#anyways hi all. needed to share and my peach app is Down.

[rootsmachine]

girl i went to high school with does stand up now about how Funny and Uncomfortable and Awkward it is when queer girls assume she's queer too because of her haircut but haha the joke is she's Straight and i have NEVER wanted to send anonymous hate to someone more

[nejiraez]

one day, you all will know true peace when i stop making bakugou the default character to the maladaptive daydreamz i write. but until then...

get well soon! | bakugou katsuki

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader // 2.9k words

genre: fluff — contains spoilers from mha chap 298; includes kissing, thats it!

summary: free bakugou until it’s backwards!!! but until then, he appreciates having your presence around as he takes the time to properly heal.

the way i haven’t written a full fic since oct </3... but i needed to post this b4 aquarius season ends tmrrw...

He’s never had to stay this long in a hospital before.

Sure, there were minor check-ins that he had to tend to at the clinics every so often from the injuries he’s received, but he never had to stay more than a few days at hand.

“Only a couple more days until you’re discharged…” 

The sound of your voice prompts Bakugou to shift his gaze away from the TV screen stationed at the corner of his hospital room to focus his sights on you. Deep shades of scarlet watch as your hands absent-mindedly pick at the white petals from the bouquet that his mother had gifted him. 

Carnations, a ‘get well soon’ present that would prompt him back to wellness. They were becoming quite the eyesore. The stems were beginning to droop and dull in colour with how poorly maintained they had been kept for the past week.

“That must be exciting for you, yeah?”

Bakugou shrugs, but he’s quick to regret his slight movement due to the small wince that follows shortly after. Despite being placed in the hospital for a little over a week now, a great mass of Bakugou’s body still aches. “It’s whatever,” he mutters, dismissing the subject matter altogether, “I’ll be back to doing the same crap over again anyway, so it’s nothing special.”

Closing your eyes, you sink yourself further down into your seat near his bedside and sigh. The windows a few steps away from Bakugou’s left allow for the sun’s late afternoon glow to beam into his room. You’ve sat here with him for the past two hours and a half from when you first came.

“You’re so pessimistic, you know that?” You announce, resting your arms against the bed’s side rails, which promote access to you, propping your cheek onto your hands with your face turned towards Bakugou. “Always thinking so negatively.”

Choosing not to respond to your comment, Bakugou soaks in the brief silence shared within the confines of his room.

For the past few days, other than his immediate family, who was relentless about visiting him as much as they could- save for the days where work would pull them away- your regular visits were something that became apart of Bakugou’s daily schedule. 

Wake up. Eat whatever shitty food the kitchen staff has to offer for the day. Wait through numerous check-ups and appointments, while the nurses examine the vital state of his internal organs. And then, he has a bit of free time to himself before either you or any visitor arrives at Hosu General hospital.

“I’m just telling it as it is.”

Bakugou would be lying if he said that he didn’t look forward to your visits.

Like Pavlov’s law, he’s grown conditioned upon awaiting your arrival every day, always finding himself sitting a bit straighter in his bed whenever 15:00 rolled around on the clock. 

Growing bored with not much to do, Bakugou allows his eyes to wander the room, skimming each object with little to no thought before his eyes would drop down on your form once again. With your eyes still closed, Bakugou takes this chance to absorb your presence before him fully. Watching the tiny twitches that would happen every now and then on your face out of curiosity.

The amount of fear and dread that washed over you the moment you caught news of how Bakugou jumped in front of his childhood friend, Midoriya, to spare his life, in turn, putting his own on the line had you aching to the bone. 

You were scared and couldn’t bring yourself to the thought that you would lose him, and there wasn’t much that you could do about it since you and a few others were far from where the main fight had gone down.

Regardless of whether Bakugou had a chance of waking up or not, you were still adamant about swinging by his hospital room as often as you could until the second day where he miraculously woke up. And caused an uproar as he did. He had to be restrained as he tried to check up on the others’ wellbeing as he did so.

To be placed inside of a room alone, with no one around to tell him what the fuck exactly went on, Bakugou was on edge. Hands down, that day would take the cake as being the most overwhelming experience he has had at his time here. Where were was Deku, for starters? And where did you disappear off to? 

He really didn’t deserve you.

Pulling himself out from his thoughts, Bakugou breaks the silence to pester you with something. “Pass me that, will you?” He asks, nodding his head over to the sole snack that sat on his bedside table. Something that one of the nurses left behind for him after his physical exam.

You blink, snapping yourself back to reality. You crane your next behind you, following his line of sight to the bright Tarami packaging. “Sure,” you grab and toss it for him to take.

Bakugou grunts out his gratitude. “Getting to eat normal food again will be the pinnacle of my life,” he states, rolling the Tarami around in his hands. “They feed us nothing but literal dog water and bland shit. “

“I’m sure the staff is trying their best. You aren’t the only mouth they feed in here after all,” you say, referencing the fact that your other peers, such as Todoroki and Midoriya to name a few, found themselves in the same situation as he did. 

“I fuckin’ guess,” he mutters in response, his focus shifted onto trying to rip open his snack but to no avail.

“Want me to - ”

“Don’t need it,” he says, cutting your sentence short. His bandaged thumbs are still fumbling to get a good grip on the plastic seal that stood in the way between him and his fruit cup. “This stupid gauze is just - ” The cup tumbles out from his hold and rolls out onto his lap. “Dammit!”

You smile at the display in front of you. Bakugou glaring at the container as if it had crossed him wrong was quite the sight to see. The fact that he has shown no signs of making another attempt at opening the seal gave you an indication that it was your turn to step in.

What a dork.

“Jesus, Katsuki,” you say, shaking your head at his stubborn nature. You take the fruit cup off his lap and, without issue tear the seal off before passing it back to him. He was too headstrong for his own good sometimes. “Nobody’s gonna bite you if you ask for help once in a while.”

Bakugou scoffs - losing steam now, he tips the rim of the cup against his lips, knocking back as many diced peaches he could fit inside of his mouth.

A mix of wonder and admiration suddenly crosses you as you study how quick he is to swallow down his food. Not even bothering to make use of the silver spoon left astray on the stand.

Bakugou silently chews. His cheeks have bulked up in size for the time being until all traces of food have been gone. Cute. “You’re so - ” You start but cut yourself short, wanting to enjoy the serene atmosphere rather than spurring him to the edge towards nagging at you.

You reach your hand out towards Bakugou, thumb grazing the corner of his mouth to clean the small mess he has made, to which he gently swats your hand away. His mannerisms were still the same as ever, never changing.

“I’m so what?” He asks, flicking his attention onto you as he watches the way your eyes linger on his face.

“You’re so amazing, was what I was going to say.” 

“Damn straight.”

You half-heartedly roll your eyes at his narcissistic response and reach for your phone, checking the time. “Wow, it’s now getting to 18:00?” You exclaim, swiftly entering the passcode to your iPhone and so that your fingers could scroll to the Tokyo Train Navigation app to check the times of when you should catch the next ride home.

Bakugou brows bump together in confusion at your surprise. “What about it? That means you’re ditching me already?” 

“Only for today though, the next train is coming in 30 minutes, and I gotta catch it before it gets dark out.”

As much as Bakugou isn’t a big fan of having your time spent together but abruptly short, he understands where you’re coming from, mentally putting himself in your shoes. 

At hours like these, when the begins to sun hide behind the city’s tall, towering buildings, it isn’t an ideal situation to have you walking out alone in the middle of dimly lit streets where villains may lurk at any corner. Especially after the shit show that went down this past week with the jailbreak.

He’d have no problem walking you home at times like this, but he can’t. Not when he’s on a “house arrest” list with the staff of the hospital.

“Fine,” he replies, dropping his head into his hands, which then finds purchase through his hair. Pissed with the cards he’s been dealt with. Feeling like he should clarify about your safety, Bakugou pipes up, “Make sure you ask the front desk to have one of their idiot guards walk you to the station. I hear that they do that.”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, collecting your belongings from the ground. “Not trying to be edited in with the clouds.” A remark that was supposed to prompt a lighthearted, humorous feel to the conversation, but Bakugou remains tight-lipped as ever. A fitting expression for your grouch of a boyfriend.

“I’m serious. Text me when you get home too.”

“And so am I! I love my life.”

And he loves you-- was something that Bakugou refrains himself from saying. It was something that he still had trouble saying verbally but had no difficulty expressing.

You walk towards the door, ready to bid your counterpart a farewell, but he beats you to the punch.

“The hell are you doing?” Bakugou’s voice halts you from making your grand exit.

He stares at you sharply from his bed. Glowering with jaw taut as he eyes your hand placed onto the sliding door. “Cut that shit out, come back.”

“For why?”

You hear Bakugou breathe out a hushed hiss, becoming peeved at how evasive you were when he knew for a fact that you were aware of what he wanted you to do for him. “Come and do the thing.”

At his sudden inquiry, you finally turn around to face him. “What thing?” You prod, wanting to hear him say what he wanted out loud. To be straightforward with you for once rather than dancing around the topic like he always does.

Sidestepping the multiple wires and the IV tube that he was hooked up to, at last, you close the distance between you both. Finding yourself back beside Bakugou’s bed, and now settle yourself down onto the small space that he has created for you on his mattress. 

You feel giddy. A hazy warmth exudes from your chest that spreads down to your toes as you watch the slow change of pigmentation in Bakugou’s face. Blotches of a soft, rosy pink littered his exposed neck, indicating the effect that had over him.

Caving in, Bakugou swallows down his pride and utters, “Kiss me…” His tone is wavering in the slightest.

There it was.

Propping your hand near Bakugou’s face to steady yourself, you nod. You’re gentle in the process as you move much closer to Bakugou, attentive as not to brush up against any of his wounds. “Okay,” you murmur. 

You think to yourself about how pretty looks from your point of view. Admiring how Bakugou's plush and soft skin was despite the light bruises and scratches he’s gained from the fight, he looked very well-maintained for a hospital patient.

The more time that you take, you become aware of the fact that Bakugou isn’t above taking a fistful of your shirt and tugging you down so that you could meet his lips. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise you if he were to do so right now.

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he waits. Patiently, for you to make your move and just fucking kiss him already. Though there’s only so much he can take before he breaks.

Feeling the bed dip beside him, Bakugou could damn near feel his heart hammering against his chest. “Hurry up and get on with it will you,” he chides, his striking features already beginning to twist into an unreadable expression.

You laugh, unable to bite back your giggles as the male fixed you with his signature scowl. “Look at you, being a bully to the person you want a kiss from...” You say, leaning in close, now only hovering a few mere centimetres from his lips, both of you desperate for what would come next.

“You’re so mean, I swear.”

And that’s when you decide to close the distance, pressing your lips together.

It was quite sweet, literally, for his lips tasted of citrus.

Bakugou does a poor job at suppressing down his groan the moment your fingers wind themselves into his hair. The pads of your fingertips adoringly dance across his scalp.

The kiss starts off relatively chaste, both of you relishing in each other’s warmth as you pepper several small kisses against him—your stomach ties into knots as you experience how gentle he was being with you.

Despite the dull aching pains that Bakugou could still perceive whenever he made broad movements with his arm, his hand steadily finds its way to reach up towards your neck, pressing you further against him to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue upon your lower lip. 

When your tongue comes into contact with his, it’s tentative and quick. And then it happens a few more times before fully feel comfortable enough to full-on kiss Bakugou.

Your thought process was growing muddled. Not a clear premise came to mind as his bandaged hand trails to the small of your back and back up again.

With every sound or hum of approval that you made way past your lips, it fed Bakugou’s desire to satisfy both you and his needs even. His thumb smooths over the curve of your jaw, easing your nerves each time you shyly pull away attributable to the great intimacy that swirled between you both.

He chases your lips, fervent on returning your energy that you were relaying to him, back tenfold. He loves you. So fucking much, and he only hopes that his appreciation and devotion may reach you.

You choke on a tiny gasp. “Katsuki - ” And that’s when he feels it, right in his chest. It’s as if he has been jump-started back to life, his heart quite literally skipping a beat at the sound of his name tumbling past your lips. It was adorable, and he wanted to hear you like that again. Say his name like that again, on loop without end.

Fuck.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, your breathing was starting to grow laboured now, and you decide to break the kiss before things can escalate and before you miss your train.

Pulling away from Bakugou, the traces of confidence that you once had prior to the kiss have all but flung itself out the window, completely gone now. “I’ll, uhm -” You stammer over your words, brain trying to compose a proper sentence in spite of your current dazed state. “I’ll be back to see you again, with the others.”

With how flustered and scatterbrained you were acting, it stroked Bakugou’s ego beyond belief. A wicked smile threatens to split upon his face, but he bites it down along with his greed to ask for one more kiss before you go. “Tomorrow,” he affirms, flicking his eyes back towards the TV—an entirely new show publicized on its screen.

You hoist yourself up from the bed and stand to your feet, ignoring how your knees almost buckle. “Right,” you say. No fucking way were you this beat up over making out with your own boyfriend, for crying out loud- you thought as you wander towards the door, almost taking out one of the monitors in your trail. 

Sliding the door open you step out, but you poke your head back in, stalling a bit so that you could look at the blonde for the last time that day. “But until then, get well soon, okay?” 

Bakugou’s eyes stay glued to the screen, trying to distract himself from how damn sweaty his palms were, that or how he could feel the beat of his heart pick up in tempo. Its incessant pounding was all too much for him.

It’s so stupid how whipped he found himself to be nowadays. “I know,” he dismisses, a bit all too quickly. He wants your ass out before you have a chance to glance at the heart monitor he was wired up to.

Fortunately enough for him, you don’t. You wave and close the door behind you, your smile being the last thing he sees.

With the coast clear, Bakugou throws himself back onto his mountain of pillows. “Shit,” he curses, panting out a sigh of relief seconds after you were gone.

That was amazing, you were amazing, he thought, recounting the kiss. He swipes his palms against his sheets, being sure to get rid of any nitroglycerin that may linger to activate his quirk successfully.

Bakugou can’t stress how much he’s aching for nightfall to come, knowing that he would be one sleep from getting to see you again, and again, and again, until he would finally be let free.

But until then, as you had said, he had to heal.

And with the knowledge of you being around whenever he needed you the most, Bakugou was most definitely on the bright path to a speedy recovery.

[fi-chanwrites]

Read at 19:00

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader Wordcount: 1.4k Warning: Angst (I’m sowwy), Atsumu being a dick, low-key cheating. A/N: AH HA HA this is based off things that have happened in the last like 2 months, buckle up buckaroo

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I love you. The message flashed up on your screen making your heart stop, you felt like you were suffocating, drowning in a sea of your own emotions. The onslaught of feelings making your eyes fill with tears and your mouth fill with the taste of bile. 

What? That's all you could respond to him, your mind fogging over with the thought of him liking you back. You were confused. But apparently so was he. He didn’t respond to you. He had opened the message. He had ignored you. You fell asleep with the sour taste of dread in your mouth.

It was the next morning and still no word from the boy plaguing your mind. You poured coffee and made yourself breakfast. Operating completely on autopilot the entire time. Your fingers were numb. Scratch that. Your entire body was numb, fear coursing through your veins making your blood run cold. Your face was blank as if in an intense game of poker was occurring but the cards were on the table now. He loved you? The question ran in circles around your brain like a dog chasing its tail. 

You could’ve seen it coming really. He had been furiously flirting with you for the past year but of course, in an attempt to protect your feelings, you never got your hopes up and he never confessed. You knew that Atsumu was a notorious flirt and you were not about to allow yourself to be caught in that trap. But you did get caught. You had been caught since the day you met it.

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You had met him through Osamu in the summer of your second year looking back you wished you hadn't. It was infatuation at first sight for you, he was charismatic, funny, and fucking gorgeous, 'Samu warned you against falling for him but you went and did it anyway, wrecking your heart in the process.

You and he were like fire and ice, you shouldn't have worked, your connection should have started and ended with his brother but the world had other ideas. fast forward one year and you were inseparable You would catch the train home together every single day, you became a manager for the volleyball team to make your schedules line up better, you spent the weekends in his room, watching some dumb show from America, crying with laughter, falling into each other, sharing each others warmth, cuddling on his bed until the sun sank so low on the horizon you had no choice but to leave.

"Ya looking real gorgeous today doll" 

"You say that every time you see me 'Stumu." You giggled, your heart clenching wildly at the words spilling from his beautiful mouth.

"And it's always true." He countered, flicking your nose with index finger making you flinch away from his touch.

The two of you walked in synch, hands swinging at your sides knocking your knuckles together, you were nearly holding his hand in yours, you could almost pretend you were together. The image in your mind was shattered by her. She ran up to the two of you, completely ignoring your existence to concentrate on the boy next to you, wrapping her lithe arms around his neck and practically hanging off of him as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. You looked away, giving the two privacy by walking away. Your heart sank to your feet as you walked away, each step feeling heavier and heavier.

"I like him Osamu, I really, really like him and I don't know what to do." You exclaimed, head falling to the desk with a thud and a sigh from your lips.

"Yer hopeless (y/n), and you're so much better than my brother." He mumbled, running his hand through your hair to soothe you.

"That's the thing though. I know what he's like. I know we wouldn't work out. And yet, I still find myself enraptured with the fucking idiot." Your words were muffled by the desk beneath your lips.

"I told ya to be careful but no, no one listens to Osamu." He teased, continuing his ministrations, almost sending you to sleep with the feeling of his course, callused fingers running across your scalp in circular motions.

"I'm sorry 'Samu, I'm an idiot, we all know I'm an idiot"

"No, your heart's just in the wrong place (y/n)" His mouth pulled in a tight line as the words fell from his mouth.

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Another painful three years had passed. Atsumu had had a long string of horrible relationship after horrible relationship. You had struggled to keep a relationship for longer than a few months, all of them realising your love for Atsumu and not being able to compete with your schoolgirl crush on your best friend.

You just couldn't seem to get over the boy, and it didn't help that majority of your free time with him, continuing your traditions of binging shows on a Saturday but now you would stay with him, cuddling long into the night, wrapped in each other's arms and also wrapped in your mind, your need for him growing with each passing second.

Those moments were fleeting, you could pretend that you were with him for one night at a time but the moments had to end, you had to go home at some point, the illusion had to be broken. He never stopped his flirting though, and it never stopped making your heart flutter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15:00, it was 3 pm and still nothing. 16:00. Finally, your phone flashed, his name coming up on the screen.

Assumu is typing... Those three words were enough to make your heart race, your fingers hovered over the notification, daring to open up the app. Message from Assumu. Assumu: Aha sorry babe, I don't remember sending that. You: Oh Assumu: Yeah, I was really drunk last night. You: ok. You: So you meant nothing by it? Assumu: I mean I say it to my friends all the time.

You dropped your phone, the clattering shaking you from your reverie, so he meant nothing by it. Your heart had been thrown into a strange dance all night for him to not mean anything. You contemplated confessing, getting it all off your chest, letting the words hang in the air, you might finally get a break from the aching in your chest. You might be able to breathe again. You might be able to think of things other than him when getting into a relationship. It might give you the chance to be free of him. You: Okay, this is really difficult for me to actually say but like when I saw that message from you from last night my heart just dropped. I've liked you for years Atsumu and I never said anything because I never wanted things between us to be weird or just have you not want to talk to me anymore. But that's why you flirting with me always made me uncomfortable because I knew you didn't see me the same way I saw you. I don't want you to feel like you have to respond and return the feelings, I just said what I've been meaning to say for four years. I hope we can stay friends after all this. You waited. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. An hour. Still nothing but radio silence. Tears tracked their way down your face, sobs wracked your frame, the pain you felt stabbing into your heart was like a white-hot dagger. Then your phone lit up once more. Assumu: I'm so sorry babe. I really never knew you felt that way. I don't feel the same. I never have, I never will. I'm talking to someone and have been for a few months now. The text last night meant nothing. Your knees buckled underneath you and you fell onto your kitchen floor, the mug that was in your hand shattering on the floor next to you. You couldn't breathe. Your lungs failed you at that moment, the pain spreading throughout your chest.

You: I’m sorry Read at 19:00 Atsumu had shattered your heart once more, and this time there was no one there to pick up the pieces.

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Poetry, my love

*credit to the gif owner* 

Pairing: Sam x Y/n/ Reader 

Pov: Sam

Warnings: Sweet moments, Sam writing, Sam falling in love with the reader, Mention of Sams past relationship (With Jessica), Internal monologue, (Quick mention of Dean), Love confession. 

Summary: Sam tries to write poems. All of which end up being about or for Y/n, and all of them are about just how much Sam truly loves her. 

A/N- All of these poems are from Pinterest! 

Word Count: 1.9k 

Masterlist

Taglist: @sweetdetectivequeen​ 

I remember when I was in middle and high school, how much I thrived in English class. I love to read, but because I’ve read so much in my life. I’ve found out recently that I absolutely love to write.  

I love to write little blurb of what a hunt was like, and I’ve taken up journaling. Some people might say that writing things out can make them come alive, but I I personally think that once it out on paper, then it kind of cleans the mind. Declutter my head if you will.  

Going through my phone my eyes landed on Pinterest. It wasn’t an app I used very often, but I clicked on it anyway. Going through the process of making an account it asked me what I liked and my interest. I assumed based off what I choose the app would give me different things to look at in my feed.  

That is exactly what happened. A few motivational words popped up, and I scrolled through, then a few quotes popped up. But what really caught my attention was the search bar. I wanted to see what other people thought about writing so that’s what I put in the search bar.

I scrolled for a few minutes, and then the word ‘Poems’ popped up. After the years that I’d been writing not once had I tired doing poetry, so I clicked on it. The first poem that was in the stream said the following;  

The most  

beautiful part is,  

I wasn’t even looking  

when I found you.  

Man, that was so calming and peaceful. A true statement. It made me think of Y/n. The way she just was placed into our life, I hadn’t been looking. I stopped looking when after Jessica died.  

I stopped thinking that i deserved to find love. I stopped believing I was worth it. But that was all before Y/n came into my life. She was sweetest person you’ll ever met. She always wears a smile regardless of how bad a situation could get.  

She is nerdy like me, she loved to read through the lore books, making it an effort to help me when I couldn’t quite figure something out on my own. The thing about Y/n is she wasn’t just like me, she disappears for hours, in the kitchen cooking with Dean, or making pie for him. She is the best thing to come into our lives since forever.  

Again, I started to read through posts on Pinterest. I wondered how many of these posts were meant to be about the girl of someone dreams. I scrolled through seeing a ton of different poems. Some were sad, about how breakable a women’s heart really is. Some on the other hand were about falling in love with the girl of your dreams.  

Another poem said;  

If you look carefully,  

She’s slowly falling in love with you,  

But she doesn’t want you to find out,  

Well, not yet.”

This makes me think even more about Y/n. Does she love me? Is she falling in love with me and doesn’t want me to find out? Is she falling in love with me, like I am with her? I have so many questions that I couldn’t possibly ask her.  

I wonder if she sits in bed like I do and fantasize over her. I sound creepy, but I honestly want to know. I pay attention to her, and her actions. When she’s with Dean she isn’t touchy. When we’re on a hunt, she chooses to sleep in bed with me. She talks about everything with me. Let’s me in, let’s me comfort her.  

Is this her way of saying I want to be with you Sam? I once again start to scroll through the feed, looking and reading through all the poems. Coming across another one, this one though made me stop and think. Made me realize a few things more about Y/n.  

“Find Someone who makes you realize three things: One, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.”  

I realized all of those things when I thought of Y/n. When I was with Y/n no matter where we were I felt at home with her. We could be hundreds of miles away from the bunker, deep in a hunt. As long as she was there, I was happy, content, and at peace.  

Number two took me a few times to really figure out. The first time I noticed it was our first Christmas with Y/n. She’d been with us for a whole year, and I couldn’t help but go out and get her something. I went to our local book store, and picked up 3 historical novels, based on what she’d read and what she had with her when she arrived at the bunker. When she opened her gifts, I couldn’t start to describe her smile. And then she dropped her books and run up to me, and crushed in her slender frame. This hug was different than others, the other hugs were ones that were in fear of losing each other, ones that were meant as apologies.  

The second time I noticed it was Dean’s birthday. Y/n and I had gone out shopping for Dean first separate and then together. We wanted to get him a gift that suited him. We walked around the mall, both searching for the best store to choose from. “Oh Sammy... oops sorry I meant Sam. Look over there.” She spoke.  

Moments like this where she was afraid to be like this way with me. “You can call me Sammy, Y/n. It doesn’t bother me when you do it.” I said involuntarily. I little blush rose to her cheeks, “Okay Sammy. There’s a store looks like a cowboy themed place.” She said walking towards the store.  

Rarely would I do something out of my comfort zone, and not ask the other person. But before Y/n could get too far away from me, I grabbed her wrist and slipped our hands together. I made a quick excuse when she turned around and looked down at our hands and then me. “I just don’t want to get lost from you; this place does seem pretty huge.” I had said.  

In moments when we were hurt in hunts. Moments where it seemed like we might say goodbye forever. I had Y/n in my arms in the back seat of the impala, she had a huge gash through her back, thankfully nothing had hit any vital organs or hit her spinal cord.  

She sat in my lap her hands wrapped around my neck, our hearts pressed tightly together, I was grasping tightly to her. Trying to keep myself tethered to her. I focused on her breathing. Focused on the scent of the peach shampoo that still lingered in her hair.  

I would see Dean looking in the back through the mirror. I didn’t have time to deal with his comments so i dropped my gaze, I was trying so hard to not break down, in front of my big brother or Y/n. Y/n needs a strong man, so that’s what I’ll be right now, just for her.  

As  i thought about past moments. I realized that I couldn’t keep the charade up anymore, about I felt towards Y/n. Making myself close out of the very calming app, I clicked on to the massaging app.  

Sliding the small list of contacts, I did I have. I sent Dean an “goodnight” message before slipping out of our conversation and into Y/n and I conversation. I started to type and then deleted it.  

I fell into this rhyme for a what seemed like an hour, of me saying how I felt and then deleting it. I received a “Good night bitch 😴” Message from Dean. I slide it off my screen refocusing on my message to Y/n.  

Then all the sudden it clicked in my head. And I started typing my message out. Careful to phrase words the particular way.  

“In you, I have finally found all I never dared dream I could deserve or have- the kind of love that is rare. Being known in a way that touches the deepest parts of me. Accepted in a way that blows my mind.”  

I sent this part to her. I waited till she has read the massage. Then only a few moments later I saw a message from her pop up.  

“Sammy what are you saying?” Y/n asked. So, I started to write the second part of my message.

“In you, Y/n the love I have always desired to give now has a place to call home, I hope? I have been skeptic, but you are my undeniable miracle. The questions don’t matter anymore.” I sent once again waiting for another message back from Y/n.  

What I got surprised me. “Come to my room, Sammy.” She sent. I quickly uncovered myself from the thin blanket, and slipped on a Henley, along with my slippers.  

I opened my door, and pretty much ran down the hall way, my phone still tightly placed in my hand. I slowed down as I made my way in front of Y/n’s door. I knocked and was granted access.  

“Come in Sammy.” She said in her cute voice. I walked in, and shut the door softly. Before turning on my heels and standing still. “You can come over here and sit down with me Sammy.” So, I did as she said.  

I walked over and sat down next to her. “So, Sammy, what did you mean by your message?” She asked grabbing my much larger hand with her much smaller hand.  

I hadn’t ever noticed that, but instead of answering Y/n question I found our hands more interesting. “Sammy?” She said once again, but her voice was softer and quiet.  

“I hope to god I’m not stepping over a boundary, but what I was trying to say was that I think... Wait No I know that I’ve fallen for you more deeply than I think I can understand. And I hope that you feel the same way?” I said rubbing my calloused thumb over the knuckles on her left hands.  

“Sammy, I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.” Y/n said. Smiling showing off her bright eyes, and dimples on her cheeks.  

“We have finally found each other, and that is enough. Right?” I said still a little worried I might say something wrong and ruin that whole moment.  

“Yeah Sammy, I hop... I know that it’s enough, because when I’m with you I fell at peace and I wouldn’t want anything else then that.” She spoke. I brought my hand up to her cheek cupping it in my hand, and brought her close to my chest.  

I kissed her lips, and god if it wasn’t the most intoxicating thing, I’ve ever tasted. I would be lying, she tasted like dark chocolate, and honey. Our lips didn’t fight for dominance, it was just a sweet kiss. Something that made this moment just so much more real.  

“God, I love you so much Winchester.” Y/n said against my lips. I only smiled and whispered into her lips “I love you too, Y/L/N”  “And don’t worry I’ll keep Dean from teasing the both of us.” I spoke. 

Completed on : 03/14/2021 

[letshaikyuu]

- one year anniversary | 27.01.21

Guys, it’s been exactly one year since I’ve posted my “A new HQ blog” post...time literally flies what even-

My first request went up on the 1st of February 2020 and, ever since then, I’ve received nothing but love and support from all of you who have been with me on this journey. I can’t thank you guys enough <3

To the 4.9k of you who follow me regularly, to the ones who happen to stumble upon my blog accidentally, to the ones who read my content when they’re feeling happy or sad, to the ones who don’t leave feedback yet still might say “oh, this was a good read” - thank you. I could have never gotten this far without all of you. 

I know that I haven’t been the best blog and content provider these past few months, but I don’t want to give up on this blog or on the 500 requests sitting in my ask box, you all deserve content and all the emotions the Haikyuu fandom provides you

Please, don’t stop loving Haikyuu. The excitement over it might have toned down, but we’re still here for you whenever you decide to come back to it. Once more, thank you for everything <3

*below the cut are people I’ve met during this journey that made it all the more memorable, so please take your time reading this; a lot of people I’ve met, by this time, have either deactivated or moved, but they’ve still made this journey memorable, despite not being able to mention them*

@comidarecalentada - hello, hoe, we’ve talked like last night, but I already miss you. You are, easily, one of the most memorable people I have met on this blog. You sneaked into my PMs (kinky) for a matchup, you gave myself one in return and we somehow continued talking constantly after that. I’ve never met a person quite like you before. You’re literally hilarious and I don’t know if my sense of humor is shit or you’re really funny, but my stomach always hurts after I finish talking to you. You’re calming and know what to say and do to make me feel better and get my mind out of its dark places. If it wasn’t for you, this university shit would’ve been a lot more difficult. You’ve been such an amazing friend these past few months to me and I won’t ever be able to repay you for that. You’ve made these past few months that more bearable and enjoyable. Thank you for listening to every piece of bullshit I might have thrown your way, every cackle that might have hurt your ears and the sadness you’ve managed to take away when I was feeling down. There was never a time during our video calls when I’ve felt embarrassed about my voice and English or how I might look like because I knew that you wouldn’t care. Calling you during my toughest times became such a therapeutic thing for me because you never fail to make me feel better. It’s almost nearing our one year friendship anniversary and oh boy, it’s been one hell of a ride with a cute dumbass like you, but I love you so, so much and I know you know that, and I’ll stop being so sappy cause you’re only going to tease me later <3

@louddelusionaltale - my boo, omg hi. I was so thrilled when I found out that  we live close to each other and that we understand each other without having to use English (even though we mostly use English to communicate cause why not), but you’ve been one of the best friends I could’ve met on this app. I wake up excited to talk to you and see what you’ve been up to, give you some good recommendations and playing Genshin together (is it that hard to get to AR 16 hoe, I mean come on.) Anyways, talking to you is always so easy and calming, funny yet serious and helpful when it needs to be. When you’ve asked for my opinion of you, I could only think of positive things because there’s nothing about you that people can hate. Thank you for making my mornings better wth your adventures in school, the sun hitting your face just right and sending me 92384 snaps in the process and just being there for me. There was never a time when I haven’t thought highly of you and I know you know how much you’re cool and stuff, don’t deny it <3 Thank you for everything boo and let’s continue being the dumbasses we are hehe

@brokutoforever - yo, yo. You’ve literally been one of the first people I’ve started talking to on this app and despite not talking in a long time, I’d be shameful had I not mentioned you here. You’re amazing and I can, without a doubt, say that you’re one of those people who I could talk to about anything, without worrying about the topic not fitting in right or us just not clicking well. Continue being the awesome person you are, I hope you’re doing well and take care <3

@kawaiibaka96 - babe, babe, babe - hi :3. Thank you for sticking with me for such a long time, you’re amazing and I can’t stress enough how talented and awesome you are as a person. You’re so easy to talk to and to share ideas with because you’re literally big brain energy here. Your art work never fails to surprise me because I can’t believe you’re so talented, like babe come on. Thank you for every recommendation (especially Given) and every piece of advice you have given me, you’re an angel <3

@mysticrainpain - I can’t believe someone as cool as you would talk to me, it’s still a mystery to me despite having being friends for a few months now. If it wasn’t for that Shiratorizawa post, I don’t know where we’d be right now, but thank you for every minute spent talking to me about the more “adult” things in life, talking about random things and showing me how talented you are in different departments, every fanart and MSBY art sent and fic written, and, most importantly, thank you for making this year amazing <3

@maitenight - the aesthetic friend out of us two, you’re incredible babe. You can’t see how easy it is talking to you, thinking your English isn’t good enough, but you’ve been nothing short of amazing during the time we’ve spent talking. Thank you for every picture you’ve sent my way that’s so aesthetic that I can literally cry looking at them, for every conversation we’ve had on and off Tumblr, and thank you so much for wanting to be friends with an idiot like myself <3

to all of you who have been such an inspiration for this blog and thank you for being such amazing blogs: @krisdreaming,@mikwrites, @briswriting, @kyovtani, @haikyuuopworld, @charmingchikara (not me not even noticing the blog change, omg sorry lara)

to everyone who has made this journey that much memorable: @t-amajiki, @caxsthetic, @lcaita, @celestialfoxess, @noahtriestowrite, @haikoo, @proplayer-kenma, @edensxgarden, @danibby, @meguyuji, @decora-peaches, @bareeganbaree, @iwaixiumi, @haru-senji, @reogou, @shqnsuke, @death-waves-to-me (i’ve known you for forever, but you were the one to help my blog get out there, so love you boo <3)

hope to see you all in 2022 too <3

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Exchange

Fandom: Ikemen Series

Prompt: Wow, did anyone expect this? I certainly didn’t. Anyway, @kamesama​ and I made a little deal and with that deal this exchange came to be. I also added a lil’ surprise, because I like surprises and one may even consider her victim #7.

For someone to deserve Kamemom’s attention the suitor needs to be someone a little more in tune with their emotions. Someone who won’t play (emotional) mindgames, or set unfair expectations. Above all it needs to be someone that can appreciate Kamemom’s duality of being a badass, confident and independent individual whilst also being sensitive with her insecure and childlike moments. Important is that Kamemom finds the comfort and room in her relationship to be herself, express herself, but that it also teaches her to be alright to slow down and not focus on growth and adulthood yet. That enjoying life is also something that can be done when older and that being free and yourself isn’t childish. A relationship that will encourage her intellectually and creatively is of importance as well, but one where she doesn’t feel like she is miles behind to catch up on. For this reason I match her with:

Ranmaru Mori

With the recent release of Kennyo’s route we have come to see more of this young male and his motivations. What moves him and what drives him. It is from there that we can draw the conclusion that he is devoted, attentive and someone who just wants to make his loved ones happy. Despite his youth Ranmaru carries a huge responsibility and task on his small shoulders, much like Kamemom does. It is in this similarity that I believe the two of them to bond over as friends first. Both are sharp in their intuitions and are a whole lot more sensitive from what they like to show themselves. In part, I believe this is what will draw Ranmaru to Kame, because she often tends to sacrifice herself for the happiness of others, or as she put it: she finds her own worth in the smile of another. Much in the same way does Ranmaru weigh himself.

Now imagine, two good beans coming together who just want to make their most precious smile and each other? It is wholesome and it is uplifting. Kamemom being a little shy and reserved in character is no border either, for Ranmaru is bubbly and bright, without being pushy in his friendliness and willingness to get along. He will be exactly what she needs to get coaxed out of her shell and to break open that absolute chaotic energy that she holds within.

They are by no means a perfect match, however. Though not manipulative, Ranmaru holds his secrets and they affect his confidence as much as his mentality. The chances of this being a tipping point in her trust for him could mean the end. His willingness to do absolutely anything to make Kennyo ‘happy’ can mean that he might turn his back on Kamemom believing that to be the right choice. Bright as the young man is, we cannot claim that he is wise, unfortunately. This path of self-destruction will be ultimately what can make everything fall apart. But never fear! The chances of it turning that dramatic are slim for the people surrounding Ranmaru care just as much about him as he does about them, even if he doesn’t realise it.

Date ideas: Visiting all of the candy shops and get high on sugar together, cuddlefests, long hikes to get rid of the excess energy gained from the sugar and sassing the rest of the warlords.

Scenario: The light step of his gait were contradicting towards the energy and excitement he excuded. Rounding the corner Ranmaru’s eyes lit up at the sight of Kame, his smile unconsciously widening even further from what it already was. 

“Just the person I was looking for!” he exclaimed approaching the female with a sway in his movements, “there is a new stand opening in the castle town and they sell delicious peach snacks, do you want to try it with me?” 

The invitation was easily extended, as if it was the most natural thing to do. Though, Ranmaru knew that the beat of his heart suggested otherwise as he felt his breath stall just for a second, as if fearing a rejection heading his way. 

SECOND MATCH: 

Keiji Maeda

In case the first match is not appreciated I luckily have a second proposal to pitch! He isn’t out yet in the English version, but soon shall be and from the stories I have heard I believe Kamemom and Keiji make an interesting match. Boisterous and confident Keiji is a force to be reckoned with, an older brother figure for many, a friend to all. Once more this affable man is friendly without being pushy and comes with the right amount of adventure to keep Kamemom on her toes.

However, just like Ranmaru this man has a hidden layer that he doesn’t like to show. A hurt child within that only few seem to care and pick up on. An attentive man that pays close attention to everyone's moods and adjusts himself accordingly because he wishes to make everyone smile. Yes, there is a pattern here. The Kamemom that loves to make everyone else smile and laugh meets her match in another soul alike. This wildchild is as much in need of someone who will make him smile just as much as he loves to make everyone else smile.

Now what concerns me the most in this match is the tendency of both to hide behind their masks. As common within these types they will recognise the behaviour, but not call upon it. The question thus remains if they will ever shed said masks. But I have faith that time will undo it all for the both of them, time and timing. The fact that they’re both known as equestrians gives them a shared activity to bond over with.

Date ideas: Horse riding/races, cuddlefests, art hours (poetry, music, everything), going to festivals and parties.

Scenario: Always on the move, always busy with something. Keiji knew how to occupy himself, but that did not mean he didn’t know how to enjoy life. Far be it for him as he lead two horses out of the stables. His trusty steed along with another. 

“We’re going out for a ride and after that I will take you to the festival. If you can beat me I will even treat you!” he had challenged Kame as he handed the horse over, though he already had all of the intention to treat her anyway. Just none in letting her win so easily. 

BONUS: Ikemen Vampire Match 

Charles Henri Sanson

Now, I have come to understand that Kamemom has been matched with this bean multiple times now and whilst this suitor isn’t introduced yet in the English version of the app I have been (suffering) all of the stories related to him. Anyway, Charles is a caring and affectionate young man with the magical ability to make friends with all! Eager to make everyone smile he is just one bundle of joy ready to share his sparkle with the world. And yes, there is a definite pattern here in my ideas of matching Kamemom.

Just like with everyone else Charles has a dark past and his secrets as well as his pain. Wishing to be a doctor, but denied to pursue it because of prejudices and a status as a pariah, he is catching up now on his dreams. This means that Kamemom and Charles can have study sessions together in which they can cuddle up and encourage each other to pursue the path they both are aiming for. All in the meanwhile they could cheer each other on with their bad days and make one another smile.

Admittedly, I don’t know enough about Charles to voice any legitimate concerns, but one that I have seen is perhaps his overly attached nature. Kamemom may be affectionate, but also may feel overwhelmed. She will have to draw clear boundaries with Charles, though I believe that Charles is more than ready to respect all and everything Kamemom is and wishes.

Date ideas: Study sessions, cuddlefests, playing tag, go around and cause mischief while playing doctor

Scenario: “Are you hungry?” the question sounded hollow through the large study hall the two of you occupied in the castle. Books spread out all across the long table along with notes and other curiosa as the redhead looked up at his studymate. 

“I can steal some strawberries for you?” he adds in with a twinkle in his eyes, though the both of you know that it might be better to grab a different snack. 

[inagetawaycarxo]

Trick Or Treat | Adam Cole

— I was thinking Reader x Adam Cole take their daughter out for her Halloween and they post on social media of their costumes later on they have a Halloween party with their friends and co worker // May I request one for Adam cole? I don’t really have any ideas besides a Halloween themed paper view or a Halloween party -Ambrollins123 & Xxmlizz

Pairings: Adam Cole x Reader

Featuring: D/n {daughters name}, your neighbours, Bobby Fish, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong, your mom {m/n}, Candice LeRae, Johnny Gargano {Mentioned}

Summary: Adam & you go trick or treating with yours and his daughter. Then go to a Halloween party, but you can’t help but worry about leaving d/n with your mom.

WARNINGS: fluff, halloween themes, parties, worried!reader, kissing, my writing & grammar (idk, I’m writing on my tablet/iPad atm )

Word Count: 3380

D/n let out a giggle as she waddled her way over towards Adam. Who has leaning on the doorframe of d/n room. The white with red spots hat on her head, nearly falling off.

“Hey, cutie.” Adam cooed. Crouching down to her level.

“Dada.” D/n babbled.

Reaching her chubby arms out in front of her. Once she reached him, she wrapped them around his neck. Letting out inaudible babbles. Adam just smiled at her lovingly. His eyes crinkling. A gleam in his eyes.

Adam heard the sound of a camera shutter, making him lookup.

“What? The both of you looked so adorable, I couldn’t resist.” You spoke, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well, you look adorable to babe, in your princess peach costume.” Adam smirked. Biting his lower lip. Making you flustered. You tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear, all the while d/n tried to grab Adam’s cap.

Adam picked up d/n. Walking over to you. His breath fanning your face.

“Let’s go trick or treating, bay bay.” Adam hummed. His fingers twirling a strand of your hair. Your breath hitched, as you stared into his blue eyes.

“But first a family selfie.” You gasped out.

“Oh, right.” Adam responded. Taking your phone from you. Then switched it to face mode.

Adam held it in front of him. Adam took a couple of selfies, including some selfies of him kissing your cheek cheekily. Which got you all flustered.

After a few more, he was done taking selfies. Adam quickly sent the pictures to himself. Then handed you your phone. Adam quickly took out his phone going into the messenger app and saving the pictures. Then going into Instagram, AND making an IG post with some of the pictures he saved. He then posted it. Adam then shared the post to his story, tagging you in, while adding a few more selfies to his story. D/n clung onto him, while he held her with one arm. In the midst of that, you posted some of them on your story, and the rest in an IG post., with a cute caption. Screenshotting Adams story post he tagged you in and posting it onto your story with hearts.

Your headshot up as Adam spoke.

“So, are we just doing the street, or are we going around the whole neighbourhood?” Adam asked. Raising his head to look at you, waiting for your response. Adam out his phone in his back pocket, swaying his body.

“Just the street.” You answered, putting your phone away.

Adam looked at d/n in fake surprise.

“You hear that munchkin, mommy is game, isn’t she, the whole street. Wow.” Adam teased, winking at d/n, which made the one year old giggle.

You rolled your eyes playfully before replying.

“But, oh, so clever. Don’t want creeps taking our bub away from us.” You replied, walking closer to them.

“They wouldn’t even think of doing that shit, with me around, I will knock em’ out.” Adam responded, flexing his muscles. Your eyes widen at the word shit.

“Adam, you cant say that word in front of her.” You scolded him. Making Adam roll his eyes.

“She doesn’t mind, besides come on lets get trick or treating, before you change your mind about trick or treating altogether.” Adam spoke, taking your hand with his free hand, and pulling you out of d/n room. You quickly grabbed d/n trick or treat bag, on the way out.

Adam pulled you down the hallway, and to the front door. Adam let go of your hand to grab the house keys from the bowl on the side table near the door and shoves them in his pocket. You quickly set the house alarm, making Adam raise his eyebrow. While d/n babbled to herself.

“What? Don’t give me that look. It’s better safe than sorry.” You defended yourself.

“We’ll only be gone for like thirty minutes top or an hour. No need to set the alarms.” Adam spoke, opening the door for you.

“You can never be too careful.” You spoke, grabbing d/n off of Adam, and walking out the door. Adam followed close behind locking the door and shutting it behind you.

Adam wrapped his arm around you.

“You overthink, and worry too much.” Adam spoke.

“Come on babe, let’s go trick or treating.” He beamed, pulling you along with him, towards the house besides yours and his.

“When they open the door, do you know what we say?” Adam asked d/n. Making d/n look at him curiously. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Trick or treat. Can you say that cutie trick-or-treat.” He cooed. D/n titled her head to the side. Looking at Adam confusion lay, then at you.

“Tri-tre.” She giggled. Clapping her hands together excitedly. You just shrugged your shoulders, while Adam looked completely baffled.

“Close enough, you will be saying it right by the end of the night.” Adam spoke. Not that d/n was even paying attention. She kept repeating her version of trick or treat which was “tri-tre.” Over and over again, while clapping her hands.

Both of you stopped in front of the neighbour's door.

Adam knocked on the door, hopping from one foot to another.

The door opened quickly. Revealing a middle-aged woman. Her smile light up as her eyes landed on Adam, d/n and you.

“Trick or treat.” Both of you spoke excitedly.

“Tri-tre.” D/n giggled. Clapping her hands together, then leaned forward slightly.

“Aren’t you three just the cutest family ever.” She cooed. Grabbing a bowl from the side table near the front door. She grabbed a handful of candy. Then put it in the candy bag you held out. All the while d/n reached her hand out towards the bowl. Sneakily grabbing some more.

A flash made you turn your head to the source of where the flash comes from. Only to see Adam lowering his phone, giving a slight shrug.

“What? I wanted to take a picture of d/n getting her first candy on halloween.” Adam spoke. Stuffing his phone in his back pocket you smiled at him, and turned your attention back toward d/n and the women in front of you, as she continued to praise both of you.

“The both of you make an adorable couple…And family with this little one. She is so adorable. The costumes are adorable too.” The woman cooed.

Turning her attention towards d/n. Who was holding a fistful of candy. Bringing it up to her mouth. Adam quickly stopped her. Catching her wrist, and pulling it towards the candy bag. Then empty it in there.

That action caused d/n’s lower lip to quiver. Tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Before she could start crying, the woman at the door, pinched d/n’s cheeks. Making d/n look at the woman through tear-filled eyes.

“You are so adorable.” The woman cooed. Making a smile grace d/n mouth. She let out a tiny giggle/ making you and Adam smile proudly.

“You are going to break hearts.” The woman spoke, to d/n. Pinching her cheeks lightly.

“And bones.” Adam interjected. The woman’s head snapped up towards Adam. Her eyes were wide. Adam just smirked at her.

“He is just kidding. Anyways we best be off.” You spoke. Taking a step back.

“Okay… Bye, be careful.” She spoke. Eyeing Adam suspiciously.

Both of you turned around after bidding the woman farewell.

You raised your eyebrow up at Adam as you looked at him. Adams attention snapped towards you.

“What?” He asked. Giving you a cheeky grin.

“And bones? Adam, not everyone in our neighbourhood likes or knows what wrestling is. She probably thinks you are a psychopath. Or a serial killer.” You rambled. Making Adam roll his eyes playfully.

“But it’s true, our little munchkin is gonna break bones, and hearts, and win all the gold in the wrestling company. Oh, and crush other wrestlers dreams.” Adam exclaimed. Pinching d/n’s cheeks softly.

D/n reached out towards Adam. Wanting him to hold her. Adam took her. D/n wrapped her arms around Adam's neck. Nuzzling her face into his neck.

“What if she wants to do another profession?” You replied.

“Nah, she loves wrestling. I can see it when she watches my matches. She showed so much enthusiasm and happiness… She is going to be a wrestler, I know it.” Adam responded, swaying d/n.

“That’s because she is watching her daddy, and he is showing off. Besides she has that same enthusiasm and happiness when a butterfly flys in front of her, or a leaf falls in front of her.” You chuckled. Adam turned to look at you with a hurt/shocked look.

“Don’t crush her dreams of becoming a wrestler.” Adam scoffed. Making you chuckle.

Yo put a hand on your chest. Faking hurt.

“That would break my heart if I crushed her dreams of becoming a wrestler.” You sighed. Making your voice waver a bit.

Adam shook his head letting out a chuckle before he smiled.

“You are such a heel.” He joked. Making you laugh.

“A good one, anyways, let's continue on trick or treating.” You spoke. Looping your arm through his crossed ones. Slightly leaning on him, as the both of you walked to the next house…

After about sixty minutes of trick or treating, d/n started to get tired and restless, also, moody. So you and Adam decided to go home…

Adam took the house keys out of his pocket, opening the door, while you swayed d/n back and forth, trying to smooth her.

You slowly walked into the house, as Adam held the door open for you, following close behind. Adam closed the door, then locked it.

“So, I will bathe d/n, and change her, then put her to bed, while you get ready.” Adam insisted. You gave him a confused look. Adams face dropped into worry.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” Adam asked. You gave him another confused look. Making Adam sigh.

“The party, the Halloween party. We were invited to the NXT Halloween party.” Adam spoke. Making you let out an ‘oh’. Your eyes widen with realisation.

“Right, um, I think it’s best if I stay here with d/n. You can go.” You responded. Walking into the kitchen. You held d/n with one arm, as you opened the fridge door. Taking out d/n's milk bottle, that was filled with milk.

Adam followed you.

“Not so fast, y/n/n. You cant just flake on me. You don’t even have to dress up. You can't just be anti-social just cause you are worried about d/n’s well being. When was the last time you have been out without d/n?” Adam rambled. You turned around to face him, shaking the milk bottle.

You stayed silent. Proving Adam’s point. You gave Adam a pleading look.

“Your mom said she was going to look after d/n, your not a bad mom for having a night off of mom life.” Adam spoke.

“Fine… But, she has to text me every second with updates on d/n.” You reluctantly agreed. Making Adam look at you with a are you serious look. He smiled slightly.

“Deal, now go get ready. I will take care of d/n.” Adam spoke, taking d/n and the bottle off of you.

You were about to talk when Adam ushered you out of the kitchen.

“Go get ready.” He whined while pushing you towards the staircase.

“Okay, relax." you huffed. Walking up the stairs, and towards yours and Adam’s bedroom…

After about ten minutes of getting ready, you walked down the stairs. Then walked to the sound of the tv that’s was on.

You raised your eyebrow, as you saw Adam sitting on the couch in his jeans and one of his merch shirts, with the NXT championship around his waist. You rolled your eyes. Muttering an, of course, he would go as himself.

“So, you going as yourself.” You asked, walking up to the back of the couch. Adam jumped in fright. He turned his body in your direction way too quickly.

His eyes wandering up and down your figure. His tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping across his lower lip before he bit his lower lip.

“Yep, and you decided to dress up as a kitty cat.” Adam purred, eyeing you hungrily. His blue eyes darkening with lust.

A brilliant idea popped into your head. You walked sexily walked over towards him. Biting your lower lip, as you sat on his lap, straddling him. Batting your eyelashes. You looked at Adam seductively. Your hand trailed down his chest, towards the waistline of his jeans. Your fingers loop in the belt loop.

“I was thinking, maybe we should skip the party, and stay here, have our own party, you can rip my costume off of me, and well take me any way you desire.” You purred, against the shell of his ear. Making Adam let out a moan. Licking his lips.

Adam suddenly snapped out if his horny daze. Pushing you off of him, and standing up abruptly.

“Nice try, y/n, but we are still going to that party. Besides your mom is on her way.” Adam spoke. Just as he said that the doorbell rang. Adam smirked at you.

“And here she is.” Adam spoke again. Grabbing your wrist, and pulling you towards the front door. Grabbing the car keys from the bowl on the hallway side table by the front door.

Adam opened the door. Smiling brightly at your mom. While you gave her a forced smile. You really didn’t want to leave d/n.

“Hello, m/n, take good care of d/n. We will be back by twelve am.” Adam greeted your mom. Ushering her inside, while pulling you and him out of the house.

“Ten or eleven the latest.” You pipped up.

“Oh, and she has three bottles of milk in the fridge, If she wakes up. Also, text me every second on updates, also, her baby food is in the cupboard, and-” you spoke, only for your mother to cut you off.

“Y/n, I did have kids you know, I know what to do, and I know where you keep everything for d/n. We will be fine, now go enjoy the party, have fun.” Your mother spoke. Shutting the door on your face.

Adam pulled you towards the car, opening the passenger door for you. You got in reluctantly, letting out a huff as Adam shut the door, then went over towards the driver's side, opening it, and hopping in. He shut the door behind him, while you put the seatbelt on, pouting like a toddler who didn’t get their way.

“Time to party.” Adam singed. Turning the car on, and driving out of the driveway, then driving towards the destination that the party was being held at, while you just pouted…

About an hour later, both of you arrived at the place where the party was being held at. Which happened to be at a pub.

“Brighten up, babe.” Adam spoke. Pinching your cheeks softly, as he got out, and went over to the passenger side. Opening the door for you. Helping you out, then shutting the car door behind you. He then locked the car.

Both of you walked into the pub. Though you still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt and worry off.

“Hey, Adam, hey, y/n.” Bobby spoke. Walking over towards the both of you. Bobby hugged you first. Hugging you tightly, as he swayed his body with yours. Almost crushing you in the process.

“Hey, bobby.” Both you greeted him.

“Y/n’s here.” He spoke. Pulling away from you, to face Roddy and Kyle, as they made their way over.

“We missed you, y/n/n.” Kyle spoke, hugging you just as tightly as Bobby did.

“Yeah, when are you coming back?” Roddy asked, waiting for his turn to hug you.

“Um… maybe next year.” You answered. As Kyle finally stopped hugging you. Roddy swooped in, and hugged you just as tightly as Bobby and Kyle did. You were sure your ribs would be bruised by the end of the night.

“Meaning, when d/n is in college.” Adam joked, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey.” You huffed, as Roddy pulled away.

“Does anyone want anything to drink?” You asked them.

“Nah.” Bobby replied.

“I’m good.” Kyle responded.

“A beer.” Adam answered.

“I’ll have a beer as well.” Roddy replied.

“Okay,  I’ll be back.” You spoke. Making them all laugh at the word ‘I’ll be back.’. You rolled your eyes. You really were hoping they would say Nah, so you could escape to the bar and pretend to order them a drink, then text your mom about d/n for any updates. But now you had to order.

You walked over to the bar counter. You signalled the bartender, ordering three beers, then giving him the money. You pulled out your phone, as you waited for them, quickly texting your mom. The bartender put the beers in front of you, you quickly thanked him, before looking at your phone. You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. Fearing the worst you turned around, only to be faced with Candice. Your face lit up with happiness.

“Candice.” You beamed. Getting up, and wrapping your arms around her. Pulling her into a tight hug.

“There’s my girl. I missed you so much, and, oh my gosh, look at you in that costume, such a hot momma.” She spoke, pulling away from you to check your outfit out.

“Hot damn.” She whistled out, making you giggle.

“Oh, shush, you are hotter than me.” You spoke.

“Nah.” She replied, shaking her head.

Just as she was about to speak again, your phone let out a ding. Making your attention quickly snap towards your phone. Your nerves grew stronger, as you saw it was your mom. You quickly unlocked it biting your nails nervously. Sitting back down on the barstool.

All good, she is still sleeping. Don’t worry about her, have some fun.

“Everything okay?” Candice asked. Taking a seat next to you. Ordering a drink while she waited for you to answer.

“Yeah, I just- I’m worried about leaving d/n alone.” You answered, stilling looking at your phone.

“I understand.” Candice spoke. As you replied to your mother's text.

Before your thumb could press the send button, it got taken off of you. You looked to your side to see Adam holding your phone. Looking at you with an annoyed look.

“Tsk, tsk, y/n, you should be having fun, not worrying about d/n. Your mother is looking after her. She’s in the best care.” Adam grunted out.

“I know, I just… it doesn’t make me stop worrying about the worst-case scenario.” You sighed. Making Adam sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

He grabbed your hands, sitting next to you.

“I’ll leave the both of you to it, gotta find the hubby.” Candice spoke. Getting up and leaving. You gave her a small smile. Adam just ignored her, looking at you.

“Y/n, I get that you feel guilty, and worry about all the bad things that could possibly happen to d/n if you aren’t with her… but, it will drain you, it is unhealthy, and it stresses you out.” Adam spoke softly.

“I just feel guilty about leaving her and being here. I feel like a bad mother.” You mumbled, looking down at yours and Adams intertwined hands.

“She’s with your mom, and you aren’t a bad mother. You are an amazing mother, and if anyone says otherwise, then I will beat them up.” Adam spoke seriously. You smiled at the last past, making Adam smile brightly.

“You deserve to have some fun, and let loose.” Adam spoke softly. His thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“Okay, I won't text her so much, and I will have some fun.” You spoke. Making Adam smile. Crinkles showing in the corner of his eyes.

“That’s my girl.” He beamed. Pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

He pulled away, smirking at you.

“Now go have some fun, I’ll keep your phone.” Adam ordered. Making you smile, as you got up. Grabbing your beer, and walking over towards Candice and Johnny. All the while Adam stared at your ass…

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Fav voltage games and any guys similar to you???

thanks for the ask!

[5] favourite games:

1. Her Love in the Force: because i’m So Predictable. honestly i feel this game is one of the strongest overall. the writing is incredible, the mix of drama and romance and action is perfect, the plots are always so interesting. i sometimes play other games and then kind of put it down before i’m finished with a route but with HLITF, i have to finish the whole route ASAP because i love the feeling of investigating and uncovering the plot in addition to the developing romantic relationship. also all the love interests are really top notch, and you really get to see the mc’s development into an incredible detective. can’t go wrong with this game at all. i recommend it wholeheartedly to everyone.

2. Dreamy Days in West Tokyo: this game makes me feel nostalgic for a high school experience i never even had. this is voltage’s sweetest game of all time (i say that but i actually never played class trip crush or any of the other school life ones lmao). if you love school life shoujo manga and osananajimi romances that you actually get to see develop all the way to marriage, this is the game for you. the reason that it’s one of my faves is that it’s actually surprisingly quite full of drama and anguish as well and i found a lot of the conflict in the relationships really quite relatable. i also love the camaraderie between the whole friend group :)

3. Be My Princess: a true classic. this is one of the first voltage games i ever played. i totally understand why it had to come to an end but how i wish there was more BMP content. give us butler routes voltage you cowards!!!!! BUM is not the same!!!! anyway wow this was back when princesses were the trend for MCs and now i guess everyone is just raring for action MCs. i miss Average Girl MCs - anyone else? i’d love to see more political drama in BMP too… i’m also especially nostalgic for this game because the OG voltage tumblr crew were so much fun

4. Kiss of Revenge: such a good game that i wish they continued. this is when i feel like voltage was peaking with their more mature games and MCs. the only good and valid Dr. MC, RMD MC needs to learn from her. this is another game where i wish there were more content. i love that the MC is the focal point of the drama rather than the love interests. although i do suppose it is a game where the premise only really allows for limited content…

5: A Knight’s Devotion/My Sweet Bodyguard: AKD is just MSB in medieval times. i couldn’t decide between the two because the premise is basically the same and AKD is just the ‘less content’ version of the two. i do still really like the bodyguard/knight falling in love with his mistress trope, and i don’t really mind that the MC is kinda weak physically. people always slag her off for just like panicking when she’s in precarious situations but unless you’re a seasoned fighter, you would panic in real life too, don’t lie. there are different types of strengths and i feel like the AKD/MSB MCs demonstrate the type of tolerance and understanding that really complements their LIs. also i’m forever grateful for MSB for giving us the greatest spinoff app of all time, HLITF. 

6. BONUS it’s not an otome game but Voltage released this game 生存率0%! 地下鉄からの脱出 which is a VN horror survival type game? I’ve been wanting it since I saw the trailer in 2013. 

[5] guys similar to your personality:

all the tsunderes lol. no but for real

1. Ayumu Shinonome: this is strange because i love him so much as a LI haha. but in actuality, we’re pretty similar. i’m pretty bad at expressing my feelings for people even if i feel them so strongly and i kind of send out hints here and there and expect my SO to get them (and he gets it just enough for me to feel like this a viable form of communication lol). in general i’m the type of person who often does things without explaining myself and internalise everything when i’m annoyed. i did one of those stupid facebook meme generator things about myself and it came up with this which is so accurate i hate it

i’m also the type to put a lot of value on toiletries/cosmetics lol, i’ll spend an hour hovering around the chemist/drugstore and i’ll do SO much research before buying new makeup/skincare/haircare etc. ayumu and i share a motto which is “要靚唔要命” (fashion > comfort/life lmao)

i also take my teaching pretty seriously (although… i would never ever date a student) like literally i’ll have to get up at 7am to teach a 9am seminar and then i’ll still be up at 4am thinking of activities to try to get them to practice applying a certain theory or adjusting the wording of my questions to get them to understand something better. i love peach tea and i used to get it from the vending machine every day when i was in school lmao and i was not gonna reveal this for fear of seeming lame but i’m just gonna admit that i also have a dinosaur phone case hahahaha although i got it just cause it was cute and not cause i’m a dinophile. anyway the big difference between us though is that ayumu is a genius while i am made up of Dumbass Juice

2. Toru Kurosawa: i’m loathe to admit it but i’m also kinda similar to this….. freaking……. guy…….. cause he’s kinda cheerful and sometimes a bit of a chatterbox on the surface but also kinda… two-faced?? which, same. i don’t really take things seriously unless it’s actually a big deal to me and then i’m like SUPER serious about it. also my friends probably all find me super annoying l m a o there was a time in my life where i would spam my close friend circle group chat and everyone would just ignore me 

another similarity is that we tend to push people away when we have personal issues to deal with. i always try to sort my own shit out before involving anyone else even if the situation involves them (but this also means that even if something is not my fault i’ll find a way to rationalise that it is my own fault and then accept it as my own problem and the other person will get off scot free)

3. Rihito Hatsune: oh? what’s that? another Bad Personality Guy? i think i’ve toned this down a fair bit from before but i can actually be pretty manipulative with guys and instead of being up front and direct, i’ll just do and say things that will get me the response that i want (lol the recurring theme here is that i’m a terrible person and bad communicator. @ my boyfriend, thank you for putting up with me for 4 years lol). i’m also a classically trained musician (but stopped just short of applying to conservatory for musical performance when i did my uni applications back in the day cause i suck at theory)

4. Mizuki Fujisaki: beyond all my two-facedness, bad interpersonal communication skills and other general negative personality traits, i think mizuki and i are similar in that we share the same airheadedness. like i think we both share a brainwave and that brainwave is only accessible in outer space. in mizuki, it’s cute. in me, it’s… ADHD maybe…??? who knows. 

5. Glenn Casiraghi: it’s hard to find 5 different guys who are similar to me lol. i guess i would go with glenn because he has a complex about his age (i too have always been the youngest in my cohort - family, friends, schoolmates, etc. and i have such an inferiority complex about it lol) and he can be kinda spoilt but also pretty responsible when he has to be

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5&50: Finally (Hoshi)

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.” ― Robert Fulghum, True Love

Words: 1766

I missed posting scenarioss! And since I just came back, I added some special stuff because I wanted to say sorry and thank you ♡♡ This is requested by @xpunklouisx I hope you like it!

You were laying on the sofa, the time slowly passing as you blinked your eyes into wonderland. It was a peaceful morning, a day off for yourself since the boys were preparing for their flight at some tropical country. Everyone talked about the photoshoot with enthusiasm on their faces as they rolled and packed their shirts, beaches in their minds the whole time. So you bid them to take good care of themselves and left, leaving you to go home and chill in your house alone.

You missed the solemn and comfortable atmosphere in your small haven, but it felt spacious and quiet without the boys singing and sharing some moments with you. The living room used to be full of bowls and smiling faces, but it will be empty for days. A part of you felt shallow, grasping the fact that you will be lonely without your boy friends. All you could hear was your heartbeat, following the rhythm of the clock. All you wanted now is them, or just one guy from them.

Just Hoshi. Why?

Because you liked him ever since he said hi to you. You’ve never really noticed, and you didn’t have to ask why, but Hoshi always gave you the answer. May it be his hands subconsciously holding you at times or the caring texts he send at night, you knew you had feelings for this guy, and you wished to the stars that he felt the same.

Then there a rumor spread within the company, where he was with a girl younger than him, walking around in the mall while wearing masks and hoodies. Everyone thought that she was his secret lover, but when you asked him who she was in his life, he answered you with a straight face.

“Ah, she’s just a friend.”

As you were to get some grubs from the kitchen, you heard Hoshi’s voice, and to your excitement you grabbed your phone and answered the call. “Hello Hosh?”

“Sorry to burst your bubble but it’s me Dino,” you felt a little disappointed yet you still managed to keep your voice cheery for the maknae. Deep inside, you wanted to hear Hoshi’s voice in this blessed day. And tomorrow. And the next day after that.

“Hey Dino, what’s up? How’s it going? Are you done packing?”

“I’m done. You should ask Jeonghan hyung. He always needs a hand or two.”

“You mean a hand or three?” You laughed at your witty joke and Dino did the same on the other line.

“Jokes aside, when will you guys depart? I have to see you off, you’ll be leaving for quite a while.”

“The day after tomorrow, at 3:50 in the morning. We need to chase the morning sun for the photoshoot.”

“3:50? Harsh.” You took a bowl from the cupboard and filled it halfway with cornflakes and milk. “Why’d you call so suddenly? You missed me?”

“You wish.”

“Hey, Dino. The girl who was seen with Hoshi, is she really just his friend?” Your voice left a wondering tone at the end. It was all over you, the issue, the girl and who she was.

Dino almost wanted to flick you on the forehead “How blind and naive are you really Y/N? She’s inseparable when she’s with hyung. Have you seen her eyes when they’re together? Maybe for hyung she’s just a friend but it’s obvious that he’s more than a friend to her.”

“Ah you’re so right Dino. But you know, I’m really jealous. I’ve always wanted to do that with your hyung. Run around, in disguise, while holding hands and stuff.”

He coughed at the other line. “Anyway, I sent you something a while ago. And I think you haven’t noticed it since you’re not fangirling right now.”

“Weird. Why should I fangirl? You only send pictures of Hoshi and his memes,” the cornflakes sizzled in your bowl and you took a spoonful of it. “And I regret seeing those memes I really do.”

Dino gave a hearty laughter. “You won’t regret seeing the screenshots I sent you. Hold on to your seat though, you might break a bone or two.”

“What do you mean? Stop hinting child!”

“I’ll end the call now so you could check the stuff. Call me back.” And he dropped his line, curiosity devouring you slowly. You tapped your phone and looked at the notifications, making sure that Dino did sent you something. He sent you 4 photos, or screenshots as you recalled. You held your breath as you checked its contents.

You fingers went numbs as you were stuck in a daze. You couldn’t believe it. Hoshi, sending texts to Dino that he has feelings for you. You had to re-read the texts over and over again. It was real. What you dreamed from the start was finally real. Hoshi, the man you’ve been liking since forever has feelings for you.

Without wasting any second you searched for Dino in your contacts and pressed call. You heard him say hello with a proud tone in his voice. “So Y/N, how was it?”

“Is this true? Is this all true?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t use any app to make those?”

“Do I look like a person who’d like to prank you? I don’t think so.” He said, waiting for you to ask him again. He just wanted to let you know, but you were having doubts and he knew that you were being hesitant at the moment. “Look, Hoshi likes you, and you like him too. The only difference between you two is that you know that the feelings are mutual, but he doesn’t. Y/N, hear me out.”

You didn’t respond as your brain was still coping with all the surging emotions inside you. “Yo Y/N, still alive? Do you need another Hoshi meme?”

“No, no no. I’m listening.”

“Good. Now do me a favor. Let hyung know that you feel the same. Please Y/N. I want you two to end up together.” You stood up from you seat and ran to the front door, lacing your shoes as the phone dangled between your ear and shoulder.

“Dino, thank you. Thank you so much. I need to do something.”

“You’re going to call him?”

You stepped out of the door, feeling the warm sunshine all over you. It was now or never. Hoshi had to know. “No. Something better than that.”

Suddenly everything was bright and speeding away from your sight. Your lungs longed for more, soles to and fro to the ground and your hair was caught up with the wind. You were running in the streets, letting the people know that you were in a chase with cupid. Thanking Dino in your mind, you continued to pass the buildings and away from your comfort zone.

Your hand acted on its own and scrolled for Hoshi’s number. You screamed his name as soon as he answered your call. “Ya! Hoshi!”

“Y/N? Why are you calling me? And why is it so windy in your place?”

“Where are you?”

“Why are you asking me? Besides I’m busy, I’m doing something important!”

“Just answer me! Where are you?”

Hoshi’s face was obviously perplexed as he continued to talk with you. He was supposed to be thinking if Dino really did tell you, and no one could tell that he looked okay. There was a race of sweat on his neck and his lips looked pale while you were talking at the end of the line. His heartbeat shouted love as he tried to calm himself.

He walked down the dorm hall and rested his shoulder on the wall near the front door. You heard a heavy sigh from him. “I’m… in the dorm. Look, uh, if Dino said anything to you, texted you or sent screenshots, don’t believe him okay? I’m confused, I’m really really confused as well.”

“What do you mean Hosh?”

“I don’t know. There’s always a tingling sensation somewhere inside me. I mean when you’re near and stuff. And whatever pops into my thoughts they’re all about you. Flowers and peaches. Dogs and cats.”

“The universe itself?”

He laughed. “Yeah, the universe itself. I might be crazy, not in love.”

“If you’re crazy, then I’m crazy too. But tell me. The girl who was seen with you last week, who is she to you?”

“Y/N, are you going to make me repeat myself? She’s just a friend.”

“I’m outside,” you told him, and like a flash he stormed out of the dorm and he saw you, a mess heaving for air. Your hair was entangled on each other and your legs felt like it would crumble into pieces. But you smiled, at him, with the thought of just being together at last. “Hoshi, if she’s just a friend, then what am I to you?”

“Y/N? What, what are you doing here? Why are you here? Did something happen?” His eyebrows were touching each other along with worry hanging on his throat.

“I’m trying to know if the universe is crazy enough to let me know my place in your life. Hoshi, I’m dying of jealousy. You’ve heard my dreams, and one of them was to hide among the crowd, in masks and hoodies and run like a madman with you. But she took it away. So what about me? Do you like her that much to do it with her?”

“She means nothing to me. We had to do a dare we’ve promised in some random party. And if you really want to run around with me, then let’s go,” he ran to you, the sunlight taking a glimpse of his glowing face. His hands grabbed your shoulders and you saw something sparkled in his eyes. “Listen to me. I was a coward hiding my feelings from you. I may be crazy, but I love you. So, can we be crazy together?”

“Together, I like it,” you said and his lips came crashing down on yours, locking his lips with you. Fireworks appeared out of nowhere and all of a sudden the world stopped turning to witness the unforgettable moment. Your daydream was now a reality, you were now Hoshi’s, and Hoshi was now yours.

Somewhere at the corners of the dorm, Dino sipped his milk, chuckling like a little kid as he saw everything. He leaned on the window sill, sliding his fingers on the screen as he looked at the pictures he had taken from earlier. A sigh escaped from his lips, turning his head back to the couple outside and smiled at them.

“Together finally.”

[skivvysupreme]

Skivvysupreme’s Fic Masterpost

hello, lovely readers! here’s the rebloggable version of my fic masterpost! full list is below the read-more (so try clicking the above link if it disappears on the mobile app in reblogs :D). as always, AO3 links are included if you prefer to browse there.

happy reading! xo

Skivvysupreme on AO3

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One-Word Prompt Ficlets [read on AO3]

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The Wax ‘Verse [read on AO3] - Kurt Hummel is a vampire. Blaine Anderson is a werewolf. This is how they help each other deal with it. The out-of-chronological-order verse thus far: —“Wax/Wane” (3200 words) —“Show Me Your Teeth” (2700 words) —“Blood Drive” (4200 words) —“Share, Part 1” (5500 words), “Share, Part 2” (4300 words), and “Share, Part 3” (4500 words) —“Thriller” (2700 words) and “Heads Will Roll” (4900 words) —“Monster Mash(up)” (2000 words) —“Feast” (2500 words) —“300 Joules” (4400 words) —“Under the Tide” (3000 words) —“Howl” (6200 words) —“Home” (2400 words) —“The Boy Who Cried Wolf” (4300 words) —“Yours and Mine” (3800 words) —“The Kissing Disease” (3800 words) —“Neck” (drabble, 680 words)

All Things Wax Verse!

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The Cuffed ‘Verse [read on AO3] - In which Kurt is a Skank, Blaine is a Cheerio, and Puck is a very proactive Klaine shipper. The verse thus far: —“Throw Away The Key” (1800 words) —“Cuffed” (1750 words) —“Chainmail” (1900 words) —“Heavy Metal Lover, Part 1” (2800 words) —“Heavy Metal Lover, Part 2” (2400 words) —“Cage Match” (2200 words) —“Lockdown, Part 1” (1800 words) —“Lockdown, Part 2” (2200 words) —“Crime and Punishment” (1700 words) —“Knockout” (3500 words) —“Divide and Conquer” (4500 words) —“Permanent Record, Part 1” (3800 words) —“Permanent Record, Part 2” (4900 words) —“Wild” (drabble, 600 words)

All Things Cuffed Verse!

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"I Saw the Signs" It’s so much scarier than the first (and last) time they discussed this, knowing Kurt has now gone and done it; this is the real test of whether or not Burt’s getting through to him. “You kids -- I mean. You, uh. You and Blaine. You’re being safe?” Features: early!Klaine via post-"The First Time" Hudmel family shenanigans 1400 words | read on AO3

“Heroes Never Die” The New Directions play Overwatch, and Kurt makes a new friend. Features: video game shenanigans 2000 words | read on AO3

“Fly” Blaine, Quinn, Kurt, and the other fairies of Pixie Hollow have a very serious problem on their hands. Features: Disney Fairies AU 1890 words | read on AO3

“That Can Only Mean One Thing” “Have I ever made a move on him? Blaine? As in, Blaine Anderson? My boss? Have I ever made a move on my boss? Is that the question you just asked?” Features: twentysomethings Kurt and Blaine (difference in work positions but not age), Rachel Berry, Adam Crawford, social media mishaps 4300 words | read on AO3

“Shiver” In which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want. Features: silly/smutty/sappy winter fluff 1770 words | read on AO3

“Halftime” Blaine loves football, Kurt loves scarves. Somewhere in the middle of those interests lies Lady Gaga’s halftime show at Superbowl LI. Features: Hudmel-Anderson family shenanigans, married!Klaine 1500 words | read on AO3

“Show and Tell” It’s Valentine’s Day, and Kurt is so in love with his husband that he can’t even deal with it. Being drunk ought to help, right? Features: drunk!Kurt and lots of fluff 1500 words | read on AO3

“Renovations” Blaine has a very big surprise for his hybrid boyfriend on his birthday. Features: kitty!Kurt and absurd levels of fluff 1300 words | read on AO3

“Morning People” and “Night Owls” Every so often, Kurt wakes up first. Features: (Morning People) snuggles. lots and lots of snuggles, and (Night Owls) sleepy sex 850 words | read on AO3 940 words | read on AO3

“Unzipped” You know that incredible sweater of Kurt’s, the super comfy-looking, charcoal gray one with the wide neckline and zippers that run down the sleeves? Yeah, THAT ONE. Blaine’s a fan of it, too. Features: domestic fluff sex 1400 words | read on AO3

“Public Relations” Everyone has their favorite Warbler. Kurt won’t say which one is his. Features: famous!Blaine, shipping shenanigans, alternate meeting 8000 words | read on AO3

“Jack in the Box” Blaine watches Karofsky’s every move, down to the millimeter, his heart racing. He feels as though his muscles are actually ticking with the anticipation, because he doesn’t know which way this will go but can see that it won’t be good. Features: season 2 Klaine, Karofsky 1500 words | read on AO3

“Half & Half” Puppy!Blaine loves his barista job, and his coworkers and customers love him. He likes to be liked, and he loves feeling appreciated. It’s just… well, there’s only one coworker, in particular, who Blaine wants to notice him… Features: hybrids, coffee shop AU 1700 words | read on AO3

“Rubbing In, Rubbing Out” Kurt determinedly ignores the way his phone keeps vibrating in his pajama shirt’s breast pocket, because he’s about two sexts away from becoming indecent in the front of his loose silk pants. Features: phone sex, and a sleepover with the girls (Mercedes, Unique, and Tina) 1400 words | read on AO3

“Peach” Blaine looks really, really good in his sweatpants. Kurt’s really, really into it. Features: early Klaine, Booty Camp 800 words | read on AO3

“The Big Spoon” Height difference. That’s it, that’s the ficlet. Features: early Klaine 680 words | read on AO3

“Black and Blue” and “Pink and Purple” Nightbird is the hero of New York City, but, more importantly, he is late for dinner. Two days late. (Now followed by a prequel exploring Blaine and Kurt’s discovery of Blaine’s superpowers!) Features: (Black and Blue) superhero!Blaine, angst, anxiety, and (Pink and Purple) roughness of both the accidental and the purposeful sexy kind 2900 words | read on AO3 6000 words | read on AO3

“The Beyonce Suite” A snapshot exploration of the first few years of married life with Kurt and Blaine, inspired by Queen Bey’s self-titled opus Features: future!fic, lots of fluff and angst, self-esteem and body image issues, blowjobs, rimming, orgasm denial, discussion of anxiety and depression, grief, babies 10,000 words | read on AO3

“Catch, Part 1" and Part 2 “You’re staying, too? You’ll be here for the holiday?” “Yeah. I’ll be here.” “This might be a Merry Christmas after all, then.” Features: Harry Potter AU, Christmas, magical fluff 4600 words | read on AO3 3400 words | read on AO3

“Hold On, We’re Going Home” It’s been a few weeks since kitty!Kurt’s last visit, and Kurt is finally starting to think that he won’t be going home with anyone. But it’s fine. Whatever. He doesn’t need anyone, anyway. Features: kitty!Kurt, Samcedes, alternate meeting, and fluffffff 2800 words | read on AO3

“Home Remedies” Kurt was going to deal with his flu quietly and without fuss, but his and Blaine’s four-year-old daughter has other ideas. Features: the littlest Hummel-Anderson and a whole lot of fluff 1800 words | read on AO3

“Return to Sender” Kurt’s shifts at the Spotlight Diner keep turning into complete trainwrecks, and it’s all the hot UPS guy’s fault. Sort of. (Though, in all fairness, Kurt has always had certain weakness for men in uniforms.) Features: alternate meeting, Rachel and Santana being Rachel and Santana, shenanigans 3300 words | Read on AO3

“Drunk History, vol. 206” Kurt gets drunk AF and tells the story of how he and Blaine got together. Features: Elliott and way too much tequila 1800 words | read on AO3

“First Name Basis” “I just oh god I just stepped on your dog’s tail I’m so sorry pls I’m so sORRY“ Features: alternate meeting, rampant fluff, DOGS 1700 words | read on AO3

“Screwed” Blaine and Kurt play a game of “7 Minutes in Heaven” at an illegal-for-like-ten-different-reasons party with the Warblers, because there’s no way that could go wrong. Features: season 2 Klaine and a bit of claustrophobia 2900 words | read on AO3

“Boystown” Kurt and Blaine spend a night out in one of Chicago’s most famous neighborhoods. (Written for the Klaine Road Trip 2015) Features: a little bit of public frottage 3100 words | read on AO3

“Camera Obscura” Inspired by Darren Criss’ photoshoot for Broadway Style Guide Features: famous!Blaine, photographer!Kurt 2700 words | read on AO3

“Kiss You There” Wildling!Kurt knows a thing or two about keeping warm. Blaine Snow knows nothing. Features: oral, Game of Thrones AU, still enjoyable if you don’t watch the show! 2000 words | read on AO3

“The More You Know” Kurt’s got a routine doctor’s appointment and a not-so-routine fear of needles. Luckily, Blaine’s on hand to help distract him in any way he can. Features: fun facts about blood, mention of needles, but nothing too graphic if you have needle issues 1400 words | read on AO3

“Cosplay is for Lovers” Kurt and Blaine are getting ready for Ohio’s Comic-Con, but one of them isn’t so enthused about it. Features: Lord of the Rings!Klaine, sort of 730 words | read on AO3

fluffyfluffyfluffy untitled first time ficlet A short bit of fluff in the afterglow of Kurt and Blaine’s first time. Features: total fluff 520 words | read on AO3

“Fishbowl” Kurt’s a cat. Blaine’s a goldfish. Shhh trust me, just read it Features: alternate meeting, kitty!Kurt (actual cat, not hybrid), goldfish!Blaine, fluffy crack, Samcedes 1700 words | read on AO3

“What Has Been Seen” Sam walks in on Blaine’s date night with Kurt. Mercedes is not here for these shenanigans. Features: light D/s, Samcedes 2100 words | read on AO3

“The Romantics” Civil War AU: Kurt gets to know Blaine when he finds him lying unconscious in front of his house. Features: alternate meeting, angst (happy-ish ending though!), discussion of grief, discussion of character death (both canon and not-canon), PTSD 3700 words | read on AO3

“Compromise” Newlywed Blaine has a thing for “married sex.” Features: shower sex, barebacking 2300 words | read on AO3

“Beeline” Summer pool party shenanigans don’t go quite as expected. Features: early!Klaine, fluff, Blaine’s butt 1400 words | read on AO3

“To The Left” Kurt meets his new neighbor via noise complaint. Features: alternate meeting, h/c 1500 words | read on AO3

“Constantine” Kurt and Blaine meet an owl at the zoo. Features: fun facts about the Eurasian eagle owl because reading is fun-damental 1200 words | read on AO3

“Whoever Wins, Loses” Blaine wakes up in the middle of the night to find Kurt having a nightmare. Features: h/c, panic/anxiety issues, angst, discussion of canon character death 1400 words | read on AO3

“You Can Call Me King B” It’s time for Kurt Hummel, the court painter, to create Prince Blaine’s portrait. Features: royal!Blaine, artist!Kurt, handjobs, ye olde marriage equality problems 2200 words | read on AO3

“Suit and Tie” Blaine really loves listening to Kurt talk about his day. Features: light D/s undertones, oral sex, and a lil’ frottage 1900 words | read on AO3

“Stranded” and “Recovered” College AU: sexiled Blaine meets drunk!Kurt. The next morning, hungover!Kurt meets Blaine. Features: Samtina shenanigans, fluff, h/c, alternate meeting 1300 words | read on AO3 1200 words | read on AO3

“Pins + Needles” and “Levers & Pulleys” pocket!Blaine AU: In “Pins + Needles,” Blaine goes to work with Kurt. In a same-verse follow-up, Blaine and Kurt work on the issue of Blaine’s dependency Features: Klaine being married af, designer!Kurt, Sam 1200 words | read on AO3 3300 words | read on AO3

“It’s Still Happening" With his father in the hospital, Kurt returns to their empty house. Features: “Grilled Cheesus” reaction fic / episode-filler, angst angst angst 2000 words | read on AO3

silly untitled Nightbird ficlet Short, ridiculous fluff about Blaine’s relationship with superheroes and taurine Features: energy drink shenanigans, season 5 NYC!Klaine 800 words | read on AO3

“Friends, Buddies, Pals” “I mean, you’d do that with Rachel and Mercedes, right? Because that’s something you do when you’re just friends?” Features: “I Do” reaction fic / episode-filler, marking/possessive sex, riding, phone sex, Klaine not understanding what the word “platonic” means 3900 words | read on AO3

“Moonlight Becomes You” 1950s AU: It’s 1957 and the New Directions, a struggling young band, can’t catch a break. Enter Scandals, its rich young proprietor, and its star performer. Features: midgame Kurtbastian (but don’t let that put you off if that’s an issue for you, it’s endgame Klaine!), assorted members of the canon New Directions, Elliot, Trent Warbler 2300 words / ? 

[recordofmyreverie]

Visiting Old and New Friends (December 2016)

I seemed to be on a roll when it came to traveling and meeting new people. Oh wait, isn’t that why I wanted to be a flight attendant? So that I could do those things? But wasn’t I already just doing that on my own like every day?

I was. 

Every week, I’d go to work at Toast, and tell all the customers and my coworkers about my weird adventures and the people I’d meet, and then if I had two days off in a row, I’d almost always go on a road trip somewhere. 

I was also meeting new people simply by striking up conversation with people I’d never talked to on Facebook. That was how I met Sepehr. I saw his profile picture of a person whose head was being blown away in the desert, and I thought “Oh that’s cool. He’s a good graphic designer. I gotta talk to him.”

Within seconds of me sending him a message, I received this huge message from him that was extremely friendly and informative about his work. I thought, “Wow, dude, you type a lot of words? So do I. Let’s be friends.” 

The next day, I drove about 4 hours to Savannah, Georgia to meet this person along with his girlfriend and friends at a coffee shop called the Foxy Loxy where most of us sipped their cold-brewed coffee on tap and ate some delicious goat cheese brownies. We all sat there and drew pictures of each other, gave each other advice, shared chips and dip, and just had great conversation. 

Before dusk came, I wanted to see a little more of Savannah, so I walked down the street to see what I could find. Probably the best thing I found was Byrd’s Famous Cookies. I bought a bag of cookies for myself in the keylime variety, and a bag of cookies in the peach variety for Naomi and her boyfriend, Griffin. They were the most delicious, mouth-watering, melt-in-your-mouth cookies I had ever tried. I wanted to fill a huge bowl with those cookies and pour milk over them to eat them like cereal. 

Since Charleston was only about a 45 minute drive from Savannah, I stayed at Naomi and Griffin’s new place in their spare bedroom. They were so into the cookies that I convinced them to buy $100 worth of cookies from the website to purchase as Christmas gifts for their friends and family. They were seriously that good. 

I was definitely out of my mind that night. I am usually any time I ever smoke weed. I was telling them about my travels, and couldn’t stop laughing when Griffin said he’d never want to adopt me as a child because I just go off and wander and hang out with strangers all the time. I also told them about my newest crush. 

About a week or two before coming to Charleston, I downloaded the Tinder app. I just wanted to see what it was like, and since I was single, now I could find out. I downloaded the app, and the first match I had was with a dude named CB.

CB caught my eye because he had a picture of himself singing and playing guitar as his profile picture. He was obviously in a band, but I’d never heard of it before. I struck up conversation with him after we matched by asking if he liked pie. I guess that could be taken sexually, but that isn’t really what I meant. It was just a couple of days before Thanks Giving when we matched, so pie was relevant at the time. 

I was just asking some stupid questions to break the ice, but he kept going along with it, and before I knew it, he was asking me to meet him. He said he’d be leaving on a flight to New York City in the morning, so I had either tonight to see him or I could wait a week. Well, I love deadlines like that. Of course I saw him that night.

I told him that I’d come see him that night since I had nothing to lose really, except my life. He only lived like 11 minutes away according to the app. That was extremely close. 

I warned him that I wasn’t going to get dressed up or anything. I was wearing red-striped footie pajamas, no makeup, and didn’t even bother to brush my hair. I was ready to go to sleep, so I wasn’t going to get un-ready. . . 

I stopped at the gas station to fill up, and when I went inside to pay and came back out, I heard a voice say my name. 

“Kiana?” he asked.

“Oh. Hello, CB?” I responded, assuming that this was the person that I saw in the pictures. Well duh. It had to be. 

“How did you know it was me?” I asked. 

“Well, you have a unique haircut, and also the pajamas were a dead give-away.” He laughed.

“Oh, well I told you!” 

“It’s okay. I like it. That’s cool that you’re comfortable to just come as you are.” He said. 

Wow. I’m just lazy, but that was a very positive way of thinking. No wonder I liked him already!

We each got back into our own cars, and I followed him the rest of the way to his house. It was very dark at 11 at night when we met, and I followed him onto backroads through the woods to get to his house. What an opportune place to be murdered!

Thankfully, I wasn’t murdered and actually had a really pleasant and relaxed experience. That night, we just got to know each other a little, sat in front of the fireplace, did some yoga poses and some stretching, played around with my ukelele, and told of our recent experiences. He was so easy to talk to. It just clicked. It came naturally.

He said that he wanted to meet me because I seemed exciting and creative. He liked that I wasn’t the average bank teller or nurse that he’d seen a thousand times swiping through. He said that what really caught his eye was the art I had on Instagram, what little I had of it anyways. And he liked that I didn’t live in the city and was pretty relaxed and honest. He liked that I took initiative and wasn’t afraid to make the first move. 

He told me how he was going to be on a cruise in February performing in his band with a bunch of other well-known acts like Train, Natasha Beddingfield, and Michael Franti. He said it would be his first cruise, and that he was pretty excited to get so much exposure. He also told me about the upcoming tours and how this was definitely the most focused he’d ever been on his band before and his dedication was all paying off. 

This dude could cook, he could sing, he did yoga, he didn’t drink, he had a great outlook on life, and a great drive too. Plus I really liked how expressive he was in his face when he talked or when he sang. 

He invited me to sleep over so that we could spend more time together, so we moved from the living room to the bedroom to watch a little bit of Black Mirror before dozing off. I had to work at 8 AM. He had to be at the airport by 7 AM. By now it was 2 AM, so there wasn’t really much time for anything. 

We laid there together and watched an episode where the girl was a time traveler or something. I don’t remember the rest because I fell asleep after that. I was too comfy and wrapped up with CB. 

The next morning, I woke him up with a light kiss on the lips, and then we were both running out the door. I liked his lips. They were really pillowy. He stayed on my mind ever since then. I liked that I could just be comfortable with him right away and didn’t feel the pressure to impress him. 

I knew better than to bombard him with messages and texts because I didn’t want to interfere with his tour life. I didn’t really want to get my hopes up about a guy because I’d just gone through two, one after the other. I wasn’t planning on making it three in one year. 

I need to learn that when I’m high, I shouldn’t go on Facebook or have my phone nearby. While I was sitting there and Naomi and Griffin were distracted by buying cookies online, I picked up my phone and started typing the lyrics to a song that CB wrote called “Bother.” It was so embarrassing. I thought he’d never talk to me again. 

I felt like I was personally sabotaging my own chances of this person liking me. 

The next morning, I needed to head home, but not before getting too much food at Waffle House with my friends. Griffin headed off to work, and then I had the afternoon until Naomi had to go to class, so we did some exploring around Charleston and hung out with ducks at a pond. It was so pleasant to at least have friends around you that loved you when your love life was a joke. 

[imjustaboredfan]

I guess this is kinda like a secret letter

Hi love,

don't know when you're reading this or if you're gonna read it at all but I'm writing it anyway because I need to get this off my chest. Also you're the only one who knows about my Tumblr so you know this is for you.

(besides, this app is dying so who cares what I post).

Where to start? I guess that trip to Rome was the beginning of everything, even though you'd been in my mind for months before that. Seeing you in every other class (because your attendance was pretty much non-existent tbh) made my day. There were days in which my anxiety was so bad the only reason I wanted to go class was because I would (or at least hope to) see you. I'd spent whole lessons just fantasising about us talking or discussing some thoughts on philosophy class. Even the tiniest interactions made me so happy, you don't even know.

That's why I still wonder what would have happened if I had never got on that plane, or went up to your room on the last night or agreed to that coffee on a Saturday afternoon.

Those days in the Italian capital now genuinely feel like a dream. I spent the seven days with butterflies in my stomach for just having you closer and noticing something was going on between us.

I'll never forget that feeling.

You already know I had that fanfic kinda dream where there was some problem with our hotel rooms and we had to "sadly" share one and we ended hooking up on the shower. I'm not proud, ok? But don't dare deny it's not funny to think about now.

I was so so nervous when you walked me home after that coffee and you stayed on my building entrance. The thought of you just being polite and the fear of making it all up in my head crossed my mind like a thousand times. I kept repeating myself "nothing's gonna happen, he's just making sure you get home safe, it's all in your head".

Until it happened. You just stayed there, staring at me, slowly approaching me, reducing the distance between our lips, your hand grabbing my hip. I don't know if you noticed but my hands where shaking. When I went up the stairs I stayed there for a while before entering my house because I just couldn't believe it. You, you of all people, just kissed me on my front door. You, the boy I had had a massive crush for months. This wasn't the kinda thing that happens to me. I pinched my skin a couple times searching for proof that I was dreaming it all, that it all was another stupid dream. But it wasn't, it was pretty damn real.

Since that 30th of March I've realized some things. I've realized how cloudy the sky is usually and how difficult it is to see the stars. I've realized that I actually like bad bunny's music and how much peace it brings me to just lay down with you and run my fingers through your hair. I've realized I'm actually into Tarantino's films and how pointless it is to tell you to not tickle me because you do it anyway (although I do the same thing to u so I actually kinda get it bc I love your laugh when I tickle u).

I've realized how songs can remind you of someone and teleport you to some places (your dinning room for example). I've realized I need to express my thoughts, that it is ok to say no, that I shouldn't always agree to whatever the other person says, that I don't have to use sex as a reward (which are things I didn't do before and put me in some bad situations I'll explain to you someday). Basically I've realized what a healthy relationship is. And how much better and happy I am now.

I've realized how funny and embarrassing it is to drink peach licor at seventeen. I've realized it's not that hard to make friends and to be more open and friendly. I've realized I love going to museums.

I've realized what intimacy truly is. I had never been so comfortable with anyone ever (I'm not just talking about sex but on all levels). I've realized it is ok to cry, even in front of people, that I should talk about my feelings as a way to let the crap go away. I've realized how insane it is that you talk about me with the people in your life (kinda normal since I'm your girlfriend but it is still crazy to me).

Also, as dumb as it may sound, I've realized that I am lovable. Yes, it still crosses my mind the thought of you getting tired of me or meeting someone much more interesting or prettier or smarter at any time. It's not a secret how insecure I can be sometimes. But you've proven to me more than once how much you love and value me and I think it's time I start truly believing it.

And most important, every day I'm realizing how much I love and care about you —It's really gonna sound cliche but the more days that pass the more I love you...— staying away from you for a few weeks has really proven to me how important you are in my life and how much I care about you. I'm having fun here but there's been too many days without your kisses and hugs already and I can't wait to get home.

Yes, it hurt me a little to know you thought me cheating on you was some kind of possibility and that's what made me wrote this. I wanted to emphasize what I told you the last night we spent together. When I'm with you I forget about anything else. My feet rise up from the floor as if I am flying in some kind of dream.

Because that's what you look like to me still. A dream. Something unbelievable. I still find hard to believe you choose to spend time with me and you having me as your girlfriend honestly feels insane (maybe that's why I asked you to repeat it for me on the phone the other day, hearing it in your voice is priceless). I would never betray your trust like that. "Impossible" I told you, and that answer hasn't changed.

I've also realized how seeing you smile and laugh and feeling joy, makes me feel it too. I want to experience all kind of things together. I wanna really get to know you. When I'm with you life doesn't seem so scary anymore. You make me wanna be reckless.

I'm writing this in Asturias, 762 km away from you, holding one of your T-shirts and counting the days left to see you again.

Love, Sara