#it’s gonna be short and I’ll probably do it after I finish what I’m currently working on

[unfortunate17]

For the anon who asked me to write the Simon dating player!Erik and Wille pining I will do it for you 🫡💜

[orpheusluvr]

No Space (Norton x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

AHHHHH I’M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN ALMOST A MONTH - writer’s block sure is awful, as I currently have 15 unfinished idv fics just sitting there untouched in my drafts and I have no idea if I’ll ever get to continue/finish them and publish them 😔 but luckily I managed to come up with something quick and fresh rn and finish it in one sitting so WOOOOOO

This is hella rushed btw, I just needed to post something ASAP 💔

Anyways this fic is basically you and your other teammates decoding the last cipher but only 3 can decode on this one and Norton basically attempts to decode too (I think you get the idea of what happens next 🙂‍↕️) also it’s summer skin norton btw cuz it’s my fav skin and I love writing about him with it yuhhhh

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Another cipher had been decoded, which meant that there was just one more left. You found a nearby cipher and started decoding on it, while pinging your teammates to let them know your location so that they can come and help you.

The hunter was nowhere to be seen, strangely enough. Perhaps Alva was still chasing Norton, you assumed.

Naib began sprinting in your direction, while Eli also ran beside him. They both began helping you decode.

“Have any of you seen Norton?” You ask.

Naib shook his head.

“Must be busy playing with his magnets.” He scoffed.

“I’ll send Brooke to find him.” Eli said.

Just as he was about to send out his owl to search for Norton, he finally came running from the corner. His blonde hair swayed with his movements, while his open shirt flew behind him.

He stopped as he observed the cipher.

“Hm…no space for me, it seems.” He said.

“Yeah, no shit. Maybe make yourself useful and go to the exit gate while we finish this.” Naib said.

Norton gave a laugh and shook his head. He glanced at you.

“Nah, I’m gonna pass.” He said, walking towards you.

You were too busy decoding to even notice that he was right behind you. That was until you felt him. Your heart stopped for a moment as you felt his skin brush against yours as his arms moved towards the cipher.

Naib coughed.

“What the hell are you doing, Nort?” He said.

You gulped as you felt something poke against you. You knew exactly what it was, but you didn’t dare bring it up.

“I’m being useful.” He gave a crooked grin.

“Dumbass, you’re making Y/N uncomfortable. Just look at her.” Naib said, looking at you.

No, you weren’t feeling uncomfortable. In fact, you were enjoying this sensation. So much that the pool in your panties was enough evidence to back that up.

You always had a thing for Norton. Both of you would sometimes flirt here and there. But you had never imagined being in a situation like this, considering that he never decided to move things further.

Maybe the extremely short skirt you were wearing had awoken something inside him.

“Oh, my bad. Sorry Y/N, am I making you uncomfortable?” Norton whispered in your ear.

You continuously shook your head, your face reddening while struggling to speak.

“See? She’s fine.” Norton looked at Naib, who glared at him.

“Pfft, whatever. The poor girl’s probably too scared to even talk.” Naib said.

Norton moved upwards, and you immediately let out a whimper, covering your mouth in embarrassment. Naib eyed you suspiciously.

“Sorry…I failed a calibration…” you said, quietly.

Was this really happening, you ask? In front of Naib and Eli, too? Why did Norton decide to do something like this, something that you longed for so desperately, during the worst moment?

But what you didn’t know was that Norton loved taking risks.

After the cipher had finally been decoded, you let out a relieving sigh. Naib and Eli began running off to the exit gate, but Norton however had refused to move off from you.

But you were glad. Because now the both of you were finally alone. Unless Alva decided to find you.

“Norton…why are you doing this?” You ask him.

“You just look so tempting, with that skirt and everything.” He said, slowly grinding against you.

You bit your lip as you felt his clothed length graze against your clothed entrance.

“Just…be quick.” You pleaded.

Norton gave a smirk, not saying a word as he slid his hands up your thigh and pulled your panties down, then removed the belt to his shorts and freed his throbbing cock.

You arched your back, giving him easier access to his goal.

“Fuck…I never knew I’d ever be able to see you in this position.” He laughed to himself.

He pushed himself all the way in, his tip kissing your sweet spot in an instant. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan, feeling blissful at this sensation.

“The other 2 must be waiting for us so we gotta…finish…quick…” you panted.

“Don’t worry, I don’t go slow.” Norton whispered in your ear. And he was right. He immediately thrusted at such a quick pace that it was hard to keep up with his movements as your body was violently being rocked back and forth against the cipher machine. He slid a hand up your shirt, caressing one of your breasts and playing with the nipple while his other hand grabbed tightly against the side of your waist.

“Ngh…you feel so good…so damn good…” Norton groaned, feeling satisfied at the way your walls hugged his cock so tightly.

You felt like you were about to reach your climax, when all of a sudden your heartbeat increased. And it wasn’t because of Norton.

“N-Nort…” you whimpered.

“Hm? Gotta cum?” He said, completely unaware of what was going on.

“H-Hunter…nearby…” you managed to say.

Norton then realised that his heart was also beating fast.

“Shit…” he said, slowly pulling out.

You both lowered yourselves, trying your best to hide. Norton protectively held you close, your head resting against his bare chest while your legs quivered, still awaiting your climax which was slowly fading away due to the fear that had taken over your pleasure.

Alva was still nowhere to be seen, and eventually your heartbeats returned to normal.

Norton gently lifted you up in his arms.

“We should continue this at the manor where it’s safer.” He said.

You nodded, but then let out a sigh. You weren’t able to hit your climax, and the feeling was making you uneasy, but at least this time you wouldn’t have any interruptions. Hopefully.

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank (“season” 2)

part one.

“season” one found on the master list here

s2 takes place about 3 years after s1.

off to a strong start of ni-ki making bad choices, once again.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

ni-ki looked at his reflection once more before grabbing his wallet and phone to head down the stairs.

jungwon and sunoo looked up from their textbooks and notes as they sat on the floor in the living room studying.

“where are you going?” sunoo questioned.

“out.” ni-ki replied.

“shouldn’t you be studying for midterms starting next week?”

ni-ki shrugged. “eh, i’ll start tomorrow.” he fixed the hair in front of his forehead. “i’ll see you losers later.”

“and where are you going?” sunghoon asked coming down the steps soon after, you following close behind.

“out.” ni-ki replied to the elder.

“with who?”

ni-ki sighed, “eunchae.”

you, sunoo, and jungwon made an “oh” noise teasing the youngest.

ni-ki frowned then smiled. “stop that! it’s not like that, as i have told you all plenty of times. we’re just friends.”

using your fingers you mocked the “just friends.”

ni-ki looked at you with annoyed expression, you with a smile on your face. you’ve came to really enjoy teasing him.

“do we need to have the birds and bees talk?” you smiled.

“i’m out.” ni-ki quickly stated and left out the door before you four could bother him anymore.

he walked down the path of the driveway, making his short distance walk to the downtown park he and eunchae always met at.

it was getting late, currently about 8 in the evening, but finally the others trusted him.

as he was deep in thought on what eunchae so badly wanted to show him, he hadn’t heard her walk up behind him.

“boo!” she jumped from behind the bench startling him.

“fuck, eunchae! don’t do that!” he huffed out standing up towering over her.

eunchae laughed. “oh please, don’t you have like vampire hearing and stuff?”

“sometimes i tune it out. it’s a habit.” he replied. “so where is this awesome place you wanted to show me?”

“it’s just a bit of a walk if you don’t mind pretty boy.” eunchae said patting his shoulders.

“lead the way.”

after a few minutes in comfortable silence, ni-ki brought up previous conversations with the others. eunchae laughed, loudly.

“well don’t go breaking my ego.” he scoffed pretending to be hurt.

“i’m sorry.” eunchae wiped away a fake tear. “it’s just the birds and bees talk? it’s not like you can reproduce anyway.” eunchae chuckled. “plus,” she began, eyeing the boy up and down, “you’re not my type, riki.” she smirked.

ni-ki stopped in his tracks, letting eunchae walk a bit ahead. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he yelled after her, running to catch up, however, eunchae laughed and began running herself.

not much longer, eunchae led ni-ki to some woods.

“not gonna kill me are you?”

“not in a million years, riki. who else would tease you?”

“i have 7 others for that.”

ni-ki stopped in his tracks when he finally saw what eunchae was bringing him to.

a group of people, probably about 7, around a fire pit. three of the boys had girls on their laps. their heads buried in the girls necks. from afar or a quick glance, it looks like horny people making out and dry humping.

“are they—,” ni-ki couldn’t even finish his sentence as he noticed the 3 boys there were not just kissing the girls necks, no, they were sucking.

sucking their blood.

ni-ki looked down to eunchae, and she seemed to be in a trance as she smiled big at the people in front of her. he waved his hand in her face.

“eunchae are you okay?”

eunchae looked up to ni-ki with a smile that didn’t look like her own. “of course riki.”

just then, one of the boys who had been draining one of the girls, had noticed the two arrive.

“well hello there eunchae.” the boy smiled, wiping his lips. he walked up to the two.

“hi sunwoo!” she waved excitedly. “i brought my friend, who is like you all!”

ni-ki noticed that tone didn’t sound like eunchae at all. what the hell was going on?

ni-ki bowed with caution. “hello.” he held up a hand to wave quickly.

sunwoo smiled. “welcome to the party.” he showed his fangs. “how long you been a vampire?”

“about three years.” ni-ki replied. “you?”

“mhm, about 15.” sunwoo answered, and began walking back towards the group, eunchae immediately following. ni-ki hesitated but ended up following as well.

“eunchae,” ni-ki whispered, “what’s going on?”

eunchae turned, “would you relax riki?”

“yeah, relax riki.” sunwoo mocked.

ni-ki straightened, “it’s ni-ki to you.”

sunwoo just laughed, “ever feed on a human before?”

“yes.” ni-ki replied, placing his hands in his pockets. “why haven’t my elders told me about you and your group? i’m sure they would know other vampires were around.”

sunwoo sat next to one of the guys feeding, eunchae standing behind sunwoo. ni-ki stood in front of the boy.

“have a seat ni-ki, relax!”

“i will when i feel like it.”

sunwoo scoffed, “well, our vampire kind isn’t liked amongst others. so we have to hide our pretty faces.” sunwoo began to explain, “that’s why we have eunchae here to help find us our meals.”

ni-ki looked at eunchae who looked off blankly. “are you sure it’s something she wants to do?”

“of course riki, i can make my own decisions!” eunchae said. “now sit and make some friends.”

“can you go find our guest a fresh meal?” sunwoo smiled up to eunchae who nodded.

“no no, it’s fine. just ate not too long ago.”

“what? haven’t been able to control your hunger on a regular human yet?” sunwoo clicked his tongue from the root of his mouth.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“oh don’t you worry you’re pretty head, i’ll explain after you eat.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

back at the house, you laid in bed next to jay, wrapped in his sheets. “mhmm, i don’t think i’ll ever be able to handle you alls stamina.” you groaned.

jay laughed, playing with your hair, before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “it’s fine baby. some of us just need to go easier on you.”

you faked coughed, “jungwon—cough—jake.” you joked and you both laughed. “why are their drives so high?”

jay sighed, “some vampires sexual drives increase once they’ve changed. jake’s increased times 100 because as a human he had a high sex drive. once they adjust more to their strength and being a vampire, it’ll balance out. it’ll take some time though. for some it takes 5 to 10 years. some even longer.”

you sat up, laying on your stomach to face jay who was on his back. you traced patterns on his chest. “why don’t sunoo or ni-ki have high sex drives?”

“believe it or not, not everyone who gets turned ends up having a high sex drive or one at all. it just means something else effects them. for ni-ki i think it’s anger and impulse control. that’s why it’s hard for him to feed on a regular human other than you. with sunoo, his sensitivity hightened. he can feel emotions on a deeper level of those around him.”

you kissed jay’s chest and relaxed into his arms, feeling exhaustion take over your body. “don’t get too tired baby, i think jungwon wants to feed.”

“can he please wait until tomorrow? that boy will absolutely wreck me, and i definitely cannot even stand on my own right now.” you laughed.

“i’ll let him know.”

jungwon opened the door to jays room shortly after with a pout. “i promise i won’t be rough!”

“she’s tired, you can have her tomorrow.” jay said.

you looked to jungwon with a smile, “you can have me all day tomorrow.”

“promise?” jungwon smiled big.

“promise.”

“yoi, okay.” he chuckled and left jays room.

“he’s gonna be extra clingy to you tomorrow, just know that.”

“eh i expect it.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

around 1 am, after everyone had turned in for the night, it was sunoo who heard the window to his room being slightly opened further than what he usually leaves it to feel a breeze.

he awoke startled, to see an almost drunk like ni-ki stumbling into his room, falling on the floor.

“ni-ki!” sunoo yelled in a hushed tone. sunoo quickly got up, to help the youngest stand up. sunoo immediately felt a rush of energy, excitement, fear, and regret. “ni-ki, what did you do?”

“i’m tired.” he hiccuped and walked out of the room, stumbling to his own. ni-ki looked disheveled, his jacket he left with, now missing.

sunoo followed ni-ki to his room, watching the youngest plop on his bed, still dressed in outside clothes. sunoo walked up to the boy to shake him. “you at least need to change.”

ni-ki agreed and went to grab clothes. he walked across the hall to the bathroom he shared with sunoo, and turned on the shower.

sunoo sighed, shaking his head, but decided, ni-ki was in no way shape or form to discuss tonight’s events. sunoo went back to his room with hesitation but knew if he kept pressing on the youngest, it could get ugly.

in the shower, ni-ki let tonight’s events run off his body, feeling guilty of all he did. he didn’t even want to remember what happened. he put it in the back of his memory, but the tingling sensation of feeding on a human other than you, excited him. he felt a new burst of energy he didn’t get from you.

he knew he would be seeing sunwoo and those boys again soon.

─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─── ─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─── ─── ᯓᡣ𐭩

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[rishiguro]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK

a/n: hello flu season, you make me write purely self-indulgent shit because i turn into a needy child when i‘m sick

warnings: mentions of meds. one f-bomb.

jjk version

SUNA RINTAROU: can’t help but tease you for it

“i told you to put on a jacket and dry your hair before you go out,” he muttered amused as he watched you huddle into the living room, wrapped into your thick blanket. you rolled your eyes at him, to which he immediately held up his hands. “don’t look at me like that, you know i’m right” you couldn’t help but pout at him, whispering curses annoyed. “you know damn well that that’s not how viruses work,” you grumbled. “then why are you sick now?” he retorted, smiling. “fuck you” you turned around to go back into the bedroom. “oh, come here you big baby” your boyfriend opened his arms and gestured you to come closer, offering to cuddle with you. “i hate you sometimes,” you muttered under your breath as you walked up to him, falling into his arms and laying your head on his chest. “i love you too”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: decks you in with every remedy he can get his hands on

he looked at all the meds on the table after carefully reciting the benefits of each one word-by-word, remembering everything the pharmacist had told him. “are you sure you got everything you need? i can run out to the pharmacy again, it’s not a problem,” he offered after a short pause. you let out a quiet laugh, nodding confidently. “i’m sure i’ll be fine, ‘toshi. promise,” you stated, reaching out to grab his hand. “okay” admittedly, it was adorable just how overboard he went the second he heard you sneeze. you probably just caught the flu somewhere, nothing that couldn’t be cured with rest and maybe a few meds. when you texted your boyfriend, asking him to pick some up for you, you surely didn’t expect him to enter your home with the whole pharmacy in his bag. you grinned, your heart warming at his silly, but incredibly caring gesture. “what are you laughing at?” he asked confused. “nothing,” you assured him quickly, giving his cheek a peck before leaning into him and his warmth. “i’m just happy you’re here with me”

KITA SHINSUKE: keeps a respectable distance but doesn’t fail to make you feel cared for

following a soft knock, the door to your dim bedroom was opened with your boyfriend stepping into the room. “i made you some tea” he spoke softly as he put the mug down on the small table next to you. he proceeded to quickly feel your forehead, nodding when he realizes that your temperature has gone down. “and some soup is currently cooking on the stove, i’m gonna bring you a bowl later” he smiled softly at you, giving your forehead a peck. “i’ll be in the living room, yeah?” he turned to leave, making sure to not close the door behind him. he then turned around and took another look at you. “the door’s open, love, so just say the word and i’ll be here, no need to strain your voice” you smiled weakly at him. “thank you” he nodded. “i love you,” he whispered to you. “i love you too,” you replied. he turned to leave, but stopped when you called out to him again. he hummed, waiting for you to continue. “can i get a hug? just a quick one,” you mumbled, almost sounding shy, “please” he smiled, immediately making his way over to you. “you don’t have to ask, anything you want”

HINATA SHOYO: latches himself onto you and ends up getting sick too

you groaned, trying to push him off you, but finishing yourself too weak to actually do so. his head was buried in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly secured around you, not wanting to let you go. you sighed in defeat. “shoyo, i love you, but you’re gonna get sick of you keep doing this” “nuh-uh” he denied, shaking his head, his hair tickling your skin. “yes you will,” you insisted, your hands however finding their way on his back, softly running your nails over it. he kept denying it however and soon after you couldn’t find the energy to keep arguing with him — and you really didn’t want him to leave (not like you’d tell him and give him an actual reason to stay). and just about two weeks later, you’d be the one tending to him, not failing to tease him about his sickness. it didn’t matter to him though, he’d get sick a thousand times over if it meant he could stay close to you.

KUROO TETSUROU: loves to berate you but will drop everything to take care of you

he groaned when he saw you in his field of vision, raising his eyebrows at you with hands stemmed into his hips. “i told you to stay under the covers” he shook his head, pointing into the direction of your bedroom and motioning you towards it. “back under the blanket, come on” you whined. “it’s too hot, tetsurou, i’m sweating” you shivered as you spoke, your arms wrapping around your midsection. honestly, you just needed to see some things that weren’t the walls or the ceiling of your room. you’d take anything at this point. “that’s the point! you need to sweat it out!” he claimed, gesturing with his hands. “can i at least take a shower first? or just get changed? i feel disgusting, my clothes are literally drenched in sweat,” you spoke after sighing in defeat. there was no point in arguing with him, especially when you knew that he was right. “hop into the bathroom, i’ll get you some new pajamas”

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[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Last Name

How would each of the demon brothers react to MC saying that they’ll give him their last name?

“There aren’t any demons or angels that have last names, right?” MC randomly questioned the demon brother they were spending time with.  “Why is that?”

The demon explained how the beings in the Devildom and Celestial Realm were given one-of-a-kind names to distinguish them from others, unlike how many humans can share the same (first) name.  As such, having a second name was unnecessary.  Titles were more common to further establish their individuality, such as “Morning Star” for Lucifer and “Jewel of the Heavens” for Asmodeus when the two of them were angels.

“Do you wish you had a last name?” MC inquired.

The demon was mostly indifferent on the matter, but he did mention how he particularly liked MC’s last name. 

“In that case, I’ll give you my last name someday,” MC remarked in a casual manner.

He opened his mouth to reply but paused upon realizing what MC might’ve been implying.  A human typically would only share their last name with someone else when they were getting married to that individual.

Lucifer felt a surge of pride in his chest at the notion that MC intended to offer their last name (and their hand in marriage) to him alone.  Still, from how nonchalantly they had presented the notion, he had to make sure that both of them understood it in the same way. “You’re aware of what that would mean for us, right?” he asked them.  “It’s not something to take lightly, even if I’m not human.”  After watching MC nod their head confidently, a small grin tugged at Lucifer’s lips.  “Good.  Seeing as how you already belong to me, MC, it’s only natural that your last name would become mine, as well.  I look forward to when that day officially comes.”  (Time to start planning a real marriage proposal, Lucifer thought to himself.)

Mammon managed to choke on his saliva when he pieced together what MC likely was implying, which, on the bright side, provided him with an excuse as to why his cheeks were flushed.  All the money and rare treasures in the Devildom could never compare to the value of having MC’s last name all to himself.  “Th-The Great Mammon accepts your gift!” he declared once he finished coughing.  “If you’re gonna give your last name to anyone, obviously it��s gonna be me.  That means no one else can have it, got it?  No changin’ your mind, either!  A-And...don’t take too long to hand it over to me, ‘cause I’m ready to take it anytime.”  (Well, first, Mammon just needed to narrow down the best ring to give MC from his secret growing collection.)

Leviathan could've probably rattled off the long title of a human world anime that had a scene similar to this—that is, if he wasn’t currently short-circuiting in front of MC.  “Y-Y-Y-You’d give your l-l-last name to a gross shut-in otaku like m-me?!” he asked incredulously.  “You mean it?!  Are you sure?!”  Once MC reaffirmed their promise, Levi was certain he could die happy (but not right now!).  “Oh man, it feels like I just unlocked the highest ranking class in an RPG!  MC, I’ll wear your last name proudly and do everything I can to make sure you won’t regret choosing me to have it!  ...Uh, when I do get your last name, I mean.”  (Levi started focusing more on anime and game content that included marriage as references for how to be a good husband for MC in the future.)

Satan was left dumbfounded for a moment as he processed what MC was telling him.  “So then, you’re saying...you want to marry me at some point, correct?” he bluntly questioned them.  MC confirmed his suspicion, which brought a light blush to his face coupled with a pleased smile.  Although there was no record of a demon and human ever marrying each other, he couldn’t deny that he also wanted this with MC.  “All right.  I’ll make your dream a reality, and in return, you’ll share your last name with me.  This means we’ll spend the rest of your days together, too.  Let’s build a love so strong it’ll be the envy of all romance novels and poetry.”  (Afterward, while he was researching human marriage customs, he suddenly wondered if the cats he wanted to adopt with MC would also acquire their last name.)

Asmodeus squealed and bounced cheerfully in place before wrapping his arms around MC in a tight embrace.  Normally the concept of being permanently tied to someone would be unappealing to Asmo, but those qualms became nonexistent when it involved MC.  “I love you so much, MC!  I’ll make you the happiest human in all the three realms as Asmodeus [Last Name]!  Oh wow, my name was already gorgeous by itself, but with your last name added to it, it’s even better!  Come on, let’s get a pre-engagement photo together.  I can’t wait to brag to everyone on Devilgram about this.”  (Since MC already offered him their last name, Asmo decided that he’d be the one to get them an engagement ring.  But if MC buys him one, too, he certainly won’t complain.)

Beelzebub’s eyes twinkled with pure joy at MC’s promise.  “Really?  I’d like that a lot, MC,” he told them.  His words may have been a bit of an understatement, considering MC’s declaration filled him with so much glee that it was enough to satisfy the seemingly endless void in his stomach.  He couldn’t hold back his wide grin as he took their hands in his own and continued, “When I have your last name, we can finally be our own family.  We’ll wake up together, make breakfast together, go out for lunch together, eat dinner together...  Oh, yeah, I guess we mostly do that already, but it’ll be even more special than it is now.  Hehe, I can’t wait.”  (Despite the frequent distractions of thinking about wedding cake, Beel did take active steps to ensure that he’d be able to actually receive their last name.)

Belphegor perked up in surprise from MC’s words, the constant nagging urge to sleep vanishing in an instant.  He feared he may have accidentally dozed off mid-conversation and only dreamed of MC wanting him to have their last name.  Fortunately, the look on their face assured him that he had been awake, so his expression softened into genuine delight as he replied, “Okay, I like the sound of that.”  Rather than ending it there, his mischief (and inner excitement) got the better of him, causing him to add, “Although, if you’re planning to give your last name to me, then that also means I can take it anytime I want, right?  Even if it’s sooner than you expect?  Because I might just do that.”  (Belphie now had an unusually high level of motivation to take the next step in his relationship with MC.)

[leilakisakabiri]

request: Hi can you do where the reader is wearing Gavis hoodie and she accidentally stains it and starts freaking out. Thank uuu and i love ur writing

I Got You (Gavi)

Summary: You need Gavi to come help you after you get yourself into a bad situation.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for your support! Requests are open. Currently working on The Promises We Keep Pt 2. Also, guys if I haven't done your request yet, don't worry, it probably means it's gonna be a long one.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Masterlist

It was a Saturday night in Barcelona, and you were holed up in your room, feet tucked under you, a knitted blanket over your shoulders as you read over the words in front of you for the hundredth time.

While the city was alight with people getting drinks, dancing, and laughing, you silenced your phone, closed your blinds, and put your headphones on to quiet any outside noises. 

You had decided to stay in this weekend, caught up in writing an essay for your criminal law class that was worth 50% of your grade. Safe to say you did not take it lightly. You had been hunched over your computer for the last nine hours, brain numb and fingers aching as you had tried to come up with a thesis and strong argument for your essay. You had blocked out this weekend to finish the essay, letting everyone know ahead of time not to contact you unless it was an emergency, including Gavi. 

Gavi had been gone for the last couple of days, traveling around Europe for the last leg of La Liga, and he had been adamant about spending as much time with you as he could once he got back - before his summer schedule kicked off. However, that hope was quickly cut short when you informed him you most likely wouldn’t be able to see him at all this weekend due to you being stuck finishing your essay. 

Although he had tried to convince you to change your mind, bribing you with the idea of endless cuddles and then promising to be as silent as possible while you wrote when his first idea didn’t work, you relented, knowing that having him around would be a major distraction, one that you couldn’t afford. 

“I’m sorry Pablo I don’t think I can this weekend. What about Monday?” You asked hopefully. 

He sighed over the phone, his face pulling into a frown, “I can’t. We’re leaving Monday morning for France.”

You bit on your lip, feeling bad, “I’m sorry I just really need to focus this weekend.” 

He nodded, “I get it. It just sucks. I wanted to see you at least once before I’m gone again. But it’s fine – I’ll survive.” He replied dramatically. 

You grinned, “Well I’ll miss you Pablito.” 

“I already miss you.” 

The smile on your face only grew as your heart warmed at his words, “I’ll text you if anything changes. Have a great game, I’ll be watching.” 

He gave you a wink, “Damn gotta show off now that my girls watching.” 

You giggled at him, “Bye Pablo.” 

He mocked your tone playfully, “Bye Y/n.” 

That was last week, and now you were nose deep in your essay, textbooks scattered around you as you looked for possible quotes to strengthen your thesis. You had been so busy scanning the words on the page that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing non-stop next to you. 

Once you saw the glow of your phone screen curiosity got the better of you and you flipped it around seeing you had eight missed calls from your best friend. 

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, it was almost two in the morning, she would for sure be at a club right now, happily dancing the night away with your friends, so why was she consistently calling you? 

The phone buzzed once again and this time you were quick to answer. 

“Hello, Gia, what’s going on?” 

Her voice was slurred on the other end, but you could sense the panic regardless, “Y/n? I don’t know where I am, I was with the others but then I went to the bathroom, and I then couldn’t find anyone anymore. And this guy won’t leave me alone-”

“Gia, where are you? I’ll come get you.” You cut off her rambling, already rushing to put on your shoes, essay long forgotten. 

She hiccupped, “I’m at Macarena. I’m sorry no one else answered.” 

“No, no problem at all. I’m coming right now, Gia. Don’t move. I’m glad you called.” You comforted her. 

The club was only a twenty-minute walk from your house, and seeing as you didn’t have a car or the time to wait for public transport, it was your best option. 

You cursed yourself for not answering sooner as you rushed to get your keys, grabbing a random hoodie on the way out. 

Although summer was beginning to creep into Barcelona, the nights were still chilly with cold winds rushing through the area. 

You sped through the streets, walking with purpose as you finally reached the club. You were severely underdressed for the club wearing a random hoodie and yoga pants. You saw the line for the club was still extremely long, wrapping around the corner and you knew you had no time to waste. 

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, you were never one to break any rules or ask for any special favors, but now seemed like a good time to start. 

You walked up to the club bouncer, ignoring the nasty look the guy at the front of the queue was sending you, “Excuse me. I need to get in right away, my friend is inside alone, and I need to help her.” 

You heard the guy next to you scoff. 

The bouncer looked at you unimpressed. “Sorry sweetheart. You want to get to her, you have to wait in line.” 

You relented, “Sir please, just look at my outfit,” you said gesturing to yourself, “clearly, I’m not here to party, I just need to get my friend and leave. You can even come with me!” 

He gave you an apprehensive look, taking in your appearance, “I can’t leave my post.” 

You groaned, “Fine, then can someone else escort me? I can literally call her right now. She’s not in the right head space.” 

He squinted his eyes at you, “You look familiar.” 

It finally clicked. This is where you had gone with Gavi and his team, celebrating after they had won a final a few weeks ago. They had treated you like royalty, blocking off a whole section just for you, the club owner even making an appearance to congratulate the team.

You didn’t like to use the fact that you were dating a well-known athlete as a way to get special privileges but if it meant helping your friend then you would do it. 

“Yeah, I was in VIP a few weeks ago. I know the owner, so please let me in.”

“What’s his name?” 

You racked your brain trying to think of that night, “Santiago. It was Santiago!” You replied, finally remembering. 

The bouncer gave you a once over before he finally nodded begrudgingly, “Fine – but be quick.” 

You heard the other people in line begin to argue but you quickly thanked the bouncer, rushing inside, not wanting to wait long enough for him to change his mind. 

God bless Gavi.

The place was packed, bodies pressed together so closely that you had to squeeze in between heavily making out couples and groups of friends to make your way to the middle. The strobe lights were going crazy, changing every few seconds to the beat of the music. There was a DJ booth twenty feet above the crowd playing EDM Spanish music and the crowd was going insane, chanting along. 

You hit your head on your forehead as you realized you forgot to ask her where she was. 

You pulled out your phone, letting out a breath of relief when she answered, “I’m here Gia. Where are you?” 

“I’m at- I said no, stop, I’m at the bar.” She huffed. You felt your anxiety rise, who was she talking to? 

“Ok, I’m coming.” 

You pushed through the throngs of people, finally spotting the bar, seeing her leaning against the counter, hands flying as she argued with someone. 

You walked towards them hearing the tail end of their conversation, a bad feeling in your stomach.

“Gia!” You yelled, coming to stand next to her. 

She gave you a relieved look, falling into you, the effort of standing up being too much. 

You caught her, hugging her back. 

“Oh wow – two for one. I got a buddy that would love you.” 

You steadied Gia looking up to see the guy she was talking with giving you a smirk. 

You held his gaze, annoyed, “No thanks. We’re leaving now.” 

You went to turn but he caught your wrist pulling you back, the drink in his hand sloshing,

“Woah, don’t go yet, the fun’s just getting started. Look my buddies are in VIP we can hook you up.” 

You yanked your hand away, giving him a disgusted look, “First don’t touch me. Second, we’re leaving.” 

“You’re not leaving.” He persisted. 

You raised an eyebrow, “Fucking watch me.” 

He reached for you again, but you were prepared, grabbing his hand, and flinging it off you, as you weaved into the crowd, ignoring his shouts. 

You let out a breath as you stepped outside of the club, grateful for the cold air after sweating through your hoodie in the packed club. 

You adjusted your hold on Gia, holding her waist as you started the trek back to your apartment. 

She stumbled over her steps as you walked, giggling, “Oh my god Y/n your bleeding!” 

You gave her a confused look, dragging her, “What?” 

She giggled again, reaching for your hoodie, “It’s coming from your stomach, look it’s red!” She pointed at your shirt. 

You looked down and you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching as you began to panic, “Oh shit Gia I’m wearing Gavi’s hoodie!” 

She stopped as well, letting go of you as she plopped onto the ground, staring up at you,

“So?” 

“So? He’s going to be so mad at me. That dick spilled his drink on me. This is a white hoodie – who knows if it will come out?” You stressed.

“It’s-" she hiccupped, “fine.” 

You shook your head, “No It’s not it’s his favorite hoodie, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it. Fuck, I have to clean as soon as we get home.” 

You started walking before you realized she wasn’t following you. 

“Gia?” 

You turned around to see her slumped against the sidewalk, eyes closed. 

You rushed to her side, shaking her, “Gia? Gia, are you okay?” 

She hummed, “I don’t feel so good.” 

“Can you walk? We’re almost halfway there.” You asked, helping her sit up so she was leaning against you. 

She groaned, “I’m going to throw up.” 

You looked around anxiously, unsure of what to do. You had left the main strip of clubs and restaurants, and were now on a back road, walking in an area that was dimly lit and that you weren’t too familiar with. 

“I can call an Uber.” 

You reached into your pocket, cursing yourself as you realized you had forgotten your wallet in the rush to get to the club. 

“Shit, I don’t have my wallet. Do you have yours?” 

“Antonio.” She groaned, leaning her head against your shoulder. 

You let out a huff, contemplating what to do. You attempted to get her to stand up once again, desperate to get out of the area, but she couldn’t stand, and you weren’t strong enough to carry her the rest of the way. You chewed on your lip debating a solution, but you didn’t want to do it unless it was the absolute, last, last resort. 

You spent the next five minutes calling all your friends, but no one answered. You groaned, frustrated, knowing you had run out of options. 

You heard your friend beginning to doze off and you shook her, “Gia stay awake.” 

She moaned, “Y/n I really don’t feel good. I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Your finger hovered over the contact, and you finally pressed it, feeling the guilt build inside. 

It rang seven times before going to voicemail. You called back. 

On the third ring, the line finally connected, 

“Y/n? Why are you calling me so late?” Gavi’s voice was thick with sleep, his words murmured. 

Hearing his voice sent a pang of relief through you, and suddenly you didn’t feel so alone,

“Gavi I’m sorry. I really need your help.” 

He was up in an instant, wide awake, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m stuck in the middle of the road with Gia. She got drunk and I went to get her but now I’m worried there’s something wrong. She can’t get up and we’re all alone. I don’t have any money. I called our friends, but no one answered, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You rushed out. 

You heard his breath accelerate on the other end of the line, “Ok don’t worry baby I’m coming. Send me your address, everything’s going to be okay. Just stay on the phone with me.” He reassured you. 

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Thank you so much Gavi.”

You heard his car door open, “Anytime. If anything happens like this again you call me first, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You stayed on the phone with him, rubbing Gia’s shoulder to comfort her, readjusting her whenever she began to doze off. 

Finally, you saw a familiar car pull onto the street, and you waved your hands, trying to get him to see you. 

The car made a quick turn and then Gavi was rushing out, a worried look on his face, 

“Oh thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.” 

“I’m so sorry for waking you. Thank you for coming.” 

“Y/n stop apologizing.” He said, helping you carry Gia to the car. 

Upon feeling that she was being lifted, her eyes shot open, “Y/n what’s going on?”

She glanced over to her left seeing Gavi before she turned to look at you, it took two seconds for her eyes to widen and then she was whipping her head back, “Gavi? The hell y-you doing here?” 

You giggled at her abruptness, “I had to call for help.” 

She turned to you, snuggling into your shoulder affectionately, “You’re the best Y/n. She was a rockstar today.” She spoke, as you both pushed her into the car. 

Gavi raised his eyebrow at you as you both got in, “A rockstar eh?” 

You rolled your eyes, “She’s just spewing nonsense.” 

Gia groaned in the back, hands clumsily coming to slap your shoulder, “Ehh don’t lie Y/n. You should have seen the way she talked to those guys – even I was scared.” 

You saw Gavi’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, his posture stiffened as he looked over at you,

“Guys? What guys?” 

You opened your mouth to reply but Gia beat you to it. 

“This one guy, he kept trying to get me to come with him, but then Y/n was like no way we’re leaving, and then he started hitting on her, but then he tried to grab her, and she karate chopped his hand! He was so embarrassed!” 

You felt yourself blushing at her recollection of events, “I did not karate chop his hand!” 

“Yes, you did. It was like in midair when he was talking about his friend that liked you, and then I blinked, and it was gone!”

“Did he try anything?” Gavi’s voice was hard, as he looked at you.

You shook your head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “No don’t worry. We were fine.” 

You felt his body relax under your touch, and one of his hands came to grip your own, “You should have called me sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole.” 

You felt your heart flutter at his words, “Don’t worry I handled it. But thank you, next time I will.” 

Soon you were pulling up to your apartment and hauling Gia up your steps. 

“I really wish we had an elevator right now.” Gia groaned as she was being half pulled, half carried up the steps. 

You made eye contact with Gavi after hearing her statement, and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh out loud, 

“You and me both G.”

Finally, you reached your apartment, and all let out a sigh of relief as she fell onto your bed, passing out almost immediately. 

You cringed as you saw her head land centimeters away from the sharp edge of one of your textbooks. 

You reached over, clearing the space so she was able to sleep without the risk of a concussion. 

You looked up once the area was cleaned to see Gavi looking at you intently, a weird expression on his face almost like he was stuck in his thoughts. 

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked unsure, looking down at yourself. 

That’s when you realized. 

You were still wearing his hoodie, the one that had a massive red stain on it now thanks to the jackass at the club. 

You had completely forgotten about it. 

You quickly apologized, “Gavi I’m so sorry. Gia called and I was so worried so I grabbed the first thing I could find – and then the guy kept grabbing me and had this drink – anyways,” you let out a huff, “I’m really really sorry, I can buy you a new one.” 

Gavi stared at you in surprise, shocked by your outburst, “Y/n relax. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I know how much you love this sweatshirt.” 

Gavi shook his head slightly smiling, you were just so adorable, and he physically couldn’t hold back the words he’d been dying to say any longer, “I love you more though, so it’s fine.” 

“Wha-what?” You stumbled over your words, clearly not expecting such a big revelation.

“I said I love you.” He said it with so much confidence, almost like he was reciting a fact, something that couldn’t be changed, and you melted a little at how sure he sounded. 

You didn’t know what to say, your brain still playing those three words on a loop. He loved you. He had said it first. 

The silence stretched on and now it was his turn to get nervous, “Is that okay?”

Your mouth was still open in shock, but you quickly recovered, 

“Yo-you love me?” Your voice cracked. 

“Well, yeah… why would I not?” He asked, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you took a step closer to him, “I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pulling you closer into him, as he slid his hands under the sweatshirt, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. 

Your lips moved in sync and your hands went to play with his hair, gently tugging. 

You heard him let out a groan and you bit his bottom lip instinctively. 

He pulled away out of breath, a dazed look in his eyes, “Joder, you can ruin all my hoodies if this is how you apologize.” He muttered breathlessly. 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought you back into him for another kiss. 

[gnxosblog]

The new boy

Pt 3

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ✵ 𝐘𝐨���� 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⁂ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥?

Matt x reader

Not proofread*

~

Y/n pov

The rest of the schoolweek was kinda boring. It was nice being with friends and other people everyday and not being home that much. I did have some eye contact with Matt and I smile thinking of the memory. His cute smile and those eyes. Wow. The week kinda flew by and there were a lot of fights at home as usual. I mostly spend my free time in my room listening to music and meeting up with Kira, Josh and Aiden. It was now Saturday the day of the party and I was very excited to just get out of the house and party. Jake didn’t really live that far away from me so I could walk to the party.

From Kira

Hey can me, Josh and Aiden come over later for the party?

To Kira

Yes ofc! What time did you have in mind?

From Kira

I can be there around 3 and then we can meet Josh and Aiden at Mac Donalds around 5:30??

To Kira

Perfect see you soon!!! Ily

From Kira

Lym girl

It was currently 2pm and I decided to take a shower before Kira came over. After the shower I put on a vanilla body butter and dried my hair. I put on some blue shorts and a pink top. I turned on my box and put on some rap music. I was jamming to the songs when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the front door and let Kira in. My dad was on a work trip and my mom was a weekend away with one of her friends. “Hey girl.” Kira said. “Heyy.” I said. “I’m kinda hungry, do you have some food?” Kira asked. “Oh so that’s why you’re here for food.” I said with a smirk. “Yeah sorry I didn’t want to tell you.” Kira said. We both started laughing. “No but like fr do you have food?” Kira asked. “Yeah I have some crisps I guess.” I said. “Yummy thanks.” Kira said hugging me. We watched a movie and danced to music till it was 5:15pm. “Oh shit we have to leave to Macdonald’s.” I say. “Oh shit yeah we don’t want Aiden and Josh to get mad.” Kira said laughing. We walked out of the door to my car and got in. We drove over to Macdonald’s.

“Hey guys.” Me and Kira say as we walk over to the table Josh and Aiden were sitting down. “Hi y/n and hi Kira.” Josh said. “Hey.” Aiden said as his attention was already on his girlfriend and he pat on the seat next to him signaling for Kira to sit down. “So what you guys gonna order?” Aiden asked. “Probably some nuggets and fries.” I say. “Yeah same.” Kira says. “I’m gonna order fries and a big ass burger yo.” Aiden says. We start laughing. “I’m ordering the same as Aiden but without the big ass.” Josh says. We laugh again. God I loved these moments just our dumb humor and living in this moment and not think about anything else. After a while we got our food and finished it up. “So me and Kira are going back to my place to get ready for the party, you guys can join us.” I say. “Okay we’ll come.” Josh says. Me and Kira got in my car and Josh and Aiden followed us in Josh’s car.

We arrived at my place around 7:30pm. Jake’s party starts at 9pm so we got enough time to get ready. “You guys can just chill in my living room while me and Kira get ready.” I say before walking upstairs to my room. “God what do I wear?” I ask Kira. “Maybe like a dress, I’m wearing my black one.” Kira says. “Ooh hot, yeah I’ll wear my navy blue dress I guess.” I say. “Omg yes that’s one hot.” Kira says. I put on my makeup and decided to do something different and add a little eyeliner and line my eyes with eye pencil. I thought it looked good so maybe I’ll do this more often. I liked my lips and put on a gloss. “I’m ready.” I say. “Gosh hot asf.” Kira says. “Oh shut up look at you.” I say. “Ooh it’s 9:05pm, we better hurry.” I say. We walk down the stairs and put on some heels. I put on ones were the heel isn’t to long so I could still dance if I feel like it. “You guys finally done?” Aiden asks. “Yeah sorry it took so long babe.” Kira says. We walk out the door and made our way to the party.

-

We had only been at the party for 30 minutes now and Aiden was already a bit tipsy. Me and Kira were just dancing on the dance floor with drinks in our hands as I saw a familiar face. I saw Chris talking to Josh, my best friend Josh! Did that mean that Josh knew Matt? Did that mean Matt was also here? Why was Josh talking to Chris. I then noticed Nate, Nate was an old friend of Josh and they’d still catch up sometimes. Chris was probably friends with Nate but did that mean Matt was also? It suddenly got very hot inside and I made my way through all the sweaty dancing people. I walked to the back door and walked outside.

I let out a sigh as I walked over to a swing I saw in the backyard. I sat down my drink still in my hand. I went to take a sip as the back door opened revealing him. Matt was now walking outside and he didn’t notice me. It was quite dark so that made sense. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. I watched him as he inhaled the smoke, holding it for a bit before exhaling. God he looked good doing it. Why did I think about him in this way? I never liked anyone. I never thought of anyone like this. Of course I have thought about kissing a boy but I never found one that I wanted. Now I’m sitting here at 17, never kissed, never had a boyfriend, still a virgin and staring at a boy for the first time. Of course I’ve seen boys I found attractive but it was different, not like this. At this point he almost finished his cigarette. I was thinking about going up to him but what would I say. ‘Hey I’m y/n and I keep thinking about you and staring at you, I never thought of a boy like this but you’re different, nice to meet you.’ That would be weird asf, so I just decided to keep quiet and wait for him to get back inside. It was already later at night so the grass was damp. I tried to sit more comfortable but my heel slipped on the grass. Shit. A loud sound came from the swing I was sitting on. “You good?” I opened my eyes in shock as I hear Matt’s voice. God that voice is so attractive. “Hello?” Matt asked. I got shook out of my thoughts. “Uhm y-yes.” I say. “How long were you sitting there?” He asked. “Uhm 10 minutes or something. “Mmh so you were just staring at me then?” Matt asked. Oh God hell yes I was. “Uh no.” I said. Matt was now walking over to me. Shit. “Y/n right?” He asked. How tf did he know my name. My eyes widened. “Uhm yes.” I said confused. “How do you know that?” I asked. “You liked my insta post right?” He asked. Oh no he saw the notification, why did I unlike it oh god. I just looked at him my eyes slightly widened. “Or didn’t you?” He asked. “I got the notification but when I clicked on it I didn’t see anything.” He said. God I felt so embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say but the small amount of alcohol in my system still took the lead. “I was scrolling on insta and saw ur post when my mom walked in and I accidentally liked it, when I grabbed my phone again I unliked it ‘cause I figured it would be weird since you don’t know me.” The words flew out of my mind. Why was I so nervous? I normally didn’t have any problem talking to a boy. Maybe it was just Matt. His gaze, his clothes. His face, everything. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read. Oh god he probably thought I was weird. I fucked it up already. “Oh you didn’t have to unlike it, I didn’t mind.” Matt suddenly says. Oh. My. God. He didn’t mind? “Oh okay noted.” I said. God why did I say that such a loser. “I’m Matt btw but I think you already knew that since you’re in my class.” He said. I nodded. “Nice earrings.” He said. I looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. “You too.” I said smiling. I felt my face going red. He noticed them omg. “Wanna go back inside it’s kinda cold?” Matt asked. “Uh yeah sure it is pretty cold.” I said. We made our way through the backyard back to the house.

As we walked inside the living room my eyes instantly met with Kira. Her eyes were wide and filled with shock. I didn’t tell her about Matt but she definitely noticed me staring this past week. “Hey y/n, over here.” I heard Josh saying. I walked over to him. Matt following me. “Hey, Josh.” I said. “Who’s this?” Josh asked. “Oh this is Matt.” I say. Matt shakes Josh’s hand. “Hey nice to meet you, Josh.” Matt says. “Yeah nice to meet you, Matt.” Josh says. “So how do you guys know each other?” Josh asks. “Oh we actually just met.” I say. “Yeah someone was staring at me.” Matt says. I push his shoulder. “Shut up I wasn’t.” I say. Matt laughs. “Yeah sure.” He says. Josh looked at me with a confused look. I just smiled at him.

-

“Hey I’m gonna smoke again, wanna come?” Matt asks. “Uh yeah sure.” I say. We walk outside together. Matt grabs a cigarette and puts it in between his lips. God that looked so good. He grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette. He inhales the smoke and keeps it in for a second. “Can I try?” I ask. I never thought those words would leave my mind but the way he was doing it made it look good. He exhaled. “You sure?” He asked. I nodded. He handed me the cigarette and I put it in between my lips. I already studied him while he was doing it so I just did what I saw. I inhaled the smoke and held it for a bit before exhaling. I coughed while exhaling. “First time smoking?” Matt asked. “Yep:” I say. “I see.” He says with a small grin. “So are you and Josh dating?” Matt asked. I laughed. “Me and Josh? No never he’s my best friend he’s like a brother to me.” I say. “Why you asking ?” I ask. “No nothing just curious, I saw the way he was looking at you.” Matt says. Looking at me what. “What do you mean looking at me?” I ask. “Well he looked kinda jealous when I told him you were staring at me:” Matt says. “Nah sure he wasn’t, he’s just protective over me.” I say. “If you say so.” Matt says. “Shut up Matt.” I say laughing. He inhaled the smoke from his cigarette again. “Why are you always staring at me while I smoke?” Matt asks. “I’m not, just observing.” I say. Matt laughs. “Observing, god. Name a better excuse.” He says. I just roll my eyes. “Can I try again?” I ask. He nods and hands me the cigarette. I inhale again, hold the smoke before exhaling. This time I didn’t cough. “Gosh you’re a natural.” Matt says. I laugh.

-

Me and Matt hung out outside for about an hour. “I like this more than the party.” I suddenly say. Matt locks eyes with me. “What do you mean?” He asks. “Just being here outside talking.” I say. “You like hanging out with me more than the party?” He asks. I didn’t specifically say with him but it is what it is meant and he knew it. I nodded. “Well me too.” He says. His words make my face go red. Was he flirting with me? I don’t even know how that works or anything. “Y/n?” Matt asks. “Yeah what?” I ask. “Why were you staring at me for this past week?” He asks. I swallow. Omg he saw me. I felt my face go even more red. Matt noticed. “You didn’t have to feel ashamed, if I saw you staring it meant I was looking too.” He says. Omg. I look back up at him and he has a sweet smile on his face. “Y- you were?” I ask. “Yes how could I not?” He says. Omg his words make me blush even more. He steps closer to me, now hovering over me. I swallow. “Why are you so nervous?” Matt asks. I just looked at him words not being able to get out of my mouth. I was frozen. I have never been this close to a boys face before. I looked at his lips and then back at his eyes. Gosh the way I wanted to kiss him so badly even though I never did It before and didn’t know wtf to do. I saw him doing the same. Looking at my lips then back at my eyes. I moved even a bit closer. Before I knew it his lips were on mine. I was kissing a boy?! I was kissing Matt?! I kissed him back. I didn’t know what I was doing but I just went with it. I felt his tongue on my lips wanting access. I opened my mouth giving him it. I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. His hands were on my hips and mine were on his neck. After a long make out session, I pulled back. Our lips were both swollen and red from the kissing. I looked him in the eyes. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I wanted to say something when the door opened. “Y/n come quick we have to go home, Aiden just threw up in the living room.” Kira said in the door opening. I looked at her. “What Jesus.” Before I knew it I got pulled inside of the house by Kira. I looked back seeing Matt still smiling. I smiled back at him before I couldn’t see him anymore.

“What were you doing outside with him?” Kira asked inside the car. I saw Josh looking over at me. “Nothing just talking.” I said while my face gained a small pink blush. “OMG you kissed him?” Kira asked. Josh his eyes were now widened. I nodded softly. “Omg girl your first kiss.” Kira said pulling me in a hug. “How was it? Was it good? Was it with tongue?” She asked. “Kira.” I groaned. “Omg it was with tongue, lucky girl.” I looked away tryna hide my smile but it was almost impossible. God that kiss was so good. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I couldn’t stop thinking about Matt.

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A/n ooh. Lmk your thoughts. Leave feedback!!! And stay tuned for more parts! Ly x

[willowve01]

So— I wrote fluff.. and possibly oc x canon

Day in the Meadow

“Like this??”

Timothy asked as he held up a mess of flowers, barely gaining the circle shape he was going for. He wanted to learn how to make a flower crown after Raine had made him one— that was still currently resting atop his head.

Raine had been leaning against him, her shoulder and cheek against his back— more-less using him as a shield against the sun. She perked up to his voice, forcing herself from her spot to get a look.

“Yeah! You’re getting there.”

She smiled, lingering slightly even when Tim let out a semi-frustrated sigh.

“This is hard, how’d ya get it to stay? Mine keeps on breaking.”

“That’s okay! It takes practice. Plus, yer doin’ real good for the first try.”

She reassured him as she gently held the bottom of his hands and raised them slightly out of his lap. The praise forming a bright smile on his face, quickly replacing the defeated puppy eyes a second ago.

“Really?”

Raine hummed in response, her usual soft smile now bright to match his enthusiasm.

“I’m makin’ this one fer Bodie. Whatcha think? I’m worried I made it too big.”

She asked as she held up a crown full of dandelions and a few daisies. The young gator gawked in awe, “Woah! I’m thinkin’ he’ll love it!”

Raine flushed, now a little embarrassed by his enthusiasm.

“Heh, thanks Tim.”

~

A distraction offered itself into the momentary silence when Raine flinched and clenched her eyes shut, raising her hand to shield them. The sun was setting.

Raine hummed as her eyes refocused, admiring the bright oranges and golds. Tim found himself joining her in sunset gazing, a soft smile plastered in both of their faces as they stared off into the horizon.

“Beautiful ain’t it?”

She spoke, asking no one in particular. Tim’s gaze shifted from the sunset to her, going to say something but stopped. His eyes locked on hers, though she remained oblivious to him.

Her eyes were full of colors from the sunset; vaguely similar to the pinks and purples of his singing tanzanite. His gaze shifted down to trace the scars along her face. She hadn’t told him the story, no matter how much he begged. Scars were always so cool to him, but he could tell she hated hers.

In spite of that fact… he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Yeah..”

Raine felt a chill rush down her spine as a hand brushed the hair away, tucking it behind her ear while a daisy held it in place. A meek;

“Huh?”

Escaped her mouth as she turned to the boy beside her, her cheeks flushed and chest a mix of various emotions.

“I’m not gonna finish it anyway, so, uh—yeah.. we—we should probably get goin’ now. Don’t wanna be back too late! Gumbo should be done by now, Bodie’s probably look’n fer us.”

He quickly stood up, trying to brush off what had just happened— and the internal panic. Offering Raine a hand after a good stretch, to which she took, her touch remained soft and shy.

“You gonna be okay walkn’ back? Do you want a piggyback or—”

He was abruptly cut short by a small peck being placed on his cheek; suddenly going stiff, heart racing and his face feeling like it was on fire.

“Nah, I’ll be okay! I think I can make it, gettin’ tired of sittin’ around all day anyway.”

Raine chirped, limping slightly as she started back to the swamps treeline. Timothy stood there with a wide-eyed expression, flushed and confused as he turned to watch her go. She stopped and turned to look at him when she realized she wasn’t being followed, her face just as red as his.

“You coming, Tim?”

“A— yeah!”

With that, he was at her side again. Walking along side her as the familiar grounds of the swamp greeted them under their feet. Tim walking slower than his usual self, making sure his bug could keep up as the swamp steadily grew darker.

Art by @rozeliyawashereyall <33

(It was just so cute, I just had to write a scenario~~)

Anxious Willow sounds

[tikosblogg]

HIDDEN HEARTS// PT 1.

summary: love triangle? you grew up with folio, you are best friends. Both in very successful bands. folio tries to ignore his hidden feelings for you, especially when the one and only Noah Sebastian steals your heart.

Warnings: nothing really, some angst?

A/N: So this is definitely going to be a mini series, probably 5 parts. Reader is NOT poppy. It’s whoever you want it to be, but reader is the one featuring on van and everything.I really want it to have a happy ending, but they are going to go through a lot to get there! Also big thank you to @pedropascalsblog for help with this!❤️

I got an exciting call from my best friend Nick Folio this morning. He said that the lead singer of his band was interested in doing a collaboration with me on their current album! I'm a huge fan of bad omens of course, I’ve just never met any of them. Me and Nick have known each other for as long as I can remember.

Our parents were best friends growing up, so naturally we were too. I finished packing up all my things, waiting for the car folio sent to pick me up. He said that Noah wanted to show me the song we were collaborating on. I just recently got back from my own U.S tour. I’m also a singer/songwriter and have my own band. “Corrupt”

We finally got noticed, about a year and half ago. According to folio, Noah has been a fan since the beginning. As soon as they finished the song, I was the first-person Noah asked about featuring on it. Not gonna lie, that boosts my ego a lot. My phone buzzing pulled me out of my thoughts, Nick letting me know the car is here.

I texted back, letting him know I’d be there soon. I’m so excited about all of this. It’s a dream come true. Nick and I had a long conversation this morning. I’m gonna meet them at the studio, and they are gonna show me the song. Then I’ll record it, and then In a few days, they want to shoot a video for it.

After that, corrupt will be joining bad omens on tour, where we will perform the song together. After about a 15 minute ride, the car came to a stop outside of a brick building. I pulled my phone out clicking on Nick and I’s messages.

“Hey I’m here, can you meet me at the door?”

You’d think with me being the lead vocalist in a band, I wouldn't have such bad anxiety…but it’s quite the opposite. After Nick agreed to meet me, I put my phone in my pocket, walking towards the door. “Hey Dollface, glad you could make it!” Nick smiles pulling me into a bear hug.

“Me too! I’m so excited! Are the guys here. already?” I smiled looking around the hallway. “Yea, come on I’ll introduce you to everyone.” He pointed me towards the door, opening it. “Hey guys, Lungs is here!” Folio smiles, opening the door wide enough to let me enter behind him. “Lungs?” I ask, slightly cringing at the name. “Yea it’s what we call you, because of your vocals” Folio smiled.

“So this is jolly, he’s our guitarist” folio points to a slightly older male with long hair and facial hair. “Hi” I offered a small smile and a wave. “This is our other nick, or as we call him Ruffilo, he’s our bassist.” He points to another long-haired guy, but in a bun, slightly younger looking, with a couple of neck tattoos, sitting beside jolly plucking his strings.

I offered another smile and wave to him. “Last but not least, our lead vocalist, Noah.” I scan the room, my eyes falling on him sitting on the opposite couch. His light brown hair was short, and messy but still looked so good. He wore a pair of black joggers, with a matching hoodie.

Before I could greet him, he was on his feet walking towards me. He stuck his hand out, with a small smile. “Hey, its really nice to meet you y/n. Can’t wait to hear you bring this song to life.” I could feel my cheeks flush, as I took his hand in mine. “Thank you so much noah, that means so much coming from you. I can’t wait to hear it.” He nodded his, opening his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of folios drums.

“Let's go!” we laughed, as we took a seat. Noah playing the song and showing me the lyrics. After I memorized the first few verses, Noah showed me what tone, and pitch the song is in. Every Time he sang a verse, showing me how he wanted it to sound, butterflies erupted in my stomach. I mentally scolded myself every time.

Damn it y/n be professional! “Think you could do that for me?” Noah looked away from the computer screen, to me. My face flushing bright pink. “I'm so sorry, what?” I let out an embarrassed laugh, training my eyes on anything but him. “I asked if we could get you in the recording booth now? I mean if you're ready?” I smiled, standing from my seat.

“Of course, lead the way.” I gestured my hand out in front of me. I followed him into the small space. He adjusted the microphone, lowering it to my height. I thanked him, feeling my cheeks heating up again. Damn it y/n get it together! Noah grabbed the headphones, placing them on my head adjusting them to fit.

He kept his hands on the muffs of the ear phones, tipping my head up towards him. “Does everything sound right?” he lowered his hands, and I turned towards the mic, speaking a few random words into it. I gave Noah a thumbs up, and he left the booth, going to the other side of the glass.

I looked over at Nick, my smile faltering when I saw the almost sad look on his face. When he noticed me looking, he quickly smiled giving me two thumbs up. I gave a small smile back, nodding towards Noah that I was ready. I'll have to talk to Nick later. As soon as Noah got the go ahead, he started the track and I sang the lyrics. “Violence against nature….”

After a few takes, we finally finished and I exited the booth. Noah walked over to me with the biggest smile. “Holy fuck y/n that was amazing, and your screams were perfect, everything was perfect.” I thanked him, so excited that he loved it. I felt my face flush from the compliments.

“C’mon y/n, we need to get you settled at your place for the night.” I looked over at Nick nodding in agreement, bidding goodbye to the rest of the guys. Nick grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. Before we walked out, I shared one more smile with noah. I had rented an air bnb, so I could be close to the site where we are filming the music video for V.A.N. The song was absolutely amazing. I am honored that Noah chose me for it.

Nick and I hung out for a while, after we unpacked all of my things. “I missed you a lot y/n.'' We sat on the couch, filling each other in on everything we have missed in each other's lives for the past 6 months. I smiled, patting his arm. “I missed you too. You’re my only best friend, gets lonely sometimes.” there he goes with that sad look again.

What is going on with him? “What's wrong nick?” he shook his head, standing up. “Nothing, I'm just tired. Long day.” He smiled down at me, bending over to place a kiss to the top of my head. “Get some sleep y/n, me and the guys will ride over tomorrow. We can hang out and talk about the video shoot coming up.” I nodded my head with a small smile, waving goodbye as he left.

I took a quick shower, hopping into bed. Today was great, but long. 10 minutes later I passed out. I woke up the next morning to loud voices in my living room. I jumped up out of bed, nearly falling on my face. I swung open the bedroom door, quickly making my way down the hall.

The guys were spread out across the living room, jolly placing some paper bags on the kitchen island. I just stood there, my brain still foggy with sleep and heart pounding out of my chest. They finally noticed my presence, all sending me smiles. “Morning sunshine! We brought you breakfast.” Nick smiled, walking over to me.

I huffed rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Nick, I want the extra key back.” I grumbled, walking further into the living room. They all chuckled at my grumpiness, as I slumped onto the couch. “Oh come on y/n, perk up!” Nick laughed, handing me my favorite breakfast order from McDonald’s. I instantly straightened up, a grateful smile graced my lips. “Okay you’re all forgiven.”

I dug into my food along with everyone else. Noah took a seat on one side of me, and Nick on the other. After we finished eating, everyone started talking about the shoot tomorrow. “So I have some ideas, I wanted to run by you. Since you are the star of the video.” Noah turned towards me, with an excited smile. I nodded my head, turning towards him as well. “Shoot!” We talked for a good 30 minutes, swapping ideas.

“So that’s why I mentioned being in a glass case. I think it would look really bad ass.” Noah nodded, with a huge smile. “Absolutely, I agree.” We exchanged a high five. “You know we are still here?” Ruffilo chimes in, with a laugh. Oh shit. Me and Noah got a little carried away. I turned towards Ruffilo “I know.” I smile turning back towards Noah with an oh shit look on my face causing him to burst into laughter.

“You guys got any ideas?” Noah asked the three men sitting around the living room. “Nope, Sounds like you and y/n thought of everything.” Folio snaps, throwing his trash on the table heading out of the door. “What’s his deal, he’s been like that since yesterday?” Jolly says, throwing his arms up. “I’ll go talk to him.” Noah stands, following Nick outside. Ruffilo, Jolly, and I sat inside while Nick and Noah talked outside for what seemed like forever. When they finally came in the tension was thick, but was never addressed.

“We should get going.” Noah announces to the guys. Nick and Jolly stood up from the couch and we all said our goodbyes. “We will pick you up in the morning y/n.” Folio says before walking out. Noah was the last one to walk out. “Is everything okay?” I asked pulling him back from the door. “Yea, don’t worry. See you tomorrow?” Noah smiles reassuring me. I nod and wave him off as he walks towards their vehicle. I watched him drive away, wracking my brain for what the hell could be going on with Nick. I let out a sigh, closing the door, headed straight to my room. We’ve got a big day tomorrow, I need the rest.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Copycat - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x GN Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

Word Count: 690 - nice and short!

A/N: I got my hair toned back to the copper colour I normally have today so thought I'd write a little imagine/drabble where the reader gets matching hair with Josh.

“Are you sure you want to come?” Josh asked, putting on his shoes. His hair had grown a lot more than we’d expected it to on tour so he was making an errand to a salon. 

“Yeah, why not?” I smiled, leaning against the doorframe of our hotel room. 

“Well I’m going to get it dyed too Y/N. Tyler asked me to do something for the new album so it’s gonna take a while.” He finally stood up and grabbed his phone and wallet. I put on a hoodie and quickly ran after him towards our car. “Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” Josh asked, pulling out of the parking lot. I shook my head as I plugged my phone into the aux and played ‘Drive’ by Ashton Irwin, one of our favorites. 

“I’ll get a cut too. What’s your plan for coloring it?” I’d already had a rough listen to some of the band’s new music so had an idea of what the aesthetic they were going for was. 

“Probably keep my natural color on the top and dye the underside red. I know it sounds weird but it’ll look cool, trust me.” We parked right in front of the salon and Josh quickly got out to open the door for me. Josh had already started talking to one of the workers when another came and escorted me into a chair on the other side of the salon than him. 

“So, what are we gonna do? Tell me the plan,” the hairdresser beamed. She had long bright pink hair and a huge smile on her face. 

“Well, my boyfriend over there, he’s getting his hair dyed a red color and I want to surprise him by doing the same. I like the current hair color I have but I just want highlights of the red if you know what I mean,” I tried my best to describe what I want without drawing attention to myself. The hairdresser knew exactly what I was describing and asked her colleague what color she was mixing so she could put the same on my hair. I sat in the chair chatting away while she washed, cut, dyed, washed again, and dried my hair. Luckily Josh was taking the exact same amount of time–I was even finished before him! We spun the chair around so I could get a glimpse of my hair before Josh could see it. 

“Oh I love it! Thank you!” I hugged the hairdresser before she handed me a branded beanie to hide the hair till we got back to the hotel. We quickly exchanged numbers so we could meet up next time I was in the city.

“He’s going to love it Y/N! Oh and I can’t wait to see you again, we should get coffee next time you’re around,” she beamed, before walking me to the front to meet Josh. His hair looked amazing, the exact shade of red I had. He looked happy which always made me happy. We paid for the services and walked out to the car. 

“So, are you going to show me your haircut or are you going to hide it under that beanie for the rest of eternity?” He laughed. 

“Are you sure you’re ready? It’s going to blow your mind Dun!” He nodded eagerly, “Close your eyes then. I’ll make sure it’s not frizzy.” Josh placed a hand over his eyes while I took off the beanie and ran my fingers through my hair till it looked good. “Okay you can look now.” He opened his eyes and they instantly went wide. 

“Holy shit,” Josh never swore, which instantly concerned me. Had I gone too far? Did he hate it? My brain darted and dashed in every direction trying to figure out what I could do to fix what I had done. “I’m so lucky. You’re beautiful… you’re gorgeous. Not to mention the fans are gonna go crazy about this, Tyler’s going to love it!” He cupped my face as he pressed his lips to mine. “You’re my number one fan Y/N.”

"“Always and forever.”

//

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

[imsoveryveryconfusedatlife]

Tag Game: Writeblr Interview

Thanks @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag here!

I hesitate to tag as many people as this is one of those things where there’s no point in doing it twice but tagging:

@xenon-writes-sometimes, @rumeysawrites, @rivenantiqnerd, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @kaylinalexanderbooks, and an open tag!

This is going to be a long post so I’m adding a break here

Short stories, novels, or poems?

I cannot stand most poetry. Maybe it’s because I’m still in school and have to analyse it but I can’t deal with how abstract it can be. I want to write more short stories but my one and only WIP is probably gonna be closer to a novel, if and when I finish it.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, especially high fantasy. Murder mysteries and detective stories in general are a close second. Most other genres are reserved for spin offs or fan fiction.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I make a plan that I then actively ignore my OCs force me to not use

What music do you listen to while writing?

Most of the time I listen to the one Reddit podcast I’ve listened to every episode of because I can zone out and I don’t miss anything important. This one is a bit of a bad habit because it distracts me, but EPIC the musical is my current hyperfixation and I listen to that constantly as well.

Favorite books/movies?

Because I have the reading comprehension of an 11 year old we have Murder Most Unladylike (I would die for this series), its spin off the Ministry of Unladylike Activity, The Hunger Games but only really the first book, How to train your dragon but only really the Netflix show and the first movie (the books are great but I haven’t read them in 7 or 8 years and because they’re so different from the movies I’m not sure if I’d like them anymore)

Any current WIPs?

Gold, Greed and Gods which is a vaguely Victorian fantasy about the main cast trying to find a cult before it engulfs the world in literal chaos. And also magical shenanigans and timeline fuckery

Create a character description of yourself:

Honestly I’d rather not. Sorry!

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

No it kinda weirds me out. The closest I’ll get is asking my one irl mutual about their experiences with stuff that I (as a someone who is cishet and perisex) do not understand

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I’m not the biggest fan of angst so no. If anyone was gonna die you aren’t allowed to get attached to them so I don’t get attached them hence why the only dead characters in my WIP die before or very soon after it begins. That isn’t to say my characters aren’t affected, but I can only imagine any potential readers will be neither here or there about those characters.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

I don’t really like hot drinks but I hate the smell of coffee so tea?

Slow or fast writer?

A secret third thing which is I wrote 5000 words in 3 hours yesterday so for atleast the next week I won’t be able to string a sentence together

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

A healer would be fun? I wanna be a doctor so I guess that’s close enough. I cannot imagine I’d survive very long without my glasses/ contacts in any case.

Most fav book cliche:

Not really a book cliche but horny bard memes will never not be funny. I also love juxtaposition between characters, if done tastefully, eg. Ray of sunshine is best friends/ dating the grumpiest character alive. I also just love ray of sunshine characters in general. Also, calm/ happy go lucky/ mentor figure characters who have really high body counts and it’s just kind of an open secret are really fun.

Least favorite cliche:

A lot of romance tropes are tied for last place: miscommunication, any reference or idea that firsts=better (virginity, first loves, one true love etc.), not like other girls

Also love triangles. The only good love triangles are the ones that end in polycules. No exceptions (/hj)

I probably just have a problem with like most romance stories

Favorite scene to write?

I love when characters reference unique worldbuilding things that I actually had to think about. Similarly, if I feel I’m doing them well, exposition dumps can be fun.

Reason for writing?

Because blirbos in my head yearn for freedom

On a more serious note, I’ve gotta do something healthy with all this escapism and maladaptive daydreaming.

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Questions:

Short stories, novels, or poems?

What genre do you prefer reading?

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

What music do you listen to while writing?

Favorite books/movies?

Any current WIPs?

Create a character description of yourself:

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Slow or fast writer?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche:

Least favorite cliche:

Favorite scene to write?

Reason for writing?

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Thanks again for the tag!

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! This is Izzy and Malice and we’ll be your hosts today. 

Here with us today is the one and only @whumpsday!

Let’s start with a fact or two about yourself!

My name is Mill and I’m 26! Aside from the whump hobbies of writing and roleplaying, I also play TTRPGs. (My favorites are everything in the Awaken Realms catalogue: Etherfields and Tainted Grail, and I’ll start ISS Vanguard after I finish the Etherfields expansions. Gonna start Vampire the Masquerade soon too.) I haven’t played any roleplay-based TTRPGs like D&D yet, but I’d love to someday. My favorite color is red and my favorite animal is the cat.

That’s sweet as! What does whump mean to you? 

Creative content involving characters’ pain would probably be the broadest definition that still includes everything. I consider it a subgenre of horror, with the added bonus of often showing the gritty recovery from the trauma.

And how did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

I originally found whump fiction on AO3 while browsing G/t content (Giant/tiny, content for characters with size differences, such as one being 4 inches tall. It’s the other niche art/writing community I’m in.) That led me to tumblr, and here I am! I’d always enjoyed whump-type content as far as I can remember. I lurked for a couple of years before finally making an account and joining because I was eager to share the stories of my daydream characters.

Do you think the way you view whump has changed since joining the community here? 

It hasn’t changed much! Always been an OC writer and still am. But I’ve only been here for a year and a half.

Now the important questions: what is your favourite whump trope?

My favorite whump trope is probably an immortal whumpee. With a human, you’re bound by the constraints of a human body. People die if you torture them too much. But if your whumpee is immortal, that goes away and the possibilities are limitless. Bonus if they’re a generally-despised species like a vampire or demon.

Immortal whumpee are so good! Endless possibilities equals endless whump! Would you like to share some of your writing with us?

My main series, Kane & Jim, is undoubtedly my favorite. I never thought I could be a writer, and I’m proud of myself for writing 50 chapters of that and counting. Within that, my favorite piece is either Hunger (#15) or Papercut (#17). Link: https://whumpsday.tumblr.com/post/709301997070909440/kane-jim-masterlist-writing-order-click 

Love the authors notes on Papercut #17! What's your writing style like?

I generally write in the late night (anytime from 11pm to 4am) in big blocks. I do not eat or listen to music, and have a water bottle nearby. I used to write very regularly but have since fallen off, and have just recently gotten back on track.

Is there an easy thing for you to write, something the words usually flow for? Is there something you struggle with writing? 

I always find it easier to write single-scene chapters with no cuts. I find it more difficult to write things spanning long lengths of time with time skips abound.

And are you working on anything at the moment? 

I am currently working on my pieces for the Whumpmas in July event (@whumpmasinjuly), which will be half Kane & Jim works and half one-shot short stories.

I’m so excited for Whumpmas in July, it’s such a cool event! Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today?

I’m not too good at jokes, so instead have my favorite cat video of all time for a smile: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rELs4jl64k 

Aww kittens! That’s definitely a smile from me! Is there any writing advice you’d like to share?

You don’t have to write everything in order. If something in a piece is giving you trouble, slap a “COME BACK HERE” label on it and move on to something the inspiration is flowing for.

Finally is there anyone you’d like to mention?

Sorry this is a lot… I have too much love in my heart <3

@anomalys-taxonomy, @blackberry-bloody, @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night, @emmettnet, @lost-in-labradorite-halls, @lumpofwhump, @not-a-space-alien, @obsessedwithegos, @oddsconvert, @pardonmekreature, @quietly-by-myself, @t0rture-me, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @whump-queen, @whumperstorm, @whumpshaped, @whumpwillow, @wolfeyedwitch, @whumpy-writings, @whumpzone

Any last words?

i forced myself to use proper capitalization for this interview but i’m a lowercase guy at heart

Thank you so much for joining us today! It was great to have you on the show!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[dojapat]

Kirara Rising Epilogue

A year had passed since I left Jujutsu High. I returned because Gojo and our lower class man needed help vanquishing the most powerful curse of all time. I wasn’t scared though. I lived everyday with no regrets ever since I left with Kin. I loved waking up next to Kin. I loved doing my hair and makeup in the mirror every morning. I love picking out what clothes to wear(my go to is flared jeans, a lacy top and wedges.) I even loved when Shoko sneaked out to give me my shots for hormone replacement therapy.

Because of that my once scrawny frame had filled out to become a curvier, more feminine figure. While I’m sure my womanly body is still blooming, I still love every inch of myself, inside and out.

“Kirara.” A familiar voice rang through the old halls for the last time. It was Mr. Satoru Gojo. He waved at me with his long arms except now his proportions weren’t hidden under his pure black uniform. He was muscular like a professional MMA fighter and his muscles bulged from under a short sleeved compression shirt. His lower half was much more modest though, seeing as he wore baggy pants like that of a monk with matching martial arts slippers to boot.

“Glad you could make it,” Gojo said, fighting back his exhaustion from preparing for the fight to come.

“The honors all mine,” I playfully teased, “Surprised you’d want to be seen with a couple of drop outs.”

“Please I would’ve been a drop out too if it weren’t for you kids,” Gojo said exasperated, pulling a chocolate bar out of his pocket, “Where’s Kinji?”

“He’s off playing with Yuta. I told him I wanted a moment alone with you.”

“What an honor,” Gojo said sarcastically, pulling out another chocolate bar after eating the first one in two bites.

“You’re going to die an early death,” I said, watching him scarf down the second chocolate.

“Who are you, my mother?”

“Don’t come for me. I don’t see any other women keeping you in line.”

“Hardy har har…”

“But I’m glad you wanted to talk alone…,” Gojo said ending our light hearted banter. I looked at him intently while he looked at the ground in shame.

“What’s going on, Mr. Gojo?”

“I’m not sure if I’m making it out of this fight alive, Kirara. I need to ensure there’s a future where you kids can have a shot of happiness without having to fight for it,” Gojo’s hypnotic blue eyes stared into mine. In the sea of blue where Gojo displayed true remorse to me for the first time.

“I want to kill the higher ups. Your father included.”

I cutely tilted my neck and flashed Mr. Gojo a smile.

“Need a hand?”

“You don’t care?”

I wistfully stared off into the distance, “That man isn’t my family anymore. My family are the people who love me for me. I love the person I am now and I love the people who helped me realize that and help me keep being me. You, Kin, Maki, Shoko… if I didn’t have you guys, you’d probably have to kill me too.”

“That’s the future I want Kirara. I’m sick of the current Jujutsu World. A future where you kids can lean on each other. Don’t worry though. I was gonna save you from those idiots no matter what.”

“No more selfish sorcerers, huh?,” I said, bringing back the teasing tone to the conversation.

“Yeah, but only after I’m gone.”

“I don’t know if I ever got to thank you, Mr. Gojo.”

“Why do you call me that? I’d be fine with just Satoru, honestly.”

“Nah! You’re such a crappy teacher no one else is gonna call you that.”

“Thanks, Kirara.” He walked off smiling with his hands in his pockets.

“See ya later, Mr. Gojo!,” I said enthusiastically waving.

That was the last time Mr. Gojo and I talked. He died in that fight with the king of curses, but his students were able to finish the job for him.

I’ll never forget Satoru Gojo. The man who set me up with Kin and the man who helped me realize the courage to stand amongst the stars.

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 28 - The Locket

Notes:

WHOOO HI MATEYS!!! Sorry i didn’t update for like a week or almost two lol, just wanted to give myself a break. Also sorry abt how short this one is lol. Only 12 chapters left of this fic! (that makes me kinda sad to be honest…)but I’ve got some other stuff planned :) hell, even after this fic is finished I might still write the occasional TWTLTS related one shot.   I also have an au called “Invader Kwazii” which is a Octonauts x Invader Zim AU because those are my current fixations atm.   Once this fic is finished (or maybe even sometime soon) I might make one shots for my “Shellinoir” au. (Which is a AU I based off the SpongeBob episode “Squid Noir”) . I’ve got some in mind

Chapter Text

Peso sleepily opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. Shellington was already awake, “Good mornin’ Peso” he smiled “Good morning, Shellington!” Peso smiled back. 

“Wanna go get some coffee?” Shellington asked, Peso nodded in agreement. 

The two went downstairs, only to see Kwazii and Paani kissing against the refrigerator.

The two pulled away from each other.

“I love you so much, me stupid pancake” Kwazii purred “I love you too, stinky.” Paani said affectionately, Kwazii pretended to be offended. The two then noticed Shellington and Peso standing there.

“Oh uh- hi mateys.” Kwazii said awkwardly Paani looked away from Kwazii and glanced at Peso and Shellington. “Anyway. I gotta go. Me and Selva have to do some important stuff at the beach today. See ya bitches!!!” Paani said, then turning to Kwazii and saying goodbye to him. 

“I LOVE YOU BITCH!!!” Paani shouted as he walked out of the kitchen “I LOVE YOU TOO BITCH!!!” Kwazii shouted back.

 Paani went downstairs to the Launch Bay.

“Kwazii! Paani! There’s a child here!” Shellington scolded, pointing to Sharchini “why does Kwazii always cuss around the Vegimals” Peso frowned “Im sorry… I’ll try not to…” Kwazii apologized with a frown. 

Downstairs, Paani witnessed Dashi and Tweak  playing video games (Dashi was failing horribly.) and the Vegimals playing Judge Judy (or in this case, Judge Tunip.) 

•••

At the beach 

It was a hot, blazing day at the beach. 

Paani was sweating in the sweltering heat. It was only 89 degrees outside but it felt like 100. 

He and Selva were doing some stuff there, Selva was planting some sea grass while Paani was going to get some water samples (and try his best to well… not turn into a merperson while he was at it.) 

Paani watched Selva dig through the sand.

How is she not sweating her ass off? Paani questioned to himself.

Paani ripped off their  jacket and through it on the sand “Hey. Selv. I’m gonna go change.” He said, Selva just nodded and Paani went to beach’s restrooms.

Thank goodness I wore extra deodorant today. 

Selva thought as she was digging through the sand, planting sea grass.

However she stopped. Something saw something had caught her eye. 

Half a locket buried in the sand!

It looked old. It was golden and tarnished. 

“Hey Paani, look what I found!” Selva said, holding the locket in her hand. Paani let out a gasp, they then stumbled towards her. “I’ll be my own uncle! It looks just like the other half we have!” Paani replied.

“Do you mind if I take it with me?” Paani asked “Yeah sure you can!” Selva replied, handing Paani the old, sandy locket.

“Thanks Selva!!” Paani said. 

•••

Paani walked into Shellington’s lab wearing a vintage suit. 

“Hey bitches!!! Selva found the other half of the locket in the Amazon!” Paani boasted, placing the locket on the table.

“It’s the other half!” Shellington beamed, then placing the locket half’s together. 

“Don’t you think we should clean it? It’s a wee bit sandy.” Shellington remarked “Yeah, true.” Paani replied “how do we clean it properly though?” Paani questioned “there’s probably some restoration videos on YouTube. And Dashi knows a thing or two about jewelry. Maybe she can help us out?” Shellington suggested, the others nodded in agreement.

The four walked down the hall to Dashi’s room. “Hey Dashi, how do you wash jewelry?” Shellington asked “You get a small bowl and add some warm water and Dawn Dish soap and leave it soak for a few minutes, then you dry it with a microfiber cloth.” Dashi educated.

“Thanks Dashi!” Shellington smiled, then sprinting to the kitchen, the others following him. 

The Vegimals weren’t in the kitchen, they were sleeping upstairs, getting some well deserved rest.

“Hey, Kwaz. Pass me the dish soap” Shellington said “Here ya go matey!” Kwazii meowed, throwing the dish soap at Shellington.

“Hey! ¡¿Qué coño Kwazii?! You could’ve hurt him!” Peso scolded “Sorry…” Kwazii frowned Shellington then went to the sink and put some warm water and dish soap into the bowl, then placing the locket in the mixture.

“Now we just have to put it the microwave for a few minutes, right?” Kwazii said jokingly “No Kwazii.” Shellington replied with a giggle. 

Paani pulled out his guitar and started playing the jeopardy theme as they waited.

After a few minutes, the locket was clean.

Shellington wiped it off with a microfiber cloth like Dashi had said. 

“Now what do we do?” Shellington questioned, turning to the others. 

“Hm… maybe we should put it with the other stuff?” Kwazii suggested “Yeah that sounds good.” Shellington replied.

Shellington walked back to his lab, he placed the locket in on a table where all of the Edda related stuff was.

“Wow. We sure have discovered a lot.” Peso remarked, Shellington nodded in response.

Peso and Shellington continued to have a conversation. Paani wasn’t paying attention. The only thing that had her attention was the calendar.

Ah shit! Tomorrow’s Valentines Day!

[swagcoolcat]

10, 11, 28, 29 for the ao3 asks!

(Original list here)

Thank you for the ask!! As some of you may know, I’ve had quite the unproductive year for writing this year, so to give myself a bit more to work with, I’m gonna include the back half of 2023 as well, otherwise I’ll have 5 fics to work with, 4 of them being very short haha!

Also, worth noting, for whatever reason tumblr is not letting me link to ao3? Everything I discuss should be on my ao3 masterlist (aside from like- one fic because it’s in its own separate fandom and I haven’t made a post for it yet) and the links on there are working just fine, so if you’re interested, consider going there to check out any fics I mention! (Or any others I didn’t mention, there’s a lot there hehe!)

With all that out of the way, time for the ask!

10: What work was the quickest to write?

Probably one of the four short fics I did for Pins and Patches week back in April of this year! I’d say the first one (New Feelings) was when I had the most steam, so that was probably the quickest. However, they all took me around a day or less to write, so it’s hard to say for sure.

I like to think of Michael and Jake as the fell first/fell harder type, although I’m more of a Jake fell first guy now, it’s just significantly easier for me to write from Michael’s POV lmao.

11: What work took you the longest to write?

The one that took the longest this year was my most recent fic, which is called Dirty Little Secret. This one is the only one I don’t have a link to on my blog, but if you look in the Good Game (TV 2017) Fandom tag it’s currently at the top, so you can’t miss it. If we’re including all previous drafts for this idea it took me at least six months to write, which is actually longer than I thought. I was originally going to include a fic from 2023 as well, but this would still be the longest, so I’ll just leave it at that.

28: Favorite work you wrote this year?

For this one, I’m going to do a fic from 2023 actually, because this fic is still one of my favorites in general to date. This fic being Someone Said You Had Your Tattoo Removed, which I wrote two days before 2024!

From start to finish, every step of this fic was a joy. I loved coming up with the idea, I loved kind of teasing it, I loved exploring the SQUIP and how it treated Jeremy, as well as Michael and Jeremy’s relationship. I loved poking at their friendship and how although they’re okay now it still hurts to look back on the past. And I love rereading it. I think I found their voices really well in this one and I like how I captured their dynamic, and although it’s not silly like some of my other BMC fics, it holds a special place in my heart.

29: Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Using the same fic as the last question for this one. Despite the bummer themes in the last fic, this part is written to be a bit comedic before it gets into the nitty gritty, and I think out of the entire fic, this captures their friendship the best. I had fun writing it out, so here it is for you!

“Hey, man! Glad you could make it.” Michael had a smile on his face, but it fell once he got a good look at Jeremy’s, “Whoa… are you good? You’re like- super tense.”

Shit.

“I’m not tense!” Jeremy’s voice raised an octave and a half, and he quickly overcorrected, clearing his throat and starting again, “I’m- I mean, I’m good. I’m good. Can we go inside?”

Judging by the look on Michael’s face, his performance wasn’t very convincing. He wasn’t off to a very good start, considering he’d hoped to bring this up after they’d gotten settled. Now Michael was looking at him like he was a scared animal, and he was trying to keep him from running off.

However, he got a hesitant nod anyway, and the door opened further so he could walk inside.

As he kicked off his shoes, Michael spoke up, voice a bit quieter and hesitant now, “Jeremy, you’re kinda scaring me. What’s wrong?”

Fuck, this was a bad place for this conversation. He could see Michael’s mom out of the corner of his eye on the phone with someone, and he wanted some distance in case this conversation went really badly.

“Can we talk downstairs?” Jeremy asked, which definitely didn’t help in the scaring Michael category. He got a nod though, and they silently walked down the stairs to the basement while Jeremy thought about exactly how he was going to word this.

He probably looked like he was about to throw up.

As soon as they got situated downstairs, Michael was looking at him very seriously, “Okay, seriously. What’s going on?”

[poppy5991]

Oh hello! How fun! 😊

-How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 31 total works!

-What’s your total word count?

291,717 published words. I didn’t realize I was so close to the 300k mark 🧐 my current WIP is already at 13k and growing so it will definitely bump me over.

-What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Territoriality

2. Accidentally in Love

3. Under Your Spell

4. Tweet At Me

5. Young At Heart

-Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I love you all and try to respond to every comment with a response or at least a smiley face. If I don’t, it’s 1000% because I thought I responded in my mind and apparently did not follow through in real life.

Never feel shy to comment or reach out to me about writing cause I love it 🥰

-What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

You know it’s funny because my original writing can get quite dark, but in fanfic I can’t bring myself to write a bad ending for the characters I cherish. Sleight of Hand and Auster both have some significant angst, but resolve happily. So I suppose the answer is none lol

-What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Since All Greek to Me ends in a marriage proposal- I’ll go Shakespearean and say that one.

-Do you write crossovers?

No, I don’t. But I do write AUs inspired by other works of media and will note that in the description or author’s notes. Pomegranate Juice is heavily inspired by the Mabel podcast as well as Jonathon Strange & Mr. Norell. And Anatomy of the Heart is a Gray’s Anatomy style AU.

-Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, everyone is quite lovely. 🥹 But sometimes I do get strange bookmarks tags and I’m like “What does this mean?! What do you mean?!”

-Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yesssss. 🐍 28/31 of my fics are rated M or E. All kinds, I suppose? Mostly M/M, but also M/F, M/M/F. I’ve been wanting to write F/F smut and there’s one in the works. Although fair warning, some of these are gender swap fics. For the most part, my smut is pretty wholesome as far as fanfic goes even when kink is involved. It’s always healthy and very explicitly consensual. I’m afraid that you’re not gonna get a toxic pairing from me 😂 I often get comments and messages from people saying that my fics are their go-to comfort fic, even the spicier ones, which is sweet haha

-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of! Hopefully not!

-Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I do get quite a few readers who comment or bookmark in other languages which is fun. Spanish, Portuguese, and Chinese readers, hello I ❤️ you and translate your comments.

-Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and honestly, I think I would probably be an annoying co-author because my writing process is very ‘tortured European artist who can only write under conditions of inspiration and completely out of chronological order’

I hop between WIPs and between different sections within a WIP. There’s no schedule. And no long-form planning. We’re just winging it, babyyyyy

-What’s your all time favorite ship?

As you might have guessed based on my fics: endhawks.

Although I still ship Merthur after all these years so by length of time that one is a contender.

I’m a sucker for ships where one person is a little dark/sharp-edged and the other person still loves them unconditionally. What does this say about me???? Nothing you need to worry about…

-What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

For fanfic, once an idea grips me, it will eventually get completed (or absorbed into another WIP). But my original fiction drafts are not so lucky 👀😬 RIP

-What are your writing strengths?

I write really fast and generally require very little editing. Also, I think I’m funny (Can I say that? Is that allowed?)

-What are your writing weaknesses?

I definitely struggle more when it comes to describing physical action. That’s why my fight scenes are so short when they do show up lol

Additionally, I feel like I struggle with my pacing being too fast on occasion. My brain is very rapid fire so I have to take care not to shift between scenes or time jumps without adequate transitions.

I want to stretch my writing chops by forcing myself to step out of my comfort zone with other tenses, styles, forms, etc.

-What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I believe that I did this in Pomegranate Juice? There is some dialogue that shows up in Latin - it’s spoken by a fairy character and meant to make them seem more inhuman. Pretty sure that the chapter is in Arthur’s POV so he doesn’t understand that half of the conversation, but can understand Merlin arguing back in English. It’s not necessarily meant for the reader to understand - so the reader also feels some of his confusion/feeling of being out of place/in danger.

I actually like when books shift into other languages in dialogue - it’s pretty common in the literary fiction genre and in classics which I enjoy. I’ve done it with French in some of my original writing - I used it as subtle foreshadowing because the lyrics a character sings in French signal what will happen later in her story.

-What was the first fandom you wrote for?

MHA! I’ve actually only been publishing fanfic for about 2.5 years now.

-What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to?

Currently going all in on a Steddie fic, 13k and growing

(Stranger Things)

-What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oooohhh that’s hard. I want to say that Sleight of Hand or Auster is objectively my best written fic. Although Anatomy of the Heart and Hedge Your Bets are personal favorites.

I always feel awkward tagging folks, but you are all invited to steal this and add your own!

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you so much @starlightbelle for tagging me!! If there are any One Piece fans following this blog, I highly recommend Belle's fics!

-- How many works do you have on AO3?

Officially I have 18, but it's 19 if you include the Star Wars au (my beloved). I haven't taken it out of the anonymous collection yet because I promised myself I would only do so when I posted the second chapter, but I still count it in my head!

-- What's your total AO3 word count?

95,613 :') I know that's nothing compared to some writers, but I am unreasonably pleased with it. I'm wondering if I should do something fun when I break 100k, which should hopefully be soon with chapter 2 of 'now i'm glad i get forever' 🤞

-- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

there's no good tricks but old ones

i'll take what i can get, i'll take what i am given

you've got no fear of the underdog

write me a list of how it is

every battle, every day

-- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! I'm a smidge behind on literally everything this month, but I eventually respond to them all <3 I really do appreciate every single comment, they literally make my entire week and sometimes it takes me so long to reply because I am editing my response four hundred times to take out all of the !!!s.

(I also love getting to talk to others in the fandom, even if it's just for a single exchange--MHA is actually the Most Involved I've ever been in a fandom, and I've met so many really cool people by commenting and replying to comments on fics!! Thank you ao3 comments section, I love you ao3 comments section.)

-- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm this is tough bc I don't write a lot of angsty endings, and most of my fics are canon compliant anyway so the angst is relative? With this in mind, it's probably 'there's no good tricks but old ones'--it's one of my only fics where there isn't some kind of emotional breakthrough or connection reached (or even the start of one) and it's pre-Paranormal Liberation War arc so we all know Hawks is headed for A Really Bad Time 😬

-- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

All of them,, but I did write about Shinsou finding out he'd been accepted into the hero course in 'every battle, every day' which might take the cake (Brian from TAZ voice I'm so proud of them etc)

-- Do you write crossovers?

Do crossovers have to include characters from another media? Bc I've written aus set in other universes, but none of the characters from them appear 🤔

-- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! I did once receive a comment that was just like. A Statement with no tonal indicators, In All Caps, but I'm 99% sure it was meant to be taken positively. okay 98% sure.

-- Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! (I also don't read E-rated fics even though I get so many interesting looking recommendations with that rating 😭 If you've ever recommended me an E-rated fic and I just never brought it up again I'M SORRY)

-- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of?

-- Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no!

-- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think it would be fun :D

-- What's your all-time favorite ship?

It feels like cheating to say erasermic on the MHA blog, but like. I'm going to say erasermic on the MHA blog. I don't think I'd ever written anything for a ship in my life before them. To be loved is to be changed but to have a ship is also to be changed.

-- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Never say never but rip time travel fic lol.

-- What are your writing strengths?

IF I SAY SOMETHING YOU DISAGREE WITH LOOK AWAY. But. I think I write good dialogue, especially banter, and that I am occasionally funny. I also think I'm pretty good at describing places, but only if I have a clear mental image of them, so I feel like you can always tell when I'm not sure what a room looks like (which is most of the time).

-- What are your writing weaknesses?

Second-guessing and self-doubting myself into genuine writing paralysis. Also internal monologue/narration, like a character thinking about and articulating their feelings :')

-- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a little confused about this question?? But I also only speak one language fluently so I can't do this anyway 😭

-- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

When my sister and I were kids we used to pick our favorite characters from a bunch of different movies/books/shows and tell stories about them all going on some kind of gigantic crossover adventure, so it was probably something along the lines of 'Scooby-Doo, Batman, and Jedidiah from Night at the Museum vs Firelord Ozai'

-- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I have a few Demon Slayer WIPs I'd love to figure out one day!

-- What's your favorite fic you've written?

This question is so hard bc like. Does it mean my favorite fic while I was working on it, or my favorite result? The fic that was easiest to write, or most difficult but most worth it?? The fic I've reread the most, or the fic I'm afraid to reread in case it doesn't live up to the memory I have of it??? Can I do a top 3????

This was so much fun!! (even though it did give me several small crises staring at my stats page--run 'i'll take what i can get, i'll take what i am given,' 'there's no good tricks but old ones' is right behind you!!) No-pressure tagging @machiroads @blinkeasy @kyurilin @karliahs @poppy5991 @ifyougoillfollow and anyone else who sees this & wants to participate!! I was scrolling through my following tab but omg it's a long list so I def missed some writers 😭