#listen i am a big fan of soft!Missy

[doctahpants]

Been thinking about Thirteen and Missy, thought I'd share my thoughts here too.

So, consider a Missy who, after the events of The Doctor Falls, actually makes it back to the Doctor. They travel together for a while. And maybe to begin with she's actually really trying hard to do things the Doctor's way - overcompensating even for what Simm!Master did, and she really does appear to have changed. The Doctor can't help herself, of course, she has hope and starts to really believe it. Maybe even Missy does too. But she can't keep it up, of course she can't, and she backslides massively and the Doctor is hearts-broken.

Idk man, I just have so many thoughts. Maybe one day I'll do something with it! And go further with exploring that wonderful line of "Your version of good is not absolute. It's vain, arrogant and sentimental" which I wish they'd done more with tbh

[universalistotalis]

The Fifth Date

Bokuto Koutarou (Timeskip!!!) x Female Reader

credits to the owner of the picture :)

3k words

kinda long but it's worth it i guess

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You can’t believe this. You just can’t!

-

“Hey, are you alright?” Bokuto Koutarou looked at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. You looked up and wondered if he really was worried or just being polite but either way, you stared right at his pupils.

“I am.” You agreed, letting go of his gaze and wanting to end the conversation.

This was your fifth date with him but there were no sparks since the first. You just didn’t feel his vibes and he could be so noisy at times which you hated. There was selfishness underneath his skin and it reeked in your nostrils. You hated egotistic people and you weren’t going to tolerate this much longer.

What your friends saw in Bokuto, you had no idea! They were all swooning over him when they set you up on a date together. They kept saying that he was perfect so you, being the hopeless romantic that you are, expected a prince who would be a gentleman, who would listen to you talk for hours on end, who would be so loving and caring… But instead, you were presented with boastfulness and chaos all wrapped up into one big muscle of a man! He did look like a prince but that was it!

“You know you can tell me right? I’ll listen.” You didn’t mistake the softness in his voice as he continued to stare at you lovingly.

You didn’t know if it was the beautiful place that he brought you to or if it was his kindness that made your brain turn into mush. But for the first time in five dates, your heart was hammering, its beats already like drums in your ears.

“I-I’m fine.” You stuttered and kept your eyes on the horizon.

You heard him sigh beside you on the railing you were both leaning on. The place you both drove to was divine as it overlooked the city. The twinkling lights below were mimicking the stars above and there were lanterns that hung overhead as well, casting the whole place in a lazy glow. You took a deep breath of the fresh air as you calmed yourself from the most stressful day of your life and from your whirlwind of a date.

A little rustling was heard and before you knew it, you were enveloped in warmth and his scent. Bokuto wrapped his jacket around you, letting you face him, so that he could pull the zipper up to your chest.

“There, so you won’t have to worry.” He smiled sweetly.

So he did notice the large coffee stain on your shirt and not once did he show that he was irked by it. You tried your best to cover it but of course you can't. Everyone at work gave you the side glance or the 'what-the-fuck-happened-to-you' look but he didn’t!

-

This can’t be happening. Were you reminiscing all those moments with Koutarou? AND NOW YOU’RE CALLING HIM KOUTAROU?!

You rolled around on your bed, a pillow tucked underneath your arms. A muffled scream was released as you felt an intense tingling sensation all over your body. You were supposed to end that fifth date! You were supposed to tell him that you both should see other people!

But the way he acted that night… it was as if he’s… perfect.

-

“Don’t hide from me.” He whispered in your ear as you cried in his arms. As his scent and warmth put your senses to overdrive with the jacket, you couldn’t help but sob. It was like the world was against you today. Even the document from work that you were so ready to pass, crashed on you. Even the coffee that you made this morning with care, splashed your white collared shirt. Even your ID lace that seemed so insignificant, decided to get caught on the doorknob and almost snapped your neck in two! And to spice things up, your evil boss humiliated you in the inter-department presentation even when the CEO of the company congratulated you on a job well done!

It was the little depressing and annoying moments that accumulated in your chest.

“Today has been s-so hard.” You cried in his shirt. “I keep on trying my best but it’s like I’m not doing enough. I'm not enough.”

The gentle rocking of your body stopped as he heard the words fall out of your mouth.

“Hey, don’t say that.” He cooed and trying to hold you at arm’s length. “You’re more than enough.”

You shook your head and tried to avoid his eyes again as he searched for yours. Fingers gripped on your chin to steady you and you melt for the nth time tonight.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. Alright? This day may have been difficult for you and maybe there are more days that would be the same but you shouldn’t doubt your efforts. The fact that you made it through, that’s already something to be grateful about.” He said while wiping your tears away. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t cry about them once in a while. Let yourself feel but then get back up again, yeah?”

You nodded but you felt another round of sobs escape your mouth. He pouted as he saw your wounded state and again, you were held close to his broad chest, away from the hurt, the pain, the stress…

-

This was dangerous. Are you actually falling for him? You’re actually falling for the loud guy that you swore you hated?!

‘Hey, hey, hey!’

His voice reverberated inside your skull and with that sound came the print of his smile on your brain. He had the nicest set of teeth and the nicest golden eyes you’ve ever seen. His skin was flawless too and under any light, you swore he was shining.

You couldn’t help but grin at the—

Yes…

This is bad. Really bad.

-

“You wanna dance?” He offered his hand out to you, smiling shyly. You were surprised at his somehow timid expression as you were so used to him being his confident self.

“I don’t know how.” You said breathlessly as you stared at his gorgeous face.

He let out a chuckle and reached out for your hand under the table. “Let’s figure it out, c’mon.”

The platform was small and there were four couples slowly dancing to the romantic song that was being played by a live band.

He led your hands to encircle his neck while his rested on your waist. All the motions, even the slightest graze of his skin on yours, were making your mind hazy. Everything seemed to blur and the only thing that made sense were the two of you in each other’s embrace.

“You’re so tall.” You whispered mindlessly which made him chuckle. He noticed that you could barely wrap your arms around his neck and that your arms were getting floppy due to fatigue. He then guided you to hug him around his waist instead so he could pull you closer.

“I’ve never danced like this before.” He confessed, swaying stiffly at the music.

“I can tell.” You giggle and look up at him in time to see him pout.

He poked your side, deliberately tickling you for a while. “That’s mean.”

“But it’s my first time too. And I kinda like it.” You said shyly, feeling your cheeks warm even with the cold night air.

“You think you could get used to it?” He asked, hope laced in his question.

“Of course.” You smiled up at him.

He smiled back and his eyes twinkled as he stared. He scooped your right hand and brought it to his lips for a quiet kiss then slowly intertwined your fingers with his, all while maintaining eye contact.

-

“AHHHHHHHHH!” You screamed into your pillow again as your head played that scene.

Sleep was so far away now that your adrenaline was so high because of him! You swore you could still feel his lips on your skin. It was as if he imprinted it there and nothing on earth can take that away now.

“Bokuto, stop haunting me! Let me sleep!”

-

“Now, listen here, missy.” The owner of the restaurant pointed to you sternly as she stood behind the counter. “Tell this boyfriend of yours to stop going here and actually get some much deserved rest! Athletes shouldn’t be tiring themselves!”

You chuckled at her actions and stole a glance at Bokuto who’s pouting excessively at the older woman with his hair seemingly deflating at her ministrations.

“But I like your food!” He whined.

The woman clicked her tongue, as if annoyed. “You can have better food from where you live. Now, stop pestering me!”

“I will come back here more often if you say that!” He smirked and leaned on the counter.

“As if! I know you’ll come back no matter what happens.” She rolls her eyes then turned to you. “We can’t get rid of him even if we wanted to!”

They kept bickering back and forth as you waited for the fruit shakes and other snacks that Bokuto ordered for takeout. It was a long drive back home and he said didn’t want you to get thirsty or hungry. You just listened to their banters and even though they were dissing each other out, you can’t miss the loving and motherly look the owner had for Bokuto.

“You’re a regular here?” You asked him as you settled on the carseat.

“I’m a fan of the view. And as you saw, I’m quite close with the owners and the workers. This is my safe space.” He replied and started the engine.

“When was the last time you went here?” You inquired, suddenly curious of his whereabouts.

“Yesterday.” He shrugged. “And the day before that. And maybe the whole of last week.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. “This is like two or three hours away! How?!”

“I needed some place to relax. And think.” He smiled sadly as maneuvered the car to begin the journey back home.

“Are you alright?” You blinked at your question. His voice seemed low and so sad in contrast to his usual loud and noisy screeches that you were so damn used to. This Bokuto in front of you was so hard to read!

He turned to you for a split second before averting his eyes on the road. “I am. I guess.”

“Don’t hide from me.” You bit your lip hard as you repeated his words to you. You wanted to know him more, to understand his feelings, and to make him feel better.

“Hey, you can’t use my lines against me.” He laughed lightly as he looked at you. Your eyes were begging him to tell you how he is and who was he to resist? “I’m just nervous about the incoming games, that’s all.”

“You still get nervous?” You turned to him, a little surprised.

“Why are you so shocked? Of course, I do! Some less nerve- wrecking than the others but I do always get tension at every game.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair while thinking. “But the upcoming match is a qualifying game for the Olympics so everyone is anxious.”

“Who are you against with?” You asked.

“See, now that’s another one of my worries. The competitors have still not been announced so we have to wait for a month. A whole month! What am I supposed to do?!” He said exasperatedly. “And just last week, one of our teammates got injured so they gave us time off. You know, to rest and shit. But I am restless and—"

“So that’s why you come all the way here?” You concluded.

“Yeah.” He breathed. “The drive gets my mind off of the anxiety and their food just makes me feel like I’m home.”

‘So he is human after all.’ You said to yourself. It was the simplest realization but it did so many wonders for your feelings and understanding towards him.

The drive home was filled with stories of sadness and laughter. You both sipped at your drinks and munched at the chips he bought. And as you both neared your home, it dawned on you that this was the best date you’ve ever had in your life! Bokuto’s so laid back and chill, kind and generous. He listened so intently and patiently to all your life stories and he had a good memory too, remembering the things you’ve told him about yourself in the past dates.

-

You sighed while sitting up. There’s no question that you were falling in deep for this guy. During the drive, he became his noisy self, acting all the spikes he did at the games comically but instead of being annoyed, you had tears in your eyes because you had laughed so much at his acting. You loved listening to him talk and you realized he wasn’t selfish at all!

Go figure.

Maybe you just mistook his confidence for selfishness and egocentricity.

-

You can’t believe that you were itching to lengthen the time you had with him. The car was now parked in front of where you lived and it was time to say goodbye.

Your eyes met and there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes which surprised you.

“Look.” He turned to the passenger seat and leaned closer. “I know that I’m not the best date there is and you may have been agreeing to these just because of obligation from your friends but… I’d like you to know that I—“

Closing his eyes, he exhaled. “I really like you.”

As the words were uttered, your body visibly tenses under his gaze.

Panic rises in his gut as he realized what he did. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“N-no!” You tried to swallow. “You didn’t scare me.”

“Then why do you look like you’ve seen ghost?” He chuckled lightly not giving up his stares.

Your shoulders slumped as you sighed. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

He nodded, still looking. “I guess this will be our last, huh?”

“What?”

“I know you don’t like me and you hate my company. I just really like you so I tried to drag it out for so long.” He said sheepishly as he deflated back into his seat. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and I’m so sorry if I did.”

This was not how you imagined ending your date. You were supposed to be the one saying that this will be the last. You were supposed to be excited about not seeing him again. You were supposed to go now! But the universe really did pull a reverse card on you today.

“Bokuto…” You started, feeling the guilt consume you to the bones. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that I didn’t like you.”

He was fiddling with his fingers now.

“It's just that your first impressions lasted so bad that it blinded me to who you really were.” Be honest. Just be fuckin’ honest! “I did think I didn’t like you but after tonight, you proved me wrong.”

His face looked at you in a flash, eyes finding the meaning behind your words.

“I didn’t know you could be like this!” You gestured to him, a little frustrated because your heart was pounding so bad and it became so difficult to breathe.

“Like what?” A smirk was beginning to form at his lips.

“This!” You laughed. “You’re fun to be with. You’re calm and reliable when needed. And just… yeah.” You’re just perfect.

You stared at each other’s eyes for a while longer, trying to read and drown in each other.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to give it another try?” You asked, hoping to god he’ll say yes to your request.

His eyes widened for a moment and his gray hair perked up a little bit.

“I told you I like you.” He smiled. “Why would I say no to that?”

-

Your phone beeped beside you. And if you weren’t so red enough from the memory, you knew that you were flaming red now.

It was a text from Bokuto.

Can’t sleep :(

You sighed at what he said. His anxiety about the game catches onto him so much that he often gets insomnia. The poor baby. You were about to reply when another text popped out.

I may or may not be outside your home.

“What?!” You panicked while swiftly looking for a hoodie to put on. Why is he here and why were you feeling excited at the thought of seeing him?

You asleep, little owl?

You bolted towards the doors and true enough, he was there, leaning on his car and dazzling in all his six feet and three inches glory. He looked unreal in this light even in his simple hoodie and joggers.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His husky voice greeted you as you walked closer.

“No. Can’t sleep too.” You smiled. “What brings you here?”

He shrugged. He didn’t know what came over him when he closed your distance and hugged you tight. To him, you looked like an angel sent to earth only for his eyes to see! You were in an oversized hoodie, hair a little tousled, and your face was so calm under the moonlight. Something inside him prickled at the thought of being domestic with you.

Slowly your arms wrapped around his waist and you surrendered your weight to him. In that moment, he felt like he would burst! Never did he expect for this to happen, for you to give him a chance, but here you were. He deeply breathed in your scent and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” Your voice was a mere whisper when you looked up at him.

“Like a date?” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Yeah?” You nodded.

He wondered if you had any idea about how you're making him feel crazier by the minute. If you don’t, then that’s much worse. “What am I gonna do with you?” He chuckled, arranging stray locks of your hair.

“You can go on a date with me.” You laughed and he was sure, so sure, that you felt his heart do a cartwheel when you were resting your head on his chest.

“I’d like that.” He replied hugging you tighter.

It was funny to you that you planned that fifth date to be the last. It turned out to be the first. The first real date where you felt like a princess in a fairytale. It was the first out of a never- ending series of romantic dates because Bokuto Koutarou had no plans of letting you go. Ever.

--

Okay, wait, hear me out. Have you seen that scene where Bokuto and Akaashi were just outside the hotel and they were just talking all calm and casual? MA'AM THAT'S WHERE I DIED SEEING BOKUTO AHHHH HE'S JUST SO PRECIOUS AND I DO BELIEVE HE CAN BE SERIOUS AND MATURE IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. I AM SIMPING HARD HELP

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Reblogs, replies are appreciated! <3

[alleycat97]

Soft Side Pt. 2

“Chloe chill, you’re pacing is killing my vibe.” Veronica spoke locking her phone.

“Is this ugly? What if she hates it? Maybe she will think I’m insulting her?” Chloe quizzed as she nervously patted down her clothes.

Chloe had finally decided on wearing an orange flannel tied up in the back making a crop top and khaki shorts. She was hoping it would be ‘stylish for a fair’.

“Oh Chloe you look perfect, she will love it and the effort you put into it.” Veronica added.

“What about Poppy? How am I going to get away without her knowing?”

“You leave Poppy to me, I’ve already got us a manicure lined up for starters tonight.” Veronica winked. “I told her you were hanging with Ford and Luis.”

“And she bought it?” Chloe asked concerned.

“Well if she didn’t, I’m sure you would know about it by now.” Veronica replied.

Meanwhile, Bea was just as nervous. Why? She wasn’t sure. Maybe she was unsure of Chloe’s intentions. Maybe it was a trap. Or maybe, just maybe, she genuinely liked Chloe and was nervous about this ‘date’.

“I can hear you thinking.” Zoey laughed as she watched Bea pacing.

“What if it’s a trap? Why would she want to go out? I don’t feel good about this.”

“Then why did you agree so quickly?” Zoey smirked.

Bea thought over the encounter, she knew from the second she saw Chloe, she was taken back by her raw beauty. So when Chloe asked her to hangout, she just went with it. It was exciting, it was unexpected, it was love.

The doorbell rang and Bea tensed up, “Its her. Omg what do I do!”

“Answer the door dummy!” Zoey laughed shoving Bea to the door.

Bea took a deep breath and opened the door revealing a equally anxious Chloe wearing, flannel?

“Oh wow you look incredible. I love that shirt!” Bea blurted out first thing, seemingly causing Chloe to calm down.

“Oh this thing? I’ve had it for years.” There she was, confident Chloe was back. “Ready to go?”

The girls said bye to Zoey, who threatened to kill Chloe if Bea got hurt. The two made it to Chloe’s car and surprisingly, Chloe opened the door before Bea could.

Bea was ready to submit herself right there in the back of Chloe’s Mercedes. Chivalry was huge back home in Winchester, and Chloe was knocking it out of the park so far. Bea started to settle in, Chloe was actually taking this serious.

The ride was somewhat quiet, both girls were nervous. It was a complete awkward silence at times, the situation these two were in and the nasty things they have said. Neither thought they’d be here.

A slight shiver ran down Bea’s spine causing her to shake slightly.

“Are you cold? Here let me turn the heat up.” Chloe quickly doing just that, to Bea’s satisfaction. “Would you like to listen to the radio?”

“Ummm yeah sure. Do you listen to anything country?” Bea asked trying to figure out the radio.

Chloe noticed her struggling and let out a giggle, “Here, allow me.” Chloe found a country station, Thomas Rhett started blaring and Bea immediately started humming and swaying in her seat.

“I take it you like this song?” Chloe said with a chipper smile.

“Love it!”

Chloe wasn’t a country fan, but she really enjoyed Bea in her element, it made the drive blow by.

It was an hour drive out into the country, and on a Friday night, the fairground was packed. Chloe paid for parking and found a spot in the grass lot, she had never seen so much grass and dirt in her life and she was silently freaking out over the dirt on her car.

“Well! Come on! We’re going to miss the fair!” Bea started jumping up and down like a child.

“Ok ok I’m coming.” Chloe giggled catching up with Bea.

Chloe was taken back by the fair. It was similar to some of the movies she had seen, but the smell of the fried foods, the overall aura of the place was nothing she could have prepared herself for. Her mouth was watering at the smells.

“Let’s get something to eat, here look! They’ve got all the good stuff.” Bea said pulling Chloe over to a booth with a small wait line.

“Is it all greasy?” Chloe asked looking over the menu.

“Mostly, but I’ll take care of it.” Bea insisted.

“I’ll have the buffalo wings and the deep fried Oreos. And my lady will have a Gyro and the frozen yogurt. Oh! And two lemon shakeups please.”

Chloe didn’t hear anything past, ‘my lady’ She was too busy smiling like an idiot.

She didn’t even realize she was sitting down at a table and eating her food, the fair taste overloaded her circuits and brought her back to Earth.

“Earth to Chloe!” Bea shouted.

“Huh? Oh.” Chloe's face became red from embarrassment.

“Are you with me? You totally fazed out on me.”

“Oh I’m good. This food is delicious thank you.” Chloe was impressed. Not just by the food, but how Bea knew she would like it.

“You’re welcome. Fair food is like it’s own entity. You can’t come to one without eating this mess.”

Chloe looked at Bea’s platter of grease and wondered what she was missing on, and as if her mind was read, Bea was offering her some food to sample.

Chloe grabbed a wing off the plate, it was hot, and slimy and the smell of the dip and rub flooded her nose almost making her sneeze.

“I’ve never had one of these before.” She said before taking a bite, sauce going all over her mouth making Bea laugh.

“Here, you have a little something...” Bea reached over and wiped the sauce from Chloe’s face with her thumb and then licking it clean. The touch alone was electric, Chloe didn’t want Bea to remove her hand.

But she did and she tried to hide her pout. After eating, the two wondered around eating cotton candy. They went to the livestock show, the rodeo and finally, the finale, the Ferris Wheel.

Chloe wouldn’t lie, she was very nervous. She didn’t do heights. Especially on a cheap carnival ride, but here she was climbing willingly on the death trap.

The where near the top, stopping every time to get more riders on, Chloe made the mistake of looking down.

“Isn’t it great up here? The view is beautiful.” Bea said looking to a mortified Chloe. “Chloe?”

“Hmm?” She said timidly.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh huh.” She said unconvincingly.

“Oh my. You’re scared of heights.” Bea said at the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you. I thought I could do it.” Chloe said, naturally moving closer to Bea.

Bea wrapped a protective arm around Chloe who nuzzled tightly into her side. The soothing sensation of Bea rubbing Chloe’s armed calmed her down significantly and soon the ride began. It was actually nice looking over the fair, the cool night air filling her lungs, the warm embrace she was in. This night was perfect.

Before they could step off the ride, Bea placed a perfect kiss to Chloe’s temple and whispered, “I have one last thing for us.” Chloe melted. There was no way that just happened.

Chloe was pulled from her fantasy land day dream by the rugged sound of a man, “Step right up and test your skills and win a prize! How bout you little lady? Think you got what it takes? All you gotta do is shoot the bandits, but watch out, the Wild West is full of unknowns.”

Bea slapped down a $10 bill and grabbed the gun. Ready to win and adrenaline pumping.

“Well look at this little pistol. Think you got it in you missy?”

“Just turn on the game.” Bea stated.

The game sprung to life, cutouts of bandits and sheriffs dropping from the ceiling, Bea shooting true, never missing a shot. A good 3 minutes of blasting the bandits for a perfect score earned her a top prize. Bea looked her options over and obviously there was only one worth her pick. “I want that one.”

Chloe was staring at a giant Koala bear and Bea struggling to talk around it, “Here, I won this for you. I hope you like it.”

Chloe nearly fainted. This was the sweetest thing. How did Bea know she loved koala bears? God she was going to die.

“Thank you, I love it.”

The girls made it to the car and Chloe happily strapped her new bear into the backseat, Bea teasing her that it didn’t need to be buckled in. Chloe wasn’t having it, this was basically her child now. “I just want to make sure he’s safe.”

“He?” Bea laughed.

“Yes he. His name is Karl.” Chloe said immediately.

“Karl the Koala.” Bea couldn’t hold it in. The cuteness was too much. “I like it.”

The drive back to campus was much like the drive to the fair. The date was over and both girls had to get back to the unknown. This was forbidden to even happen, but neither wanted to believe it.

Chloe walked Bea to her room, lugging Karl along. “I really had a wonderful time Bea. This was the best date I have ever had.”

Bea couldn’t help but feel a ‘but’ coming on.

“But...” Chloe said earning a eye roll from Bea. “I don’t know how this will work. Poppy will kill us both if she finds out. I’ll be ruined, Poppy is dangerous Bea. She will kill me and then she will make sure your life is miserable. Even when you die.”

“Chloe.” Bea said calmly placing her soft hand on the girls cheek, reigniting that spark of energy. “I’m not worried about Poppy. I’m a big girl and you can’t worry either. I had a wonderful time tonight.”

And then quickly, before she could think, she was meeting Bea in the middle, her soft lips sweetly pressing against the other girls. It was wet, it was innocent, it was perfect. The kiss that sealed her fate. “This is going to be difficult.” Chloe admitted, pressing her forehead against Bea’s.

“I love difficult.”

[siren1song]

In Which Jo Loves Content Creators

I’m in a mushy mood. This means it’s time to snipe people with my love for their work and affection for them as people. (People I don’t know that well/talk to regularly won’t be as personal as people as I’ve made good friends with! All to avoid making anyone uncomfortable <3)

I’m going to start with @sleepless-in-starbucks, because of course I’m starting with Lia. I know I’ve made a literal collaboration post with Max about how much I love them and their work, but Also how can I not mention once again how sweet and funny they are? I vowed that one day, I would rick roll them, they don’t believe I can, but I will, one day. Also they’re really good at comforting people??? And let me scream about some of my favorite fics/tropes to them. I also really enjoy talking to them about stuff I’m working. Listen. Lia is great, okay?

Speaking of @max-is-tired did you know they’re an incredibly sweet datemate who’s super considerate and easy to talk to and gosh I love them a whole lot? Not to mention their writing and ideas are phenomenal!!!! Max is so big brained!!!!! I will never stop expressing my love for them ever.

Oh, oh, oh!!!! @thechildoflightning is also really super sweet!! I became a huge fan of their writing through their daemon prinxiety au!! And my love of their work just kept expanding as I read the jksf verse they’ve worked so hard on! Their research is expansive!! And did you know they’re really cute when they info dump? I asked them to tell me about the bird facts the other day because I wanted to hear their info dumping and it was really cool information!!! I learned a lot about a really cool bird!!

(This is going to get long... time for a cut!)

Another segue! You know who else I’ve learned a lot from? @lilfellasblog who is so cool? And kind???? And smart? Sometimes, I’ll ask them questions in a joking way and then I’ll end up learning something and wow! That’s so cool! And they don’t mind simplifying things for me when I ask! And their fic, Healing Broken Wings? An actual masterpiece, though if you check it out I recommend reading tags thoroughly. And if you have questions about a tag, ask them! They’re so willing to elaborate to make sure you’re able to stay safe!!! They care more about your safety than your readership!!!!! And that’s so awesome! I love Lil so much! A great friend and an amazing writer!

A friend I don’t really talk to nearly as much as the others but who I still care about a whole lot is @illogicallyinclined. They say they can’t write, but bullet fics are a Valid Form of Writing, and also their art? Stunning? They’re the reason I started appreciating Logan a whole lot more than I used to, and their hockey au  is really good (and Jam Packed with Logan Angst if you’re into that.) They’re also hilarious to talk to. I have chatted about Virgil and Logan being huge ass meme’s with them on multiple occasions.

Someone I’ve only recently started talking to is @sign-from-god-complex who’s actually really cool? I was talking to him about my love for fandom content creators before I decided to make this post and of course I had to include him? I’m literally going to be bingeing his writing as soon as I finish this Love and Appreciation post because it’s amazing! I can’t believe I haven’t read more of his work before! A travesty, honestly!!! And oh my God his music is good? Literally the whole reason I joined his server and started talking to Lo in the first place was because he was really nice when I asked him how downloading music worked because I’ve only ever done that onto an MP3 (I know, I’m old) and even then I had to have help because I’m not adept with technology. A great singer and writer!

Now for people I’ve never talked to personally but really want to show my appreciation for... Goodness, there’s so many?

I’m gonna start this section with @princeanxious who’s writing, art, and ideas in general are amazing? Have you seen his coma au? Heart wrenching. His Lost Guardian au? Beautiful world building! His punk lo/pastel dee au? Adorable oh my goodness I can’t get enough!! I tried to talk to him once, but I kind of got scared I was bothering him, but he seems really nice!!!!

Did I mention soulmate au’s earlier? I did. You know who writes really cool and great soulmate aus? @not-so-innocent-bi-sander and MAN is their writing great! Have you read their vampire soulmate au? That was so cute??? I loved Logan’s internal conflict with changing Patton and Roman, gosh? And they have such interesting au ideas too? Like I have actually never heard the concept of Lockets before, and it was such a fascinating idea for a soulmate au? I mean, obviously they have other fics that aren’t soulmate aus, like their prinxiety fic Overcoming a Legacy? Stunning, I am pretty sure I stayed up really late reading that one.

Speaking of fics that made me stay up late (so many segue’s) @impatentpending ‘s fic Powerless had me up from 5:30 pm when I started reading it to 2:30 am when Max finally woke up and distracted me long enough to make me shower and go to bed cause I had work in the morning. Do I regret it? No. Powerless is a stunning fic with an amazing concept. I can’t tell you how excited I was to read a fic where Virgil willingly took on a villain role to protect his loved ones. And also I’m going to physically fight Missy, she can catch these hands. I can’t really give much else on the rest of her fics, because I tend to avoid anything that might not end happy (I’m five chapters away from finishing Powerless, and I’m only just now getting skeptical they might not get their happy ending so count me scared) but I have no doubt everything she’s written is just as good, if not better since this fic was finished in 2018? Wow.

Another fic that had me up super late was @lovelylogans gilmore girls au where you lead, i will follow. Don’t be fooled by the eleven chapters, that fic is over 100k words but God is it so worth it to read every single one. You don’t even need to be familiar with the show the au is based on, it’s amazing either way. The characters, the plot, the romance, all absolutely stunning. I will personally fight Patton’s mom. And the rest of her fics! Wow!!! Stunning, amazing, wonderful, beautiful, I’m running out of adjectives. I loved their princess bride bullet fic a whole lot, that was fun.

If you ever see me gushing about mermaid aus, please know that @voidsides au is Probably my favorite take on it. The prinxiety! The sassy virgil!!! The Logan being so done with Roman’s shit. Literally the one comic with Logan interaction I could practically see “Roman I swear to god if you don’t stop flirting with the fish I’m going to push you into the water” in his words. He didn’t say it, but man he was definitely thinking it.

Oh man, I can’t forget to mention the person who got me into g/t-slash-borrower sides @infinimay cause his content? Amazing, really. I found him when someone I follow reblogged one of his halloween fics and I fell in love and proceeded to binge the rest of their writing. Amazing, really. I really love the giant hermit virgil and hiker logan ones a lot. There’s more that I definitely love a whole lot as well, but I can’t currently match content with titles right now and if I go through I’ll get caught up and forget to come back to this post, but just know I love

Another giant/tiny writer I really love who I fell in love because of his amazingly written alien au- @delimeful WIBAR is currently one of my fic obsessions and I might reread it soon because it’s so good? I love the world building and how he’s written the characters so much. The rest of his work is Also Great? The fic where Virgil turns into a dragon when stressed? Amazing I can’t wait for it to continue.

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors You got me so in love with laoft I think about it often. Scary Virgil?? Changeling Logan???? Witch Roman???? Gifted Patton????? I want to cry I love them so much. And God, May! May Gage is a disaster of a woman but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I just. I love this au so much and it’s gotten me to love fae lore so much like I used to. I want to reread this au now, crap. Wait I need to read Lo’s stuff first. Double crap.

Oh man. speaking of writer’s who keep bringing up fae and reminding me how much I love them, @lefaystrent I hope you know your parental shenanigans on my dash bring me life. I didn’t know carbonated milk existed until last night. Kind of wish I was still ignorant on that particular topic. Either way, your fae virgil fic? Amazing. I got so super excited every time I saw an update, and that epilogue? A beautiful ending, if you ask me.

@stillebesat I start screaming in excitement, reading your Interview fic. When I found it, I became so in love with the fic I had a really hard time reading anything else and I frequently checked your blog looking for an update. I am so in love with it, and honestly there’s lots of questions I have about it but if I ask all of them this post will be even LONGER and it’s so massive already.

@today-only-happens-once You’re writing is amazing. So many of your fics are so stunning?? I fell in love reading The Only Exception. Still need to go through your masterlist thoroughly, but man everything I’ve read from you so far is so well written and takes my entire heart.

This post wouldn’t be complete without @notalwaysthevillian who actually got me to start shipping Logince with her fic Shattering Stereotypes. And then there’s of course her tangled prinxiety au??? Which I actually really gotta finish but what I’ve read of it? Amazing. 

Oh crap. If void has my favorite artistic mermaid au, @teacupfulofstarshine has my favorite written au. LDAD is a stunning fic and I would die for it. And also her recent atla au fic? I was screaming over it. Also also her moxiety dad au series she did for halloween had my entire heart. Every installment of that series had me so incredibly soft I probably could have cried.

And finally, @randomslasher I really love your writing. Your fic, Starved was one of the first I read in the fandom and I adored every single word. I haven’t actually had the chance to really sit down and binge any of your work that I could find, but I plan on fixing that soon. It’s also?? Really nice to see an older fander! As someone in their twenties and constantly seeing how young everyone is, it’s comforting knowing I’m not the only one!

That’s everyone I wasn’t scared of bothering! Everyone who I wanted to shower in my love for their work (and affection for the people I talk to!) This isn’t really in any particular order, beyond me separating the people I talk to from the people I don’t. This post is massive, but I hope everyone enjoys my appreciation for their content!

[tessacxstello]

hello im (F, 24) an idiot and forgot to post tessa’s (F, 22, fictional) intro!

pls bare in mind most of this was written 5+ years ago n i haven’t written tessa since 2015...... but lets get this show (LOCKWOODRP) on the road (DASHBOARD). 

tw school shooting, tw bipolar disorder

art hoe. always covered in paint. why?? she bad at painting

the mark rothko jackson pollock kind of bad tho wher people are like.... omg.... revolutionary..... its a badly drawn vagina

fuckin loves astrology, but cant take it that seriously bcos one of her bfs was a gemini so there’s some lenience there. but she WILL blame her hormones and mood swings on the positon of mars

embodies pure sunshine. 

one of those really annoying people that can go through the most traumatic shit and still find a positive spin. 

cares so much for others but does not really care for herself n it’s meant she just bottles up all this shit n when someone asks her how her day has gone she just falls on the ground like tht bit in midsommar when florence does that loud wheezy noise and sits down 

has never really had much money at all. learns to make-do with what she has. loves upcycling!! her bookshelf is made from cardboard which she’s reinforced by pappering it over with pages ripped out of thrifted books. her sofa is an old car boot which she’s repainted, put on wheels and stuffed w cushions so that it’s actually bearable to sit on.

her knitted cardigan? its made out of wife material.

knits all the time. will crochet you a christmas scarf. if ur lucky you might get a knitted jumper with a penis in a santa hat

still sleeps with cuddly toys n then wonders why ppl dont think she’s mature enough for a serious relationship

very passionate about Sister Doing It For THemselves!! raised by a single mom who worked her ass off so that tessa could do fun activities after school, have lelli kelly shoes, and go to college (not necessarily in tht order of importance)

tessa was born out of wedlock as the result of an affair between her mom (a journalism intern in her early 20s) and a new york times editor. 

the editor offered to pay tessa’s mom off to have an abortion, but she was like fuck u and told the papers he’d done that and used the money to cover the cost of her internship which they refused to pay her for

and because of the scandal, he ended up going through a pretty messy divorce with his wife, and losing custody of his kids. so as a child  tessa was seen as the cause of a divorce and received mutliple letters from the editors wife (to tessa personally!) and his kids saying how she had ruined everything, but her mom moved them to another town so tessa didn’t have to deal with that crap. 

her mom worked 3 jobs to put her through school, so in return tessa pushes herself incredibly hard to succeed. needs a break and a hug and to get laid to be honest. 

an old soul. likes old films, old music, old people. only recently got an iphone 5s so not really with this century yet

very sweet and soft and kind but also a fucking mess and won’t listen to anyone else’s opinion. she’ll take comfort, but not advice. 

feminist buddhist bisexual vegetarian for human rights and animal welfare. standing on a soapbox shouting about the climate in the quad, shoving flyers into your hands. flyers everwhere. she turns up at your grandmas funeral and shoves one into her mouth. she’s stolen the mic from the vicar to talk about pandas.

says “mother of pearl” and “heavens to betsy”.

had an affair with her married piano teacher and he’s now facing a custody battle and his wife is leaving him and tessa has completely internalised that guilt despite her being the victim in the scenario

aesthetics: paint splattered jeans, loose curls spilling from a scrunchie, thrifted blouses in bright yellow, guzzling coffee in the library at three am when a term paper’s due, shoddily illustrated campaign posters to save endangered species, polaroids plastered to your bedroom walls with scribbled dates on the frames, jumping into a stack of autumn leaves, jumping off piers in the summer months and stripping off your wet clothes on the beach, digging your thumbs into peaches to leave a bruise, smoking with the extractor fan on to hide the smell, bath bombs, letting the girls at lush rub samples all over your skin, cacti with knitted bobble hats, decorative pillows and sun and moon blanket throws, basic bitch fairy lights hanging from every single window, painting the name of the boys you’ve loved inside your wardrobe door.

studies fine art and philosophy, and wants to become either a lecturer or the first woman president. vibe wise, very similar to leslie knope, missy from big mouth, and basically the naive everygirl with a high opinion of themselves trope

gets drunk off like one double vodka lemonade because she’s small and she’s a pretty messy wild drunk. it’s when slutty tessa comes out, and the next day she’ll thoroughly regret every choice made and decide she’s never drinking again and cutting out all men and starting daily sudoko

on the cheerleading team and is a flyer, which she sees as a HUGE responsibility and she works really hard to make sure she’s on it for her team. one of those get up at 7am and go to the gym before school types its sickening

she had a really traumatic time at high school because there was a shooting in her school. she was in the next classroom when it happened, and she lost one of her friends in the shooting. she had to take two months off school, was diagnosed with depression and put on anti-depressants because of it. in her 2nd year of uni she was rediagnosed with bipolar disorder and anxiety, which she’s now on medication for. she can be really good for several months at a time and feel super creative and determined (she actually finds manic periods helpful for her creativity n art, n sadly sometimes doesn’t take her meds in these periods to push herself more which is obvs super bad.....). but when the bad periods come they can also last months n she had to take a semester out of school last year because of her mood, so she should be a senior by now but she’s retaking junior year

she attends weekly stress-management sessions prescribed by her doctor which she finds pointless.

very childish in the sense that she can only see her own point of view and kind of views herself as the “protagonist” and thinks her ideas are super important and life changing and she IS Destined for Greatness! despite being pretty much average af

pinterest board.

STATS

age: 22

height: 5'2"

positive traits: kind-hearted, gregarious, selfless, philosophical, open minded, idealistic, courageous, feisty, charismatic, loyal, adventurous.

negative traits: stubborn, hot-headed, reticent, escapist, self-destructive, easily led, naive, troubled, complicated, stepford smiler, envious, overdramatic, explosive.

distinguishing Marks: heart-shaped birthmark on the right of her chest, splattering of freckles across the cheeks during summer months, full lips, large eyes, porcelain features, long wavy hair, tattoo of a bird and a cage on her ankles and a basic bitch arrow tat on her wrist (srry to anyone with an arrow tat).

skills: jack-of-all-trades, talented pianist, perceptive, knows the correct way to throw a punch, good survival instinct, is able to remain calm in stressful situations, endures, artistic, excels in academic studies, hard-working and self-motivated, expert liar and talented actress.

likes: wolves, vintage thrift store fashion, old leather-bound books, left-wing democratic politics, cigarettes, poetry, John Hughes movies, cold coffee, hot tea, the sound of laughter, staying up til 4am having deep conversations, Tchaikovsky, having deep conversations about life, stationary, DC Comics, horoscopes, winged eyeliner, cats, knee-high socks, house music, abandoned buildings, studio ghibli, the smell of the earth after rain, Wes Anderson films, herbal tea, old people, solitude, esoteric things, the smell of freshly baked bread, Charles Bukowski, the moon.

fears: death, oblivion, global warming, losing those she loves, isolation, clowns, guns, enclosed spaces.

nicknames: Tess, T-Dog, Tessie, Socrates, Princess, Sunshine Girl, Florence Nightingale.

alignment: Neutral Good

MBTI type: INFP

BIOGRAPHY

tw school shooting

Her story begins with Cordelia Costello, a twenty-three year old college drop-out, turned beautician, turned columnist, turned intern at a local publishing company. She was a youthful, beautiful, siren of a women, always surrounded by an aura of enigma and an entourage of men. It was no surprise to the gossips in the office that within six months working at the company, Cordelia had added to her list another title – mistress to Franklin Hozier, the Editor of the New York Times. After two blissful months and three hundred and twenty seven orgasms, Cordelia decided she wanted a baby. Franklin laughed in her face. Feeling isolated and used, Cordelia continued her affair with her boss’ boss for another month, before deciding to take matters into her own hands.

It started with a turkey baster.

Soon the infant cries of a baby girl graced the world, her wrinkled skin puckered and pink as her mother held her in her arms, glancing upon the most beautiful thing in her life. Once Tessa, named after Cordelia’s favourite literary heroine, entered the world, Franklin left her life and things took a turn for the better. Despite living in a rented one-bedroom apartment in Staten Island, on what little money Cordelia had saved, Tessa’s childhood years were filled with nothing but the happiest of memories. Times were tough, but what they lacked in money, the Costello’s made up in love. While Tessa was at school, Cordelia did odd jobs cleaning, child-minding, working in local nurseries, in order to save up enough money to give her daughter the best start in life.

Despite what she had been led to believe by television shows and teen movies, the first few years of High School were some of the best years of her life. Tessa threw herself into a multitude of activities that High School offered her, including the drama club, the orchestra, choir, badminton and the school newspaper. While she certainly wasn’t considered ‘popular’ at school, Tess had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. In fact, High School was a place where she made some of the greatest memories of her life, but come her final year, it was also a place where she was haunted by some of her worst.

On the January 17th of Tessa’s senior year of high school, a shooting took place in Westville High School. For two hours Tessa locked herself in a supply cupboard, her head between her knees as she tried to stay silent despite the screams of horror from the corridor. Eighteen students were caught in the crossfire, two of which were Tessa’s best friends. Bouquets of flowers, laminated photographs, Teddy Bears in cling-film bags attached to balloons littered the streets as families and friends came to pay tribute to the eighteen students withered before they had a chance to bloom.

It took two months of therapy before Tessa could return to school. Some of the survivors could never return due to the horrors that their eyes had laid witness to. Sometimes Tessa felt like a part of her had died with the friends that were stolen from her too soon, but one thought kept her going through: she had survived, she was alive and breathing, and she could not afford to loose a second of the precious time she had been granted on this earth. Despite the nightmares that continued to haunt her each night, Tessa found in the aftermath of the disaster a new sense of motivation. She began applying for scholarships for colleges without her mother’s knowledge, in the hope that her academic success would be enough to carry her through further education. Thankfully, it was, and after three torturous months of waiting Tess was offered an arts scholarship to her dream school, Lockwood University, where she hoped she could finally start to rebuild her life.

THE PRESENT:

Life at university was like a separate world. Students came and went like moths among the whisperings and the tequila and the stars. In this new world, Tessa was exposed for the first time in her life to alcohol, drugs, and the sexual appetites of other students her age – though she politely declined all three. Instead, Tessa threw herself into the vast array of activities in the hope that by distracting herself she could escape the terrible flashbacks that continued to haunt her. Tessa joined the lacrosse team, despite never having played before, and took up cheerleading discovering a new talent; she joined the musical theatre group, and the film club, and even set up her own acapella singing society. But despite how much she tried to throw herself into student life, her past hung around her like a bad smell, and with the added pressure of the Sinking Ships zine, Tess began to feel the weight of her secret tying her down like a pair of shackles around her wrists.

PERSONALITY:

If someone was to describe Tessa in a single word, it would most likely be ‘bubbly’, ‘open-minded’ or ‘sweet’. But they would be wrong – Tessa is not bubbly, or sweet, or stubborn, or hotheaded, or fiesty, or infectious, or any of the things the world see her as, but merely a numb and lonely echo of the gregarious, halcyon girl she once was. Tessa Costello was one of life’s enigmas. No one knew who she was, for to each person she met she wore a different mask – she dripped confidence, or was painfully shy; she was an exhibitionist, or a brooding wallflower; she took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was an actress and the world was her stage, each person she met a different member of the audience in the performance of her life. In truth, Tessa no longer even recognised herself. Insecure, and self-destructive, she tried to hang on to the extroverted, mischievous pieces of herself that everyone had once loved, but day by day it got harder to know what lay in the vacant holes blown through her mind. While she was stubborn and hot-headed, Tessa always saw the best in people, which meant that she was easily led astray. While she had grown up learning to be street smart and astute, she was idealistic and allowed silly fantasies to cloud her mind. By nature, she was passionate, which lead her to misimagine and romanticise those she met. Despite the hell she had witnessed, and the anxiety that feasted upon her, she believed that people were innately good and that to have courage and be kind could cure anyone of their sadness – yet she was unable to cure herself.

TWITTER:

@500daysoftessa: i blame disney films and musicals for my high expectations of men

@500daysoftessa: i am in love with the boy who works at starbucks. today i asked for a double latte and he gave me a tripple, which i think is proof that my love is requited. our children will be smart and talented and beautiful.

@500daysoftessa: little known historical fact: pharaohs were burried with their hands crossed over their chests because it was a popular belief there would be countless water slides in the after life.

[whatmakesmebleed]

tagged by the lovely @coffeexwhiskey thanks. This was fun.

1. Zodiac Sign: Virgo through and through. I used to deny it but no yeah I’m a total Virgo and proud of it.

2. Last thing I googled: well I google everything. To the point other people know I will and ask me to google stuff. Apparently it’s a Virgo thing too but the last thing I remember for sure. I was writing a board for work about Illnesses you can’t work with and was making sure I spelled Jaundice right.

3. Song stuck in my head: that damn Lizzo one. I just walk around telling people they could have had a bad bitch.

4. Favorite musicians: I kind of prefer songs over musicians but I do miss living in SoCal and going to see my fav singer songwriters all the time. I’ve seen Tyler Hilton and Tyrone Wells like 16 times each. Sometimes twice in one day. They aren’t as easy to see living in Central Oregon but I do what I can. I also love musicals. 90’s rap and 2000’s pop. Emo and rock were my 20’s faze. I will just listen to anything and everything.

5. Do you get asks: I used to back in my first round of tumblr posting about 6 or 7 years ago. Not so much now but I’m open to them.

6. Amount of 💤: if I’m being good and go to bed at 7:30 a good 8 hours but that never happens. I work at 4:30 in the morning 5 days a week so usually a good 5 to 6 will keep me sane.

7. Lucky number: 12. Don’t know why just have always liked it.

8. What are you wearing: a Star Wars Princess Leia sweatshirt and some black and grey star patterned leggings filled with holes from my dogs jumping on me. Also currently have a dog on my lap since I just got home from work and he’s excited.

9. Dream trip: I got to experience part of it last year finally going to Ireland. I very much want to live there. Next up I want to go to Scotland. France. Spain. Switzerland. And back to Ireland and Italy. Cities I really want to explore. London. Bristol(thank you Skins for this one) Paris. Venice. I get my bachelors next spring and I’m hopefully planning a trip for September.

10. Instruments you play: none. I mean I can play some stuff on the piano self taught and I can sing and dance. I had an awful music teacher as a child and it kind of scarred me from instruments but I still would love to learn the drums one day.

11. Languages you speak: English. I have leaned both Spanish and Italian but I understand it better than I can speak it. I need to hear more cause I’d love to be better at speaking it as I am both. Would also love to learn French one day.

12. Favorite song: oh man. I know it’s cheesy but Hallelujah any and every version. I also have a soft spot for Hometown Glory by Adele and Call your Girlfriend by Robyn.

13. Random fact: I own my house. Bought it on my own with stock from working at Starbucks for 17 years. Ironically my dream has always been to living in an apartment in a big city. There’s still time.

14. Cats or dogs: I’m an equal opportunist. I have 3 cats. Loki. Vader. Calypso. And two dogs. Rogue and Zeppelin. I guess it I had to pick I’m a cat person but my pups are my babes. I just like animals.

15. Aesthetic: I’m a bit of a mixed bag. I suffer from anxiety and depression so I can get super dark. But I love sunsets and sunrises and dancing like a fool. I lean to introvert but I love hanging out with friends and make them easily. I just suck at keeping up with them. I love love and yet have no desire to seek it. I’m all over the place but it’s me.

16. 🎶playlist on shuffle: gonna go ahead and shuffle my most played playlist on Spotify.

Chandelier- Sia. My goal is to one day work up the courage to do this one for karaoke. I love Sia though. When I lived in Long Beach my boss made me take a long break to listen to the radio and tell her who sang the song. It was Sia.

Hello-Adele. I refused to listen to this song when it came out. I just wasn’t in that head space for sad Adele. I heard it for the first time driving to work at 4 in the morning. Clearly I liked it.

Powerful-Major Lazer, Ellie Goulding. I’m a big fan of male/female singers collaborating. “There’s an energy when you hold me”. I just dig the lyrics.

Work It- Missy Elliot. I will literally stop what I’m doing and dance to this song when it comes on. If I’m at a club and we were talking I would be gone mid-sentence to the dance floor. This is my song!

Girls Chase Boys-Ingrid Michealson. It’s just catchy and fun to sing. I like it.

Home- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetics. If I was in a band this is the vibe I would want. Singing with a male vocalist and just vibing. I do hate the talking part though.

Butterfly-Crazytown. Ok this song is terrible but in that horribly good way. It reminds me of high school. Yeah. I’m a little old. But it’s so silly and I know all the words and I love just singing it loudly.

Stolen Dance- Milky Chance. I honestly haven’t listened to this in a long time. It was fun when it came out but then it was everywhere.

2 Heads-Coleman Hell. This song actually kind of makes me sad. It reminds me of my old roommates and inside jokes. We don’t really talk anymore. But that’s the joy of music. It can take you to happy and sad times. And though I get sad the times were happy.

When I was your Man- Bruno Mars. I never listen to this song and I have no idea how it got on my favorites yet I keep it there and skip over it.

So a bonus number 11.

Hometown Glory-Adele. I first heard this on Skins when Cassie runs through NYC. RIP Chris Miles. I loved it and even had it as a ringtone on my chocolat phone. People were like who is that. And look at Adele now.

tagging @qwillow @gendryadempsie @thereluctantbadger @valsore and pretty much anyone who wants go do it. Sorry if you’ve already been tagged.

[glovesdropped]

hi! is there any music you're liking a lot lately? or maybe that you have liked for a while?

I think this might be my favorite ask I’ve ever gotten, ok.

The #1 thing I’ve been liking a lot lately: Lorde’s new album!!! Her previous album was amazing and the new one is just as good and I can’t stop listening to it istg!!! Now for things I’ve liked for a while I’ll put it under a cut lmao because idk how long it’ll end up being.

First of all, The Weepies. They’re my favorite group. If I was only going to listen to one album for the rest of my life, it’d be The Weepies’ Say I Am You. It’s my all time favorite album, though I’m not a huge fan of their newer stuff.

Also, I’m huge big fan of dumb acoustic singer/songwriter music of any kind. I love Joshua Radin, Josh Kelley, Ingrid Michaelson, Matt Nathanson, Greg Laswell, Newton Faulker, Jack Johnson, Jon McLaughlin, Mat Kearney, Missy Higgins, Rosie Thomas, etc., etc., etc…. (Seriously, I could go on forever, this is my favorite type of music).

But I also love!!!! dumb pop music!!! Like top 40 artists stuff!!! Like Taylor Swift, and Bruno Mars, and Maroon 5, and 1D (and Harry’s album)!

And, being more band focused, I literally like to listen to everything. I still love the 00s emo bands (ATL, Good Charlotte, Dashboard Confessional, Blink, Sum 41, Yellowcard, Simple Plan, Augustana, Jack’s Mannequin, Matchbox….), the good ol’ soft rock 90s bands (Lifehouse, Barenaked Ladies, Goo Goo Dolls, Train, Oasis, Carbon Leaf…..) and literally everything in between. I like country too, but I don’t listen to it much, I guess. 

Tbh, usually I just start on a new artist and spend weeks listening to them and nothing else and then do it again with someone else. I’m not a huge music buff lmao, like I don’t mind reviews or what’s considered Good or Cool music. If it’s not EDM or any kind of electronic music, I don’t mind listening to it. If there’s an acoustic guitar in it, I’ll probably love listening to it.

[ddaengwoon]

Birthday Surprise

Summary: It was your birthday and you were reunited with a lot of your friends whom you haven’t seen for a very long time.

Words : 2023 words

Pairing: Adam Cole/Reader

Warning: a bit of angst i guess??

Masterlist

"Happy Birthday!!!" confetti clouded your vision for a moment and when you looked up you were met by a lot of familiar faces you haven't seen for a long time. "Oh my god guys!" you exclaimed, particularly to Candice who you were the closest to. "Where the hell have you been missy?" she engulfed you in a hug, one that you haven't felt for a long time. "Far from you." you winked at her and gave her a laugh as she led you to your old friends.

The room was filled with people you've met from Ring of Honor, from wrestlers to some of the backstage staff. They were your friends for years but it all stopped when... well you'd rather forget about it. You shared a lot of "how are you's" and "i miss you's" that lasted for what it seems like hours.  Jay, Colt, Page, Marty, Zack, Bobby, Mandy and lastly The Young Bucks.

The moment you spot them across the room, they already gave you their signature smile as you ran towards them and give them a hug. They managed to lift you up and spin you around.

"Thought you had forgotten about us." Nick smirked at  you. You gave him a confused look. "Who are you two again I'm sorry?" Nick and Matt clutched their chest, faking hurt. "Ouch, that sting." you laughed as you jumped on them to give them a big hug. "Just kidding. I would never forget about you guys!" They kissed both of your cheeks, knowing you like it when they do that. 

"How are you? Enjoying your birthday so far?" Matt asked to you. You nodded enthusiastically. "It's good! I missed everyone! Thought you guys had forgotten about me, maybe mad too but I guess not. I think everyone's here so I'm happy." you chuckled. "Yeah, everyone's here." Nick's tone changed for a moment and you were confused.

But then, it caught your attention. The figure in the corner, looking lonely, the only one who hasn't approached you yet. You could never forget about him.  Adam Cole. His eyes suddenly met yours and you felt like the years that gone by flashed right before your eyes.

Adam. The first man you have ever loved. Three years have gone by and he still looked the same, handsome as ever. It felt like time stopped and the room was empty. It was just the two of you again, just like the old times. 

You and Adam dated for three years. Being an avid wrestling fan, you were always on the front row of different wrestling shows, always enjoying the matches. You caught his attention. You were wearing a black shirt with some denim pants, you were simple, but you were hard to forget in his eyes. 

He was nervous the first time asking you out. He had managed to approach you before the show during a meet and greet, his hands shaking and he feels like he was out of breath. As for you, you were confused as to why this beautiful man were suddenly in front of you tripping over his words, looking everywhere but your eyes. You had grabbed him on his shoulders asking him to repeat what he was sayin and when he managed to get it out, you grinned at him and nodded yes.

Adam thought he could never feel any happier that time but he was wrong. After going out to some dates, with him bringing you with him on tour at some point so he could spend more time with you. He asked you to be his girlfriend, knowing damn well he already fell in love with you. He felt like forever was in his hands when you said yes.

Three years. Three years of dating and Adam finally had the courage to buy you that ring he has been eyeing up in that jewelry store. He had kept in his luggage for months, waiting for the right time to finally ask you the question. He was sure of you. He knew you were the one for him. Everything he need right before his eyes. But you had other ideas.

His face dropped as you asked him to stand up, with tears in your eyes, the ring in his hands still untouched and the question he asked still unanswered. "Adam, please." you sobbed. "I don't think this is the right thing to do." You were still holding his wrists as he stand up. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he looked defeated, betrayed, the love of his life rejecting him. "Do you not love me?" he whispered.

"Adam I do. I do love you. I have never loved anyone in my life" your voice sounded desperate. "Then what's wrong?" he caressed your face. "What's happening sweetheart?"

"Me. I'm what's wrong. I'm not happy Adam. This it too much for me. I don't think I can do this. With you being on the road all the time and busy with every time and yet you still have more to come for your career. What would happen by then Adam. My conscience can't take it being a hindrance for your dreams."

"You were never a hindrance to me. We are happy Y/N. I could never let us come to a point where I have to pick. Please. What's the matter?" he pleaded with you. "I'm not happy Adam. Not anymore. I used to be, so fucking much. I have been thinking of this for weeks now. I... I think I need to leave."

"Don't fucking leave me!" the tears were pooling in his eyes, his hands were on his hips and now he was looking down, trying to take this all in. "I love you. I love you so fucking much. I knew you were the one, even before you said yes to me on a date. And now you're leaving me over some bullshit? Did you not think of me?"

"That's the point Adam. I always think of you. You were all I could think about. When you're away from me, when I'm with you. All throughout our relationship you were all I think about and somewhere along the way I lost myself. I need to find myself again and I sure as hell can't do that when I'm still thinking about you."Adam had the tears streaming down his face and so were you. He rubbed his face.

"Fine. Leave then."

Those were the last words he said to you. Three years have gone by and you can still feel the pain in your heart as if it happened only yesterday. And seeing him today felt like someone threw your heart on the ground and stepped on it repeatedly.

You were lying if you said you don't love him anymore. You have loved him every single day of your life. Even when you left everything and ignored everything related to him, somehow he still crosses your mind. You felt yourself walking over to him and you figured he had the same thought as he were getting closer to where you are. 

"Y/N!" a hand placed on your shoulder and a figure blocked your view from Adam. "Loved my surprise for you?" your fiance, Mark asked as he gave you a soft peck on your lips. You nodded slightly. "Yes babe. Thank you, I'm so happy right now." He grinned at you kissing you once again. "C'mon it's time to blow the cake."

The party went on. Slowly people are starting to leave. You started to pick up some trashes when Mark stopped you. "Hey! It's your birthday. You're not supposed to do that." you raised your hands defensively, a smile in your face. "Well, I'm not complaining if you're volunteering to do all the work." you walked away grabbing a blanket for the now sleeping Marty on your couch, either tired from the flight prior or drunk from the party, probably both.

"Is everyone gone besides the ones in the guest room?" you asked. He slowly shook his head. "You should go talk to him." You were confused for a moment until you follow to where your fiance was looking. Adam was there, his hands in pockets looking at you, a soft look in his eyes. "Mark..." 

"You need this Y/N. I know you love me. I never doubted that even though I know you're still thinking about him. You need some closure and when I told him about it when inviting him here, he would love to talk to you one last time."you lightly gasped. "You planned this too?" he nodded. "If you are not ready tonight, then it's okay. But you have to at some point." you nodded as you reach his lips and gave him a long kiss, one reminding him that you won't leave him, knowing that how much he says he doesn't doubt you he was a little bit scared.

You nodded to the kitchen and walked there, Adam trailing behind you. You took a deep breath before turning to him. He was still a lot like the Adam you knew, only his hair was a bit longer, the crinkles in his eyes becoming more prominent and his facial hair grew.

"I missed you." he broke the silence. You breathed out a "Me too." he nodded, "I guess you already found yourself then. You seem happy with him." he nodded to where Mark was, picking up some trash and discarded decorations. You smiled to yourself, "Yeah I did. I really am." Another wave of silence surrounded the room. The both of you seemingly lost to what the both of you wanted to say. 

"You know, I never stopped thinking about you Adam. From the moment I left the door until now. I have never stopped thinking about you. Which is quite ironic don't you think? I left you because all I ever did was think about you not knowing it will still be all I do even after I leave."

He was listening to you, his arms crossed in his chest. His eyes were full of emotions. You continued.

"I don’t want to think about you anymore, but I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re unbearably happy. I want that for you. That is what you deserve Adam. I'm happy with who I am right now. I am happy with who I'm with. I hope you find that too."

He sighed, processing the words that left your mouth. "I know you are. Your smile tonight says it all." he gave you a light smile. "The moment you left I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you go. Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there. Someone perfect for me but I couldn't have her... because she didn't want me."

He continued, "I was still clinging on to that false hope that maybe just maybe, you will eventually find yourself and you'll be back to loving me again. But then I saw you tonight." he looked at you a twinkle in his eyes. "Your smile tonight was the same smile you gave me when you loved me, only this time I know you were happier. He made you smile in a way I could never give. I went here, not to make amends but to try and get you back. But after seeing you tonight, I realized how happy you are and that was enough for me to happy and let you go."

He took a step closer to you, "Y/N I love and I will love you forever and you deserve someone like Mark. Thank you for this." he engulfed you in a hug and you happily hugged him back. You did miss him, more  than you could ever imagine.

"Will you be okay?" you asked him as he pulled away, he chuckled. "Of course I will be. I'm Adam Cole baybay." the both of you laughing.

Maybe just maybe. Everything will be fine after all.

[taste-of-dean]

I’ll Always Stay

Summary: Y/N has to go fetch a drunk Dean from the bar

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1401

Warnings: Zip

A/N: Thanks to @babypieandwhiskey for the Beta! This is for a writing challenge hosted by @impala-dreamer (prompt is bolded)

MASTERLIST

Dean was getting irritating, so Sam told him to go to the bar while we finished the research. Of course Dean jumped at the opportunity to go to the bar and didn’t even offer to stay.

He had been sitting at the run down bar for the past four hours while you and Sam were at the library doing research. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and you felt like your eyes were going to start bleeding at any moment. You both couldn’t handle anymore research for the night, so you decided to call it quits. Sam asked to be dropped at the motel so he could go to sleep, leaving you to wrestle Dean away from his poison of the night.

When you entered the bar, the smell of regret and bad choices hit you in the face. You looked around to find Dean, when you saw a surprising scene unfold. A very busty blonde with jeans too tight and a shirt cut too low, walked up to him bouncing and smiling, Dean gave her one glance and shooed her away. Damn, Dean was going to be in one of his moods. He usually only did that when you tagged along to the bar with him, not giving any girl the time of day and sulking. You always assumed he took girls back when you weren't there, but then again you wouldn't know if he did because you always got a separate room from the boys. Very early on you made it clear that if you were going to stay with them, you needed a space of your own.

You started to make your way over to the seemingly grouchy Dean, but as soon as he saw you, that million dollar smile appeared on his face, lighting up his emerald green eyes. You had to stifle a laugh when he almost fell off the bar stool and started stumbling over to you.

Throwing most of his bodyweight on you, he engulfed you in a hug, “Sweetheart, come have a drink with me,” he managed to slur out.

With his arm slung around your shoulders, you couldn’t resist his attempt to pull you towards the bar. Too much of his weight was on you, so you were forced in that direction, one wrong move and both of you would have gone tumbling towards the sticky ground.

Dean tried to land gracefully on the barstool, but almost missed. You were able to catch him before he hit his face on the edge of the bar. He situated himself on the stool and pulled you in between his legs by your hips, motioning for the bartender to come over, “Yeah, I’ll have another one and the lady will have a... what do you want?”

You shook your head and pushed yourself back from Dean, “I don't want anything and neither does he, so we’re good thanks.”

He turned back to the bartender,  “Well you don’t have to have any, but I’m gonna have another whiskey, right Joe?”

The bartender gave him a bitchface that you swore looked exactly like Sams as he said, “It’s Jack.”

Dean was about to say something when you cut him off, “Uhh Jack, I’ll close his tab out and throw in a thirty dollar tip if you don’t serve him anymore.”

The bartender shrugged, “Deal,” and walked away.

Dean pulled you into him resting his head on your chest yelling a mumbled, “Y/N, nooooo.”

You slapped money down on the bar wondering if you were going to have to carry Dean out of here. “Come on Dean, let’s just go. Please?”

Dean sat back and stuck his bottom lip out giving you his best puppy dog face, “I don’t wanna.”

Taking him by the hand you pulled him off the stool, “Come on Winchester, we’re going.”

You walked towards the door supporting most of Deans weight when he whispered in your ear, “I miss being this close to you. They way you feel, the way you smell, I miss it all. I miss you Y/N.”

You finally got him out of the bar into the cool air of the night, hoping that would help sober him up, “I’m right here Dean, you don’t have to miss me.”

You finally managed to get him to the car and let Dean rest on it while you tried to unlock the door. “You might be here physically, but you haven’t been the same. Is it because I kissed you that one night when I was drunk?”

You pursed your lips trying to decide if you were going to tell the truth, “No. I don’t know!” Fuck it, he’s not going to remember it anyway. “Yes.”

The devilish smirk spread across Dean’s cocky face, “You liked it, didn’t you?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “Maybe I did, but you only did it because you were drunk.”

Dean came dangerously close to you, putting a hand on your waist and brushing the hair out of your face as he asked, “Y/N, you don’t really think that, do you?”

Ducking away from his grip you tried to avoid this topic and tried to push him into the car, “Whatever, can we just go?”

Chuckling to himself Dean plopped down onto the seat, and looked over at you when you got into the car, “Ya know, a wise man once said, “Wherever you go, there you are. But where are we going?”

You raised your eyebrow questioning Dean, “Did you just quote The Brady Bunch?”

“Yep,” He said popping the ‘p’, as he leaned dangerously close to your face, “You got a problem with that little missy?”

You felt his hot breath on you, sending chills raging throughout your body. You pulled your face back, “No I don’t. It was just very... weird.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow, “Y/N, are you calling me weird?”

“I just did. Now, let’s get back to the motel, ya big lush.”

You started up the car up and closed your eyes, leaning your head back letting the rumble of the Impala vibrate through you. After a moment you looked over and saw Dean passed out against the window. “Great, I am going to have to carry him,” you gritted through your teeth.

You arrived back at the motel, put Baby in park, and turned to look at Dean. He was leaning against the cool window, a snore escaping his slightly parted lips. You sat there a moment debating on how to get Dean to his bed. Fuck it, there was no way in hell you were going to be able to get Dean out of the car, much less to his bed. You pushed the seat back giving you and Dean more room to stretch out, not that he was going to move anytime soon. You rested your back against the door and put your feet up in Dean’s lap. If he was going to be such trouble, he could live with being a footrest for the night.

The next thing you know, you’re being lifted out of the Impala. You opened your eyes and your body tensed, trying and fight off whatever was happening, when you heard Dean say, “Shh sweetheart, it’s alright, go back to sleep.”

That was all you needed to lay your head back on Dean’s shoulder as he walked towards your room. Dean skillfully opened the door with you in his arms and kicked the door shut behind him. He walked over to your bed placing you gently down atop the mattress.

You could feel his arms start to slip out from under your body when you clung to him. You don’t know what came over you but, you refused to let go. Being near to Dean always made you feel safe. Even though you were a hunter and had no doubt you could handle any monster thrown your way, but there was something about him that made you feel like you were invincible.

Dean let out a soft chuckle, “Alright, you win, I’ll stay.”

You hummed in response as Dean lifted up the covers and crawled in next to you. He wrapped his arms around you as you curled into him, laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Dean kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I’ll always stay for you sweetheart, always.”

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