't his intentions (which was a SHOCKER) so I let him come over 💀 LMFAO and we just cuddled and watched anime. And he didn't stay long cause I was tired asf, but like towards the end, he said that he had lied about not wanting to do anything, but I think that was because I wore really short shorts lmfaooo

We held hands for a while and then he had to leave, so I walked him to his car (he held my hand the whole time) and then he drove me back to my apartment. And then he told me that he really wanted to kiss me, but he never made a move lol, so I did. I made the first move! I kissed him first! Who would've thought? But yeah, he like never made a move on me or anything and that made me feel better

So then he said he was free the NEXT day (Tuesday) and I said he could come over lol cause I was gonna be gone for a whole week and I wanted some fun lmao. So, we just cuddled on the couch watching TV again (I'm not gonna tell you what we were watching bc you'll judge me LMFAO)

Anyway, fast forward like an episode later, and we're making out on the couch and then like five minutes later, he's eating me out LMFAOOOO, and his head game was pretty good honestly

So then, we move to my bed but then he goes an gets a condom, and not once did I ever think to like stop him, which isn't bad! I've messed around with a lot of guys, but I've always stopped it before it gets to this point, but with this guy I was kinda nervous but not enough to where I wanted to stop it

Bro he ate me out so much, I was like I mean sure, if you want to lmfao. I didn't cum, but he made me feel really good, so I'm not really upset about that honestly, and I'm pretty sure I'll see him again when I get back.

So, I was kinda worried because he wasn't very long, but he was lowkey really thick, so I was like 😬 sir you might rip me in half no lie. And the whole thing was like kinda awkward, but we laughed about it. But we did it in missionary, cowgirl, and doggy and in missionary, he had my legs shaking lmfao

And in cowgirl, my legs didn't get tired as soon as I thought they would, and doggy??? Whew chile, y'all.

I was SO LOUD. SO FUCKING LOUD. Like, I was almost crying. I could've cum from that, cause he was hitting good but not like the best spots. But honestly, I think doggy worked best because my whole like vagina (???) is tilted forward lol

So, after the first position, I thought we were done, so I slipped on my sweatshirt lol, but HE WAS NOT, and after I got on top, I thought we were done lol but he had flipped me over and eat me out for a bit AGAIN??? And he had already taken the condom off and tried to put it in RAW??? HELLO??? and I stopped him like instantly, I was like no sir you can't do that bc I haven't been on birth control in a couple of months lol

So after I told him that, he said that he was gonna look for another condom because, and I quote "I wanna fuck you again"

HELP??? HELLO???

In my head, my jaw was on the fucking floor, but I guess the 😺 is pretty good LMFAOOO🤭

And so after THAT, he asked me if I wanted to go AGAIN, I was like wtf this man's stamina. I know he's gonna wreck my shit when we have more time together lol

And surprisingly, I feel very normal (?) about everything that happened. Like then next time we hang out, I'm gonna ask him what he wants out of this whether that's a relationship or just fuck buddies, idrc, but we were both kinda tired, but he cuddled with me like for an hour

And he had to be up at 5am and I had to be up at 7am, but I told him he could stay over if he wanted to, I would set an alarm for him, but he said that he felt it would be better to just go home, which I was fine with.

Anyways, that's the rundown, but yeah, I honestly wasn't expecting to punch the v-card any time soon, so this is a massive surprise lol. It's not a big deal to me, and virginity is a social construct, but for a while I just wanted to get it over with, and this time I wasn't nervous or anything and I didn't really have any negative thoughts

We'll see if I see him next week, I REALLY want to because I haven't been able to stop thinking about him lol, so I'm hoping he comes back over. Also, anon, this is probably WAY more than you asked for, and I'm sorry lmfao

[tb-gerschutz]

New Update for Y'all :)

Hello again, my lovelies!

It's been a hot minute since I talked to y'all, so I'm here to provide you with a little update :)

After plenty of work (and working around my stressful schedule at university), I finally published the next chapter (Chapter Three) to "Kingsman: The Devil's Gamble", which is now up on Wattpad.

It's okay to be happy about it, y'all. Go celebrate with Pedro :)

With things dialing down here at university (since it's close to finals week and the end of the semester), I've finally had time to work on this WIP, which means that as I tell you this little tidbit, I'm working on Chapter Four.

I'll try to get that out as soon as possible, but I can't give y'all an exact date of completion due to all the stuff going on at my university---finals preparation, rehearsals for an upcoming Christmas concert, and God knows what else.

But nonetheless, I'll continue working on (and juicing up) the adventures of Rocky and Whiskey.

Thank y'all so much for the support. I greatly appreciate it.

Talk to y'all soon.

~TB

**Here's a little GIF of our cute, little Chilean muffin just to make your day better. I hope it does :) **

[i-arch-my-backula]

Tutor: Johnathan Byers x male reader

I've been meaning to write something for Johnathan and I went with this because school is starting soon and I'm dreading it. But it means I'm one step closer to being a real author. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy this.

Warnings: Strong language

You're in the middle of studying with Johnathan. You've got a big end of the semester test coming up in history and you're struggling. You called your best friend to help. You're sitting at your desk in your room. Soft yellow light shines down on your history books. Johnathan is quizzing you on questions and giving you a grade. You've been going at it for a good hour and you're growing tired.

"Can we take a break please? My brain is fried." You say leaning back in your chair.

"Alright we can take a quick one. You're gonna do fine Y/n. You're a smart guy."

"Not as smart as you. Or as cool." You tease sitting back up. Johnathan chuckles.

"What do you mean cool?"

"I don't know we're both like 18, you've dated and have had your first kiss and shit. You've like done stuff."

"You haven't had your first kiss?" You roll your eyes.

"Yeah yeah I know go ahead and tease me about it or whatever."

"No no it's not that big of a deal man. You'll find the right girl soon. Maybe at college." You straighten your lips and look out the window at the snowy landscape.

"Yeah uh I'll find the right girl." You've wanted to tell Johnathan that you're queer. You fell for him back in sophmore year and you've kept it inside. You know he's probably not gonna feel the same. Why would he?

"Oh um you could find a guy too. I mean if you're into them," You look back at him, he seems a bit flushed, "No shame in that at all."

"Well I am into this guy. I'm just worried he's not gonna be into me. He's only been interested in girls."

"Well maybe he's also into guys. Maybe you should talk to him before schools out for winter break." You bite the inside of your cheek.

"What if he's a friend?" His face flushes more pink, " I mean I don't want to ruin the friendship you know?" He clears his throat.

"Yeah yeah well uh maybe this friend is into a friend of his too." Your eyes move to his lips. You shift closer to him in your seat and he leans forward. Slowly your faces move closer together and soon enough the two of you kiss. You pull away, red in the face.

"I'm sorry. I've never kissed someone before and I like am probably really bad at it. I should've-" Johnathan leans back in and presses another kiss on your lips, cutting you off. You lean back into the kiss too. You break away for a few seconds of air before continuing. Your arms move around his neck and his hands rest on your hips. This continues for a few minutes before you two pull away, you stay close and don't move your hands.

"Don't worry too much about it. You're fine Y/n. I'm just glad my friend feels the same about me."

"Well maybe this friend wants to be more than friends. Maybe he wants to be boyfriends."

"I'd like that." Johnathan replies.

"Me too." You lean back in and so does he, going in for another kiss.

[hiramaris]

Hi, guys. I know some of you are waiting for the continuation of my story and I know it has been weeks since my last update. I apologize for the delay. Anyway, my semester has already ended last week, and somehow, I was able to get higher grades than what I expected (if you wanted to know.) I'd like to thank you for your neverending patience and support. It means a lot to me.

Dusk til Dawn is my first ever fanfiction uploaded to the public. I've always been self-conscious about my works, but I had risked uploading this story for the sake of those readers out there that wanted to read the same idea that I have but was unable to put it into words.

Right now, I'm still conditioning myself to write because as of now, I am currently suffering a massive writer's block, and I don't want to give you guys a half-assed work. Please forgive me for the postponement of the next part. I am taking my time reading works of other incredible authors to inspire me to write again. I've always been a reader before I even called myself a writer.

Rest assured though that I will continue the story but I am not sure when. Please give me enough time. Again, thank you so much. I'll still be active with tumblr so if you have questions about anything or you want to talk, just hit me up and I'll try to reply as soon as I can.

I hope y'all have a good day. Adios! 😁

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #956: Spreading the Wonderful News!~ (Sonic)

9:12 a.m. at Vector and Vanilla's Bedroom........

Bunnie: (Eyes Widened at What is In Front of Her on Vanilla's Phone) Sweet Carrots in a baskets.....Y'all finally got hitched!?

Vanilla: (Holds the Phone Up her and Vector While Happily Showing Off the Diamond Crested Ring) You bet your fluffy, bunny tail we are!~ (Gleefully Hugs and Snuggles onto her Man Beside her) My soon to be hubby gave it to me last night!~

Vector: (Smile Brightly) By standing on one knee and asking her to be my wifey, but (Scoffs Whule Playful Shrugs) It's whatever.

Vanilla: (Giggles and Snorting Softly) Wifey?~

Vector: Hey, it was either calling you that or my waifu.

Vanilla: Hmm.....Vector-Kins' Waifu......(Smiles Softly) I think it has a lovely ring to it.

Vector: You really think so? It sounds pretty nerdy to me.

Vanilla: Perhaps, but if it means that I'll be yours for the rest of our lives, then I certanly don't mind.

Bunnie: (Nodded in Agreement) Exactly. (Puts on Teasing Smirk on her Face) Besides, mah cousin here's a biggest nerd I know growing up.

Vanilla: (Gasps Loudly Before Pouting at her Little Cousin on Screen) Excuse you, young lady!? I'll have you know that I was one of the most popular students in my class. I was even nominated for Prom Queen for goodness sake!

Bunnie: True, but that still never stop you from hitting the books all day. And do I really have to explain all the Perfect Attendance Awards you kept getting every semester?

Vanilla: Well, excuse me for wanting to learn, Bunnie! (Crosses her Arms While Pouting) Not my fault I came out as an egghead......

Vector: (Hugs Vanilla With One Arm) Ah relax, honey. At least you were more popular than I was growing up.

Vanilla: But darling, you were a up incoming DJ artist growing up. You're way more cooler than I am!~

Bunnie: Hang on now. (Raises an Eyebrow at Vector) You used to be a DJ in high school?

Vector: Yep! (Smirks Confidently) Not to brag to anything, but I was pretty skillful in the turn tables.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly While Coveringer her Mouth) He even calls himself DJ Crocinstein~

Bunnie: (Starts Snickering) That was your stage name? Crocinstein?

Vector: ('Sigh') Look, I was young and stupid at the time, alright? (Starts Crossing his Arms While Pouting) I thought the name was cool......

Vanilla: (Happily Hugs Her Man Softly) Oh honey, It's coolest~

Bunnie: (Gives Vector a Soft Smile on her Face) Yeah, suges. I'd personally kill for a name like th-

A loud, sudden rang into Bunnie's ear as it made her yelp and drop her cup of coffee on the floor.

Bunnie: Ah dang nabbit! This again!?

Vanilla: (Starts Getting a Little Worried) Bunnie? Is everything okay on your end, dear?

Bunnie: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah, I'm fine, cuz. The alarm just got turned on again. Which means duty calls......I'll call y'all back once the situations dealt with, alright?

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly) Sure thing. I love you.

Bunnie: (Smiles Back) I love you more, big cousin. You too, Vector.

Vector: (Eyes Widened a Little) Wait. Me too?

Bunnie: (Giggles Softly) Of course you too!~ You're a part of this family now, so we gotta look out for one another every now and then, right?

Vector: (Smiles Softly Before Nodding in Agreement) Right. Good luck out there, cousin.

Bunnie: (Happily Salutes to the Crocodile Much obliged, sugah. See ya.

'Call Ends'

Vector: Huh. Well, whaddya know? (Smiles Brightly) I got myself a cousin in law.

Vanilla: (Snuggles onto Vector) I'm so glad you two are getting along. I wonder who we should tell the news to next.....

Vector: Wanna do Rouge next? You two are pals, right?

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Gal Pals to be exact. I'm pretty she'll tell Amy about it after. That girl loves weddings more than Cream and I do.

Vector: (Starts Snickering) Yeah, especially when she keeps thinking about marrying q certainblue blur.

Vanilla: ('Sigh') I'm glad those two are finally dating now.....

Vector: Same.

'Door Opens and Closed in the Background'

Cream: MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!~ (Runs Over to the Room Hugs Her Mother on the Bed Along With Cheese) Congratulations!~

Vanilla: (Happily Hugs Cream and Cheese Back) Oh my sweet little angels, thank you!~ You have no idea how happy I am right now.

Espio: (Walks into the Bedroom Along with Charmy) Vector, I believe congratulations are in order this morning.

Charmy: Dude, is it really true that you proposed?

Vector: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! And I'm proud to say that she accepted!~

Espio: (Gives Charmy a Small Smug Smirk on his Face) And I believe that an "I told you so" is an full order right now.

Charmy: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Yeah, yeah. Tell me all of that some other time. I wanna congratulate my dad already!....(Shyly Turns to Vector) I can....call you that anytime I want, can I?

Vector: (Smiles Softly at the Young Bee) Of course, kid. Anytime you want-

Cream: Vector!

Vector: (Eyes Widened a Bit at a Sudden Raised of Voice) Oh! Uhh...(Turns to Cream) Yes, Cream?

Cream: (Gives Vector a (Cute) Serious Look on her Face) You're marrying my mommy in the near future, correct?

Vector: Y-Yeah. I am.

Cream: Which means you'll do everything you can to love and take care of her no matter what?

Vector: (Gives Cream a Simple Nod) Always. I'll never stop being there for her.

Cream: (Looks Down on her Knees) And........(Starts Squeezing her Knees a Little) A-A-And........

Vector: (Starts Getting Worried a Little) Cream?

Cream: ('Sniff') (Looks Back Up to Vector Woth Tears in her Eyes) Do you promise to keep looking out for all of us? ('Sniff') To love us each and everyday? ('Sniff') Like....Like....('Sniff') Like any father would?

Vector: Oh Cream.....Of course I'm gonna keep looking out for you kids. You already mean the world to me as it is, so it would be stupid of me to stop now.

Cream: But.....('Sniff') I don't think you're stupid.

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly) I know you don't, kiddo. But my point still stands. (Starts Rubbing his Arm While Looking Away) Even if I may not be your real father in blood....(Looks Back at Cream With a Determined Look on his Face) that will never stop me loving you or anyone else in this house. That's a promise I'll willing to keep. For the rest of my life.

Cream: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Vector......(Sighs While Looking Back Down on her Knees) You're right. You're not my real father......('Sniff') (Immediately Hugs Vector Lovingly) YOU'RE MY DADDYYYYYYYYYYYY!~ (Cries Loudly into Vector's Chest)

Vector: Cream.....(Eyes Starts Forming Tears) ('Sniff') Come on. ('Sniff') I just got done crying yesterday! Don't make me go back now!

Vanilla: ('Sniff') Well, you're going have to let it out again, dear. ('Sniff') Cause I'M in the mood to cry again!~ (Joins into the Hug While Crying)

Vector: Vanillyeyeyeyeye!~ (Finally Begins to Cry in his Fiancé and Daughter's Embrace)

Charmy: ('Sniff') Mannnnn! (Joins in the Group Hug With Cheese) ('Sniff') Why do you guys have to cry so much!~

Cheese: ('Sniff') Chao Chao Chao Chaoooo!~

Espio: (Watches Everyone Crying Their Eyes Out in Their Group Hug) Was not expecting today to be this emotional, but.....(Sighs While Wiping a Single Tear From his Eyes Woth a Soft Smiles on his Face) I suppose I'll welcome it all things considered.

Vanilla: ESPIO!~

Espio: (Eyes Widened as He Realize Whats About to Happen) Waitwaitwait!-

Once Vanilla pulls the ninja detective into the group hug, the gang, with the expectation of Espio, continues to cry in each other's arms, as a family.

@rechicken-and-waffles

@keyenuta

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

@cyber-wildcat

@26shann

@albion-93

@vectorfan2

[imimi7]

Salvation

Hi, it's been a while. Sorry for not being active and not posting , college has been really hectic lately but now my semester is coming to an end so I think I'll be able to give this fanfiction more time. Here is the 2nd chapter. Hope y'all enjoy.

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Chapter 2: A Marionette

The morning of new beginnings, Jia gets ready for her interview, putting up an elegant white dress. “I will finally get to see the so-called crazy CEO,” she thinks while straightening her hair.

Jia decided to not go to Babel with her uncle and instead took her own car, she did not want him to get involved with her interview or recruitment process. After reaching the company building, she takes her sunglasses off and takes in the sight of the tall standing exquisite building, hiding behind the glamour of which were the sorrows of hundreds of thousands of wronged lives and an endless story of corruption.

“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m here for an interview. Could you please tell me where is it being conducted?” She asks the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but there are no interviews scheduled as of now.”

“But..I got a call yesterday. I’m here for the CEO’s assistant’s post.”

“OH, are you Miss Han Jia?”

“Yes.”

“My apologies Ma’am, you have already been hired.”

“What? But the interview…” Jia got an idea by now what was going on, she was hired without the interview because she was connected to Wusang’s chairman. She was not quite happy about this but again, nothing fair happens in this company and if this was making her aim easier, then be it. She knew she was not underqualified for the job so that’s not even an issue. Without wasting any more time, she asked for directions to the CEO’s office. She met an employee midway who was taking coffee for the chairman.

“This is for Mr. Jang, right? I will take it.” She knocks at the door and enters with the coffee in her hands. “Good morning, sir.” She walks towards the desk with a slight smile and sets the coffee cup down. “Thank You for hiring me, I will not disappoint you.”

Han Seo gets up from his chair with a bright smile, extending his hand he says, “Jia Ssi, happy to see you. Of course, you won’t disappoint, you are Mr. Seung Hyuk’s niece.”

This guy seemed far from a scary psychopath, Jia thought, shaking his hand firmly. “Thank you, sir. Although, I don’t really get how does my capability depend on my uncle’s name.”

“I am really sorry if it offended you…I-I did not mean that. I meant that your uncle is great at what he does so…it looks like it runs in the family.” He says in an apologizing tone, an innocent and warm smile planted on his face.

“It’s alright. I get that a lot. Is there something you want me to do right now? I will start arranging your schedule right away.”

“Umm..Jia Ssi. You don’t have to be stressed, even the coffee, you did not have to bring it in. We have a lot of employees here and I want you to know that you can just enjoy your time here. Also, there is not particularly any schedule right now.”

Jia stares at him with raised eyebrows, this was perplexing. “What the hell is he saying? I don’t have to work? Why else would he hire me? This guy wants to pay me just for nothing? Is he even the chairman? He does not care about his company how…..” Jia thought, her mind being bombarded with tons of questions, until she realized, “He is..not the owner…not the real one. A marionette, he is a marionette.”

“Jia Ssi? Are you okay? You kind of zoned out for a moment.”

“Yeah..yeah. Sir, I understand why you hired me. But not letting me work is too much, I am taking the salary that a lot of other applicants might have needed desperately, it will only be fair for me to hold this job if I work for this position.”

“Like I said, I have nothing lined up right now.” He did not know what to say, because he was not the one who took decisions. Even if he had something lined up, a meeting, an interview, it would first have to go through the confirmation of Han Seok. He could not order his secretary around because he was not in a position to order. “Perhaps you would like to join me in a shooting game? I and your uncle are meeting up tomorrow.Err..you can…take any important calls while I’m..y’know…busy with the game and make a report of important events later? Would that be fine?”

“Something better than nothing, I would love to. Maybe you will start trusting me more with work then.” She said with a disappointed smile. “I can get a lot of information from you, then. Let’s see, Jang Han Seo, if you are one of the wretched beings here or are just a minor chess piece on their board.”

“Andwae, andwae, Jia Ssi, it’s not that I don’t trust you..”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to explain it to me. Okay then, I will be at my desk. Please call me if you need anything, Sir.”

“Sure..sure. Fighting!” He said with a cheerful grin.

A few minutes later, Han Seo rings up Seung Hyuk, “Your niece seems…very adamant. Actually, it does not really look like I need to look out for her.”

“No..no! See that’s why you need to. Don’t let her do anything. Anything. And especially, don’t let her be anywhere near your brother.”

“Well..she gets really upset when I tell her to not do anything. Don’t worry though, now that we have joined forces, I should look out for you and your family, right?”

“Jeongmal kamsahamnida, hwe jang nim.”

After the work hours are over, Han Seo starts leaving the building and Jia follows. In the parking lot a suspicious toy car comes up to him. Jia watches from a safe distance. Han Seo seems to tell his bodyguards to do something about it and suddenly starts panicking. The toy car follows him wherever he tries to run and hide.

“Bomb. BOMB. It’s a bomb. Do something!” He shouts.

“Who would dare to kill Babel’s chairman in such a whim? Looks like a fragile plan. Well looking at how easily he gets scared, they won’t even need a real bomb.” While thinking that, Jia runs toward the car and kicks it hard with her stilettos, causing it to fly back a bit farther from Han Seo. The timer goes off and what comes out of the toy is not a fiery blast but rather a mocking shower of confetti. Jia walks up to it and picks up the piece of paper which had popped out. Han Seo runs behind her telling her to not touch it.

“HAJIMAA! It’s dangerous.”

“It’s just a paper, Sir. A message for you, I suppose. Someone must have pulled a prank.”

“C….Vin…Aissshh Vincenzo!”

“Vincenzo? The consigliere?”

Han Seo does not reply but the wrinkles of worries on his forehead are enough to tell.

“Sir, you don’t look well. You should go home now, don’t worry about what happened. It is just a prank. If you are still anxious about it, I’ll look into it.”

“No..no..don’t do anything. It’s just a prank, you said? Gwenchana, I’ll be fine.”

“Goodnight, then. Please take care.”

“Vincenzo…shall we meet soon, then?”Jia smirks.

[catgrump]

"I Love Your Light": A Danganronpa Theatre AU Fic

I'M BACK, Y'ALL!

Welcome to a NEW Danganronpa Theatre AU fic! This is a completely new timeline, so all relationships from the previous fic are null and void. We're on a clean slate with a new production: Spring Awakening 💜

The Odd Chapters are a Komahina Story and the Even Chapters are a Saimota Story. You don't have to read all chapters if you only want to stick with one ship!

The First Chapters are available to read on AO3. I'm really excited for this one, everyone, and I hope you are, too. This also means I'm gonna get back to requests soon!!!

There are previews of each chapter under the cut!

Hajime

Sitting in this BlackBox theater, feeling the empty air of the space with its fluorescent house lights... I am so incredibly intimidated.

People are slowly arriving and taking seats... all away from me. I mean, yeah, this is my first semester here, but that isn't exactly a pleasant reminder of how alone I feel.

I'm honored that in my first semester after transferring, I've been called back for the first show I auditioned for. I didn't get too much attention at my community college's theatre program, so this is astounding. My anxiety reminds me that this is a student-directed production, though, and for some reason, the anxiety is telling me that makes the achievement less significant. I'm fighting with my thoughts as I watch people whose names I barely know-- and whose faces I barely remember-- mingle and laugh together. They've been friends for months— some probably years— and here I am... isolated.

I clung to my phone, trying to pretend I was occupied when my mind absolutely was not. And every time I glanced up from the screen, a new layer of intimidation was added to my Anxiety Parfait.

Why is everyone in this theatre program hot? There are pretty girls with shiny hair and bright eyes, and gorgeous men with sharp jawlines and alluring smiles... goddammit, my bisexual ass is getting distracted. You're here for callbacks, Hajime, you don't need to worry about that right now.

Speaking of hot people: a tall guy with a striking pastel green hair color wearing jewel tones and holding stacks of papers walked in, followed by a girl with short dark hair with boxy clothes and chunky boots, also holding papers. The guy spoke first, very loosely, yet matter-of-fact, "Alright, everyone, settle down," and like magic, everyone's attention was on him, "For those of you who don't know," I heard laughter in the crowd. Am I really the only one? "I'm Rantaro, and this is Mukuro; we're co-stage managing Spring Awakening. Congrats on your callbacks! We're just waiting on Nekomaru; he'll be here soon."

"He's a little... preoccupied," Mukuro added, "But we're gonna start handing out the sides now, so um, when you hear your name, come on down. Pay attention to the side numbers you have and who he wants you to read for."

This is a way for me to try and learn names a bit better. I have classes with these people and I still don't really know their names. "Hajime?" Oh, never mind. Fuck, I'm first. Fuck, people have to perceive me. Mukuro looked up expectantly and I got up from my chair, feeling stiff in all of my joints and sensing eyes watching and staring at the New Kid. Mukuro continued as I headed toward them, "You're gonna be reading for both."

I took the paper from her hand, quietly thanking her as I headed back to my seat. I glanced at the side in my hands and noted the names. Melchior and Moritz. Oh shit. Really? Me?

Kaito

"Oh," was what first came out of my mouth.

"Oh? Dude this is awesome; we're gonna be in another show together," Leon chuckled through his words

"It just," I paused, trying to figure out my words, "It wasn't what I was expecting."

When I read my sides for Hanschen during the callbacks, I didn't take it as seriously as I took my sides for Melchior. I knew he was the lead and I liked his music, from what I heard. I was kind of just... goofing off when I read for Hanschen. And I got it. But I don't want to seem... I don't know, ungrateful? So I said, "I wasn't expecting the new guy to get a lead."

"I mean, he was good," Leon said, and I knew he was right. I saw him read, just like Leon did. He continued, "Yeah, I'm a little disappointed to get Featured Ensemble again, but like, it's another opportunity, right?"

That's fair. Leon and I have 'competed' for the same types of roles since our first semester, and he, unfortunately, gets the short ends of the sticks. "But you kick ass in literally every role you get, dude," I tried to reassure him

"Thanks, man," He smiled, then laughed when he changed the subject, as my phone vibrated with another Snap from Shuichi, "I'm a little jealous of you, to be honest. You get to kiss Shuichi; he's cute as hell."

While he was talking, I had opened up Snapchat and was looking at a selfie of Shuichi with the caption "Congrats 😊" over his soft smile and dorky thumbs-up, followed by another Snap of him making an exaggerated embarrassed face where he hid his mouth with his polished black fingernails, with the text "check your email if you haven't already oops 😳"

"You get to kiss Shuichi; he's cute as hell" rang through my mind again. I remembered auditions when Nekomaru asked, "Are you comfortable with participating in intimacy choreography with an actor of the same sex?"

At the time, I answered "yes", assuming it wouldn't be me. Like, I assumed it wouldn't be an issue for me specifically, so I just kinda went along with it, wanting to seem agreeable, but now that this is a reality I personally have to face... it shouldn't be that big of a deal, right? Shuichi's chill; it shouldn't be too weird, right?

So why is my stomach suddenly aching when I see a third Snap from him? Why, when I open it and see another embarrassed face where he's looking at the camera with the text "I'm sorry if I ruined it!!!!", I feel my palm sweat against my phone case?

I don't kiss guys offstage and I've never had to kiss anyone onstage, so I must be nervous about that. That's gotta be it.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

mmmmmmmm i asked grace this so now i wanna know yours too, so pjo? 👀

blorbo

piper piper piper !!! i love her So Much and she is my favorite character and everyone just. hates her. they hate her, jason, and frank for No Reason. i remember when rick said a character was going to die in BoO, people were saying "i hope it's piper / jason / frank" and it just made me So Sad like piper is trying her best like "ooooh yeah she was born rich and is just a pretty rich girl trying to pull a jughead and be like i'm not like other girls who gets mad because she's rich" WHAT NO DID YOU EVEN READ THE BOOKS I- (yes this is stuff i heard in one of my ed classes last semester and it made me sad lol). i just found her relatable when i was in middle school, aside from the whole like born and is absolutely like Child of Aphrodite Beautiful thing oiuygfcgyhui okay this is long will end that here lol. long story short: piper :)

scrunkly

imma be honest. grover, i love him. my favorite jUST after piper. like they are So Close. i love him. he's a sweet kiddo who just wants to protect his friends *cries in 'the tree on the hill'* i cosplayed as him once he is So Shaped and like i wouldn't call him baby, but if i had to call anyone baby, it would be him <3

scrimblo bimblo

frank frank frank. no but for real. everyone loves hazel and leo and percy and annabeth and nico and then just hates piper and jason but everyone just. forgets about and ignores frank for No Reason. he's a Great character, besties. time for y'all to stop sleeping on him <3

glup shitto

does bianca count??? i'm not sure who else i'd say uhhhhhhhh it's been awhile for me to Really remember some of the very much so background characters but i Do really like bianca and they killed her so soon:( or does coach hedge count??? he's an Icon

poor little meow meow

... is it bad that my first thought was dionysus uiygfcghuij he's literally a problematic pathetic dude and maybe i'm just thinking about how another terrible day is like. poor little meow meow The Song, but iouygfcghuio imma stick with it lol

horse plinko

okay my first thought was honestly heracles from lost hero iuyftxdfcgyhuji i cannot explain it, but that was my first thought and gut feeling and final answer send tweet iougcfgvhuj

eeby deeby

i mean. yeah. octavian and also kronos lol kronos done messed up So Many Children kijuhgvfcdxcfghujio *pick a side starts playing*

[tb-gerschutz]

Get To Know Me :)

Hi there, my lovelies!

For those of you who don't already know me, I'm TB. I'm from a small town in northwest Ohio, and I'm a newer writer on the scene (I recently just got the confidence to write novels again).

Right now, I'm a full-time college student (I'm a sophomore this year) and majoring in Middle Childhood History Education, which pretty much means I'll be teaching history to a lot of middle schoolers.

With everything that has been going on in the semester here (and with schoolwork and the numerous extracurriculars I'm involved in piling up quickly), I've only been able to write in any free time that I have, which isn't as much as I'd like. But hey! I'll take what I can get.

And finally, a little about me and what I like to write...

I particularly like to write fanfiction and alternate reality books (ones where I have free reign over the story's elements). I also like novels with a good plot twist, and you'd find that I often include twists in my novels to give it a little more juice.

Right now, my past two works (one is my current work-in-progress) have been fanfictions of different Pedro Pascal characters. Since I love Pedro Pascal, I figured that I might as well start my writing journey with writing what I love and what I'm comfortable with. Eventually, I want to start writing novels of my own idea, but I'll get there later on in the future (at this point, I have so many Pedro fanfics planned that I feel I should get those done first).

If you want to check out some of the work I've written, you can go onto either Wattpad (@TBGerschutz) OR go to Ao3 (TB_Gerschutz); those are the sites I check the most often). I've already completed an Agent Whiskey fanfic (which is on Wattpad and Ao3), and I'm currently working on an Oberyn Martell fanfic (on Wattpad, which is "ongoing").

Thanks for reading, lovelies, and I hope you have such a fantastic day!

~TB

*On a little side note, I hope to be posting short sneak peeks of my novels (or maybe the full versions) of my novels soon. I hope to do it after everything stops becoming so hectic.

*P.S- Here's a little Pedro GIF for y'all. Congratulations! You made it to the end :)