#only took me four months lmfao

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Charlastor Week - Day 7 - Free Day

 An AU where Charlie and Alastor are podcasters. 🎙️ This one has been percolating in my brain for a while! Plot summary under the cut.

Alastor is the OG overlord of true crime. Back in his college days, he and his roommate Vox started what would become one of the first ever podcasts. With Vox’s tech savviness and Alastor’s knack for dramatic storytelling, The Hazbin Radio Program quickly became the podcast playing in every commuter’s car, gym bro’s headphones, and office jockey’s earbuds. Focusing on crimes where the victim “deserved what they got” might be controversial, but Alastor’s jazzy interludes and old timey radio schtick add a certain kind of whimsy to every episode.

As Vox grew their dorm room recordings into a digital media empire, Alastor struggled to remain authentic in a world being rapidly consumed by social media and influencer culture. The two friends had a huge falling out. Knowing it would mean death for his beloved radio program if he didn’t stay, Alastor remained under contract with Voxtek Entertainment. Years later, his listenership is dwindling, his sponsors are dropping like flies, and his desperation is stronger than ever to finally break away and have complete creative control of his show.

Charlie has big dreams, a bigger heart, and a behemoth of a family legacy she’s trying to separate herself from. The Morningstar family name is synonymous with pain and punishment, as their network of for-profit prisons house nearly every incarcerated individual in the country. But Charlie refuses to let her rich and influential father buy her way into the industry. The Happy Podcast’s moderate success was due to her hard work, passion, and the secondhand recording equipment she bought with her own money. Like every amateur influencer, she dreams of landing a contract with VoxTek Entertainment. Not for the bragging rights or all those sweet endorsement deals, but because she truly believes that her podcast can inspire her listeners to be better people.

The Happy Podcast is a mix of self-help, advocacy, social commentary, and whatever else Charlie feels passionate about that week. This can sometimes cause a bit of controversy, like when her strong feelings about prison reform lead to an unhinged rant about why a recently imprisoned axe murderer “deserves a second chance” because “he was a good guy who volunteered at his local animal shelter”. Despite this, she still snags an invite to the annual VTE Summit and is hoping to get some facetime with the media mogul himself.

It’s at the VTE Summit that Alastor and Charlie meet. Charlie is as starstruck as she is charmed by the mystery man behind her favorite guilty pleasure podcast. Alastor finds himself instantly drawn to the bubbly young woman who knows a surprising amount about true crime. In a cesspool of wannabe celebrities and people who would sell their soul for a brand deal, she feels like the only other person who’s in it for the craft and the content, not the clout.

Be it fate, coincidence, or a bit of meddling on Alastor’s part, they continue to cross paths and eventually agree to help each other out. Alastor teaches Charlie the art of presentation and storytelling while she brings his technical skills into the 21st century so he can start producing his podcast on his own.

As the pair dance around their feelings and look for any excuse to spend time with each other, Charlie asks Alastor to be a guest on her show. It goes so well, he asks her to be a guest on his. Even their audiences can’t deny the chemistry between them. No one would have thought this odd pair of podcasts would work so well together, but the sky-rocketed ratings and influx of sponsorships speak for themselves.

They both are soon to get everything they always wanted. That is, until Charlie starts to wonder exactly how Alastor knows so much about the victims he discusses on his show.

[sunrizef1]

All the boys PT2

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x reader, Logan sargeant x sister!reader, f1 grid x reader

Summary: who is reader soft launching???

A/N: yay part 2

Fc: Hannah Harell

Pt 1

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liked by logansargeant carlossainz trentarnold66 and 7,303,667 others

yourusername ❤️💋🌹

user1 WHO IS HEEEEE

user2 y/n please 😭

user3 oh look, it’s litteraly Carlos

↳ user4 it’s actually Oscar

↳ user5 that’s Daniel idc

judebellingham 🤨

user6 i don’t even care who it is, they’re so cute

↳ user7 ikr im so happy for her

trentarnold66 😜

↳ yourusername bro why r u here

↳ trentarnold66 girl shut up

↳ yourusername gtfo

user8 ^^^ what is happening with Trent 😭

user9 JUST TELL US WHO HE IS ITS BEEN LIKE SIX MONTHS

user10 she’s so fine

Yourusername

liked by logansargeant masonmount and 5,445,708 others

yourusername happy bday big bro! Please don’t lose ur job, I only talk to you for paddock passes. In all seriousness, I love you and thanks for being the best big brother a girl could ask for ❤️❤️❤️ (surprised you’ve kept it a secret this long).

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user11 WHAT

user12 BROTHER??????

user13 they’ve been related the whole time? 😭

user14 happy bday Logan

judebellingham happy birthday Captain America

↳ logansargeant thanks mate

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user15 Jude lmao

oscarpiastri thank god you’ve said it, one less secret for me to carry

↳ yourusername so dramatic

↳ oscarpiastri you try keeping a secret for 15 years. You’d be dramatic too.

↳ yourusername 🙄

user16 siblings????

TWITTER

INSTAGRAM

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yourusername already drunk but f it we ball

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user17 just the most American caption you’ve ever seen

user18 still shocked from this morning

user19 is she there with her boyfriend???

trentarnold66 ur man is looking 4 u

↳ yourusername y u talking 2 my man

↳ trentarnold66 girl idk im just as drunk as u

↳ trentarnold66 being fr come get him tho

↳ yourusername omw pookie

user20 wait is Trent with them too?

↳ user21 he’s friends with max so probably, yeah

user22 I need pics from the rest of this party asap

oscarpiastri piccreds: me, tf? I didn’t suffer through you making out with your bf in the backseat for this.

↳ yourusername guys, Oscar took the pictures. Everybody clap 4 Oscar.

↳ oscarpiastri I’ll excuse the sarcasm on you being drunk

↳ yourusername boo 🍅🍅🍅

user23 oh she’s so drunk

user24 so her boyfriends there

yourusername added to their story

↳ trentarnold66

DELETE DELETE DELETE

↳ masonmount

LMFAO

↳ oscarpiastri

Hey girl, this isn’t ur close friends

TWITTER

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yourusername i may have been drunk but I wasn’t wrong (ily Jude, happy 4 years)

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user24 FOUR YEARS!?!?!?!

user25 the caption lmao

user26 she for sure wasn’t wrong

judebellingham ily2 ig 😒 (happy 4 years❤️)

user27 I’m in love with both of them tbh

user28 I’ve thought she was soft-launching Oscar this whole time dhmu 😭

↳ oscarpiastri no I’ve unfortunately had to witness their gross relationship for years now

↳ yourusername you should learn to be nicer

↳ oscarpiastri don’t make out with him in front of me whenever we’re in the same car anymore and then I’ll be nice to you.

↳ yourusername 😒

user29 what????!!!! 😭

logansargeant woohoo

↳ yourusername 🤨 enthusiasm please.

↳ logansargeant woohoo!

↳ yourusername thx ig

[lustfulslxt]

hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.

matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"

but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!

again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘

Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : spicy pics and smuttt

a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo

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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.

It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.

“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.

I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.

The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.

“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”

Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.

Matty B

NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT

Me

I DID

Matty B

only took you a month lmao

Me

BYE

it was hard asf 👹

Matty B

me too

Me

UM EXCUSE ME

Matty B

whattt

myb

Me

🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’

Matty B

i didn’t mean it

Me

oh

Matty B

congrats on finishing the puzzle tho

now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you

Me

blocked.

Matty B

LMFAO

bro. i was joke

Me

awesome to hear bro

I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.

There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.

I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

-

I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.

Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.

“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.

“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”

I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”

Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.

As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.

“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.

His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.

“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.

I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”

I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”

He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”

I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.

I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”

For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.

After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?

After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.

I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.

Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.

Opened 12 minutes ago.

Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.

Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.

As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”

I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”

A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.

His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”

I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”

Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.

The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.

He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.

I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.

“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.

His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.

“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”

“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby.”

His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.

“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”

I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.

A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.

His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”

“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”

His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.

The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”

With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.

“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.

“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.

I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.

“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.

My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.

Our friendship just changed entirely and I can���t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.

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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333

[elly-grace]

I can't do this anymore

Joe x reader

word count: 4k

(idk what to put as a gif for this one so low-key annoyed looking. Joey works lmfao)

You were sitting in the kitchen, lights dimmed. Your  tea kettle was beeping, signaling that your water was warm enough to brew your tea. It was 3 am and your husband still isn't home. Joe had been showing up in the middle of the night, just to avoid you. It had been going on since you found out you were pregnant four months ago. You were so tired of waking up in an empty bed and your husband avoiding you. So you decided to wait until he came home. Which was a decision you were starting to regret. 

You took out your phone and called your brother. 

“Sam.” 

Your brother could tell you were crying, it was like his special 6th sense. He always knew when you  were upset or hurt. You were trying to stop crying but the tears kept cascading down your rosy cheeks. 

“Give me 20 minutes.” 

He sighed and you could hear him shuffling around his house then get into his car. The phone call ends and you knew your brother was on his way. As you were  waiting your eyes started to get heavy and the only thought on your mind was sleep. Just as you started to give into the desires of sleep, you heard a car door close. Hoping it was your husband you hopped up from the stool at the counter and ran to the door. To your dismay, there at the front door stood your brother.

“I used the spare key, you look terrible.” 

“Thanks Sam.” You said sarcastically. “Joe hasn’t been home since last night. I think he’s cheating on me.” 

Sam came to hug you, and started rubbing the back of your head. This has always calmed you down ever since you were little. 

“I doubt that. You know he’s always talking about you during practice and how excited he is to be a dad.” 

“Then why doesn’t he come home to me at night?” 

Sam sighed, “I’m not sure.” 

Suddenly the garage door opened. Joe stormed in absolutely drunk. 

“Joe where have you been?” 

“Don’t worry about it Sam.” 

Sam grabs Joe by the collar of his shirt. 

“I will worry, because my pregnant sister is staying up till all hours worrying about you!” 

“I don’t know why this involves you.” 

“BECAUSE SHE'S MY SISTER!” 

“I can't do this anymore Joe” you sighed, walking out of the house. Tears start streaming down your face as you walk along the sidewalk in the pouring rain. 

“Y/N PLEASE COME BACK. I CAN EXPLAIN!” 

You just continued to walk, ignoring Joe's slurred pleas.

You didn’t know how long you were walking, but knew you’d continue until you made it to your best friend's house. 

When you got to his house you knocked on the door hoping he was awake. He immediately ran to the door and hugged you. 

“What’s happened? Joe called me in a panic, he said you left him.” 

“Andrei, I’m pregnant and tired. Can we please talk about it in the morning?” 

He sighed and let you inside, you had some clothes here because you often came here. Although unsure if any of them would fit, your baby bump, although small, was still there. Andrei had a feeling he knew what you were thinking so he grabbed one of his sweatshirts and handed it to you. 

“Thank you.” 

He smiled. 

“You know I have to let Joe know you're here, he’s really worried.” 

“I doubt he was that worried, if he truly cared he wouldn’t be out till 3 drinking. He’d be home with me!” 

You shouted. 

Andrei knew the reason Joe was being distant and now felt like the best time to reveal it. 

“You know I love you and you're my best friend, but you’ve been kinda bitchy recently. You won’t let Joe touch you, and the one time he did you started to cry and pulled away.”

“So-“

Andrei cut you off 

“I wasn’t done. He’s scared of touching you now because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you or the baby. He's afraid he’s going to be a bad father and he’s afraid that you don’t love him anymore!”  

“I love Joe more than anything in the world. How could he think I don’t?”

You let Andreis words sink in a bit more.

“He thinks he's going to be a bad father? That couldn’t be further from the truth. I-” you pause holding back the tears that threatened to spill again. “I need to speak with him, can you drive me home please?”

Andrei just nods in response and you both get into his car. Once back at the burrow house you exit the car and run inside and hug Joe.

“I’m so sorry Joe, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you'd be a bad father. I know you'll  be a great one.”  

Joe was taken by surprise but leaned in closer to the hug now slightly more sober. 

“I love you Joe”

“I love you too, baby”

[laughing-with-god]

hi!!!! could you tell us anything about the unsaid vow couple? I’d love to know their story w/o the spoilers of course! ❤️

hey I love your blog! So cool to have you in my inbox!

And yes, I do have Unsaid Vow on my Patreon but tbh...I don't really have much backstory established for them as a couple, so this was a really cool ask that made me think. (I do purposefully keep their history kinda of vague tho, as I want the reader to make their own assumptions/stories.)

anyway, here's some random headcanons

I think you guys met at a party! I picture Y/N as a student probably in her first or second year of college. Had a group project and your group partner invited you to a party they were throwing, where JK also was at

He was very popular with the girls and tbh, I think drunk Y/n just wanted some dick and he apprecitated how you didn't sugar coat that

"I don't wanna be your gf, just heard that dick was a 10/10"

He was amused, you were cute and not usually his type so he took you home for the night

Think he was a clingy little bitch after that, kept hitting you up and you probably just thought he was a fuckboy who would keep trying to hit, so you kept letting him

It wouldn't be until another guy hit on you or something that JK would get up in their face like "tf you on my girl for?" that you're like...oh?

You never really had a bf before and I see you just being like "shit, it's college and he's hot, might as well try this out for a few months."

Don't think you guys have a clear anniversary date bc of that, prob just made a guess and picked a day

Honestly I think you would think this was only gonna be like a three-four month relationship

Early college bf Jk was kinda toxic tbh but you gave him passes bc he was hot and u didn't have anything to hide

I think he would keep your location on at all times, be super defensive if you didn't

he'd try to make you delete social media saying it's so toxic for ur mental health but it's actually bc he doesn't wanna share you w the world lol

stroke game had you seeing things and agreeing to whatever istg

I think he'd have a chain or necklace or something so when he's on top you kept getting hit on the forhead with it LMFAO (why do I find that hot tho?)

Took news of your pregancy surpringly well, you were ready to ask him help for the abortion fee and he was like "why would u kill my bby when we can just raise it?"

acts of service king during your pregnacy. isn't like cuddly or sentimental but def was the guy to buy you anything you looked at twice

stepped out after you gave birth to Hugo and had a lil cry

I think it would only be until after you had his son that his family would demand to meet you, I think for some reason JK kept trying to hide you from them

actually had a good bond with Hugo as a baby. kids are difficult to understand but Jk was good with babies. feed them, change them, burp them, hold them. It was so easy and I think baby Hugo liked naping on Jk's bare chest

Anyway I'm gonna leave it at that bc I don't wanna spoil anything lol

[chthonicgodling]

Hello tumblr crew shhh cough this is DEFINITELY the first you’re hearing about this event!! I definitely didn’t liveblog it when it was happening back in May! Shh!!!

and Now-

an ✨Elysium Drama Update✨

[you are: here • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine • ten • eleven • twelve • thirteen • fourteen (the end!) ]

Starring! Loki! Tory! Maci! in a moment of— AUGHHHHHHH—

[ A peek into the active Elysium’verse, an urgent update on the adventures of TaKi Fuego, that is Tory x Loki x Maci— that is, the quintessential & quite frankly absolutely addicting weirdo not-throuple-throuple in the form of a uhhhhhh clingy BDSM situationship that has crescendoed into a BABY on the way — thusly taking over as both the star plot of current Elysium & also the only thing *i* can think about for the past many months. Got it? Good. ]

• Here we are finally tuning into Elysium immediately following the series of montage slice of life & context moments posted previously! In which everything is chugging along nice and sexy and cute and EeL’s coping with his personal anxieties and—

🤯💣OH LOKI’S NOT COPING AT FUCKING ALLL IS HE

• FIRSTLY full disclosure the following series of events shown here (and that which will follow) took place in May- I just draw slow. But here and now a collective GASP please because, true to nature- EeL wrecks things when he's nervous. Oops!

SECONDLY & more importantly a special starry eyed credit & thank you to my partner in crime hiatus’d @fenixethekid - aka Tory & all orange text - for continually making me lose my mind enough to draw a TEN PAGE COMIC and also SO MUCH MORE ON DECK raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA

• I have so much more to say but at the risk of pontificating fucking endlessly I’ll save it (for my stories?? lmao) - I think this clip of events speaks for itself.

[ …I spent an absurd amount of time on this so. pwease LOL feedback is so appreciated this time lmfao Like ???I say this about everything I draw but,, magnum opus fr??? it IS the longest comic I’ve ever drawn…… anyway. Teeheee.?? pls & Ty🥺👉👈 ]

• Finally - WHAT HAPPENS NEXT??? WHERE IS HE?!?! WILL HE FUCKING COME BACK?!?! ARE YOUR HEARTS BROKEN LIKE MACI AND TORY (and ME) — AND WILL IT GET FIXED?!?!?!?! SOBS WE’LL,, JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE—

stay tuned!!

[ ahem the credits roll. Tory is Fenixe’s, Maci is mine, EeL is— coughing fit but, mine, really. All green and pink text is mine, all orange text is Fenixe’s, this is a fully canon convo taken straight from the source as it PIERCED ME IN THE HEART and I hope you too💞 thanks for following alongggggggg!! ]

[problematicraccoon]

details about my better teenhood dr bc im losing my mind over it

(TW: MENTIONS OF SA AND STALKING and also i get real emo, my apologies)

okay so first of all, im not really reliving my teen years in their entirety- im shifting back to being 17, only a few days after my birthday.

mainly because some crazy shit happened on my 17th birthday in my cr, and it ended with me being betrayed by two of my 'best' friends during a big fight, who sided with my assailant/stalker instead of me. the day i spawn in is the day that happened. and i know that sounds stupid, like why tf would anyone wanna relive a day like that. but im gonna slightly tweak it.

in this reality, i was raised by my badass aunt Isla (fc Daphne Zuniga). she's like a big sister/aunt/best friend/mom all rolled into one, and we're extremely close, and she's very protective of me.

in my cr, no one defended me. i've taken to referring to myself as the 'attack dog friend', because i have always been the one to fight for my friends, to send paragraphs to people that hurt them or get in somebody's face for groping them, ect. but no one ever did the same for me. same goes for when my two best friends blamed me for what happened, and my other friends didnt even mention the situation. everyone kinda stopped talking to me after that.

but in my dr, i have a group of super close friends that defend me from the two that betray me. they send paragraphs to them, block them, and support me. my aunt ends up on the phone with their mom and absolutely loses it on her lmfao T0T

my reasoning for shifting back to quite possibly the worst day of my life is because i wanna fix it. i want to know what it feels like to be loved and supported instead of abandoned. this is my way of healing i suppose.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE here's some cute shit im excited for <3

-me and my best friends are gonna go to this big ball in a couple months, one that i went to with them in my cr, i just really wanna experience it again, it was so fun.

-the ball is where me and my dr crush end up confessing to each other JFAOIWEJRKANEIAJW

-MY CATS AND DUCKS AND COW :D we have three girl black cats, Arson, Murder and Mayhem. we have four ducks, Table Lamp, Carbohydrate (Carby), Heeby Jeeby, and Choi Soobin. and we have a brown cow named Annaliese that my little sister named :)

-my little siblings <3 Phoebe and Eric. they're fraternal twins, 9 years old, and born on May the 4th (the girls who get it, get it)

-Phoebe is like those creepy ass kids on horror movies. she's quiet, usually, and she always looks like she's plotting world domination. she's insanely smart and very sarcastic. she's obsessed with bugs. im a teeny bit scared of her lmfao. her face claim is Mara Wilson

-Eric is the sweetest little guy to have ever existed. he loves to sing and draw, and is very giggly and silly. he annoys the shit out of Phoebe T0T (she still loves him tho) he's very sensitive and very empathetic. he always cries when he sees a stray dog or cat and is always trying to convince us to take in strays. his face claim is Eric Lloyd.

-my aunt/mom Isla is very weird and very eccentric and very funny. she's very spiritual, like i am, and taught me how to astral project, manifest, reality shift, do tarot card readings, cartomancy, spells, stuff like that. she knows i'm a shifter, so i can tell her about my other drs and she tells me about hers. we always script each other into our drs <3 she's a giant feminist and she took me to my first protest when i was like 10. she's soft and kind but she'd 100% kill a man for me and my siblings. she's rollin with the lgbt like me, so i can be queer openly <3

-SLEEPOVERS AND 3AM SNACK RUNS WITH THE DUDES. TRAMPOLINE PARK WITH THE DUDES. ROLLERSKATING WITH THE DUDES. HIKES WITH THE DUDES. ROADTRIPS WITH THE DUDES. im gonna have a freak out i miss my friends so much.

-i scripted a tweaked version of the Leverage: Redemption plot into this dr. Breanna is a part of my friend group, and she and i are hopelessly pining after each other (until the night of the ball IFHAOIHEFH)

-dear god my clothes T0T i cannot wait to play dress up fr

-all the women in my family have psychic/empathic abilities that develop around the age of 10. we also have occasional prophetic dreams/visions.

-i never got to meet my maternal grandmother Joyce in my cr, as she died a long time before i was born, but i scripted she's still alive in my dr and we're very close. im finally gonna get to meet her T0T i cant wait to hug the shit out of her. she was so amazing yall i cant wait to get to know her.

-i have one of those pink american flags with Chaewon from Lesserafim on it lmfao. i love being a patriot <3

[swifty-fox]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!

thank you @antiquitea for the tag! ✨ sorry I made u feel oldTM

tagging in @bucking-mustangs-with-wings @bitchsister @sig-nifier and @avonne-writes!

questions and responses under the read more to save your dashboards 😉

how many works do you have on ao3?

only eleven!!

what's your total ao3 word count?

115,430 (and most of that is probably kfak and one old guard fic lol)

what fandoms do you write for?

Currently only for Masters of the Air but I've also written for The Old Guard (my bewoved)

and wolfstar and aftg but i wont touch those again for various reasons lol

top five fics by kudos

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 528 kudos

Make Me A Saint - Joe x Nicky (The Old Guard) 448 Kudos

press your tired hands against my lips darling - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 432 Kudos

Little Beast - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 368 Kudos

The Calcification of a God - Joe x Nicky (The Old Guard) 294 Kudos

do you respond to comments?

yesss i try to respond to every single comment. After the first 48 hours of a fic/chapter being posted I do get lazy with it but I do get around to everyone eventually!

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In another life maybe you and i will be walking down the aisle in white (The Old Guard (Movie 2020)) (18,264 words) lol It's got MCD in it cause I was #coping after losing my grandmother. It was really well received though

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhmaaaa....Kfak WILL be?? probably????? Or Little Beasts AU but im so far out from finishing that. The first two endings are pretty emotionally ambiguous I wouldn't quite call them happy.....so maybe

Oh Captain, My Captain! (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) (1,612 words) (wolfstar) even though its angsty and kinda implying Remus is dying lmfao

do you get hate on fics?

I got like one comment on a recent chapter that I wasn't sure was hate but otherwise no not really! People seem to receive my stuff really well

do you write smut?

LOL if you asked me four months ago I would have said no <3

craziest crossover?

I don't really do or read crossovers! I did a few years ago start concepting a Wolfstar x Eastern Promises au though

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! I've had art stolen though. Someone even got it tattooed without my permission which pissed me off pretty bad lol

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah I have lol. I orphaned it though cause the fellow author and I had a massive falling out over Peter fucking Steele of all things

all time favorite ship?

Always and forever Malec from The Mortal Instruments (BOOK ONLY) or DaveKat (Homestuck)

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I started a really fucking awesome supernatural horror that took place in rural Maine for Wolfstar as well as actually a Fae/WWII au (inspired by the Bastogne episode of BOB) that I will not be finishing for... reasons.

The ringing in Remus’ ears is so loud he almost doesn’t hear Sirius. There’s a sharp pain on his tongue, rot and muck coating his taste buds. He cannot breathe, his hands shake. He thinks he may be making a noise. In his head there is a voice. His mothers his voice except he doesn't have a mother does he? Not since he was seventeen and whole. His mother’s voice crooning in his ear as she once did around the green 1960’s kitchen.

There’s a bird who sits on a tower. There’s a bird who sits on a tower - who sits on a tower, with beady eyes so clever.

Where did that scar come from?

“А bird who sits on a tower…” He mutters. 

“Pardon?” Sirius asks, snapping Remus out of his thoughts. 

He starts. 

The cabin is up ahead, peeking between the snowy trees like a warm wooden refuge and even at the sight of it Remus feels an uncurling of nerves in his gut. His flesh settles back onto his bones and the ringing eases back to a manageable level. He watches a sodden bloody bee drag her dying body across the dashboard. 

“Cults...you were saying?” - Factis ut credam facis

-

“Hello there Sir Raven.” He says with a chuckle “I don’t suppose you’re one of the King’s are you? Or Churchill perhaps. That would be quite a long way to travel.” 

Sirius puffs up his feathers and clacks his beak at the Man because even though he didn’t quite understand what the Man meant, he knew a compliment when he heard one. Bravely, he hops closer, the warnings of his parents and even of James ringing in his ears. But the shiny thing is dangling free and curious from the Man's neck and he must know what it is. 

“Haha. What a handsome fellow, handsome indeed. Much more well fed than we all are.” The Man laughs, setting aside his Paper and rummaging around in his Clothes. “Still, I bet pickings are getting a bit slim nowadays, even for a clever old Raven. Have you had digestives before?” 

He holds out a hand, nearly as large as Sirius himself and as elegant and pretty as the branches of a willow. All of the Man was like a tree, sharp lines and slightly less sharp curves. There was something in his hand, sweet-smelling and crumbly. Sirius turns his head first one way then the other, regarding the hand with both beady eyes as the warnings of his people ring in his ears. James' voice be careful plays at the forefront and he shakes out his wings in irritation. Man would catch him. Man would hurt him. Capture him and take him away never to be seen again like his Uncle Alphard. Man did not understand magic and magic did not like Man and so Sirius too, did not like Man. Men who burned and tore apart forests, who killed his kinfolk and killed animals and killed each other. And really, Sirius just wanted to understand. It could not be this man, with his quiet words and his offer of food who had destroyed his people. Surely there were other men, cruel men, who had done this and so it would be okay for Sirius to be brave and a little bold. 

“That’s a handsome old boy.” The Man whispers. 

Well that does it then, surely no evil Man would notice how beautiful I am. He must be like my other man with the Paper. Sirius thinks, leaping into the air just long enough to snatch the prize from the Man’s hand and retreat far enough away to devour the sweet treat with his clever beak. It was delicious, dry and crumbly and so sweet that it makes him shiver. He hops boldly onto the Man’s hand, searching for the last crumbs of the food between the cracks and crevices of his skin. - untitled WWII/Fae fic

what are your writing strengths?

Apparently heartwrenching angst <3

what are your writing weaknesses?

I think i don't linger over things long enough, I feel like i can dive more deeply into feelings and scenes if I just stopped and contemplated over them lol

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I think when done right it adds a lot! I like when authors put the translations at the bottom of the fic/chapter though

first fandom you wrote in?

ouughaaa Probably Maximum Ride back in the late aughts

favorite fic you've written?

Sorry y'all it's definitely Kingdom for a Kiss haha

[here2bbtstrash]

your votes are in! part 2 survey results ✨

i asked, and y'all answered!!! 👀

as mentioned a few times before, the survey is not closed - i won't update it with new works moving forward, but i will keep an eye on it if anyone decides to run back and add votes! so please don't feel like it's too late, esp if you're new and still catching up on the porn (there is A LOT of porn. pls take your time and stay hydrated okay 😵‍💫)

but since it's been about a week, and new votes have slowed down, i thought it'd be fun to do a reveal of the top 10 results as things currently stand! sticking them below the cut - join me, won't you? 🍷

at #10, with 40 votes, we have... moving day! i was honestly surprised to see this one crack the top 10, but i should know better than to underestimate the yoongi hoes at this point. y'all love your delusional long-haired boyfie content, and who am i to deny you that??

at #9 (my lucky number 👀), with 42 votes, we have... it's sweet! shocked to see a fluff fic crack the top 10 honestly, but let's be real, the taehyung hoes are THIRSTY (anyone who follows jai already knows this 😂) - i promise i'll write more for y'all soon, and that the next one will actually feature smut!!!

at #8, with 43 votes, we have... park and ride! (and technically also its sequel, five minutes!) y'all really said give us a part three mother 😭 and jokes on you because i have an idea for a part three *and* a part four for these two. you'll never be free of them lmao!!

at #7, with 45 votes, we have... the spins! i'm happy to see this one here!! i love this couple and i've wanted to do a sequel for them for AGES, though i swear my idea for what i actually want to do changes every few months 😂 guess i gotta decide on one!!!

at #6, with 51 votes, we have... sunday! idk why i didn't expect this one to rank omg!! i don't feel like i write jin particularly well, and i especially thought that level of BDSM would be too much for some 🙈 but i have learned y'all are freaks who like crying during sex.... huh...... DULY NOTED 👀📝

halfway there, time for the big hitters! at #5, with 54 votes, we have... party on you! ahhhhh this one makes me happy to see 🥲 forever AMAZED and ECSTATIC that my most popular fic on this blog is a hoseok fic!!! i want to write a million billion more hobi things this year, and i will certainly see what i can do about circling back to these two cuties. at the very least there shall be more ass-eating in 2023!! 🎉🍑

at #4, with 58 votes, we have... deep end! joon hoes with TWO appearances on the board, we love to see it 👏 i loooove that y'all are down not only for period smut, but for some of the risks i took with using more flowery/poetic language in this one! i had so much fun trying something new, i'd love to revisit this couple and that writing style again!!

at #3, with 59 votes, we have... two in one! y'all. no. i'm shook. wig FLEW, wig in the STRATOSPHERE. say WHAT?!?!?! the first fic i ever posted on this blog, my most self-indulgent work (actually it might not be the Most lmfao but it's UP THERE) - i'm. NUMBER THREE?!?!??! okayokayokay 👀 i see y'all 👀 we're gonna have a verrrrry fun jihope month next month aren't we?!?! 😈

at #2, with 65 votes, we have... the shape of your body! oh man 🥺 i'm almost, like, emotional to see this one rank so high. this fic is so so personal and dear to me, and was a BIG leap for my writing in a lot of ways. the fact that the response has been so overwhelmingly positive, and that so many of y'all read all 24,000 words of that fic and said you want MORE. i can never put into words how much that means to me 🙇‍♀️ it's hard for me to think of a whole plot for a sequel - bc i wrote so damn much already 😂 but lemme see what i can do to at least cook up a drabble or two (if you have ideas, keep 'em in your back pocket for jihope month 👀)

and finally... at #1... with 70 votes... no one is surprised 😂 - it's drip! ahhhhh squirt god min yoongi. we meet again. i will never live this fic down lmfaoooo. and funny... doesn't he have a birthday coming up soon? i could've sworn... 👀💦💦💦

alright besties!!! i'd love to know your thoughts!!! any surprises? any you're happy to see?? anything that didn't make the list that you're about to get out the torches and pitchforks over??? i wanna hear it all, so drop me a comment or an ask and let me knoooow!! 🎤💜

(for me, it's babygirl missing out on the top 10 by two votes... but it's fine i'm fine... 😭)

also can i just say - look at y'all, getting ALL OF OT7 ON THE BOARD??? we fucking love to see it!!! equal opportunists on this blog! yaaaaaaas porn for everybody!!! 👏👏👏

[gamerwoo]

hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers, getting over a ‘breakup’, sort of angst but also not???? it’s not fluff tho either idk what this is lmfao, mentions of sexting but nothing happens

word count: 1,153

summary: well i know when you’re around ‘cause i know the sound; i know the sound of your heart

tag list: @anissanightyoung @aceofvernons @mythicalamphitrite @caratluvie @juliettechokilo @liemwantstosleep @rubyreduji @ohchangyu @mingyublues @kamalymaly​  @minluvly​ @honeyylin​ @miki-chi​ @heemingyu​ @noraehey​ @awkwardnesshabitat​ @floweryjessy​ @woozarts​ @anothershorthuman​ @shuabby1994​ @vernxnsfool​ @ti--red​ @etaerealboy​ @plants-w0rld​ @futuristiccomputerkitten-blog​ (if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please fill out this form!!!)

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

previous song | next song | back to playlist

It was kind of embarrassing that the social media app you spent the most free-time on was tiktok, but it also came in handy. For instance, you always got videos of your own group on your four you page, and you were nothing if not your group’s biggest fan. And it was because one of those edits that you re-discovered a song you were absolutely obsessed with back when it first came out.

The Sound by The 1975 was a critical song in your music history. It actually got you through some weird situationship that you had with someone where all the two of you really did was send nudes and inappropriate messages to each other, and then said person ghosted you. Looking back on it, the whole thing was pretty stupid and insignificant, but it meant a lot to you at the time since you were still young and had only been out of high school for like, 2 years. You thought maybe hearing the song again was going to bring back those bad feelings and memories, but it was so long ago that you just saw the song as catchy and nostalgic. 

The first day you’d re-discovered the song, you played it during your entire break during rehearsals, and even walking down the hall to go get the takeout you’d ordered for lunch.

‘And I know when you’re around ‘cause I know the sound; I know the sound of your heart.’

“Hi, _____.”

Hearing another voice in the hallway, you looked up from your phone, stopping your humming. Your eyes skimmed across three people that you obviously recognized but hadn’t seen in a couple months -- since the award show: Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Hansol. The voice that had spoken up was definitely Mingyu’s, and he gave you a small smile and a little wave. Wonwoo seemed a little uncomfortable as he smiled and bowed his head toward you, and you couldn’t really tell what Hansol was feeling as he mimicked Wonwoo’s actions.

“Hey,” you replied with a half-smile of your own and a nod of your head before carrying on to get your food.

You went back to humming, obvious to the pair of eyes that lingered on your back.

-

“Break time?”

Hoseok turned to look at Soey, who seemed to somehow be the most exhausted out of the six of you. He seemed unamused, despite her hands on her knees to keep her from falling over, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, and the fact she was panting.

“Please?” she tried again. “I’m begging.”

Hoseok was always a super nice guy, but when it came to practicing, you quickly learned he took it very seriously. He didn’t let up on anyone, and that included you, Mira, and Soey. 

The three of you, plus Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook were doing a collab stage for a charity concert both of your groups were lined up to perform at. It was supposed to me a mix of one of your songs and one of theirs, and you were excited to have been chosen to be apart of it. But now you were kind of worried that Hoseok might kill you before you even got to perform.

Finally Hoseok sighed, “15 minutes.”

On the spot, Soey collapsed into a heap on the floor with a groan of, “Thank you.”

“I think Taehyung might fistfight you if you break his girlfriend,” Jimin mused as he stared down at the younger girl on the hardwood.

Hoseok shrugged, “Get a tougher girlfriend.”

“I...have...asthma,” she explained between pants, trying to catch her breath.

Mira walked over after grabbing her inhaler from her practice bag and leaned over to give it to her, “She’ll live. She’s always overdramatic about it when she wants a break.”

Water bottles and snacks were passed around, the six of you sat around together on the floor, and Soey eventually stopped dying. Then it left all of you to talk, mostly about things going on in your lives since you didn’t often get to catch up with their group despite Soey and Taehyung’s relationship.

“Are you the one that showed Soey that song she keeps singing?” Jungkook suddenly asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“The Sound?” Soey asked.

“Yeah, she keeps singing it at the dorm but it’s not...real words,” he giggled.

She rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied, “I’m so sorry I don’t know English.”

“_____’s been playing it non-stop for the last like, 2 weeks,” Mira nodded, seeming annoyed and tired. “It’s gotten stuck in everyone’s head and our dorm sounds like bad, drunk karaoke.”

“So what does it actually sound like?” Hoseok wondered.

So you connected to the speakers and started playing the song for them. Mira and Soey had heard it enough times that they went on their phones, while the three boys sat back and simply listened, commenting things about the beat and what the lyrics meant here and there.

‘It's not about reciprocation it's just all about me; a sycophantic, prophetic, Socratic junkie wannabe.’

“I don’t even know what any of those words mean,” Mira mumbled, still scrolling on her phone.

“That’s 15,” Hoseok suddenly said in the middle of the song. “Start cleaning up and we’ll get back to it after the song ends.”

Hoseok stood and began collecting water bottles, so Mira helped him go put them away. Jungkook started taking everyone’s trash from their snacks to throw away. You and Jimin stood to help a complaining Soey get back on her feet.

And then the door opened.

‘You're so conceited, I said that I love you, what does it matter if I lie to you?’

Six pairs of eyes met two. Then five turned to look at you.

“Oh, s-sorry. We thought the room was empty.”

‘I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're through.’

Hansol and Soonyoung had opened the door to the practice room, only to see the six of you inside.

Hoseok opened his mouth, assuming he should be the one to handle it, but he was cut off before he could say anything.

“That’s okay,” you gave them a reassuring smile. “No worries.”

Hansol’s eyes seemed to widen slightly before he slowly nodded, “R-right...”

‘So don’t you tell me that you just don’t get it, ‘cause I know you.’

“Sorry again!” Soonyoung chirped before he grabbed Hansol by the shoulder and pulled him out of the room, letting the door close behind them.

You turned back to Soey, “Are you getting up or what?”

The girls knew you were basically over what had happened. You didn’t seem to get sad anymore, and you never brought the situation up. But the three boys looked around at each other, wondering if they were supposed to say something.

“What do you guys look so scared for?” Mira chuckled.

Hoseok shook his head, “Nothing. C’mon, back to practice.”

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Writing Meme: First Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @zanarkandfayth, thank you so much - this is such a cool concept for a tag game and I was super excited to do it, but by the time I would've been free, I'd totally forgotten, lol. Really appreciate the tag <3

I considered my Love List project one of the "last 10" fics because it's the latest I updated, but I'm going to pick the opening line from the first chapter even though the chapters are technically all just oneshots - but I wanted to have at least one older thing in there since the other 8 are just going to be Whumptober which was written last October.

I also added a honorary +1 because I wanted to include something not FFXV and there's really only one fic I've written recently to which that applies, lol

Ignis brought his hand up to his face again to rub at his eyes for what must’ve been the third time within the past fifteen minutes. Gods, he was so tired, all he wanted was to lie down and get some sleep. if something comes on the way (we face it as one)

Prompto learns a lot of new things about his friends once they’re stuck practically in each other’s laps twenty-four hours a day. at first light

Noct isn’t quite sure how they ended up like this. Prompto’s his best friend and arguably the person he feels most comfortable discussing stuff with, but Noct’s famously terrible at talking about his feelings in any way, even to Prompto. Emptiness

The sight of Ravus crouching next to Ignis makes Gladio’s heart skip a beat. His hand itches to reach for his sword, but Ravus rises and stalks past him without a word. Bridal Carry

Prompto awakens to a world of pain. "What happened to me?"

Gladio is a protector, born and bred. "You'll have to go through me."

Gladio has had scars for as long as Noct can remember. Scars

“What the hell is up with you?” Gladio snaps when Ignis loses his footing and just barely avoids Gladio’s blade, for the third time. “If you’re not up for training, just say so! Better than letting yourself get cut in half by my sword.” Working to Exhaustion

Noct wakes up in darkness and blinding agony. Buried Alive

It would be a bit self-centered to say Ignis and Gladio were the ones who raised Noct. His mother passed away when Noctis was less than a year old, but he still has his father who loves him dearly. He had nannies, tutors, people who took care of him and made sure he was fed, clothed, and prepared to handle anything that was expected of a young prince. Neglect

Yuki frowns. if you're here, if i'm with you

Lmfao, there's a pattern here alright - 8 out of 11 start with a character's name. That's really interesting actually, I never noticed I was doing that! Unfortunately most of these were written very recently and a lot of them within the same month, so there's not much change to be observed here, but it was still neat to see that there is a pattern, even if it's an unconscious one.

This was super fun, thanks again fayth for the tag! Had a blast with this <3<3

Tagging: See, here's the thing... there's not all that many people I talk to anymore, and I'm not at all sure anymore who is and isn't a writer at this point, so I'm not going to tag anyone specifically. BUT! I really, really enjoy reading these because it IS super interesting, so if you want to do this, please do, and please please tag me in it so I can read it!

[celestie0]

ELLIE i didn’t know you wanted to go to med school 😍 what a smartie pants

if you need help with apps or anything pls lmk i might even come off anon for you 🫢 because i just got accepted this cycle!

- 🐝 anon

OMG HIIIII BABY AAA I ACTUALLY GOT INTO THIS CYCLE TOO <333 got news from my 1st 4th choice school a few months ago 😭💕 CONGRATS TO US THO WHAT A FUCKIGN TREACHEROUS JOURNEY can officially burn my kaplan books LMFAO

i was sooo fuckin nervous cuz i only got four secondaries (applied to like 25 schools lmfao) and two interviews but🤞🏼😍 you just need one to accept ya‼️🤪 hope cycle wasnt too stressful for you like it was for me 😭😭

oh jk i just checked i applied to 18 schools lol but still that secondsry to schools ratio had me sweating but it might be cuz i took the mcat in early july and was waiting on that score 😭😭 omg the MESS & anxiety i experienced last year

thank uuu tho dear yea apps were rough i wldnt have been able to do them without help fs 😭 omg how excitinf we’re gonna be the same graduating class :””)

- ellie 🌸

[yatgb]

Seven Sentence Sunday babeyy

bc i have these wips im rotating on constant loop and i need to scream while im finishing them. None of them are even named yet ill cross that bridge when i get to it and yea theyre BOTH splatoon. Omg no way who would have guessed

thank u @theghostofashton for technically tagging me and also giving me inspo to do this <3 (and also, in true inspired-by-neha fashion, neither of these are 7 sentences LMFAO)

Fic 1; agent 8 angst (eighngst if you will) with a side of agent24

A gust blows into her face, spraying salt onto her tentacles and the call of night-time seagulls into her ears. A cool feeling washes over her, as she closes her eyes and tucks her knees to her chest. It's a sense of calm. The kind that loosens the vice grip around her ribcage and makes her relax into the weight of gravity. The waves make a nice sound, too. A gentle shushing in her ears, as if it's the ocean telling her don't cry, you're alright. Everything is okay now. Shh, shh… The sand is crunchy under her hands, and the dry grains sift through her fingers and leave a cool sensation between them. If the earth was a little softer, Eight could imagine sleeping here.  The sand crunches behind her. Someone else's footsteps. "Figured you'd be here." Eight bit her cheek, curling in on herself. A pang of guilt jabbed at her chest; she didn't tell anyone where she went before she left.  Three took another crunchy step closer, flip flops slapping against their feet. "Are you alright?" They asked. "Sorry," Eight blurted, crossing her arms over her knees. "Someone got worried, didn't they?" Three snuffed, something of a laugh. "Eh, Four just gets worried easily. He figured you went somewhere, but you don't really have a phone he could call." Right. She still hadn't gotten a phone. That should probably happen soon. She could only rely on her laptop for so much. "...Yeah. I, um… I will be going home soon, I just… needed some of the time alone." "Oh, you're good." She could feel the smile in their voice. "Don't rush, I can just tell 'im where you been." Their feet crunched on the sand. "Should I, um… d'you want me to leave?" Eight's hearts thumped in her chest. They're asking to stay? She kind of wanted them to. The ocean was a fine friend, but Three was also a comforting presence. "You… can stay. If you want to."

Fic 2: agent 8 and 4 being goofy roommates in honor of pride month

"Hey, Callum?" Eight called over her shoulder. "Yo!" Callum answered from the kitchen. "Quickest of questions." She turned in her seat, looking back to find him coming into the living room with a bendy straw stuck into a glass soda bottle. "Is today special somehow?" Callum's eyemask scrunched in thought. He tugged at the sleeve of his T-shirt, blowing bubbles into his straw. "Hmmm… I don't think so. What do you mean?" Eight tapped her fingers on the edge of the couch. "Well, Pearl has been going… the nuts on Splitter. More than usual." She squinted at her Splitter feed again, and refreshing the page found a new post. PEARLOTH: happy girlcock wednesday to all who celebrate ❤️❤️ and sis im ALL about the confetti

"And… she keeps using words I do not know yet."

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

Get to know me 

tagged by the wonderful and amazing @petrowriting!! thank you <3

Share your wallpaper: 

This one’s my home screen, I took a photo of a cabbage when I was like 12 years old and did something to invert the colours and have had it ever since lmao. My lockscreen is this fanart of Will Graham because it’s amazing and gorgeous and I’m obsessed with it

The last song you listened to: Through Me (The Flood) also by Hozier alksdaslkdhf. i’ve been obsessing so much it’s such a good song. i have maybe described listening to this song as a religious experience too many times for someone who has never had an actual literal religious experience 

Currently reading: 100 pages into the Red Dragon book and it is a trip lmfao. it’s so fun seeing the ways the dialogue was repurposed, and the prose is wow, but ohhh boy. thomas harris. babe. get help<3

Last movie: Jane Austen Book Club! i love grigg very much despite his stupid name. gonna start alternating between hugh dancy and mads’s movies bc I’ve been doing that accidentally I think lmao. Last three movies I did went like Confessions of a Shopaholic -> Charlie Countryman -> Jane Austen Book Club. but on the other hand I deeply need to watch like four hugh dancy movies as soon as possible for emotional reasons 

Craving: For it to be like a week from now so I’m healed from my wisdom teeth surgery. also to have no work or responsibilities for a month and just be able to write and read hannigram fics aslkdf. 

What are you wearing right now: this is my first time not being in pyjamas since getting the aforementioned wisdom teeth out lmfao. black pants and dark blue t-shirt

How tall are you: 5’3 </3

Piercings: love the aesthetic yet terrified of getting it done and also them catching on things. I got these clip-on gothic glow-in-the-dark dragon earrings a bit ago from a targeted instagram ad (my first and last time ever doing so) because I have zero impulse control, and they broke immediately. 

Tattoos: none, but have been microwave-spinning the concept of getting a hannibal tattoo since I watched. the heart from primavera would be so cool

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses, my eyesight is deeply blurry without them

Last drink: classic water, big big fan of the stuff. reminds me of nbc hannibal because because there was water in the show a lot

Last show: watched two episodes of The Last of Us at like 5am yesterday, it was great. also perpetually rewatching hannibal by getting everyone I know to watch, and then watching with them

Last thing you ate: soft tofu in broth. there are, not a lot of vegan post-wisdom-tooth food options (also I’m very picky lmao), so I’ve been rotating between that, vegan ice cream, mashed potatoes, and vegetable smoothie for like 3 days. 

Favorite color: ohhh this is painful, is it a cop-out to say all of them? Big big fan of purple, orange with purple, green, and blue. 

Current obsession: it’s been hannibal and nothing else for 9 months now, and im going strong

Unrelated obsession: not sure if this counts exactly but there’s a writing app where you set a timer and start typing, and if you stop typing for longer than 5 seconds it deletes everything, and it’s so cool. I’ve been calling it stream-of-consciousness writing in my head for like a year bc it’s like a personal stream-of-consciousness even though ik that is not how to use that term alksfhd. I do 3 or 5 minute sprints and store them in one document, then have a second document where I edit and refine, and for a few I’ve put them side to side and colour-coded all my changes and it’s so fun

Any pets: two cats! Miles, my grey one, is extremely sweet, and possibly too smart for his own good. My other one Chico has a very adorable snaggle-tooth, and is incredibly stupid <3. he’s very bad at knowing what direction he’s going or recognizing any parts of the world around him and I love him very much.

Do you have a crush on anyone?: only in that vague abstract way, almost without direction, catching little wisps of the concept of the feeling from scattered bits of interactions with the world around me

Favorite fictional character: im absolutely refusing to choose between hannibal and will so im listening them both and you can’t stop me

The last place you traveled: i’ve literally gone nowhere since the pandemic started </3. i’m in Canada and the furthest I’ve been is just one city to another in the same province like 1.5 hours away. Hopefully going to Italy in the summer though!!

Tagging: @stranded-labyrinth, @valentinsylve, @elvislefilm, @disaster-vampire, @sacha-da-1, @dreamed-itself-waking, @em0fagz, @cannibaltranssexual, @hisjimct, @im-urchin, @ghostforwhat, @f0undationsofd3cay, @det395, @a-pigeons-soliloquy, @mysterist, and anyone else who wants to!

zero pressure, also i’m always v forgetful with tagging so if i missed anyone sorry and ily! 

[marvel-writer-101]

Assumed Dead

Pietro x Reader

Word count: 1809

Author notes: this is the longest oneshot i have ever written lmfao

About two months ago you were sent on a mission at a HYDRA base. You, Steve, and Nat were sent. You were supposed to retrieve classified files about weapons and secret bases. Only two of you guys came back. You weren't one of them.

Lets take a step back for a moment though, to before the mission. You and Pietro had met via Wanda thinking you would be a good match for each other.

I mean, she wasn't wrong, but neither of you wanted to admit it. Wanda heard her brother's rambling about you and Nat heard yours about him. A few weeks of flirting and pissing the two off eventually led you two to dating.

You loved Pietro and he loved you back. When you broke the news that you'd be gone for a few months he begged you not to go. But you had to, you promised that the moment you got back you would hang out with him for the whole day.

Now, the mission.

The three of you split up once you got to the base.

Bad.

Idea.

You each found rooms with the information you were looking for. In the middle of it, though, one of the HYDRA members that hadn't been killed, found one of the bombs at the base.

In short, the base blew up while only you were about to leave.

Steve and Natasha searched the rubble endlessly for any sign of you. After a few days of searching, they gave up.

The mission was supposed to last at least four months. It was cut in half because one agent was left alive accidentally.

On the way back home, Nat and Steve had to figure out how to break the news to everyone. They knew Pietro would be heartbroken.

Steve called Fury to inform him about the situation.

"Rogers why are you calling me?! You're on a mission!"

"It... Got cut short.."

"What do you mean.." The concern in Fury's voice was evident after the sadness in Steve's.

"Someone blew up the base.."

Silence came from the other end.

Natasha spoke up, "Y/n.. Didn't make it out.."

Before Fury could respond Steve chipped in again, "Please dont tell the team. We'll do it when we get back.."

"Did you find the body?" It was a question that needed to be asked for legal purposes.

"No.." Natasha said, her voice shakey.

"Alright. I'll send out a team to look for it. Get home safe."

"Mhm.. Bye.."

"Goodbye."

Click

With that, the two broke down into tears.

Eventually they texted the team that they were on their way home, that they had gotten done with the mission early and to be in the meeting room once they got there.

About 3 hours later, they arrived back at the tower. They both took a minute to clean themselves up before walking to the meeting room.

The two each took a breath before opening the door.

In the room was Clint, Bucky, Tony, Pietro, Wanda, and Bruce.

"Welcome bac-" Pietro cut himself off, noticing that one of the three were missing, and noticing the sad looks on the two that were there. 

It only took about 10 seconds for him to speak up again and ask the two the dreaded question.

"Where's Y/n..?"

Steve instantly began to cry again. Natasha shook her head for a moment before just saying, "I'm sorry.."

Everyone's eyes went wide and filled with tears. Pietro's heart shattered.

He began to sob, mumbling "no no no no no no..."

( this font is for you

This font is for the team : )

Despite some serious injuries, you were alive. When the base exploded, you got sent flying back quite a bit.

Where the base was, there was a crap ton of snow that recently fell, so your black outfit stuck out like a sore thumb.

Turned out not to be so bad.

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Wanda tried to hug her brother, but he ran off to his room.

At this point every one in the room was crying.

Natasha was being hugged by Clint, Steve hugged by Bucky.

Wanda had her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. For her it was a mix of missing you, and her brother being so heart broken.

Tony and Bruce headed off to their labs to cry by themselves.

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You had a major concussion, your left wrist was sprained, you had a gash on your right shoulder, and your right leg was broken.

The concussion gave you horrible coordination, so you fell over quite a few times while trying to find anything or anyone.

You had seen your two friends leave, so you couldn't exactly look for them. Though you knew how Fury operated. He'd send out a search team for you, or rather your body as you were presumed dead.

A few days later, that's exactly what happened.

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Pietro hadn't come out of his room. Everyone was worried about him and mourning over you.

Wanda left food and water out his door that every day would get taken in at some point.

Steve and Natasha felt guilty even though they couldn't have done anything to save you. They didn't know about the bomb or the random agent that was still alive.

Fury felt guilty for sending you. He knew there were bombs there and knew you wouldn't leave until you got what you went there for.

You were the one who held the team together. The one who congratulated Bucky when he remembered something new. The one who stopped Steve and Tony's fighting. The one who helped the science bros with things when they couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. You stopped dumb fights over movies and whatnot. You were one of the only people there that knew how to comfort everyone if they had a nightmare. The one who helped Wanda with her powers. The one who sparred with everyone to help their fighting style get better. The one who baked cookies and pies to cheer the others up after a failed mission.

With you gone, the team fell apart. Steve and Tony fought more than they ever had.

Science bros rarely had the motivation to finish any projects.

Wanda didn't practice her powers anymore.

No one comforted each other when nightmares hit.

It was chaotic without you.

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Three days after Steve and Natasha left, Fury's search group showed up.

They found you quite quickly considering your outfit and the blood trail that started whenever you fell over.

Once the searchers found you, still alive nonetheless, you were rushed to the hospital.

You were suffering from hypothermia, your injuries had gotten worse other than the concussion, which actually kind of started to get better.

You requested to not tell the team that you were alive. You wanted to surprise them once you got better.

After about a week in the hospital, you were free to head back to the tower. You had stitches on your shoulder, surgery on your leg followed by a cast and crutches, a brace on your arm, and a nearly healed concussion.

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Pietro had finally come out of his room and sat on the couch for most of the day, watching Steve and Tony fight.

Everyone else was in the vicinity, Natasha and Wanda in the kitchen, Clint and Bruce were sitting near Pietro, and Bucky was poorly trying to stop the never ending fight.

Over all the yelling, no one heard you come up the elevator. Upon taking a few steps out you shouted over the two.

"Damn! You guys were so loud you woke the dead!"

It went silent.

Natasha covered her mouth in shock.

Wanda peaked her head into the room and her jaw dropped.

Tony and Steve stopped yelling and just stared at you.

Pietro ran up to you and hugged you a bit too tightly.

"T-too tight my love.."

He let go of you and started crying again. This time happy tears.

By this point, it had been over 3 months since anyone saw you alive, other than Nat and Steve, for them it was only two weeks, but it still felt like an eternity.

Pietro helped you walk back to the couch, aka, he picked you up and ran back there to sit you down.

Your head spun a bit. "Pietro, I love you, but please, let's not do that for a bit.."

By now everyone was in the living room, staring at you.

"Okay geez what's with the staring? It's kinda weird." You rolled your eyes.

"Angel, for the past.. Like.. Month, we thought you were dead. It's kinda weird to just.. See you again."

You explained what had happened to you. How you had multiple injuries. How you nearly bled out multiple times. Then you mentioned that you purposefully didn't inform them that you were alive.

"WE WEREN'T TOLD ON PURPOSE?!" Pietro shrieked like a little kid seeing their parents kiss.

"Love, too loud, I literally just said that I still have a concussion."

"Sorry, but still!"

"I wanted to surprise you guys. I knew you thought I was dead, hell, I saw Steve and Natasha's faces when they gave up looking for me. I could barely see them but the look of defeat was obvious."

The room went as quiet as it had been when your 'death' was announced.

"Aaaaanyway! I can see the tower has gone to chaos while I was gone!" You broke the silence, trying to lighten the mood, "Tony and Steve apologize to each other for whatever crap you were fighting about."

They just glared at you. You jabbed both of them in the shins with your crutches. Then they gave each other a half assed apology, but it was good enough for you.

"How about we watch a movie!" You smiled, figuring it'd be a nice way to get back with everyone.

Pietro grabbed the remote and handed it to you. Lucky for you, the brace was on your dominant hand, mixed with the passing concussion, you dropped the remote multiple times.

"I swear to god if I drop this one more time trying to get to this movie I'm gonna-" With that, you drop it again.

Pietro laughs a bit, then helps you put on your favorite movie. You give him a kiss on the cheek, which he quickly turned into one on the lips.

"Get a room!" Wanda said, chucking a pillow at her brother. He caught it and threw it back at her.

As the movie started, you and Pietro cuddled closely together, you had to work around the cast and brace, but the two of you made it work.

As you started to fall asleep, you smiled to yourself before looking at Pietro and whispering, "I kept my promise.."

[bright-and-burning]

Re: your iron deficiency saga. First, I'm so sorry you've been cursed with a doctor like that. It's the absolute worst to not be taken seriously by a medical professional whose job is to take patients concerns seriously and treat them accordingly.

Do you have any option at all to go to other doctors? Like, have other people assess the situation or something so that you can find someone who actually does their job? I had a similar problem recently (other symptoms, but also a doctor that was not taking necessary action) and I ended up consulting four different doctors in my area until I found someone that actually heard me out and while it was exhausting, I am so glad I did it because I'm now getting the treatment I need. I don't know if it works like this in the US, so sorry if this completely useless to you. Either way, I hope you can figure out a good solution!

thank anon <3 i can shop around (i actually pay quite a bit more for insurance each month to have that ability lol) but the wait times for doctors rn are EGREGIOUS (and i don’t know what im doing… the us healthcare system is literally like. i feel like a character in a greek myth being punished for my hubris. just trying to do normal stuff 😭) and the idea of waiting 1-3 months to see someone just for them to also dismiss my concerns.. i would set a building on fire. i genuinely liked her a Lot prior to this, she took some other concerns of mine seriously and got me scheduled for a lot of things i was hella behind on (and she had good bedside manner which was very important to me lol) so im hoping she clutches up in the end so i don’t have to go through the search all over again only three months after finding her

my doctor did say she wanted to make an appointment to discuss my symptoms (which is better than fully dismissing me out of hand, even if i’m still mad she called my iron results “great” when they’re like. objectively not), im just waaaay worse at talking abt my concerns and being articulate enough to be understood on the spot. so im gonna schedule the appointment and bring citations lmfao