#so good lord please let me not just delete all the tags in an hour bc im ashamed

[moeblob]

Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. V

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: one/two swear words

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 1500

links: prev. | next

note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: a muffin never tasted so bittersweet

can you believe it’s been three years? i miss you army

you can’t help the bittersweet memories flooding your mind at jungkook’s tweet. it’s been such a long time since bangtan stood in front of their fans – performing their music to the people who adored them with all their hearts.

you, yourself, were part of this crowd, more times than your bank account wishes to remember. their stage presence was so enticing, so alluring, you could not not fall in love with them.

jungkook shared some pictures in his tweet, old photos of jin and him demolishing a plate of deep-dish pizza in chicago, of jimin and taehyung posing in front of their pop up store in seoul, and one with all four of them bowing to the crowd in tokyo dome.

there is a smile on your face – not because you think about their shared journey, but because your best friend chose photos of events that you attended. sure, you hadn’t known them back then. but it can’t be a coincident that you have similar pictures – granted from another perspective – on your own camera roll. it makes you miss him.

“what’s going on?”, yoongi asks as he slides your coffee across the table. your starbucks is full of people, but namjoon, yoongi’s dear friend, works here. so, there is always a spot cleared for you. you don’t mind the special treatment as you sip your white mocca.

“just thinking”, you mumble, warmed by the caffeine.

“that can’t be good”, he says and sips his iced americano. he looks as tired as you feel. yoongi is recording his second mixtape right now. so, after he finishes his work talking to people about their problems, he starts rewriting, taping, recording, mixing and editing. no wonder he looks like death.

“i have you know that i’m actually thinking 67 percent of the day.”

“that can’t be good as well, ______. please use your brain more often – it might evolve with training.”

you gap at his audacity. “you do know i’m not paying you to talk me down, right?”

yoongi’s eyes smile while his lips are still half asleep. “you’re not paying me right now, _____. we are just friends meeting up for coffee before we have to… be a part of the working class.”

“i still can’t believe i get to see beautiful, brilliant, boisterous butterflies”, you say. your friend answers with an unattractive snort as his hands move into his thick, bleached hair.

“and i can’t believe you’re getting paid to watch bonkers, brackish, boring butterflies.”

you look away as you see his biceps flex. when did get this muscular? it takes a second for you to register his insult. maybe you need another coffee before leaving.

“i do have to care about my class as well, yoongi. it’s not all sunshine and butterflies. it’s also children’s snot and education.” still, you’re not making eye contact. if this was a therapy session, he’d ask for you to look at him, to ask why you’re feeling uncomfortable. but here, you are… just his friend.

“your work is important, _____, i know”, yoongi answers honestly. he knows how much you love these animals and children. and it is a big deal that seoul’s butterfly exhibition opens up just for your excursion. it makes him happy to see you this excited.

“and because i know that, i’ll remind you that you had to leave three minutes ago.” what? your eyes rush to your watch, only to widen in surprise.

“damn it, namjoon”, you mutter. your barista friend did take a long time with your order.

“don’t blame joon, _____. we were the ones who missed the train”, your friend reminds you as you put on your jacket in a rush.

“less correcting me, more helping me, yoongi”, you shush at him and make a motion to your heavy bag right next to his chair. “come on.”

yoongi doesn’t know why he agreed to help you carry all the lunch packs to school, he really doesn’t. nevertheless, he gets up and slings the heavy bag onto his shoulder and grabs his half-finished drink.

“let’s go – teacher of the year.”

**

the exhibition is amazing. you feel true bliss walking around the nature themed rooms, all home to one of the most rare, beautiful creatures. the kids hang on their tour guide’s lips as she tells them interesting facts about butterflies.

your phone is a constant companion – the camera roll now filled with funny pictures for the moms and dads to enjoy at the next parent-teacher conference. there are even a few photos of just you with a pink butterfly resting on your shoulder. jisoo, your coworker, is an amateur instagrammer, so the results of her taking your pictures are… really flattering.

now, the kids enjoy their break before you guys leave to drive back to school.

“really, you amaze me, ___”, your coworker says as she sits next to you on the bench – eyes trained on your students chasing around the butterflies.

“why?”, you ask, your attention monopolized by the two boys in a heated exchange over their shared butterfly net.

“getting the exhibition to open up just for our class? after hours? without additional fees?”

you flinch at her words as your heartbeat quickens. “wha- what? jisoo? i-“, you start to stutter, “i thought… you organized that.”

there is a fruit basket waiting on her desk with a thank you note for all her planning. now jisoo, too, looks uncomfortable.

“i didn’t”, she says.

**

it takes you a long time before you reach out. the whole train ride was spent with a pro and contra list on your ipad. then, while you were making yourself a two-person bowl of ramen, you crafted more than one email, only to delete every attempt. you haven’t talked to jungkook for more than five days. that’s the longest period the two of you ever went without seeing each other.

there is still a tightness in your chest when you think about his insult that night on the terrace. at first, you weren’t sure if jungkook realized that he hurt you – admittedly you aren’t the best with communicating your feelings. but your cold responses to his texts the next day must have been enough of a red flag for him to act.

then came the gifts: a triple chocolate muffin, still warm, delivered to your home before you had to leave on monday.

on tuesday, there was a singed copy of the unreleased album from one of your favorite kpop groups.

the next day, there was a poem collection where he scribbled in some commentary. you nearly teared up at that because this used to be your ritual when you first got to know each other: lending books with marked and commented pages for the other to enjoy.

on thursday he was strangely silent – only a single daisy decorated your briefcase.

but now, on friday, he went out of his way to get your class into this exhibition. you don’t even want to think about what that must have cost him.

there is an uneasiness in your fingertips as you dial his number. for one fleeting moment you want to call your therapist instead. but you can’t… because you may have left your whole “cold-shoulder-to-jungkook”-move out of the last session. and you really can’t take yoongi’s probing right now.

he answers after seven rings, breathlessly happy.

“______”

you smile and it’s not uncomfortable.

“jungkook… you didn’t have to”, you greet him and can’t help the endearment in your voice. he picks up on that and chuckles.

“of course, i didn’t… i wanted to.”

“thank you”, you answer, “it was really the highlight of my week.”

you can hear his cockiness at your words. “better than stray kids’ new album?”

“better than your thoughts on contemporary poems”, you counter teasingly. then, there is a beat of silence.

“______”, jungkook begins, “i… i really didn’t want you to think i’m not … or that i wouldn’t… do anything for you. you mean so much to me… it’s a shame i have to prove it to you… it should be… obvious.”

you suck in air as if your life depends on it. his words warm your heart and his awkwardness makes you smile.

“i get that i wasn’t the best of friends… but i’ll improve – trust me!”, jungkook vows with fire in his voice. “the winter collection has been kicking my ass… my family has been nagging about christmas… and the wedding…”

there is a beat of silence you do not dare to interrupt. this is his moment, not your responsibility.

jungkook collects himself fast and continues. “i know how much you’ve done for this wedding, for me… for us… and i want to be more involved… i’ll be by your side for all of next week’s appointments. ms yang already cleared my schedule.”

jungkook wants… to be by your side when you talk to the dj? the cake decorator? when you finalize the seating chart? dear lord.

“let’s spend some quality time together, ____. just you and me… and the wedding.”

you cannot find the right responds as you gap silently into your phone. after a moment, another voice is heard through the speaker.

“ask her if she liked the muffin i baked her.” his fiancée’s words punch you in the gut without ill-intent.

___

hi guys! I hope you are doing well! i had to take my first covid test this week – it was negative but that’s an experience for itself, right? i hope you are healthy and you enjoyed this chapter. i’d really love to hear your thoughts! next up: junkook and the reader tackling some of the wedding preparation… love, dana

taglist: @livewittykid​  @thequeen-kat​ @kagami-s-void​ @goldenclosethobi​ @youwannabelostandnotbefound​ @jinsalpaca​ @bishuthot​ @laabellaavitaa21​ @baekstans​  @jalexad​

[deadlyglacier]

20 Questions tag~

I was tagged by @mythicamagic thank you senpai~<3

How many works do you have on AO3?

40 right now, plus 1 that is still hidden because of the SOFA Exchange event.  (I’m still a lil fish.)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

486,920!  That’s so amazing to me!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

InuYasha - A Feudal Fairytale (18)

FullMetal Alchemist (18)

Mass Effect Trilogy (3)

Let’s Play (Webtoon) (1)

Kingdom Hearts (1) But I hope to write for many more fandoms in the future!  I have ideas for fics for Castlevania, Skyrim, Fallout 4, Last of Us Part II, and more!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1.  Stardust FemShep/Garrus, Mass Effect Trilogy, Rated Explicit. A retelling of the Shepard/Vakarian love story, with lots (and LOTS) of sexiness, from Garrus' point of view. Starts from before the Omega-4 and will end sometime after the end of ME3. Trying to stay as true to the game as possible, while adding some things happening off camera and a new ending.

#2.  Flamingo Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome's method of beating the summer heat attracts a certain demon lord...

#3.  Hawk Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome and Sesshomaru discover they have a mutual attraction for each other after a battle and a slight comedic incident brings them together. At first their relationship seems entirely sexual, but eventually evolves into something real. What will this romance mean for Naraku? Or even the future?  *TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHAPTER 6! MAJOR VIOLENCE AND TRAGEDY* Very, very loosely based on "A Mere Digression" by elle6778

#4.  Daisy Sam/Charles, Let’s Play, Rated Mature Sam wakes up somewhere unfamiliar with a splitting headache with no memory of the night before. Takes place right after the S2 finale.  First chapter was my prediction for what would happen next, and then three other “wishful thinking” chapters happened, lol.

#5.  Chemistry Ed/Winry, FullMetal Alchemist, Rated Mature A look at how the relationship between Ed and Winry developed after Brotherhood ended.  Cute, sweet, funny, and hot (eventually—y'all that know me know I gotta have some NSFW in there).

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to respond to everyone, especially when a fic of mine has just been posted, but sometimes I just forget.  If I haven’t responded to your comment, please know it’s just because I’m a big dumb and forgot!  I love getting comments, and I reread them all the time!  I just feel like there’s a time limit to when I can respond to them--if I let too much go by, it’s awkward if I reply.  Gah, but that’s just me getting in my own head, I guess.  I’ll do better!

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

Oof, definitely Psychology, a fic I wrote for RoyEdOTPoly this year.  The prompt I got was dark, and I didn’t see any way around an angsty ending.  Read at your own risk!

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

Well, aside from the last fic, I try to write happy endings for all my fics!  But, if I have to name names, I’m torn between Zoology (another FullMetal Alchemist fic, RoyEd, for RoyEdOTPoly this year) and Stardust (my Mass Effect fic, which is long, but so worth it, in my opinion).  Both are very fluffy in the end!

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Argh...  I don’t really like crossovers, to be honest.  I actively avoid them when looking for fics to read.  But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of writing them myself.  (I’m a total hypocrite, I know.)  I had an idea for an Inuyasha x The Sims fic, years ago, that I never did anything with.  The premise was basically Inuyasha and Kagome would get trapped in the game somehow (via the jewel or magic or something), and they’d be controlled by Souta, Kagome’s friends, Hojo--all sorts of different people who think the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha are in the game is just some kind of silly mod.  I probably won’t write it, so if anyone is interested in that crazy idea, have at it!  You have my blessing. <3 I also have a crazy crossover idea for what I call an “Ultimate OT3″ of mine that I’ve mentioned to my friends, but I haven’t actually written down yet:  Sesshomaru/Alucard/Sebastian Michaelis.  So be on the lookout for that!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wouldn’t call it “hate” so much as “mansplaining,” but I have gotten a couple of comments that made my eyebrow twitch on Stardust--both on AO3 and FFN.  Just dudes (and I’m fairly certain they were dudes, just from their tone) trying to explain why a certain plot twist wouldn’t work, or tell me how to save Sidonis in the actual game (which I already knew, that person just didn’t read what I wrote). I’ve also gotten a comment on one of my more controversial fics, Hippology, on FFN, where the person asked me if I thought my summary was K-Rated (which, admittedly, it does need to be for the site, and mine wasn’t--because of a single word).  I changed it and messaged them saying it was fixed.  Going to that commenter’s profile, however, proved to be fairly enlightening...  They’re nuts.  They have another profile, too.  Read at your own risk.  Yikes. There’s also a team of people on FFN who make it their life’s mission to report stories with rule violations.  I’ve gotten a comment from one of them as well.  These people are not mods, they just like to pretend they are--one of them even made their name look official!  “CU Administration,” gtfo dude. I also recently got one of my fics removed from FFN.  It wasn’t even one of my sexiest ones!  They put me in timeout for 48 hours, and when I was finally able to publish something new on the site again, I posted Hippology (my centaur smut), and it’s still up as I type this.  (Wonder how long it’ll take them to notice?)  And since the fic that got taken down was a SessKag fic, I’m thinking it might have been a petty SessRinner who reported it to the “authorities” of FFN, because another friend of mine got hers taken down not long after mine, and it was also SessKag.  Just my tinfoil theory, anyway!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, yes, yes.  It’s practically all I write.  I do all sorts of smut, from romantic, sensual stuff, to specific kinks, to monsterfucking--all that good stuff.  Can’t change me~<3

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so.  No one has asked me if they can translate one, anyway.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet!  I’m open to the idea, and I’ve had little discussions with my fic-writing buddies about it, but nothing’s come out of it just yet.  Keep your eyes peeled!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh, now come on!  I can’t pick just one!  But I’ll give you a top 3 (in no particular order, because they change places a lot, depending on how obsessed I am with them at the moment). Inuyasha:  Sess/Kag FullMetal Alchemist:  Roy/Ed Mass Effect:  Garrus/FemShep

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

I have a couple of stories that I deleted from my original FFN account that I’d like to re-write and re-post on AO3, but I don’t think I’ll ever get around to it.  There were a couple of Inu/Kag fics I had in-progress, and then a Koug/Kag fic.  I recently rewrote and reposted my SessKag fic from years ago, Hawk, on FFN, AO3, and Dokuga!  So maybe all hope isn’t lost.  I’m even writing a sequel for Hawk! All the stories I have in-progress right now I plan on finishing.  At some point, lol.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, without a doubt.  It’s my favorite thing to write, aside from smut, of course--which is another strength of mine.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions, ugh.  I try to do them well, but I always feel like they get stale.  So I keep them somewhat vague, because in my mind, I think readers will fill in the gaps themselves whether you describe something immaculately or not--they’ll see what they want to see, and that is totally fine in my book!  Or maybe I’m just making excuses, lol.  I’ll only describe something in a lot of detail if I want the reader to focus on that--usually an outfit, accessory, or weapon--otherwise, I leave it up to their imagination (I don’t want manipulate it too much, I suppose).

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

Wildly unnecessary unless that author speaks the language as well, or if certain words already exist in the fandom’s translations (ex. “youkai,” “alkahestry,” etc).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha, and the fic(s) I wrote in the beginning were terrible.  I want to burn all traces of them off the face of the earth.  I was in middle school.  I was young and stupid.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I gotta go with Stardust.  It’s the longest fic I’ve ever completed at more than 160k words.  I was so immensely proud when I typed “The End,” and I was able to say to myself “I did it.”

I tag: @glassesmcfancyhair @willowsrain 

[absoluteindulgence]

How the Boys Give/Recieve

A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

Give:

My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!

Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).

After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).

He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams. 

When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.

This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.

“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”

Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.

His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.

He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.

His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."

Receive

He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey

He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.

He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING

It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.

He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.

Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.

He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense. 

Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.

Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn​ , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao

❄SHOUTO🔥

Give:

His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.

Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.

He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)

He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.

His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.

He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.

His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.

Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name. 

Receive

So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.

Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."

You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.

His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.

“You take me so well” headass

Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?

😈SHINSOU👿

Give:

Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.

He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.

"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)

Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.

Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.

Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"

He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.

Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.

Receive:

THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH

He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.

You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.

His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.

He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.

He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”

💥KATSUKI💥

Give:

Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?

He pays close attention to your reactions.

He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.

So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".

Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.

Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.

You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.

You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."

After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.

He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.

Receive:

He can be a real roughhouse at times

This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.

EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”

Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.

He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”

You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.

Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.

Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.

Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!

🌋EIJIROU🌋

Give:

This man is so fucking gentle.

The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.

Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.

He loves to leave you in a puddle.

Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.

Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.

He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.

Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.

Receive:

He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop

He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."

Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.

He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.

You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.

There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.

Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.

His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.

If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.

Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020

[xxisxxisxxis]

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"Monster In-Law" -- [1981]

My stomach is in uncomfortable knots as I rub foundation over my skin, nervously, trying not to shit myself with anxiety as the clock nears 7:00pm. 

I hope he's not late, but I also hope he doesn't even show. 

"I wonder if it's Luke Ginson." I hear my mother suggest to my father, the sound of clicking silverware lets me know they're setting the table, and I wrinkle my nose. 

"You think Vivian would be interested in the Preacher's son, Charlette?" My dad replies, doubt in his voice. 

"I hope so. He's a Godly young man, Johnny, that our Vivian would be lucky to go with." She replies and I have to hold back a scoff. 

Luke Ginson was our pastor's son but was just as debauched as Vince, Tommy and Nikki, only hiding behind the fact his dad was a preacher as a cover. I'd later find out my mom and Pastor Garret had planned on approaching me and Luke with the idea of going out. I wonder if she felt like an absolute idiot for thinking he was so much better for me than Nikki when Luke popped up in the obituary in 1988 after dying of a methadone overdose…

"Vivian would be lucky to go out with?" My dad questions her. "Any guy is lucky to even be breathing the same air as her, Charlette, don't act like our girl is so--"

"--I'm not." My mom insists. "She just needs a little push in the right direction."

"And Luke Ginson is the right direction?"

"Of course!" She says it as if she's offended he'd dare suggest otherwise, and I let out a heavy breath, my nerves only tensing up more. 

She thinks I'm bringing her Lord and Savior Luke Ginson to dinner...great. 

I'm ready just in time, hearing the door of Nikki's beat up car shut outside. 

I'm darting down the stairs, glad that my parents haven't noticed, and open the door before he can ring the doorbell. 

He's dressed as nice as he can be, jeans, a tshirt, and his leather jacket. 

"Hi." He says, smiling at me, looking me up and down. "You look hot." 

"Thank you." I reply, my eyes catching on the rosary around his neck. "Oh, no, she can't see that, we're Assembly of God, she's gonna think you're Catholic." I mumble as I quickly tuck it into his shirt as my mom says, "Vivian, is he here?" A little too excitedly. 

"Um, yes ma'am, coming!" I call, looking at Nikki.

"Relax, babe, I got this." He assures me deviously as we step inside and I lead him to the dining room, gulping when I meet my mother's eyes as she steps in with a pitcher of lemonade. 

She sets her sights on Nikki and drops the dish, causing the heavy glass to break and lemonade to slosh onto the floor, and I keep myself from squeezing my eyes closed to retreat to my mind. 

"Charlette, honey, be more care--" My dad stops talking when he walks in to see Nikki, "--ful." He finishes, immediately going into salvage mode. "H-Hey, hi," he smiles widely at Nikki, seeming to be amused with my choice of date, "I'm Johnny." My dad extends his hand. 

"Nikki." Nikki takes it. 

"Johnny, Vivian, a word, please." My mom says, obviously seething. 

"Oh, Charlette, we don't have time...the steaks will get cold." He tells her to save me, and she stomps into the kitchen before he looks at me. 

"Thank you." I mouth and he winks at me. 

"She was expecting someone else." My dad tells Nikki, putting an arm around his shoulder and patting him as we step to the table. 

Nikki finds this humorous and snorts a little, causing me to glare at him because it's not funny. 

"Would you like something to drink, Nikki?" I ask quietly as my dad wipes up the lemonade and gets what pieces of glass he can get off the floor. 

"I really don't think your parents have Jack, do they?" He mumbles and I shake my head a little, smiling sadly at him. "I'm in hell." He adds as I chuckle. "Whatever you guys have is fine with me." He says next and I nod, heading to the kitchen to grab him a soda from the fridge. 

My mom's angrily preparing to bring the plate of steaks to the table, her red lips in an almost snarl as she glances at me. 

"This is not what we do, Vivian." She states to me and I roll my eyes. 

"Mom--"

"--You know better than to get in with the likes of him." She keeps on.

"I know he's not Luke freaking Ginson, mom, but he's good to me and I really like him." 

"Oh, he's good to you?" She asks with a mocking laugh, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. 

"Yes, he is." I stand by what I said. 

"Your Aunt Lily is rolling in her grave at the sound of you giving props to the same type of man that completely wrecked her life, and eventually took it away from her altogether." She hisses, turning back around to grab the plate, while I'm struck speechless. "Grab the fries and string beans." She tells me, walking back out to the table. 

I push my tears back and grab the beans, sitting them next to the steaks as I hand Nikki his soda, next. 

"Looks good." He comments about the food. 

"Very good." Dad puts in next, sitting down. "Thank you, Charlette." He says next in reference to her helping with dinner. 

"Who would like to say prayer?" She ignores him, her eyes glassed with tears the longer she looks at Nikki and I next to each other.

"I will." Dad says, and I bow my head and close my eyes. "Father, in heaven, I pray. Forgive me of my sins, Lord. Thank you for continuing to bless us with new opportunities to meet and love on others. Thank you for your comforting hand, and not leaving one tear that's been shed recently over Lilian, unacknowledged. I pray that you continue to keep your hand over this family, protect us and those we love, but above all, I pray whatever your will is, let it be done. Thank you for this meal we are so fortunate to have, may it nourish and strengthen our bodies so our bodies may continue to be used unto your service. In Christ Jesus' name I pray. Amen." He finishes. 

"Amen." Mom and I echo, and Nikki looks at me, already chewing steak, letting me know he started eating during the blessing. 

My mother notices, too, her hand tightening around her fork.

My dad just shrugs it off before asking him, "So, Nikki, what is it you do for a living, or are you in school?" My dad asks him and my mom rudely scoffs as if it's impossible that Nikki's in college currently. 

"No, I'm kinda doing odd jobs. Right now I'm telemarketing." He explains. 

“Is that what the kids are calling drug dealing nowadays?” My mom remarks, snidely.

“Mom.” I say, shooting daggers her way and she raises her brows.

“What, I’m just asking a legitimate question, Vivian.” She tells me, raising her brows. “What, with the knotted, unnaturally black hair, eye liner and uncomfortably ripped pants that make him look like he got caught in a barbed wire fence while escaping a prison, I think it’s safe to assume he enjoys listening to the same sex, alcohol and drug endorsing music as--”

“--Charlette.” My dad sighs out, looking at her as if to say, “seriously?”

“And don’t even get me started on the rosary hiding under his shirt.” She promptly points out and he and I both tense up. “Not only did you bring home an imbecile, Vivian, but a Catholic imbecile.” She sarcastically congratulates me. “I’m sure God is so very pleased with you.” She adds and I wince as she abruptly corrects herself, looking at Nikki as she says, “or, as you Catholics believe, ‘Mother Mary.”

“Mom--”

“--Do you not feel ridiculous believing that you have to plead with dead disciples and Mary to talk to God on your behalf because simply going to God directly in prayer isn’t enough. Because I assure you, what, with the ‘Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of the womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death’, I promise you she’s looking down at your ignorance and telling you to just talk to Jesus or God yourself because she’s a woman, and men don’t listen--not even the divine.” She states, and my father has his face buried in his hands, and I can tell my expression is mortified as my mom just casually starts cutting her steak while Nikki just keeps his amused grin on his lips.

“No, my prayers are usually done in the dead of night in a discreet location in the hills, with the sacrificial offering of a virgin with the entirety of the Sunset Strip nightlife in attendance while Blackie Lawless sings 'I Fly Away’ backwards while wearing a goat carcass.” He tells her without skipping a beat. 

Her jaw clenches, her eye twitching as me and my dad are both sitting, paralyzed, and I feel the color draining from my face by the second. 

"Then you have no business associating yourself with my daughter." My mom quips, staring at him resentfully.

"Mmm, she's our latest sacrificial virgin." Nikki replies and my mother slams her fork onto her plate, throwing her napkin onto the table. 

"I need fresh air." She states in a hiss, going to the door and slamming it. 

We all just sit in silence for a moment, before Nikki looks at my dad. 

"I'm not really using her as a sacrificial virgin." He tells him, and my dad raises a brow. 

"I figured being that it wouldn't do much good." My dad mumbles. "Well, kids, moments like these I wish I wouldn't have stopped drinking." He sighs out next, standing. "I'm sorry for her mother's lack of manners and boundaries. She wasn't always like this." He assures Nikki. "And no matter your beliefs--it's not our business--as long as Vivian's comfortable…" he says next and Nikki nods as if he's thinking about it before my dad opens the door to go talk my mom down.

[keikaru]

Valediction

Listless after the war, Felix wanders across the continent with a bleak outlook. He returns to Garreg Mach—presumably to tie up any loose ends—but Bernie and Seteth persuade him to stay and work for the Fódlan Postal Company.

While the war was harsh, assimilating to civilian life was harder. He would try if it meant seeing Sylvain again.

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Originally posted on A03 but deleted it because I believe I could improve the quality later on. Personally, I think the story lacks some panache, so when it returns, I hope it meets my own expectations! Here’s the first draft if you’re still interested. Rest assured, I WILL revamp this story. 

A Violet Evergarden AU. First draft under the cut.

Tags: Assimilating to Civilian Life, Post-Time Skip, Crossover, Fluff and Angst, Felix basically becomes an Auto Memory Doll, Pining, Suicidal Thoughts, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Characters Tags to Be Added 

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Felix continued wearing gloves because he knew the red stains would never leave his hands.

A metallic scent always permeated through the air; the phantoms of war did not let go of his sword. Even vestiges of the past hid in mirrors and shadows, following him whenever he traveled to snowcapped lands or to fields of grass that resembled the ocean.  

No matter how far he traveled, the whispers of war, blood, and regret would remain with him.  

Where to then? He wondered exhaustedly. If he could not outpace his demons, what was there to do but return to the start?

He traveled for too long that even Garreg Mach seemed so far away.

Garreg Mach. The Officers Academy. Places he hasn’t stepped foot in after the war ended.

If he saw a glimpse of the Professor—the archbishop , he amended—perhaps the ghosts of war would be laid to rest. If he went back to the beginning, maybe he could make amends and disappear for a final time.

So he made up his mind.

Quite possibly, he thought, finally realizing how tense his body was, the boar, no… Dimitri would stop haunting him. Maybe Ingrid’s melancholic eyes would stop gazing at him. Maybe Glenn would stop appearing in the mirror. And maybe, just maybe Sylvain was…

No . He stopped his line of thought. There was no use indulging in the past. Nothing but painful memories awaited him.

Minutes passed before Felix unclenched his hands and slackened up.

How much longer would he live life, simply to endure it? It was enough for him to feel sick to his stomach. But perhaps it would all stop if he went back to the beginning.

…

So Felix traveled.

Despite the arduous journey, he somehow felt lighter. Calmer. As if invigorated by the prospect of returning. Not to a home, but to a memory he was fond of.

During the last week of the Great Tree Moon, Felix Hugo Fraldarius arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery.

Felix stood on the bridge that connected itself to the inner town. He shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight and observed the skylarks that flew over him. Their song carried in the wind as he walked, taking slow but measured steps through the iron wrought gates and into the bustling marketplace.

It was disorienting when he passed a group of giggling children, past colorful merchant stalls. The fresh scent of bread wafted throughout the square and it reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in hours.  

Pausing in front of a modest vendor, Felix called for the shopkeeper.

“Excuse me—” he stopped, realizing how hoarse he sounded. A quick swig of water. It was enough to replenish his voice.

Being a polite person was different from talking with one’s sword. He always had a habit of pointing to menus and never bothered with small talk.

Today, he remembered that he had to be a Person and not a Mercenary For Hire.

And yet he found himself forgetting how to speak. As if he cut off a part of himself the moment he left his noble title behind.  

“How can I help—ah, pardon my manners, um, sir! Sir Felix, err, Lord Felix.”

The man quickly bowed, and Felix only stared, puzzled by the sudden formality. It had been forever since someone addressed him by the title of sir or lord.

The seller then straightened himself and continued, with a relieved expression on his face.

“I’m glad that you’re alive. I wondered where you disappeared to after the war ended.”

Felix gave the man a doubtful look and paused.

“…have we met?” The swordsman handed a few marks of bronze to the seller and pointed to a loaf of bread, cheese, and a slab of jerky. The man bagged his meal and Felix took it from him with a curt nod. “Thanks.”

As Felix turned to leave, the seller spoke up again.

“You saved my life,” the seller spoke solemnly, taking off his cap. Felix stilled. He imagined the sincerity on the man’s face as he listened. “For that, I’m grateful. Even if you don’t remember, I still wanted to thank you. May the Gods bless you, sir.”

Without another word, Felix raised a parting hand and left.

In truth, Felix did not remember the man. It was more accurate to say he did not remember much during and after those five years of war.

Now that it was over, little else seemed to matter to him. Often, he felt like a ghost that wandered for far too long. It was enough for him to take a lengthy swig from a different canteen. Alcohol was not his favorite, but the bitterness that burned in his throat helped him forget.

Somewhere near the town square and under the shade of an elderly tree, he found an empty spot. Felix then ate his meal in silence. Minutes passed and he was satisfied. He wrapped up the remainders and placed it inside his bag. With a stretch, he rested against the trunk of the pine and crossed his arms over his chest.

As the wind threaded through his hair, he listened to the quiet ambience of the town. Tranquility was a quality he used to think he wanted. But now, tranquility seemed to translate to idleness.

Like now , he thought, debating where to go next.

He closed his eyes. If anything, a quick rest would do him good. The moment he counted to ten, he promised to stand up and find an inn.

…

And just like that, he then opened his eyes and realized the sky was now a soft orange.  

Ah shit . He thought blearily, straightening himself. The third time.

During all those years of traveling, it was rare for him to lower his guard. Yet somehow, he felt no signs of danger.

My senses have dulled then.

He glanced to his left. Just as he suspected, his worn bag was still beside him, seemingly untouched. It wasn’t as if he carried anything valuable except his sword.

Speaking of which, he glanced to his right. His sword was beside him. He sighed, relieved that nothing went missing.

“Felix? Are you finally awake?”

Instantly, he snapped his head toward the source and unsheathed his sword.

“What do you want?” he positioned himself into a fighting stance. Felix narrowed his eyes and berated himself. He was foolish enough to forget himself.

Ambushes could happen at any time.

“H-Hey, wait! It’s me—” the voice squeaked out, with a familiar nervous quality to it— “it’s Bernie! So please, put your sword away!”

Just like that, the sword returned to its scabbard.

The young woman before him was indeed the same girl he knew from back then. The shy, reserved daughter of Count Varley.

“Oh,” he deadpanned. “Why?”

“Wha—you ask why ?!” baffled, she huffed at him. “At the very least, you could ask how I’m doing. You haven’t changed much, have you?”

Felix lowered himself to the ground, sitting against the tree trunk again and gathered his belongings. “OK. How are you?” But then he switched topics, choosing to ignore how she flailed her arms because of his curtness. “By the way, where’s the nearest inn?”

“The nearest inn huh,” she murmured; her eyes lingered on the sword at his side. A bit of the blade poked from its scabbard and gleamed dully in the light. The expression in her eyes changed. It appeared melancholic. “Hey Felix,” she started quietly, “did you know that—"

She realized that Felix was busy fastening his bag around himself and counting the bronze and silver marks in his hand. Bernadetta paused and allowed a soft sigh.

“Something wrong?” Felix spoke, somewhat absentmindedly. He stood up, pocketed his money, and brushed off the dust on his pants. He double checked his gear. “You’re too quiet.”

Bernadetta held her hands behind her back and smiled at him. Felix inquired back with a stare.

Now she was acting odd.

Finally, he noticed how she wore an outfit that resembled a uniform. It was not the one from the Officer’s Academy but a different type.

While he was curious, he wasn’t that intrigued.

“Actually, follow me,” she piped up, turning around and vaguely gesturing at the tall brick buildings in the back. She adjusted the cap on her head. “It’s a bit of a walk but I can guarantee the place is cheaply priced.”

“Ah. Thanks then.”

He followed her and realized how much the monastery changed. The merchants in the square bustled with enterprise and quality wares. Tea imported from regions unknown to him could be found here, along with other artisan goods and regal weapons. Before leaving Garreg Mach again, he wished to see if any of Zoltan’s weapons made their way into a blacksmith’s hand.

He looked in front of him. The architecture remained largely the same, but some of the brickwork stuck out like efforts of reconstruction. Bernadetta suddenly turned, and he followed suit, wondering how much further was left.

Felix was relieved that the silence between them was companionable. Occasionally, she pointed out a few new landmarks and he was enthralled by the changes throughout the town. Fountains, lampposts, well-tended topiaries—Garreg Mach transformed much while he was away.

It somehow left him with a sense of awe and nostalgia. Except one thing gnawed at his chest.

Most of the faces he knew before—they no longer stood beside him.

…

They continued passing corners and streets and crossed a bridge. Soon, Bernadetta stopped.

Felix looked elsewhere and abruptly halted, nearly colliding into her back.

“Cheap huh?” He said, marveling at the sight before him. He could see why she stopped.

A dark bricked manor house towered above him, with long windows winking back the afternoon light. In front of the gray stone steps was a small crowd of people that varied from nobles and commoners alike.

Felix squinted at them.

Most seemed to be holding something in their hands. It appeared to be scraps of paper.

“Let’s go.” Bernadetta ambled forth, passing the iron gates and flowerbed. She paused and waited for him. “Seteth’s been waiting for you ever since we spotted you dozing at the square.”

“Excuse me?” Felix gaped at the marvelous building. He was certain that was not here years ago. His mind was unable to process her words. “You said cheap lodgings. This. This isn’t—” he gestured at the opulence and swiveled around, his back turned against the building. He frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “OK. Well, I saw an inn before we rounded the corner and—”

“Felix,” Berndetta spoke firmly, “I want you to stay here.”

A beat of silence.

He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, perplexed by her sudden change in demeanor.

Before he could speak, Bernadetta spoke up without her usual reserve.

“How long have you been wandering the continent? Because your eyes…I know that look.”

“You’re asking me that now?” there was no heat behind his words. Only a familiar exhaustion found its way into his voice.

Felix slowly turned around and approached her, with arms folded across his chest. Her gray eyes locked onto his and they gazed at each other.

Bernadetta did not flinch. She only inquired him with her silence.

Unusually enough, he relented.

“For too long,” he admitted, glancing over her head and toward the manor house. “Well, what is it then? Why did you bring me here?”

She let out a lengthy sigh and seemed to loosen up. He didn’t realize how tense she had been throughout their walk.

“This is the Fódlan Postal Company.”

Another familiar voice segued into their conversation. Felix glanced to his right and saw a figure emerge from behind a topiary. Seteth stepped out, greeting the former students with a stern but noticeably softer look on his face. Seteth hadn’t changed after all of these years, but he wore a uniform similar to Bernadetta’s.

“Felix, I want you to work here as an Auto Memory Doll.”

“You’re kidding,” Felix managed out weakly. The sudden proposal made no sense. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ll learn then.” Seteth offered, waving a hand at his words.

“I didn’t agree to this.”

“It’ll be worth your while.” Seteth was already walking in the direction of the entrance. “Come along, Felix.”

Felix countered one last time. “You can’t be serious.”

Felix looked to Bernadetta for help. Of course, it was a mistake. She only grabbed onto his arm, her eyes sparkling as she persuaded him.  

“The lodging is free if you work here.”

“That isn’t the issue !”

Felix lost track of how many sighs he heaved that day. Unable to shake off Bernadetta, he reluctantly acquiesced and allowed himself to be dragged toward the building. A series of foul words clouded his thoughts as he passed the crowd and made his way toward the interior of the building.

Under different circumstances, he would have been impressed. Under different circumstances, he would gone more willingly. But this welcoming committee—if one could dare call it that—was so adamant about receiving him.

If anything, it felt like the past when Sylvain forced him into town for some skirt chasing. Like how Ashe insisted him to read tales of chivalry, like how Lysithea tried to bribe him with sweets, or how with Annette—

The past huh , he mused dryly. He found himself standing inside the foyer, wearily eyeing the double spiral staircases and the long window panes. As beautiful and ornate as it was, their definition of a “postal service” was greatly different from his own.

And yet…the figures that descended resembled people he knew from his academy days.

“Felix? Felix, is that really you?”

A young man with gray-brown bounded down the steps, eager to meet him. When the stranger brushed his hair out of his eyes, Felix recognized who he was.

Ashe?  

Lord Lonato’s son was before him. He smiled at Felix, with a relieved look on his face.

“You promised to write. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

“There’s no such thing as a permanent address as a mercenary,” Felix replied stiffly, somewhat taken aback. “Your letters—they would have returned to you.”

“But you’re here now,” Ashe said again, with a gentler look on his face. “And hey, I’m glad you’re OK.”

Felix was at a loss for words. Instead, he looked elsewhere, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden warmth and reception from his appearance.

Seteth and Bernadetta looked at each other and smiled. They didn’t speak but only watched as Felix rubbed the back of his neck while Ashe continued to speak to him.

Just then, more figures descended the staircase. Felix struggled to recall who they were, but the moment they stood in front of him, their names entered his memory.

Marianne, Ignatz, Linhardt.

Yuri and Dorothea.

They were all members of the academy in some way, even if he wasn’t close to them, he still recognized them.  

Felix felt his chest tightened. A well of emotion opened. He felt something, but it was a strange something that left him feeling more melancholic than joyful.

He blinked, not once, not twice, but three times. Aside from the smiling faces and animated conversations, he could have sworn he saw phantoms behind them.

And they watched him with somber eyes.

“Felix? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Dorothea piped up, glancing at him with concerned eyes. “You must be tired. Seteth, isn’t there a spare room upstairs?”

“There is. Bernadetta, could you show Felix his room?”

She replied quickly. “Follow me!”

With a gentle nudge from her, Felix followed. He managed to recompose again.

Soon, they reached a rosewood door with a gold handle. Bernadetta unlocked the door and gestured for him to enter. Felix did.  

It was minimally furnished. The windows were across from the door, with a desk underneath. A bed was pushed into the left corner while the right side had a dresser and a mirror.

Bernadetta stood inside the room, pausing a little before the dresser on the right side. Her eyes roamed the room for a bit before catching Felix’s reflection in the mirror.

The faraway look in Felix’s eyes, the way he mechanically moved toward the window—it was plain to see that he was deeply contemplating something.

She hesitated to ask, but at the same time, she recalled how he vanished without a trace. Rumors of Felix’s whereabouts only amplified when a sword that resembled his own appeared on Margrave Gautier’s doorstep.

By chance, she delivered some correspondence to Sylvain that day. He started to entertain her until another parcel arrived.

She remembered how his eyes exuded a grief beyond words, that the one Sylvain cherished was not immune to a mortal fate.

While the rumors of Felix’s death proved false, the way the mercenary was now…he might as well resemble death.

It pained her to see him become a husk of a person.

If anything, it would anguish Sylvain even more after seeing Felix in this state. When the time was right, she would pen a letter to him again.

On some level, she understood how Felix felt, even if just a fraction of it.

Assimilating into civilian life was difficult. For part of their youth, they learned tactics and strategies, artillery and battle formations. From operating catapults to forging stronger weapons, it was such a stark contrast when she started ghostwriting and delivering letters.  

And yet…it made her rediscover her love for writing again.

Clearing her throat, she found the courage to approach Felix.

He stood near the window, steeped in hues of twilight. Felix tilted his head up and observed something she couldn’t quite see. She couldn’t help but feel mesmerized.  

“Seteth will see to the details tomorrow. So for today, focus on resting.”

“Alright.”

Before Bernadetta left, she spoke softly to him.

“And welcome back, Felix. You don’t have to feel alone anymore.”

[epochofbelief]

Breath Control, Chapter Seven

An A Court of Mist and Fury College Swim Team AU

All characters belong to SJ Maas!

Feysand.... and welcome to Elriel. 

Warnings: cursing

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SEVEN

~~~Elain~~~

It was around 9 am. I’d been in the kitchen for an hour already, trying to decide what to make for breakfast. I’d started making pancakes, then switched to waffles, then omelets.  I’d be set on my decision for as long as it would take me to pull out all the ingredients for my choice, then I’d change my mind, put everything back, and pull a bunch of different things out. 

My father walked in at around 9:30, as I was pulling the muffins I’d made from scratch out of the oven. I’d decided muffins were neutral enough that everyone in the house would like them and that I could make them well enough to everyone’s satisfaction. Nesta said I worked too hard to please people. 

No clue where she got that idea. . . 

“Is no one else up?” my father said.

I shook my head. “Just me and the muffins.”

He took one, buttered it, and made to sit down. He seemed to think better of it, though, because he set his muffin down and stood up straight. “I’d better go wake Feyre. I want to ask her about all those paint cans and supplies she’s left in the garage, and someone has to be here to eat these muffins. Best to do it know while Mr. Night sleeps; I know how sensitive that girl can be about her painting.”

I nodded, standing alone at the counter before I remembered.

“Dad, Dad, Dad! Let me wake up Feyre. I--um--”

He was halfway up the stairs when I caught up to him, pausing to look down at me. I went with the oldest trick in the book. “Girl stuff.” I widened my eyes meaningfully. “Best if I check up on her first.”

I prayed my father didn’t see through my very feeble attempt to make him uncomfortable. But it worked. He clicked his tongue and descended the staircase. “I’ll take your word for it, Elain. Hurry down. And tell Feyre to hurry too…”

It was like he knew. Oh Feyre was so going to owe me. 

I bounded up the stairs, not slowing until I was at the top of Feyre’s own narrow staircase. I knocked and entered, ready to get a kick out of what was about to happen.

“Oh, Feyreeee, Dad needs you downstairs.”

Nothing for a few moments. I thought I heard whispers but from where I stood, I  couldn’t see anything besides the large lump of her white bed coverings. “I guess I could send Dad up here…”

The whispering became clearer, now, and I made out something like, “Shut up!” and “I’ll handle it” and “Calm the fuck down.” 

Feyre suddenly appeared in a very large t-shirt and nothing else. “Thanks, ‘Lain.” She practically hissed my name. She stalked across the floor toward me. “How’d you know?” She murmured.

“Got up for a glass of water last night. Saw Rhysand’s ass as it cleared the top of the staircase. Figured I’d save you from Dad’s wrath.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “We didn’t do anything. And Dad has no right to dictate what I can and can’t do.”

“Obviously not,” I agreed. “But he could make things very awkward.”

“True. We’ll--I’ll--be down in a second. Please don’t tell Nesta. She’d be unbearable.”

“Tell me what?” A voice like iron floated across the small landing. 

Feyre shut her eyes and I cringed. Nesta’s judgment might be worse than our father’s.

“Hey, Nesta,” Feyre said guiltily. 

“Feyre. Hi Rhys!” Nesta raised her voice imperceptibly. 

A tan hand rose from the bed. “Why the fuck do you have so many sisters, Archeron?”

The light that shone behind Feyre’s eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before. In either of my sisters’ faces. Or my own. I bit back my own grin. After Tamlin, and the shitty year Feyre had had, I just wanted her to be happy. And Rhys was so good-natured. Didn’t hurt that he was hot, too. She deserved to look all happy despite being caught out by her two older sisters.

“I’d get downstairs quick. And arrive separately.” Nesta was fighting back a laugh. “I can’t wait to hear Dad chew you out for your sex life. For once, it won’t be me.” She smiled wickedly.

“We didn’t--I didn’t--get out!” Feyre screeched at us. 

“You’re welcome,” Nesta and I said in unison, and we grinned at each other. Feyre pushed us out with surprising strength and slammed the door.  

“That was fun.” Nesta started down the staircase first. 

I was about to respond when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I pulled it out.

Azriel: Mooorning

“Who’s that?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Nesta dropped her voice to a low whisper as we descended the main staircase and headed for the kitchen. “You’re grinning like an idiot, and not in the ‘I just caught my sister with a boy in her bed in my dad’s house’ way you were earlier.” 

“Uh, just looking at a meme.” Weak.

“Because you spend so much time scrolling through memes.”

Thankfully, Nesta let the subject drop. I honestly wished she hadn’t. Everyone had been treating me like a fragile piece of glass since the whole Greyson debacle. And while, yes, I wasn’t quite ready to share that I’d been secretly talking to Azriel for the past two months… I was strong enough to handle some sisterly teasing, or even fatherly teasing. Or any kind of teasing.

Instead, everything was, “Oh, Elain, your cookies taste so good!” and, “Oh, Elain, the garden looks wonderful!” and, “Oh, Elain, how’s nursing school?” Nobody wanted to talk about anything real with me, because they thought I wasn’t ready. And if I was the one to start down that road, they’d continue to tread on ice around me and just be grateful I was talking at all. Too grateful to really listen to what I had to say.

Which was why I’d downloaded a dating app two months ago, swiped right on all of two guys before I’d found someone worthy of deleting the app immediately after we started messaging. It’d been a constant stream of texting and snapchatting ever since, even if we hadn’t met up in person yet. My romantic past, Azriel’s loner tendencies, and the fact that he was one of Rhys’s best friends and Feyre’s teammate had made us decide to take things slow. But seeing how happy Feyre was with Rhys--and she didn’t even know it quite yet--made me think that I should tell my sister and then get Azriel to take me out. 

That would certainly surprise everybody. Elain made of glass, indeed.

Before I could lose my nerve, I texted Azriel back. Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I reentered the kitchen with a smile on my face, trying not to ponder on the message I’d just sent.

Elain: I’ve been thinking. . . We should meet up… Face to face. 

Elain: Like on a date. 

I got a response within a moment and didn’t need to check my phone to know what it said.

Azriel: Hell yes. 

~~~FEYRE~~~

I slammed the door shut. I looked behind me to find Rhys, breathtakingly shirtless, propped up on one elbow behind me. 

“What are the chances that both of your lovely sisters keep their mouths shut about this? Cuz I have a feeling even a mutual love for collegiate athletics won’t stop your father from kicking me out of the house for staying the night in your room.”

I slumped onto the bed and he was suddenly there, filling all the empty space in the room as he hovered over me. I closed my eyes, fighting back a smile. “They’ve had their fun. Sisters don’t snitch.”

He rested his forehead against my shoulder. “Great. Not that I care about you, of course. I’m just very concerned about where I’ll have Thanksgiving dinner if your dad kicks me out.”

I sat up and pushed him back against the blankets all in one motion. “You take that back,” I said playfully. 

“Make me.”

“How about I go down there and confess to my dad before Nesta or Elain can rat us out? Then I’d be rid of your sorry ass much more quickly.”

“Feyre!” Elain’s voice floated up the stairs tauntingly, interrupting our flirting.

“This isn’t over, Archeron,” Rhys said threateningly. 

I pointed to the door. “Go put on something presentable. Your hair’s a mess.” 

He scowled. But he kissed me lightly on the lips before he left the room and I almost told him to forget about family breakfast and stay up here with me, instead.

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The day passed in a blur. We spent the majority of it in the kitchen prepping for Thanksgiving lunch tomorrow afternoon. After a while, we all retired to the living room and marathoned the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Rhys sat next to me on the couch and as soon as it got dark enough outside that my father, Nesta, and Elain probably wouldn’t notice, he took my hand under our shared blanket and I set my head on his shoulder. 

I stayed in his room that night, although we were both too tired to do much other than fall into bed after a day spent in the kitchen. I woke before him the next morning and tiptoed downstairs to let him sleep.

I found Elain and Nesta arguing in my kitchen. 

“Why don’t you just tell me who he is,” Nesta was saying in a very low, very dangerous voice.

“Butt out, Nesta. It’s no one.”

“If it was no one, there’d be nothing for me to butt out of, now would there be?”

Elain was gripping the island countertop in the center of the kitchen. Nesta, surprisingly, was cooking up a huge skillet of scrambled eggs. It smelled as though they were starting to burn while her attention was focused on Elain. 

Elain’s phone vibrated. “Who is he?” Nesta shrieked.

“Fuck off!”

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

They both started speaking at once. 

“Elain’s being stupid--”

“Nesta won’t stay out of my own fucking business--”

“Help me convince her--” 

I held up my hands. “Oh, both of you shut up! Elain. Explain.”

Nesta mumbled something under her breath that I chose not to hear as Elain sighed. “Nesta thinks I’m talking to a boy. She thinks that she has a right to know who he is--if he even exists,” Elain added with an eye roll, “and that she deserves the right to approve. I told her to fuck off, but she’s not listening.”

I’d never heard so many “fucks” from Elain in one conversation. There was definitely a boy. 

“Well, why don’t you tell us? After everything…”

Elain pushed herself back from the countertop, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m not some fragile teenager who doesn’t know how to speak to boys! Despite what you think about how terribly broken I am after Greyson, I know what I’m doing! And now I don’t want to tell you even more. So leave me alone.” 

She turned and pushed through the door that led from the kitchen to the side yard. 

I looked at Nesta. She looked at me. 

“She better be getting it reallll good to get so upset with us for asking about it,” Nesta said.

I took a seat at the barstools surrounding the island. “Do you think she. . . Do we really treat her like a teenager who doesn’t know how to speak to boys?”

“Maybe. But that’s because she doesn’t know how to speak to boys--or men, for that matter.”

Nesta thought she knew what was best for Elain--and she usually did. But Nesta also liked getting her way. When her way wasn’t Elain’s way. . . It was difficult for both of them. I resolved that no matter what Nesta thought, I’d try to give Elain some space when it came to her Mystery Guy. Even if I was dying to find out who it was. 

“Speaking of boys. . .” Nesta began, but at that moment, Rhys stepped into the kitchen. Thank God. I didn’t know what exactly was going on between us at the moment. Discussing it with Nesta would be torture. 

“Good morning,” I said brightly as Rhys took a seat beside me. 

“Is it?” He asked. Nesta had turned around to find her eggs burnt to a crisp, ignoring Rhys entirely.

“What’s wrong?”

Rhys leaned his elbows on the counter. “My father called. He’s in town. And wants me to spend the weekend with him in my hometown.”

I couldn’t help the fear that gripped me at his words. Was he just making this up because he wanted to escape me? I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Where’s that?” 

“Two hours north of here.”

“Well I can take you and drop you off tomorrow morning,” I managed to say. “Would that work?”

He blinked. “I did tell you that my father is a horrible person, right?”

“Not sure you mentioned it. . . But it’s Thanksgiving. You should be with family.” Which was true. Although I’d rather he stay here.

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t burden you with driving all the way out there and back just so I can spend the weekend with a very unideal candidate.” He gave me a look that told me who was the ideal candidate. Maybe he wasn’t making this up. . . 

“Um. . . Uber?”  Stay here, stay here, stay here.

“Too expensive.” He glanced at Nesta, and then turned to face me more fully. “You could stay with us. We can just make it ‘meet the parents’ week.” He smiled hopefully.

Relief flooded my body. “Well…” I definitely wanted to go with him. Right now I didn’t want to leave his side at all after the past two nights sleeping in his arms. But I didn’t want to offend my family.

Nesta banged the skillet against the edge of the trash can, causing both Rhys and me to jump about a mile. “Go with him, Feyre. I’ll talk to Dad.”

I couldn’t help the smile that exploded across my face. “I guess you’re stuck with me.” I grinned at him. 

“There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

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Series

A Second Chance

Holding her hand, he assumed that she would push him away- instead she snuggled into him.

“Do... do you think he loves me? Or was he only with me because they thought he would be King...daddy told me that he is different to them. That he could see that Theo loved me....”

“Your father knew?”

“He knew for years... Mom only knew when I told her that I was abdicating. She had an inkling that I was in a relationship. She believed it was with Jackson though... but he’s seeing Elena.”

“Why didn’t he tell your Mom? You know your Mom thinks that you and Theo are just a fling or so she hopes...Jackson’s seeing Elena?”

“I begged him not to. I know how much Mom hates Madeleine and Neville hence why we kept it a secret all this time. Yeah, I thought you’d have known?”

“What is it with you lot keeping secrets? Any other secrets that I need to know about?”

“Bartie lost his virginity to Chloe...” Shrugging her shoulders it was the only thing she could think about that wouldn’t get her brother or Jackson in trouble. I’m surprised Leo hasn’t murdered Bartie. Drake couldn’t be a hypocrite towards them all- they all did irresponsible things as children/ young adults too. It’s only natural.

“Okay gossip girl, anything else?”

“You love Mom still?” First Louis, not Ayah. Why can’t they give me a break? Drake thought to himself, believing that sooner rather than later the two of them would be impersonating Cilla Black.

“I’ll always love your Mom, Ayah. Always. As I love all of you. When we get back you need to apologise to her. And next time, keep quiet- your Mom has very good hearing!”

“I will do. I’m sorry. I love you, uncle grumpy.” Snuggling back into Drake, he held his niece tightly- hoping that Theo wasn’t going to hurt her. If so, himself and Leo wouldn’t hold back.

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The Unexpected Roommate

Drake really couldn’t be bothered with Leo’s bachelor party. Leo and Olivia had asked their guests to meet them at the bar near to their house- then they would go their separate ways. Instead Drake decided to delay the two of them- the less time they spent at the bachelor and bachelorette party, the more time they could spend together.

“What the fuck? Drake!” Hearing Riley scream, he smirked. You’re not the only one who can pull pranks, darling.

“What’s up?” Walking into her room, he witnessed her covered in flour- the flour that he had placed above her wardrobe. He knew the minute she opened it, she would become a mess.

“You’re a fucking jerk! Why would you do this to me?”

“Why would you do all the pranks that you do? Chill out, Riley.” Pushing her way past him, she was beyond furious. Needing to shower again, they were cutting it fine time wise.

An hour later, Riley appeared in the lounge- scowling at him. I look like shit, whispering to herself. On a night out, she would spend two hours doing her hair, and at least an hour doing her make up.

“Liv is going to kill me! I’m late.”

“Fuck her.”

“It’s not funny, Drake! I’m the maid of honour and I can’t even show up on time.” Struggling to clasp the necklace, Drake walked behind her. Offering his assistance.

“You scrub up well.”

“Thanks arsehole.”

“No need to be nasty. I’ll help you.” Kissing her neck, he couldn’t resist in delaying them even longer.

“Drake! Stop fucking about! You know what, forget the necklace. Let’s go!”

“Or we could forget tonight in general?”

“You’ll want to go, there’s a stripper. Come on I’m going to get a slit throat.”

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The Greatest Show (Hiatus)

“Hey, Li... I wanted to ask you something... why are you looking so smug?”

“Drake, I’d like to introduce you to someone- this is Riley Brooks.” Liam looked at Riley adorably as he elaborated about her, about them. All Drake could think about was which one of them, Olivia was going to murder first for the betrayal.

“So, what did you want to ask?”

“Have you seen Amber? I’ve had her dog chase me around my room. I can’t control it, she said she would only be a short time.”

“We did see her, she thanked Riley for bringing the dog. But we didn’t. She said that she was coming to see you. ‘I’ll see you both tomorrow? I’ve got one tall, dark, handsome commoner waiting for me...’ “

“Well where the fuck is she?” Maxwell and Bertrand are going to kill us.

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We Belong

(This snippet is from a very future chapter)

“Hello, Evangeline.” Fluttering her eyelashes, her vision was blurry- but her senses were still there. Smelling that all familiar scent- whiskey.

“Drake...”

“Maybe if I was younger.” Not knowing where she suddenly gained an adrenaline rush from, she shot out of bed- running down the stairs she screamed for Liam and Maxwell.

“I’m going crazy. I need to be with Drake. Please take me to Drake....”

“You’re not going crazy.” Liam explained softly before providing the visitor with a stern expression. Even if what Bastien had told him was the truth - Liam had questions, had the need to interrogate the person.

“But he died. I’m crazy, Liam. She....”

“Who’s she?” Ignoring the identity of ‘she’, Evie felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Close to nearly hyperventilating.

“I called her crazy.” Letting go of Liam, she ambled over towards the ghost as she assumed. Placing her hand gently onto his heart, there was a fully working heartbeat.

“It’s you. It’s really you...”

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End Game

“Hello, my lords and lady’s.” I decided to take a break, for my own sanity. Interrupting the friendship circle I immediately noticed how Riley couldn’t bear to look at me. Thankfully, Drake broke the silence having a joke at my expense- about myself escaping.

“Until tomorrow at least. It’s been a long day.”

“No kidding, I could really use a bath.” Suddenly Maxwell arises from ground- he’s so dramatic. He suggested about going to a local spa. We were all in agreement that it would be relaxing for us all. I was utterly disappointed realising that the rooms were co-Ed. Lady Riley and Lady Hana wouldn’t be personally joining us- I had hoped to talk to Riley. In private. Again. As we relaxed, I also wanted to talk to Drake in private- about Riley. But I just couldn’t. Why is it so hard to be open with my best friend? My brother?

“Hey guys!” Shit, she looks beautiful. Maybe we should cover up a bit more? Not that I mind, Riley seeing me like this.

“I think the ladies will be fine.” Drake said sarcastically. After a while of talking about Maxwell’s tattoo- Drake decided to have a dip in cold plunge offering for anyone to join him. I shook my head as I believed the girls would immediately follow him- heading towards the tub I sink into the water. Wishing that things could be different.

“Hey... Li, can we talk please?”

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Hold my girl (Hiatus)

(A future chapter)

Freya had topped up her coffee, more times than she intended to. When she was at work she preferred for it to be busy- that way her mind wouldn’t wander. She couldn’t bear to imagine what Drake and the others were upto in Cordonia. It had been a few weeks since she left her brief visit without saying goodbye. Feeling like a let down especially towards Maxwell, who was overexcited about their ‘slumber party’ that she never attended. The minute she arrived back home, she contacted Daniel. Much to her surprise, he turned up in Vegas bringing Ben and Jerry’s to comfort his best friend. To say today was a Saturday night, the shift was dragging. Usually the emergency department was busy, with patients linked to alcohol incidents. Some were minor. Some were major.

“Nurse Johnson, you’re required immediately in resus- bring assistance. Urgently!”

Knocking the coffee over, the staff rushed straight there - the adrenaline rush soon hit them.

“Freya?”

“Liam? What are you doing here?” Liam couldn’t spit the words out- to inform her who was in resus.

“We came to look for you. Someone was following us- they tried to....”

“Sorry your majesty, but you need to sit in the relatives room with the others.”

“Frey...” Her colleagues forced Liam away, as she entered the room her heart sunk. Her body began to tremble.

Drake.

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Love, fate, Destiny (Hiatus)

Drake received a text message- assuming it was Riley his smile soon faulted. Kiara. Excusing himself from the group he walked over to Kiara and Madeleine- scowling.

“What the fuck are you playing at?”

“She looks gorgeous doesn’t she, Drake? I personally think that Kiki could be a model too.”

“Did you like the photos, Drakey?”

“No Kiara, I didn’t. They have been deleted. Don’t ever text me again.”

“Why not Drake? You and Kiara could rekindle your relationship. You were never meant to be with Riley. She is a commoner- she isn’t one of us.”

“I’m a commoner, Madeleine! And she is worth so much more than you stuck up nobles!” Liam, Olivia and Maxwell heard the commotion and stormed up the the trio.

“Is there a problem, Drake?”

“No, Liam. Everything has been sorted. But I mean it Kiara- don’t ever speak to me again.”

“But we were good together, Drake.” Drake was about to respond with an insult but was interrupted by the heralds announcement. Liam and Olivia looked at each other bewildered- they wasn’t expecting anymore guests.

His Royal Highness Prince Leo, Lady Bethany Hughes of New York and Lady Riley Brooks-Walker.

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Marshgate Prison

“Do you really want me?” He questioned, doubting himself about her intentions. Now he was in the real world, he believed that she could have any man in the city- someone who hadn’t been wrongly imprisoned.

“I’m sorry for my outburst at the bar. I was just so frustrated that I didn’t know the truth. I’ve missed you. Why are you asking?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time with Bartie, walking through the park- going to Times Square. I see all these handsome men, in their suits- going to work. Making a living. Having a life. When we slept together in the cell, I felt like the luckiest goddamn bastard in the world. That someone so amazing as you would look twice at me...”

“I chose you, even considering the circumstances.” Caressing his cheek, he placed his hand over hers- letting it linger for a moment.

“Go and sit on the couch, I’ll order some food. What do you fancy?”

“Anything’s going to be better than porridge.”

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One Temptation

(From a future chapter)

“Alice, what are you doing here?” The girl wasn’t old enough to look after herself, Riley even panicked when walking the streets of New York. Assuming that Leo, had brought her- it was the only possible explanation.

“Daddy brought me, but I’ve lost him. He’s been drinking a lot. I just want my daddy back.”

“Where was he when you last saw him?” Alice pointed over towards the stairs that led up to the roof. Holding the girls hand, she made her way towards Drake and Leo explaining that she was going to find Liam who hadn’t even been invited to the event. Both men shook their head, providing each other with the same expression. They wondered why she would go out of her way to look for the man who had hurt her in the past far too many times.

“Don’t look at me like that, he’s not going to hurt me if Alice is with me. If I’m not back in five minutes- send a search party. I love you both.”

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Return to New York (Hiatus)

Riley held Lissy tightly as they travelled in the SUV- not really having a life plan. Yes, Lissy wasn’t hers- but she was the reason that the little girl had lost her father. If she had stayed in Cordonia all those years ago, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. She wouldn’t have left her family that she unexpectedly gained during her time in the Mediterranean, she wouldn’t have met Harry.

Arriving at the location, she sighed as they exited the SUV. Taking the little girls hand- she knocked on the door, hoping she would be welcome.

“Hi..” Riley quietly said, almost like a whisper. “I have nowhere else to go. Can we stay a night or two until I get my head sorted?”

“What happened to running away again?”

“I couldn’t do it. I don’t know why?”

“Good job too. You belong here! We can’t lose you again.” Her friend pulled her in for a hug, promising that everything would be fine.

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Cordonian Wags

“I don’t need to go to training, I can come with you. Leo said it would be fine.”

“Is Leo in charge now?” For the first time in two months, he saw a smile creep up onto her face.

“Well he’s captain, no one argues with the captain. It’s nice to see that smile again...” Blushing, she wanted to pull him in. To kiss the man that she loved with all of her heart.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry. Drake?” Sitting next to her on the bed, he looked at her concerned.

“I love you with all of my heart, Walker....” Finally, Drake thought to himself. Hearing those words made him hold her tightly- not wanting to let her go.

“But what if it isn’t good news? I want us to work, but I also want you to be happy if I’m not here anymore...promise me one thing?”

“What?”

“If we are going to get through this, we can’t allow Kiara to come between us.” Or Madeleine, Drakes face grimaced before fixing a smile.

“I’ve already told you, I can retire now if I wanted. We can move.”

“Running away isn’t going to solve the issue. Our families are here.”

“Then we stay here, nothing will break us apart. I mean nothing at all...”

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“Why Me?” and “What took you so long?”:

These two series are currently on hiatus for the foreseeable future- as I have no idea what I’m doing with them at the moment.👎🏻😞

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Prompts:

Trapped in the house prompts 5. “No offense, but I am so tired of your face.”

Drake x Riley (The Unexpected Roommate)

“Can’t you go and work in your room? You’re too close to me!”

“My room is for sleeping in. Only. Don’t like it- go out. Oh... you can’t. So deal with it!”

Turning the tv up louder, she smirked to herself. Knowing that it was distracting him, she couldn’t resist.

“No, offense but I’m tired of your shit! Can’t you see that I’m trying to work?”

“No offense but I’m so tired of your face. Like, everywhere I go... you’re there! In my face. It’s annoying.”

“Go to your fucking old room, Riley. You’re pissing me off! In fact, I here by banish you to your room! Goodbye. See ya. Au revoir. Auf Wiedersehen. Yasou. Adios.” Laughing to himself, he watched as she walked to the room. Watching her body tense, she turned around to face him- he jaw was clenching.

“You’re a fucking jerk! No wonder you insisted that I stay in the lounge! How stupid could I be?”

“Well if you didn’t fuck me after getting drunk yet again.... you’d be at Daniel’s and Maxwell’s where you actually live now. You’d actually have a bed to sleep in. You wouldn’t have to wear my clothes.”

“Well..... if you didn’t come to my bar with Leo....Get so rat arsed, flirt with me. Get me drunk. We wouldn’t be in this situation. If you didn’t turn my old room into a gym, I’d have somewhere to fucking sleep in these circumstances. At least if you got another roomie, I could share with them...”

“I never forced those drinks down your neck. You did that all by yourself. You put me off getting another roomie...” Gritting her teeth together, she allowed him to have the last word. Which was unlike her, usually she preferred to be the authoritative person. Walking over towards the kitchen, she put the kettle on. Retrieving her phone, she opened Spotify. Putting the volume on full belt, she played Queen. As she did that first night she suffered with Drake.

“Riley! Turn it fucking off!”

“Did you say something Drake? I can’t hear you....” Smirking, she wished that she told him to fuck right off the previous night at the bar.

****

Trapped in the house prompts 6. “I don’t even want to have sex anymore.”

Liam x Riley (Based on the characters from Hold On)

Walking back into the living area, Riley felt awful with how she had spoken to Liam. Watching him do a puzzle with his children, he seemed relaxed. Embracing the quality time he could spend with his family.

“Hey.”

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry. Sex isn’t everything in a relationship..”

“Mommy. What is sex? You said a bad word. Didn’t she daddy?”

“I didn’t. I said duck and ducking. Mommy really.. Erm. I really want to see the ducks. But I can’t. I’m so sorry, that we can’t go and see the ducks. I didn’t say a word beginning with S either Ayah. I said, erm... flex. Because daddy can’t go to the gym and flex his muscles.”

“He did this morning.”

“Yes, but he is so busy now with his meetings over the phone. Isn’t that right darling?”

“Of course, love. Ayah, I’m going to tuck you and Louis into bed. I’ll read you both a story. Say goodnight to Mommy.”

****

Rachel Green prompt list 17. “We would like more alcohol.” And 7. "We're supposed to start fun in 15 minutes."

Evie x Liam (We Belong- prequel)

Olivia and Evie ran out of the room, and into the larger ballroom. Scrutinising the room, Evie headed straight towards Leo and Bertrand, as Olivia headed towards the Bruleys.

“What are you doing here? You’re just a kid...”

“Your highness, I am a young lady. I’m fifteen. Anyway, your brother asked me to come...”

“Oh, did he now? I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He’s been pining after you. So what’s the real reason that you’re here?”

“Guilty. It’s boring in there, I’ve only been in there a few seconds and I already want to go back to boarding school. Could you help us ‘kids’ have a bit of fun? Including alcohol?”

“No!”

“Bertrand I wasn’t asking you! Leo?”

“Sure. I mean come on Bertrand, stop being such an arse, we drank underage. I’ll be the distraction, and B can get you the booze. But you will all have to pretend that you’ve gone to bed. Do your drinking upstairs...”

“Deal. Bertrand?”

“Fine! But I’m not getting blamed for this...”

****

Ross Gellar prompt list 9. "My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stairs."

Maxwell, Drake, Willow and Sophie (both women belong to @pedudley)

Arriving at the supermarket, Drake instantly regretted agreeing to come. The first reason being, was when Maxwell handed them both a mask to wear. Like I’m really going to avoid catching germs with a bit of material. People were panic shopping, overfilling their trollies. Maxwell grabbed a trolley, he pushed it forward before leaping onto it over dramatically.

“Wahoo! Supermarket sweep- here we come!” Willow screamed with excitement trying to catch up with Max. Fucking children, Drake murmured to himself- keeping a distance, he dodged people barging past him.

“Buddy! You’ve already got five packs of toilet rolls! This one is mine.” Maxwell snapped at the stranger whilst playing tug of war. Willow ran over to assist him, Drake believed that she would calm the situation down. Checking his phone, he had hoped that the two of them would grab the ‘essentials’ that Max had insisted they needed and they could quickly escape the nightmare he was living in.

“Excuse me? Do you know that man and woman?” Drake turned to the man, wondering why concern was painted across his face. Facing Willow and Maxwell his eyes widened.

“Nope. Never seen them before in my life. I think that they have been released from the psychiatric hospital by the looks of it.”

****

17. “You’re going to permanently fuse with the couch at this rate.”

Drake x Evie (We Belong)

“Jesus, Evie. How long have you been laid there?”

“Six hours, four minutes...”

“Why didn’t you come and get me? I could have joined you.”

“I needed some alone time. I’m depressed. But Ben and Jerry kept me company.” Drake already knew this, the food wrappers surrounding her on the couch was the slight giveaway.

“You’re going to permanently fuse with the couch at this rate.” He said sarcastically, before joining her.

“So? If we can’t get married on the day that we planned, I may as well work my way through the fridge and watch Netflix. I refuse to leave the couch until I’ve finished binge watching a series. Nothing better to do. Then, I’ll go on a diet just to make sure I can still fit in my dress.”

“You could turn up to the wedding in a bin bag, and you’d still be the most beautiful woman in the world.”

[sherlollydramoine]

Welcome to the Tumblr-Dome Bitch! Pt 3

Warnings: smut-ish, mostly implied. Fluff with a cute ending. Also, don’t come for me because online friendships are very real. 

Okay y’all so I had to break this ish up into three parts, because well.. This idea got away from me. This is the conclusion. I realize that some of this is very out of character for Rami but this idea got away from me and it was making me laugh. So I’m sorry. I hope you can enjoy this ridiculous thing for what it is.

(PART ONE) (PART TWO)

Word Count: 1342

You both decided for your sanity to just avoid Tumblr for the rest of the day/evening. 

You showered and got ready for your evening with Rami, while he was texting you on and off the entire rest of the day.

Making dinner turned into something interesting, since you weren’t really sure what to cook.

Settling on one of your faves, you made a pot roast. You already had the roast thawed since you wanted to make it for dinner anyway. The prep went quickly since you just had to pop it in the oven.

He had agreed to come over around four-thirty to five, and you still had a little bit of food to finish. 

You let him into your building and told him your door was unlocked. 

When he showed up he was holding a bag that sounded like glass bottles clinking together. 

“I brought several different kinds of alcohol as an apology for the shit storm I created for you. I really am sorry.”

You just laugh and tell him that it was okay. 

He places a small kiss on your temple while you finished working on the potatoes.

“It smells delicious in here, what did you make?”

“Pot roast. It’s a comfort food of mine and one of my favorite meals ever.”

“Smells heavenly, so alcohol, pick your poison. I’m honestly down for some tequila right now.”

“God, me too!” you exclaim as you pull out a couple of glasses and some ice. 

Why don’t you take your drink and meet me at the table, I’ll be there in just a few minutes. With dinner.”

You gathered up all of the food and slowly brought everything to the table, while he sat there sipping on his drink.

Once you were both seated you ate and chatted. Mostly about the interesting turn of events of the last eighteen hours, upcoming work projects, and life. 

Conversation between you two somehow was easy just like it was when you two met last night. 

After you finished eating, clearing the table, and putting the food away you both settled on the couch. You both had, had a few drinks already and you weren’t sure if he was being funny or not but suggested you do something that is really going to set people into a frenzy.

“Why don’t we take a selfie and post it on my Tumblr blog? I don’t know why. I know this is stupid and could cause a frenzy but maybe I should settle something. Maybe I should just let the world know it’s me. You said there is a way to disable messages right?”

“Oh Lord Rami, this is stupid, but yes it is possible. I can show you, but you might have to do it from a laptop.”

“Well good thing yours is right here YN.”

“Most of my followers don’t even know what I look like anyway so I don’t see how this can hurt, unless you tag me in it.”

He brought out his phone and the two of you settled into a comfortable position on the couch before snapping a selfie. 

He opened the Tumblr app and posted the photo and he tagged you in it. Shortly after hitting the post button he opened the Twitter app and posted the picture of the two of you with the caption “Dinner, drinks, and snuggle time with my new favorite person. Just posted this on my new Tumblr blog ItsMeRami” Your jaw nearly hit the floor.  

You watch as he hits post, and then you open the Tumblr app on your laptop and allow him to log in. You show him how to disable anons, which he does and then closes the laptop.

“Rami, this is going to blow the fuck up and-”

He just smiles at you before capturing your lips in his. 

The panic subsided as his lips began to work yours, tasting a mixture of pot roast and tequila.

All the possible Tumblr drama forgotten as his hands slowly work their way from your hair all the way down your body before settling on your waist. 

The soft moan that escapes you as your body instinctively moves closer to his. 

Your hands end up tangled in his hair, while you straddle his hips, your lips still locked together in a heated kiss. 

You feel yourself grinding down on him through his jeans his little hums of pleasure vibrating through his chest and into yours. 

You almost laugh as he flips you both over and catches your top with his teeth before pulling. 

“In that piece of fan fiction that I read, I must have been strong or the top flimsy because there is no way I am ripping your shirt off with my teeth.”

You laugh for a second, as his hips grind into yours the pressure from his jeans feeling amazing against your center. 

“Oh my God. I don’t care what you do just please…”you whine out unable to form any other words.

His hands quickly work his jeans open as he pulls his cock out of his jeans. Your eyes wide at the gloriousness that is his cock. 

You had forgotten panties with your skirt and you were glad that you had, as his hand finds your core. 

“So wet darling. So wet already.”

“Rami?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me please?”

And with that he slides himself into you slowly. Your eyes locked as you moan at the sensation of him filling you. 

He doesn’t just fuck you, no, he loves you. Several times that night and almost every night after. 

This is a night that you both remember forever, and that selfie you took that night now sits on the mantle of your house four years later. It was just after Christmas now, not quite New Year’s Eve, your belly rounded with the evidence of the late stages of your pregnancy. 

He comes into the living room, his hair wet from the shower he had just taken as he stops to admire you from afar. 

“Who would have thought that would have turned out to be one of the best nights of our lives?”

Your head turning to look at him as you smile, hands unconsciously rubbing your belly. 

“Yeah I know. And I can’t believe that we both still have our damn Tumblr accounts. The girls say ‘hi’ by the way. And Peen is glad you gave permission to post that  photo that I snapped. Always glad for more content, because your dick is glorious even clothed. Those jeans look so good on you. She really is grateful for the ‘exclusive’ content that we give her.”

He just laughs.” I’ll message her and free-rami later about the baby shower ideas they had, they both said that they will be able to be here for it.”

You laugh again. Who would have ever really thought that a chance encounter in a bar and a random foray into Tumblr, would lead to having the best friends and the best husband ever?

“Yeah it took like six months for the Tumbly drama to die down. Man, some of those people came for you hard babe.Glad you mostly just blocked them or deleted them. My publicist also wasn’t super thrilled that I did what I did, but she did find it hilarious. My fans think that my people run my Tumblr blog, but they don’t realize it’s still just mostly you and I that do all of that. And your fanfiction has definitely gotten better, maybe it’s because you write what you know?” he smiles into your hair, you roll your eyes. Even after four years he is still the same.

“Oh my God! You have no idea how many anons I get asking me what your dick is like, since I never really give full descriptions of it. They all want to know how big it is, and if I could upload any photos. People are weird and so is Tumblr. I think your fans are just glad that you engage on social media now, even if it is still very limited.”

“YN, you first told me that Tumblr is a cesspool of the weird and bizarre. Is it any surprise?”

“No.” you laugh again, settling your body back into your husbands.

@the-real-ramimalekpeen @r-ahh-mi @mrhoemazzello @txmel @xmxisxforxmaybe @ramimedley @free-rami @hissom1933​ @spacedustmazzello​ @ramimedley​

[gotatext]

TASK OO1 / OOC SURVEY.

[kermit voice] hallo.... its me 

YOUR ALIAS & NICKNAMES — nora

AGE — 23

TIMEZONE — gmt

PREFERRED PRONOUNS — she/her

MBTI — enfp-infp border cos im an introvert who Masquerades as an extrovert :)

HP HOUSE — i spent 10 yrs of my life thinkin i was gryffindor.... to find out.... huffle....puff...... 

ARE YOU A STUDENT? WHAT DO YOU STUDY? — i fuckin wish! being a student was dope af i got stressed about essays like once a month and apart from that i was just chillin, surrounded by really intelligent people every day n livin it up on the party scene. adult life fucking sucks no one wants to have fun cos we all work fuckin tonnes of hours so we can afford to eat and get paid peanuts xx

ARE YOU ENJOYING IT? — im really afraid of bein one of those jock types who peaked in high school but i deff peaked in uni like 100% i was way more interesting 2 years ago

LINKS TO OTHER ACCOUNTS & SOCIAL MEDIA — im not showin u my instagram bc im a fuckin embarassment but this is pinterest , this is my personal blog, this is my writing / 1x1 blog i never use any more n this is my trash talking twitter where i mostly just cry about timothee chalamet and bash the tories. 

DISCORD USER — kristine’s forehead vein#8664

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FICTION GENRE? — i dont read fanfiction much but when i do u can be sure it’s slow burn angsty enemies to lovers mutual pining heart attack every time one of them accidentally brushes the other’s hand

TOP FIVE FAVOURITE FILMS — suspiria (2018 luca guadagnino version rogue i kno but i prefer the remake), the lobster, before sunrise, baz luhrmann romeo + juliet, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,  thoroughbreds (REC!! so underwatched pls watch it. compelling female characters), hunt for the wilderpeople (also so underwatched), swiss army man, call me by your name, atonement, moonrise kingdom, trainspotting, the florida project. i rlly like films ok

A BOOK YOU FEEL “CHANGED” YOU? — the song of achilles by madeline miller n also fen by daisy johnson

A MOVIE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? — booksmart cos its fuckin dope

WHAT IS YOUR SIGN? — libra

ARE YOU INTO ASTROLOGY? —  i like to pretend im super invested in it mostly to anger my friends but tbh.... i just use it as a rough guide for character creation.... its fun but i dnt .... fully invest in what it has to say..... altho i am the most unbalanced n indecisive bitch on earth so i guess they got that right !! i just live to please baybeyy!

WHAT PLATFORMS HAVE YOU ROLEPLAYED ON? — tumblr for about 8 year (omg) n before tht facebook..... i was very embarassingly in a twilight rp..... i wrote jane..... i also rped as a scene kid oc n when i was like 12 i was on some weird forum harry potter roleplay where i basically played a self insert with georgie henley as the fc......

WHAT OTHER HOBBIES DO YOU HAVE? — i used to have so many hobbies but now i jst lie in my bed staring at the ceiling. but before i was workin like a dog i loved reading, writing, acting in theatre productions..... going out on the town getting bevved..... big druggy EDM nights in warehouses tht probably weren’t liscenced for tht many ppl..... gigs... costume-design and making, spoken word poetry, acrylic painting n rollerskating but my sister broke my skates abt two years ago in vengeance and i’ll never forgive her that fuckin bitch

HAVE ANY PETS? IF SO, TALK ABOUT THEM! — no my landlord is a fascist

IS THERE A TV SHOW YOU RECOMMEND A LOT? — i’ll never stop reccing euphoria!! also i was pleasantly surprised by looking for alaska!! but i also rlly like bob’s burgers, parks and rec, good omens.... black mirror, n sharp objects. lovesick on bbciplayer (n netflix i think) is also rlly fun

ANY SHOWS YOU LIKE SOME MIGHT BE SURPRISED TO HEAR THAT YOU DO? — maybe love island, idk if i talk abt that much bc i am ashamed but i am so obsessed with it. i even got the love island game n got so invested in my fictional relationship w bobby tht i had to delete it

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? WOULD YOU RECOMMEND IT? — god god... i haven’t finished a book in ages.... i recently started reading milkman by anna burns, the bees by laline paull and everything under by daisy johnson.... bt the last book i read cover to cover was probs circe. defs read it. feminist and witchy

CURRENTLY READING? — i jst said this but the bees, everything under and less so milkman cos im finding milkman a bit tough

LAST FILM? REC IT? — i watched ladyworld the lord of the flies all-female remake n even maya hawke could not save it.... dnt get me wrong from an art film point of view i loved it but it felt a bit underdeveloped n a level media studies for me..... apart from tht?? the runaways (yorkshire film not released yet at a preview screening) and threads (also a yorkshire film from the 80s about nuclear apocalypse)

THREE MOVIES YOU NEED TO WATCH — portrait of a lady on fire, i work at an independent cinema n we recently had a preview screening and everyone said it was SICK, uhhhh short term 12, n the new eliza scanlen movie babyteeth

WHAT MOVIE DO YOU THINK YOU’VE SEEN THE MOST TIMES? — madagascar because when i was 12 my parents bought me a little television with a dvd player in it for my birthday and madagascar was the only dvd i owned for like..... the first two years of havin the absolute luxury of a tv in my room so i just used to watch it all the time n i now basically know the script inside out

WHAT ALWAYS PUTS YOU IN A GOOD MOOD? — nothing, life is pointless n i hate fun, let me rot in peace

WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE MUSICIAN / BAND? LIST IF THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE. — ughhh god probably lcd soundsystem. gorillaz, the streets, tame impala, talking heads, soft hair, i also love lizz tho n also angry twangy guitar girl bands like girlpool, courtney barnett, best coast, cherry glazerr,

WILD NIGHT OUT OR QUIET NIGHT IN? — quiet night in my party days are over i cant even be bothered to go to the shops if its past 4.30pm and dark these days

ANY PHOBIAS? — clowns n rats

DO YOU LIKE BUGS? — absolutely not

BIRDS? — yes but not if they fly in my face

ARE YOU A CAT OR DOG PERSON? BOTH? — i love both i want one 

BIGGEST PET PEEVE? — tory middle aged boomers who treat me like actual shit on their shoe because i work in the service industry like thats my choice and their poor economic decisions didnt mean i have to do a shitty job to afford to live bcos of austerity n cuts to arts funding meaning i cant get a job writing unless i self-fund :)))

FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THE RPC? — that everyone ive met through rp is a fuckin LAFF

TOP TEN FAVE FCS TO USE? — god .... diana silvers, timothee chalamet, margaret qualley, kristine froseth, froy gutierrez, zendaya, elle fanning, astrid berges frisbey, hunter schafer, leonardo dicaprio

FIVE YOU LIKE WRITING AGAINST? — herman tomeraas, hunter schafer, saoirse ronan, timothee chalamet, froy gutierrez

FAVOURITE TYPE OF FOOD? — linda mccartney 1/2pounder mozzarella veggie burgers, sweet potato wedges, tomato soup, mozzarella sticks, brownies

WORST FOOD? — green things like broccoli n sprouts gross. baked beans cos as a kid ppl used to do baked bean baths for comic relief / red nosed day a lot n i thought when they were finished in the baked bean bath they just put all the cold beans back in the tin. actually anything small that moves around on your plate. peas. spaghetti. sweetcorn. i dont like small things i cant control.

DO YOU PLAY VIDEOGAMES? IF SO, WHAT ONES AND ON WHAT PLATFORM DO YOU PREFER? — last year my housemate had an xbox n i went through a phase of obsessively playin fable 3 it was amazing. i had like 5 husbands and 3 wives and loads of kids but they all ended up leavin me cos i spent so much time out doing quests neglecting them

ANYTHING ELSE YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE WITH THE TAG? — this

LASTLY, HOW DID YOU FIND US? — im one of those bitches who was in this grp all the way back when it was swipe... so quirky and original!! i knew the band before u! anyway im goin now this has been sufficiently embarassing..... i am lame

[jujywrites]

WIP Challenge

I got tagged by @kikithedeceiver to do this!

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Here’s the thing. I don’t have many separate WIP files; most of them are in one huge doc. and most of the separate wip files are... pretty dead? but ok whatevs. under a read more since it’s long...... and my ego won’t let me skip snippets hjkhkhk thanks for the idea Kiki

From my main miscellaneous folder:

50 Grades of Steele. 1 and a half chaps of a role-flipped 50 Shades of Grey rewrite (i haven’t read the books so I extra don’t care about the characters lol). why do i still have it i’ve lost interest.... *side eyes her entire wip ecosystem* ...Then I see my interview subject, seated at her desk.

"Mr. Grey. I'm pleased to meet you."

And I stop breathing. [end CH1]

[open CH2) I forgot to mention something: I exaggerate occasionally. But I'm not now. I literally stop breathing for a few seconds. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind, which doesn't help my chest stop seizing, but the main problem here is that Anastasia Steele is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Fanfic idea masterlist. my most active file and where I keep most of my WIPS, unless they get too “large”. Organized by fandom. lotta stuff i keep passing by & may as well be dead but don’t wanna delete. here’s a zero-draft snippet of probably the next chapter of my G-rated yukyoru fic collection

He grabbed a pillow and placed it to his chest, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him, praying his idea would work.

Seconds passed and he didn't transform. He put his arms around her gingerly. Should he try to immobilize her or would that make it worse?

She made the decision for him. "Mom," she sobbed, clutching him with an iron grip. "N-Need to help...!"

His stomach dropped to his shoes.

Thudding footsteps announced Yuki's arrival. "What's wrong?! Honda-san--"

He didn't say "What did you do?" The thought raced by and Kyo said, "Grab a pillow and help me!"

As Yuki positioned the pillow and himself without having to ask, Kyo said, "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do!"

"Night terror," Yuki said tightly. He was too close but it almost didn't matter. "Not much you can do besides wait."

MayxWard BDSM fic agents of SHIELD. mix of notes and actual writing. kind of a half AU. Melinda climbed into the driver's side and buckled in, then started up the car. "If you've not ridden on the left before you might have motion sickness. It's normal. Just close your eyes until—" She paused as she looked at him; his hands shook so much he couldn't manage the seatbelt. "Here, let me."

"Thanks," he muttered with a sigh, looking rueful.

Modern AU Zelink. What it says on the tin~ Teenage-ish Zelink, with a mash of supporting characters from other games. another mix of notes and fic. Link wasn't sleeping tonight. Tonight was the night he'd been planning for and awaiting for weeks. He was going on a quest: the quest to meet Princess Zelda. 

She wasn't really a princess, of course. That was just her nickname. Zelda Nohansen was Hyrule's sweetheart, the most sought-after young actress in the movie business. And Link had fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, two years ago in a tiny theater in Kakariko.

PMMMfic homumado. Madoka Magica. AU, been around since about an hour after I finished the series (5 years yikes, still gotta watch Rebellion). Homura's time power still somewhat involved, but Mami's an adult, everyone's at a boarding school (I think?) where ~things aren't as they first seem~ and Madoka has mysterious powers and night terrors. just notes at the moment.

SoubixHitomi.  Loveless. 3 unfinished/dead first-person Shinonome-senseixSoubi snippets, all of ‘em spicy.

yvy abo. Yuri On Ice. Yuri (Katsuki!!)/Victor/Yuko(!!?!), my attempt at. well. omegaverse(!!!!!!!). orignally started as part of a “bad YOI fic” bigbang and now I’m taking it seriously dgdgfg. Alpha Yuko. “Please, please stop,” she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn’t let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

yvy canonfuturefic. Yuko-focused following of canon, or: how canon can I keep YOI while still rareship OT3ing it. She and Yuri fall in and out of love, in between falling for Victor. Victuri is still my life I swear   

“You have got to watch this,” she tells Yuri. She watches Yuri’s face instead of the video, having seen it at least forty times by now.

Yuri’s eyes transform into beacons of awe, and Yuko swallows around her rapid heartbeat, breaths coming too short. She sees everything she’s feeling and more on his face. She remembers that she loves him, that he’s real and here and more important than the beautiful boy on her phone who’s trying to pull her under to a scary new world.

ZnT ot3 bdsm AU. Zankyou no Terror, 9/12/Lisa. mix of notes and fic, not just PWP. in heavy need of editing bc a lot was inspired by a non-spicy book.

“But it’s not just me. It’s everyone. You need everyone because you have no idea how to need yourself. Or even how to be yourself.”

“You’re wrong.” The force and volume of her voice shocked her and pushed her onward. “You and Touji. I don’t need anyone except you and Touji! Because you both taught me how to be myself-- no, how to find that on my own. I know exactly who I am, and that me isn’t complete without both of you!” She could feel the tears streaming down her face, yet somehow her voice didn’t waver. She felt so full of conviction she could burst into flames. “Don’t you understand, Arata? We’re all meant to be together.”

From my SnK folder:

Cave of the Crystal Maiden (working title). Aruani. Modern AU. MMORPG shenanigans with a dollop of magical realism/supernatural. Just notes. @portraitofa-girl suggested “meeting online” and it’s been there literally for years oh lord im sorry. no fic yet, just notes.

Falling Anthem (working title) Modern AU Levihan, art student Hange and young professor Levi. just notes. fic one in a planned series. also has been years ;_;

Raindrops and Soft Steps. Jearmin. unsurprisingly, modern AU. One morning, when Jean looks out of his bedroom window, he sees a boy dancing across the street. In the street, to be exact. There wouldn't be anything unusual about that, Jean supposes, except it's raining cats and dogs outside.

In my IAMXfic folder (fff i almost skipped this):

2ndPOVCalberto (DO NOT CORRUPT WITH HET) ChrisxAlberto? not much to say?? yes i know they’re real people??? which applies to everything after this oh my god *crawls under desk* Of course she knows; she is annoyingly perceptive when it comes to romance. The only thing preventing you from asking her (like a fucking lovestruck teenager) if Alberto likes you back is emptying that beer bottle. By then the only thing on your mind is ordering another.

CalbertImmi. i can’t even keep my poly shit outta RPF ahaha omhg Imogen has a conversation with her lover's lover. (AlbertImmi, sequel to...) Imogen finds herself in an unenviable position. (emerging CalbertImmi)

Alternate summaries (CC POV, first fic?): Chris loves two people. He doesn't want to choose. Chris has fallen in love a few times in his life. But he's never fallen for two people at once. (Chris also isn't good at choosing.)

ChrisxJ. several self-insert fics bc CC is just that powerful, apparently. haven’t looked at the file in a long time,,,,,

He started calling people to the stage with him, and one by one, my row emptied.

"Come on, yeah, come on," he was saying, waving his hand in an inviting gesture and grinning like a little kid. "Hey, you want to?" I did a double take.

"Me?" I mouthed, pointing at myself just to be sure. He nodded, smiling wider.

So it was that I walked unsteadily down the ramp and waited in line, feeling like I didn’t belong there. Soon I was next in line. What would I say? What would I do? I was sure if I opened my mouth I’d either burst into tears or faint.

Genderswapped IAMX sci-fi. The sci-fi was inspired by a word prompt, genderswapping by my own brain. (play spot the Immi lmao) Across the aisle, Sam rolled his eyes. “Leave Chris alone; she’s nervous.”

“And put on your own seatbelt, Johann,” shouted Jess, two seats back and in Sam’s aisle.

Patrick turned  to look at Chris. “Subspace travel is a bitch,” he said simply, and turned back to his book.

“Oh, I feel much less nervous now,” Chris said with a sardonic grin. “How do you know that, anyway?”

"I'm not exactly what I seem to be." He didn’t look up.

Chriimmi (While I Was Gone inspired). Chris/Imogen, inspired by scenes from Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone.

"You really ought not to do that, you know," he said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me."

My eyes slid from his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened."

"Mm." I glanced back at him; he wore a lopsided smile. "Not that I minded." The tension was so strong the air nearly vibrated with it, yet I held my tongue, terrified that I was the only one feeling it. He took a breath, deep, nearly rising on his toes. "No. I didn't mind at all." He took my hand, circled his thumb over the back. My breath caught as I felt it, as I watched him looking down at our hands.

Chriimmi bathtub dream. dream inspired Chris/Immi smut.

Chriimmi twitter. twitfic plus some, inspired from an actual tweet iamx made that i’m still not over. 

@ imogenheap Come sing your lovely lyrics with us in London. @ IAMX misses you. CCx

ChrisxImmi main. grab bag of Chriimmi I was too lazy to put into separate docs.

“What do you think?” She grinned, twirling.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, I-Imogen, what are you wearing?”

“Well, I didn’t want to clash with your theme…  Janine helped me. Does it work?”

Scandalously short skirt, midriff-baring top, knee-high boots.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Her grin only widened, even though a blush had started.

Fic edit chriimmi ver. yeah. editing someone else’s original fic to be chrimmi. either never posting or editing the frick out of. ~_~

He kissed her neck, whispered into it, “I love you.”

Imogen laughed. “Bollocks,” she said lazily.

”I do!” Chris protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, open, a little adoring. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show; I sang every note just for you.”

”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”

”No,” he said. “But I knew you were out there… I knew it had been you the minute I saw you backstage.”

Hospital Chriimmi. In which my guilty feeling over RPF are even worse bc of the inspiration ^_^U “Ms. Heap. What a pleasant surprise.” It’s surprising, how well she remembers his voice.

“Mr. Corner, what have you got yourself into?”

“Oh, just a bit of lingering insomnia. You know how it is.”

She takes a seat in the chair near his bed, crossing her legs. “Well, I’ve certainly had a sleepless night here and there, but I’ve never ended up in hospital from it. So no, I don’t suppose I do know.” Her tone is light, but her smile has begun to crack.

ImmixChris genderbend smut. the my secret friend video is... fertile material. have not actually written the smut yet.

...he saw us as characters– we put on those clothes and become separate from ourselves, removed. Whereas I simply felt like myself in men’s clothes, and instead of feeling what He felt for Her, I just kept right on feeling what I felt for Chris, amplified to a distracting level.

ReluctantdommeImmixSubCC. ...shrug emoji? notes and uh. visualizing.

Vampire Chriimmi. based on a dream. smutty. inspired by True Blood so wow that’s old.

From my Markipairings folder:

demon dream. markiplier self insert...... ughhhhhhhh o///o

"You can have me," I tell the creature. "But this one," I jerk my head toward Mark, "comes with me. He's mine, you see." A bold proclamation to make, but in the moment I know that the truth in those words surpasses everything I've ever said. He is mine, and saying the thought out loud fills me with courage. He squeezes my hand, two short and a long one so strong I think he might break it.

I know we’ll win.

DommeJujY. same as above, same as the next four. smutty.

Fight team AU. i forget where i got this one from. vaguely inspired by loveless i guess.  The first clear thought I had was, He shouldn't have gone ahead of me. The second one was, I should have been able to protect him. But these came later, after the rage went away, after I hugged him and apologized, after I bandaged him…

Gaming meetcute. i win some contest or whatever to secretly tagteam w/ Mark. stuff happens and yeah......

The adrenaline surges through my veins as I take in the scene. Mark's avatar is flailing around, backed into a corner by some Eldritch Abomination and holy shit, the graphics in this game are amazing.

"This is not good, I can't move, I can't move…"

There's a voice in the back of my head screaming to shut the game down, to get that horrible thing off the screen. I ignore it.

Markinpanties. .......smut.

shifter-slight sci-fi AU. shrug emoji.

I looked up from the ground and saw I was heading straight for a brick wall. There was no time to slow down. I braced for impact...

It didn't happen. I opened my eyes and found myself in a café.

What.

Looking behind me, I saw a door. On impulse I walked over and opened it; the tree-lined street I could see through the glass was indeed there. No brick wall to smack my face into. Bewildered, I turned around and looked for a seat, choosing one near a window.

Gouldiplier~. master doc of ficbits of my cracky mccrackship, MarkiplierxEllie Goulding.

I check my phone during break time again. My selfie has been liked and retweeted thousands of times, and I shake my head in disbelief; I don't think that will ever stop surprising me, deep down. To make things even better, Mark's liked it! I'm in the middle of a happy jig when I realize there's a text from him and a squeak of joy slips from me.

hellooo gorgeous

looks like you're having fun. Hope the shoot's going great! <3

I quickly send a reply. it has been. Be glad when it's done tho. Missin u lots xo

Markipicbunnies. fanart of Mark for Gouldiplier insipration. photographer au. 

"Ms. Goulding, I'm really not sure about this…"

"I produce pictures that are intimate because I'm an intimate being, Mark." Ellie looked at him directly, a hint of a smile shaping her lips. "Deep down, I think you are too. We just need to draw you out a bit."

showersexgouldiplier. WELP. IT’S SMUT.

Also I have folders for my 2010/11 nanowrimo novel that are kinda still WIPs but also kinda not

i’m gonna tag.... @kippielovesyou @kiridork and @mistergrass and anyone else who wants to do this can too :3

[choosingmylife]

Tea Party (Maxwell x MC)

I’m a loser who deleted my account, but noooowww, I can make this my primary so woohoo.

Anyway, I don’t really remember what I wrote last time I did this top part so, I’m just gonna go for it. I have this idea for an AU that’s a couple chapters, maybe more, I don’t know yet. 

Plot: It’s a few weeks before Maxwell and Daisy’s wedding. Their trying to plan for the big day while also fulfilling social obligations and whatnot. Everything seems to be going great, as far as they know, but it’s what they don’t know that could tear it all a part.

Word Count: A lot, I guess. I don’t know. I’ll do this better later. Um, but it’s long and I don’t know how to do that “Keep Reading” thing all those cool fan fics have so. yeah.

Tag List: @diamond-dreamland

“No, Maxwell, we cannot have a disco ball at our wedding reception.”

“Oh, but come on! It’s perfect for a dance party!”

“Our wedding isn’t one big dance party! Is that what you think it is?”

“No, no, of course not, but just think abo-“

Daisy holds up a hand, stopping Maxwell’s words. She turns to him, a fierce resolve in her chestnut colored eyes. “No disco ball, Max, and that is final.”

The look on her face and the tone in her voice leaves no room for argument. Maxwell would be smart to leave it at that, to cut his losses and go, but, honestly, who wouldn’t want to have a disco ball at their wedding?

“Okay, but, I don’t think you’re really getting how awesome a disco ball would be. I mean, it’s –“

“Maxwell!” She exclaims in a huff, silencing him once more.

He looks sheepishly away, biting his lower lip and taping his foot on the tiled floor. Daisy, who’d been going over the seating arrangement for their wedding, resumes plotting out where to place each guest. He turns to watch her for a moment and Daisy, knowing he had let it go too easily, flicks her gaze toward him every few seconds, waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop. It’s only five minutes later that it does.

“Alright, if no disco ball, then can I choose the song for our first dance together?” He asks, sitting up in the chair he’d plopped himself into since joining her and beginning the “Disco Ball Debate” nearly an hour ago. Had it really been an hour?

Daisy again stops what she’s doing and puts a hand on her hip. Her eyes are narrowed in suspicion when she asks her own question in return, “And what song were you thinking about?”

Maxwell shrugs, “Oh, you know, just our song.”

Daisy raises an eyebrow. “We have a song?”

He gasps, “Of course we do! Why wouldn’t we?”

She shrugs, “I just didn’t know we had one. So what’s our song, then?”

Maxwell puffs in feigned hurt before he tilts his head and hums in thought. Daisy rolls her eyes at her fiancé’s theatrics and tries to keep a traitorous smile from forming on her lips.

Suddenly, he snaps his fingers and makes Daisy jump. “Yes! You remember that one place we went to a couple of weeks back? That song that played right after that other one, the one uh…that uh…oh you know!”

Daisy shakes her head, “No, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you know the name of it?”

Maxwell frowns, “Um, obviously. It’s called…um…” Daisy arches an eyebrow as she watches him try to remember the name.

“You don’t know what it’s called and it’s supposedly ‘our song’?”

“No, I remember, really, I do! It’s called-“

A knock on the door cuts Maxwell off and, a second later, Olivia walks inside.

Maxwell tries to speak first, “Hey, Oliv-”

“Oh Daisy, there you are! I thought I was going to have to deal with this insufferable tea by myself,” She says as she comes to stand beside Daisy, looking over the seating chart as she does so. She clicks her tongue almost immediately. “Mm, no, I wouldn’t put him there. He has a tendency to drink a little too much and get a little too mouthy. An annoying habit that I want no where near me. He should go…” She picks up a paper with a name on it and moves it off the table completely, letting the paper fall to the floor. “There. That’s better.”

Daisy sighs and bends down to pick up the slip of paper. “Olivia, you can’t just uninvite people to my wedding because you find them annoying. We’re already struggling to get people to come as it is.” She straightens back up and puts the paper back on the chart, this time switching it for a place further away from where it was originally. “And what do you mean, ‘insufferable tea’? It’s a tea for me, for my wedding.”

Olivia rolls her eyes, “Then what is the point of being your Maid of Honor if I can’t do just that?”

Daisy frowns, “Wait, you’re not my-”

“And you know how I feel about tea parties. It’s like torture. Except, it’s not me torturing someone else. I’m the one being tortured, which isn’t nearly as fun,” she says, waving a hand in the air as she walks from around the table to stand across from Daisy.

“I don’t know, I think you being tortured might be kind of fun,” Maxwell mumbles from his chair.

Olivia turns on him, an icy glare making Maxwell shiver, before she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, her face has taken on an air of stoic politeness. “Oh, hello, Lord Maxwell. I didn’t know you were in here,” she says.

“But I said ‘Hey’ when you walk-”

Olivia turns to Daisy before he can finish, making Maxwell throw his hands up and Daisy give him a sympathetic look. “Anyway, we really should get going. As much as I detest these types of…gatherings, I really dislike being late. So, let’s go,” she declares, heading towards the door.

Daisy casts a look over the chart once more, thoughts of how much she still needed to finalize and plan and put together flashing through her mind. She really shouldn’t leave yet, there was still so much she had to do. Biting her lip, she looks worriedly between the paper and Olivia until finally settling her gaze on her fiancé.

Sensing her distress, he stands and walks to her. They stare at each other for a moment, ignoring Olivia at the door, looking anywhere but at them with a face of pure boredom. In a sudden movement, Maxwell’s arms wrap around Daisy, pining her left arm to her side as he squeezes her body against his.

“Everything will work out, Daisy. Don’t worry. We’ve got this wedding in the bag!” he tells her, voice muffled by her hair.

She lets out a lowly laugh, “I don’t know about that, Max. There’s still so much to do and to plan. Everything has to be perfect and I can’t make sure that happens if I’m going to some stupid tea.”

He rubs her right arm with one of his hands as he continues to hold her tightly. He pulls back to look at her and she tilts her head up to look at him in turn. “Everything will be perfect. You know why?”

She shrugs as best she can with Maxwell’s arms around her.

“Because it’s our wedding. And there’s no one more perfect than us. Well, you. You pretty much pick up the slack for me in that department, but still.” Daisy laughs and he smiles, satisfied at perking her up, even for just a moment, “So, let’s go to this tea and show everyone just how perfect we are, okay?”

She nods and he pulls away, but not totally losing contact, as he grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers.

“Finally! This display of affection has made me nauseous and I’m more than ready to get this whole thing over with,” Olivia comments as they make their way out the door and down a long hallway.

They reach the room that the tea party is being held in and, just before they enter, Daisy squeezes Maxwell’s hand. He looks down at where their hands are combined and back up at her, a question on his face. She gives him a small smile and subtly shakes her head before moving them forward and into the room. Several pairs of eyes turn their way, with many carrying the intent to speak with the couple as soon as they can.

The first to greet them, however, were their friends.

“Oh, Daisy, you look lovely!” Hana gushes, pulling Daisy in for a hug. Reluctantly, Maxwell lets her go and, immediately, misses the warmth of her hand.

“Thank you, Hana. Your dress is gorgeous,” she replies, stepping back and moving to greet their other friends.

“Yes, you do look lovely, Lady Daisy. Maxwell certainly is a lucky one,” Liam says, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Daisy waves a hand in front of her, “Oh please, I think I’m the lucky one. But thank you!”

Maxwell gets a hug from Hana as well and a handshake from Liam. They chat for another moment, the girls discussing wedding plans and the boys pretending to be interested as they hum and haw in response. Eventually, someone pulls Daisy and Hana away from the group, leaving only Liam and Maxwell.

“So how are you doing, Maxwell? We haven’t had a chance to really speak in quite a while,” Liam says.

“I’m doing good. Great, actually. Daisy’s been...great. I mean…being with her is just…It’s more than I ever thought possible,” he replies, not fighting the cheek splitting grin that appears on his face.

Liam stiffens and frowns, briefly, before arranging his mouth back into a smile. “Yes, Lady Daisy does have that way about her. You’re one lucky man, Lord Maxwell.”

Maxwell looks at him for a second before responding, “Yeah, I-”

Drake appears suddenly beside Maxwell, the ever present glass of whiskey in his hand. “Is this thing over yet?”

“It just started, Drake. It’s not going to be over for some time yet,” Liam answers before Maxwell does.

The corners of Drake’s mouth tilt downwards, “Well, atleast I’ve got this,” he says, raising the glass.

“Speaking of, where did you-”

“Lord Maxwell! How delightful it is to see you!” A voice cuts through Liam’s question and all eyes turn to the source. Duchess Adelaide pushes through the crowd until she is standing just before Maxwell, a little closer than is appropriate, and holds up a hand to him.

“Well, hello, Duchess Adelaide, it’s wonderful to see you, as well,” he replies, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. He contains the shudder that wants to run through him at the connection of his lips and her skin.

She smiles and flutters her eyes at him as she turns to Liam and curtsies before him. “And your Majesty. Not too busy to attend a tea, are we?”

No one miss the complete disregard for the third member of their group. Maxwell feels Drake shrug beside him as he sips his drink.

He chuckles, “It seems I’m busy a great deal of the time, but I had to make room in my schedule for my closest friends. They’ll only be married once, after all.”

Adelaide’s eyes flare for a moment before they return to their normal state. “Yes, well, we hope anyway.” Turning to Maxwell, she places a hand on his arm. “Since we’re on the subject of your wedding, I wanted to express how excited I am for you! I simply cannot wait for the party of the year!”

Maxwell eases his arm out of Adelaide’s grasp. “It’s not really going to be that kind of party, Duchess. Daisy and I are keeping it a little more low key. If there was a party, it would be pretty small.”

“Low key? Small? I can’t imagine anything about a Beaumont being…small,” Adelaide says, placing a hand over her chest in an obvious attempt to draw attention to her cleavage. From the corners of his eyes, Maxwell notices Liam raise a brow and Drake choke on a sip of his drink.

Maxwell clears his throat and his eyes dart around the room in search of his future wife. Daisy? Daisy, save me, please!

By some miracle, he finds her in the crowd and, as if sensing his plea, she turns to him. Quickly assessing the situation, she begins making her way to him. Thank you, thank you, thank-

An elbow in his side brings Maxwell back to the woman in front of him. “Oh, well, you know. Daisy and I are just…we, um, are a little more-”

“Boring?” she suggests, stepping closer. Maxwell takes a step back and looks to either side of him for some help from his friends, but of course, they’ve left him alone.

“No, no, not boring. Just, uh…” he searches the crowd again for Daisy and sees that she’s been stopped by another guest. She flashes him a look of apology as she tries to rush the conversation along. Maxwell gulps and fearfully looks at Adelaide again, who’s placed a hand on his arm again.

“Sounds boring. Someone like you, Lord Maxwell, needs excitement in his life. Is Daisy going to give that to you?” she asks, a finger running circles on his arm.

“Excitement isn’t very far when it comes to me and Daisy. Or a first aid kit, you know, for when things gets a little too exciting. Although, it’s more for me than Daisy since I tend to do some pretty reckless things like that one time I-“

“Oh, Maxwell, you aren’t telling that story yet again, are you?” Daisy’s joking voice from behind Adelaide cuts him off and he has never been happier to be interrupted than he was right then.

At Daisy’s voice, Adelaide removes her hand from him, taking a step back as Daisy comes around and to Maxwell’s side. Daisy loops an arm around Maxwell’s and leans up to kiss him on the cheek.

He forces a laugh that he’s pretty sure sounds like the noise a dying whale would make before placing a hand over her own. “Oh, you know me. Always telling stories. And you know that one’s my favorite!”

Daisy laughs, much smoother than he had, and shakes her head before turning her attention to Adelaide. “Every story is his favorite, I swear. I can’t believe someone could have so many stories to begin with.”

Adelaide forces a smile. “Mm, yes, the Beaumont’s are well known for their…stories,” she replies, an underlying tone hinting towards more than just the run of the mill tales.

Daisy tightens her hold on Maxwell’s arm and he holds in a yelp of pain, “Of course they are.” She looks back up to Maxwell and grins at him, her love for him clear in her eyes. “And I can’t wait for the new stories we create, together.”

Maxwell can’t help but match her smile as he leans in and kisses her forehead. “I can’t wait either,” he says.

Adelaide sighs, loudly, “Yes, I’m sure we are all excited for those stories. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s something I need to speak to Madeleine about.”

Before either one can respond, she turns sharply and disappears in the crowd. Maxwell lets out a breath as he and Daisy separate. “Oh thank you, so much! You can’t even begin to understand how much you just saved me,” he exclaims and she giggles.

“Aw, poor Maxwell can’t handle old Adelaide by himself?” she teases and he scoffs.

“I could have, I mean, if I just…she just caught me off guard. If I had been prepared, I would’ve…” he trails off.

“Done the exact same thing you just did? Beg me with your eyes to come save your puny butt.”

He points a finger at her. “Hey! My butt is not puny! It’s the perfect size and you know it!”

Daisy laughs and grabs his hand. “Yes, everything about you is perfect, butt included. Now, let’s go get some food. I know tiramisu isn’t typical at these things, but I know how much you love it so I asked them to-”

“Tiramisu!?” Maxwell exclaims, before pulling a giggling Daisy behind him in search of the world’s most divine treat.

The couple continue to joke and talk with one another as they move around the room, unaware of the eyes that follow them. But if one were to observe a little more closely, they would find a glint of pure evil and malice in one pair of eyes, showing only a fraction of the thoughts inside the mind of the owner. One would especially notice that most of it is aimed towards one person, Lady Daisy. And one would certainly fear for her if they truly knew how vile and monstrous the thoughts were and just how soon each one was going to play out exactly as imagined.

[ravenclawravings]

Tag Game

Hi all! Recently we have been tagged in a bunch of those tag games. So instead of clogging your newsfeed we decided to combine a bunch into one post.

Here are some of you who tagged us! (I tried to find you all but, we get a lot of notifications and Tumblr makes it very hard to sort through them)

Tagged by: @headcanonsandmore 

@fuckitup-in-style,

@acciohermionejg

@iamskylorsaurus

@unusuallyzealousburgette

Gender: Both of us are girls.

Birthday: Zoe: March 28th. Alex: March 11th

Last movie seen: Zoe: Dunkirk Alex: Star Wars: The Last Jedi

What do you post/reblog: Zoe: A bunch of random crap. Alex: On this blog we post #relatable content. On my personal I just shitpost

Last thing you Googled: Zoe: “List of apex predators” Alex: “how do radiators know when to turn on”

Favorite blog: Zoe: No idea. Alex: @myendlessparade has some dank content ;)

Dream job: Zoe: Writer/ youtuber but I’m bad at both Alex: YouTuber or a paid/professional internet content creator

Dream trip: Zoe: I don’t know, I haven’t been to Japan before, I guess Alex: I really want to go to Germany but, I’d love to go anywhere in Europe. Or anywhere outside the US. Or anywhere really.

What would be your first entry in a new diary: Zoe: I don’t diary Alex: Probably something really random, a random thought perhaps. All of my past journals are filled with weird shit like “Tap Dancing Cat Play” with zero context

Top 3 things you love about yourself: Zoe: Why is this so hard? Can I say things I love about Alex instead? 1) She’s smart and funny and a great person to be around. 2) She’s creative and works so hard on the things she’s passionate about. 3) She’s supportive and understanding and all around a great friend. Alex: d’awwwww <3 turning the tables now - here are three reasons I love Zoe: 1. She’s a very accepting, patient and understanding friend. 2. She’s full of good ideas and the reason we started this blog. Also partly convinced me to pursue YouTube seriously (speaking of we need to do something about the gaming channel) 3. She has a very dark and dry humor, we can talk and laugh for hours

3 things you wish you knew how to do: Zoe: 1) Drive stick, 2) speak a different language (I’ve tried, I’m really bad at it), 3) manage my finances Alex: 1. Make gifs, 2. play an instrument, 3. drive??!?

Something you wish you had discovered/invented first: Zoe: I honestly don’t know. Alex: I asked Jake what to say and he said “submarines.” So I guess submarines

3 qualities you like in a person: Zoe: 1) their sense of humor, 2) intelligence, 3) creativity Alex: 1. taste in media, 2. humor, 3. uniqueness

3 qualities you dislike in a person: Zoe: 1) Cockiness, 2) overly defensive, 3) when someone talks over someone else and especially when they don’t stop and listen when the first person tries to keep talking Alex: 1. Selfishness, 2. carelessness, 3. when they walk slowly in front of me

Favorite planet: Zoe: I guess technically Earth because I live here, but viva la Pluto! Alex: Mars! Mars has such a vast history for such a barren planet.

A resolution you make every year: Zoe: I don’t make resolutions. Alex: I don’t really make resolutions but, I try to be less hard on myself each year

Something you’re better at than most people: Zoe: Um... writing? Alex: Video editing

Something you’re worse at than most people: Zoe: Talking to other people. Alex: Making friends

Favorite thing about tumblr: Zoe: Memes? Alex: MEMES and cute animal pictures

Least favourite thing about tumblr: Zoe: The entire way that this site is set up is like someone threw darts at a board and went “so this goes here, and uh, I guess that’s how we do this...” Alex: Dear god, this website is designed poorly for blog runners! There is no clear way to sort notifications, you either get them all or none at all. Also there have been times when a queued post just doesn’t post or tags just delete themselves while you’re typing them.

Weapon of choice: Zoe: Knives or a bow and arrow (I’m actually quite good at archery) Alex: Uh, none...

Something not many people know about you:  Zoe: I was going to be in a production with my dad trying to break the world record of most roller coasters ridden in a day, but the plans everything fell through about midway through, so it never happened. Alex: In middle school I used wear one ankle sock and one knee high because...fashion...?

Favorite means of transport: Zoe: I like driving, but if I’m going into the city, I’m taking the train. Alex: God, I hate all means of transportation. It’s all bad. Let’s just learn how to teleport already

Favorite story: Zoe: Harry Potter Alex: A New Hope

Chicken or egg: Zoe: Dinosaur Alex: I was going to say chicken but, Zoe’s answer is the really the best one

Something that always makes you laugh: Zoe: Cats. Alex: When Zelda yells around the apartment at her toys

What is the strangest thing about you: Zoe: You should see some of the texts I send Alex. Alex: just who I am as a person

You get to switch places with someone for a day, who is it and why: Zoe: Can I switch places with my cat? Alex: I’m stealing Zoe’s answer. Fuck yeah! I’d love to be Zelda for a day!

Name: Zoe Alex

Nicknames: Zoe: None Alex: Weasel

Height: Zoe: 5′7″ Alex: 5′3″

Orientation: Zoe: Hell if I know Alex: straight

Nationality: Zoe: I’m a US and UK citizen. Alex: ‘murican

Favorite Fruit: Zoe: Banana? Alex: Oranges

Favorite Season: Zoe: Fall Alex: Fall

Favorite Flower: Zoe: Roses Alex: Blue Roses! (only people from high school will get this joke and none them follow me....)

Favorite Scents: Zoe: Burning wood Alex: Most any candle

Favorite Color: Zoe: Purple Alex: Purple

Favorite Animals: Zoe: Cheetah, wolves, sea pancake Alex: Zelda!

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: Zoe: Depends on my mood Alex: All of the above, please

Average Sleep Hours: Zoe: 6 Alex: 8?

Dog or Cat Person: Zoe: Both Alex: Love both but, I really like cats

Favorite Fictional Characters: Zoe: Oh god, Aragorn, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Gandalf, don’t make me choose, I could keep going. Alex: Han Solo, The Master, Mac, Michael Scott, Squidward (??), I don’t know man!

Number of Blankets You Sleep with: Zoe: Anywhere between 1 and 4 Alex: Normally one but, if it’s real cold, two or more

Blog Created: Zoe: This blog was created a little over a year ago, my personal blog was created something like nine years ago I think. Alex: Mine was made like 6 years ago?

Number of Followers: 48,100

Random fact: Zoe: When people are hanged, they die from lack of blood flow to the brain. Alex: Most female cats are right pawed

Star sign: Zoe: Aries Alex: Pisces

Hogwarts House: Take a guess

Why I made this account: Zoe: I made the account because I wanted something to do, and then I invited Alex to be a part of it with me. Alex: What she said ^

Reason for url: Alliteration is cool?

My favorite writer: Zoe: It changes all the time. Alex: Dr. Seuss

My favorite book: Zoe: Harry Potter? Alex: I have no clue?

My favorite movie: Zoe: Lord of the Rings Alex: Oh dear, I don’t know... Ed Wood (1994) ?

Time: Zoe: 15:46 Alex: 9:58pm

Favourite bands: Zoe: Queen, The Who, FOB, Muse, a lot. Alex: Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons, Panic! at the Disco

Favourite solo artists: Zoe: No clue Alex: Uh none? I don’t really listen to music besides the three bands listed and movie soundtracks

Song stuck in my head: Zoe: Right now, it’s “I’m Only Joking” by Kongos Alex: “Champion” by Fall Out Boy

Last show I watched: Zoe: NCIS Alex: I don’t really know. It’s between The Punisher, Black Mirror and Peep Show. I watch so many things I forget when I last watched it

Do I get asks: Zoe: Not really. Alex: We get asks here pretty often. I never get any personally - except spam

Lucky number: Zoe: 13 Alex: 3

Instruments: Zoe: I played the clarinet ages ago, and I sorta learned Violin for a little bit, but if you asked me to play any instrument now, I’d probably suck. Alex: I am not talented enough

What I am wearing: Zoe: Plaid and leggings. Alex: Grey and black sweater, leggings and draped in a blanket 

Favourite food: Zoe: I want pancakes right now, so let’s go with that? Alex: I’m so bad at picking favorite things! I just love food!

Last book I read: Zoe: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (it’s tradition for me to reread all the novels every year, and I was late last year, so I only just finished it in time) Alex: The Disaster Artist

3 favorite fandoms: Zoe: Oh, god... Harry Potter, LotR, and i guess certain youtubers? Alex: uh, that changes depending on how I’m feeling. Right now, probably, Star Wars, YouTube and something else?

[sassysimmuffins]

Sims 4 Survivor Challenge - The Hunger Games Edition

I have modified and added some additional rules to the Living Off The Land Challenge by kiwi84 to add some more gameplay aspects that I felt would work with this challenge and to make it a little more interesting and a LOT more chaotic, so I came up with the Survivor Challenge - The Hunger Games Edition.  There are so many good challenge ideas that I wanted to pull inspiration from a few of them and come up with something that hopefully everyone can do with the packs they have in their game. Feedback and other ideas are always welcome. 

BASIC RULES

You must pick one world for your Sim to live in except for a destination world.  

Your founding Sim can never move, because you are stranded on an island.  

You can not use any cheats including Debug objects.  The only cheat you can use is MOO. (move objects on)

Your founding Sim can never work or do small jobs, they are in the middle of nowhere.

You are not allowed to have any computers, tablets or TVs in your home.  If you have the lot trait Off The Grid, you may use that to add some more difficulty and to make your Sims' overall comfortability end up in the crapper.

If for some reason your sim ends up preggers, your kids can NOT go to school. Also children can not compete in the Survival Challenges, what do you take me for a monster? lol  But of course when they are young adults..let the “hunger” games begin..*Que villainous laugh*

You can change and add holidays as you like, but you MUST have one event each week in which your Sims will compete to see who gets to go to the survival Island. HOORAY!

You can have a pet starting out, if you do choose to have a pet you can NOT take them to the vet if they get sick.  We are on an island, it’s survival of the fittest here people.  If you do get a pet you can train them up to hunt for you.

Each Wednesday a new Sim must wash up on your island and be added to your family.  You can NOT control the other Sims, only your original Sim.  If for some reason your original Sim dies in a challenge, you can pick another Sim to play, but the same rules will apply you can only control your new Sim.

CREATING YOUR FOUNDER

Your founding Sim can be a male or female, but they must start out with the Freelance Botanist aspiration or the Angling Ace aspiration.  You can pick whatever traits you like, but they will be stranded on an island and their clothes may not be in the best of shape.

Once your sim completes the botanist aspiration, you can pick another one from the following choices:

Angling Ace

Outdoor Enthusiast

Lord/Lady of the knits

Soulmate (this might be a hard one since you can never leave your world lol)

FOUNDER  RULES:

You can choose any world for your Sim to live in except for a destination world.  (I love Sulani for this if you have the option, for a castaway theme) When you pick your world you must delete all the other builds on the other lots and remove all the other Sims.  You must then choose a lot in that world and your current Sim can never move.  You can travel within your world.  I used Sulani so I made a rule where my Sim had to have a high enough fitness level to “Scuba” to the other islands.  But this part is up to you.  

You start out with ZERO money.  Since you can do a tiny lot trait you can use a single 4 tile platform, I did that and made it look like a washed up wooden pallet.  Your first “shack” must be made out of that original piece and can never be larger than 32 tiles because you are stranded and won’t have access to much building materials.

You can only have objects that your sim could have “made” to use, like a cooking pit for food, a place to “store” food, if you get your logic level up to 5 you can buy a generator to use to power things and if you get your handiness level to 5 you can buy appliances. But you can’t have appliances until you unlock and purchase a generator.  If you don’t have eco living you can just buy the appliances once you have both your handiness and logic level to 5 but you can not buy fancy stuff, it has to be the old stuff that breaks all the time.

You may fish and forage for food, and you can plant what you forage, but you can not purchase any seeds, you can only plant what you find.  If you choose to do the athletics feature of this challenge, once you max your athletic skill you can then travel to other worlds but any world you travel to HAS to be empty, you are just in another part of your current world so it will be deserted as well.  Remember this is a place where you are stranded.  Other sims can be walking around, but they can be the native tribe to that island, so if you want to, you can change the clothes for all the sims to reflect that if you like.  I took out some Sims in my game and limited the amount of people that can populate.  I also changed their clothes so they looked the part for a little added realism.

SURVIVOR EVENTS:

Well that pretty much just sums up the idea behind this whole Let’s Play, your Sims are competing for their very lives.  Each Sim must compete in a weekly Survivor Event.  Each even lasts for 24 hours.  The idea is to see if your Sim is smart enough to make it out alive.  This step will require a little imagination on your part because we are going to come up with clever challenges for your Sims to endure for 24 hours.  Survivor Events can be set up on the lot itself or you can dedicate one lot in your world to the toruture … err, that is the Survival FESTIVAL.. Yeah we’ll go with that.  Festival sounds so much nicer.  You can free build or use money cheats to make your “festival” area but your Sims are not allowed to access it other than when a “festival” is taking place.  I suggest enclosing it behind a fence and locking the gate if you decide to keep it on the lot your sim is living on, or you can just put in on another lot and not worry about the mental anguish your Sims will no doubtedly go through having to stare at their tortur.. err festival grounds while not in use.  Be creative with your builds and the crazier the better!  If you want to see how I set mine up or what my thoughts were for the events, you can check out the first episode of this challenge on my YouTube channel <3   Below are some ideas I thought of, but you can have whatever challenges you like, but they must be done every Friday, and you can only start your challenges when you have two or more Sims.  Also you will need regular players, so every Wednesday you will have a new Sim wash ashore.  There are a lot of good castaway sims on the gallery, or you can create your own.  The only cheat allowed here is to add them to your family.  If they have money you can’t keep it.  Sims that lose must leave the island, but since it is in the middle of nowhere the only way to leave is by death.  Since I used Sulani we will be sacrificing them to the Volcano Gods of the island to appease them… lol don’t judge me.  Or you can sacrifice them to the Cow Plant Gods.. really it’s only limited to your own imagination on this. 

CHALLENGE ROOMS:

Sleep, Swim or Eat: In this room it should be one bench, one plate of food, and only 4 tiles in which the Sim can freely move around.  The rest has to be a pool.  You can place the pool in the middle and then put the various objects around the pool so the Sims have to swim to use the bench to sleep or get the plate of food to eat.  The food will probably go bad before your Sims eat it… but hey no one told them to swim while their food rots now did they?  I’m looking at you Bob Pancakes..

Cow Plant, It’s What’s For Dinner:  This room will obviously have a Cow Plant, if you need one I have a maxed out garden on my Origin Gallery SassySimMuffins You will not need any other objects in this room, but it must be large enough for the Cow Plant and for your Sim to interact with it.  You will have to play around with the MOO cheat (move objects on - pun intended) for this one. The idea is to leave your Sim alone with the Cow Plants and see which one if any get eaten. This challenge is best done when your Cow Plants and Sims are a little on the hungry side.  The winner is the one that didn’t eat the cake. In the event of a tie, you can make them race to a destination and the first one that gets there wins.

BEES..WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE BEES:  You probably guessed it already, but yeah this room has beehives in it.  You will need 3 boxes full of the little angry balls of death in each room, nothing more, just that.  If you want to make your bees not suffer you can give them a flower plant.  I mean we love bees right? #SaveTheMurderBalls.  The idea is that your Sim has to interact with each beehive 3 times every Sim hour.  There is no room for sleep here.  The winner will have the highest positive alignment with the bees.  Oh and you can totally send bees to attack the others if your sim wants a little edge up on the competition. This room is best built using a fence so the bees can interact with other Sims if you want so you should try and do this outside if you can.

Love to see what you guys do with this challenge, and if you do decide to try it, please tag me so I can go watch your video, or you can post your photos on my Twitter, I love to see what crazy ideas you guys come up with!  Remember to be good to each other and to love yourself, ✌️💜🧁

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[thelapismoon]

MCSM S2 E4 Commentary

Wow I have forgotten what this episode even was about. *whispers* I actually never finished watching a playthrough so I guess I'll see some knew stuff. Heh. I'm scared. I managed to get changed, get my food, update my tumblr, and this thing is only 55% complete. HOW LONG IS THIS EPISODE? 

Quite funny that I've already said this much stuff and the episode hasn't even completed downloading. I wonder who actually ever reads this? Sorry about not writing my commentary for the last episode. I just didn't want to stop the episode every three seconds to write. Speaking of that, I might just paused every ten minutes to write. Huh. Thank god it's at 83%. I'm worried. This soundtrack, oml. It's finally done downloading. See you on the other side. Is Radar the narrator now? Admin, Admin, let me like you. I want more Warden interactions. Oh look at this awful frame rate- that's my fault Wait I forgot that I gave in and became a guard. Nurm, I love you. Warden didn't deserve to die. This lighting tho. 10/10. Radar, if you're trying to make me feel bad, it's not working. Nurmie-hurmie, I could never leave you behind, dear. Please don't hurt Xara, telltale. That facial expression. NGHHH FEELS. *singing* Holy shiet. Radar you better be careful because I won't hesitate. Nurm can I hug you? I feel like if that was actual minecraft logic, that jump would've killed us. ITS H I M I love this music, reminds me of some old western but.. dorky. Baby zombie. Tag urself, I'm Xara. NURM. Don't cry.. Let me wipe the tears away, you poor soul. Nghh Jack and Nurm are a perfect couple. If something happens to EITHER of them, I'm gonna throw some hands. You sure that isn't just a carpet..? I haven't played minecraft in like three years so.. Poor Xara. Wtf is wrong with you guys?! Um... NO I DO CARE!! Can I lay down next to you? Well.. Bye? OH NO I SUCK AT FIGHTING. Oh my gosh, this is the first time I survived in one try. Yees. R A D A R. I swear to Persson... Hm. NGHHHH I'm only going to do this because if I don't, Nurm is gonna cry. And I refuse to let. Nurm. Cry. Argh. You're all ungrateful swines. Who is that? Hm. I want to draw her. OH shoot my iPad is at 5% power. "1 night in Fred's house"? That sounds extremely CONVENIENT. Hello, Binta. You look... Nice. *cough* Everyone here seems.. Off. Oh hi Kent. Bye Kent. Gonna just... Slowly walk away. Lapis blue..? *cackles because you must know by now* Wow, good job, Jesse. You just ruined the moment. Can't wait for that to be a running gag no one will stop talking about for two weeks. *sigh* I can't stop thinking about Star Wars right now... Ngh.. F o c u s. Wow I'm actually really proud of this. Oh look, I won. Well now I feel bad. Me and my darn feelings.. WAIT THEY WERE PRETTY CAN I- Argh. I don't like these people. <<nothing much until the Ivor fight because there wasn't much to say>> Doodle doodle doo everything is nice and calm POTION. NGHHHH!!! Oh shiet I don't have a sword. I have a feeling I know who it is <<well of course I do>> Welp, honey, If you gotta kill me, at least I'll know my favorite character of all time did it to me. Hope this stains your conscious, Ivor. Ivor, my love, you're back! <<me the first time I saw him, YES. OH MY GOD. YES. YES!!! HES BACK! HES BACK! ARGHHHH! HES BACK! AHAAAA!>> My sweet alchemist, let me hug you on behalf of my friend and just because I love you so very much. I totally wasn't writing fanfiction about you two hours ago :,)) AGHHH. Ivor, can I just hug you for the rest of eternity? Oh my god I think I'm going to start crying. He looks... Slightly off... CAN YOU HEAR THAT? THOSE CHORDS!!! Those are IVOR'S theme. ACK I love him. Oh wait yeh, ninja, I have questions... Shiet, Ivor. You punched a forest worth of trees? Add that to my scar-headcanon-list. I can't believe they made Ivor the karate kid When his voice gets really deep and husky oh my lord... You know who I'm thinking of.. *looks at you Zoe* Can I hug you? Sweet old man I love you. Harper? Where IS Harper? *hack* where is Soren also? Mmmmm I'm getting all these good vibes now I gotta drop some stuff in the Ivor askbox once I'm done. Darn I wanted the old order to come back :( If Ivor.. shows some type of question of authority towards the admin... Oh my.. "Disappear", hm? Wait.. Okay Ivor's voice ;v; What if Ivor actually killed Jesse? I'd like to read a fic about THAT. Ivor is whispering, I can hug him, he's being witty! everything I could ever want is happening. Ivor's voice lines are my Christmas present. I love you, Ivor. Oh my gosh he looks so short next to Petra. NO DONT GO. Actually. Wait. DO go, If the admin suspects anything of you or even dares to TOUCH you, I will lose my god dang  m i n d Ivor Ivor Ivor. Farewell, my beloved... Okay I'm sorry you all had to see that. I thought I had hallucinated ninja Ivor at first tbh. Well now what? I don't even really wanna play after that.. Argh, I gotta finish this or else I won't be able to play the new episode tomorrow. Stay strong, Lapis. Weren't these two people based off of the great British baking show hosts? I love that show. And now I'm craving cake. Ugh I don't wanna fight in there, don't you know that I suck at fighting? Argh. I wanna read some fic now. Horrifying, hm? I know exactly what I'm gonna do... Okay well that was definitely PG-13 We're gonna forget that ever happened. Heh. *coughs* Hmm.. I'm gonna choose "please don't hit me". RADAR! PUT A SHIRT ON! You're a CHild! Well I just deleted all of the commentary after this so.. *insert distant screeching* Ooo Radar's feet I feel mildly bad about that.. LEVEL SIX HUNDRED?! Boy I don't have TIME for that! Wait WHAT?! Sweet J E S U S. AAA WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!! *panicked screaming* Aaaaaand now I'm dead. Darn. Okay... Oh my gosh that golemn death scene! I smell some foreshadowing.. Romeo.. Death by water? I should keep my mouth shut. That was sick, man. There's MORE?! That's it, I want this to END. Wow that attention to detail.. Me and my darn Romeo-loving-heart. There has to be SOME type of redemption. They could do so much with him... Tbh my friends think I'm crazy because of how I like Romeo but ARGH I like villains, okay?! "Just kids" just started playing INSIDE THE CABIN and now I wanna flip onto Romeo's bed and cry. NGHHH MY FEELS!!!!!!!!!! The music just synced up perfectly. *sigh* I relate to Petra too much.. I want to burst out crying now, this hit too close to home! Petra has never been my favorite character but I can relate to her on a spiritual level. Man I came to have a good time and now I'm feeling personally attacked. AND THIS SAD MUSIC ISN'T HELPING Potato451? Hmm Potato backwards is Otatop. Top? Ota.. Obsidian? Top? The top? Top of the world? The sky? I'm probably taking this way too outta context. OUCH. ma feels. ... Just kids. IS SHE CRYING?! OH MY GOD CAN I ALSO CRY???? Wait this is changing my story? Oh god what have I done? <<later>> Hello, Xara, darling. What exactly did she "repair"? Have a bed, forget my hypocrisy. Wait.. where did she go? FIGHTING argh. Wow I'm alive. Hey Jack. Oh yeh I was gonna go back and save his eye. ..can I do that? I hope that wouldn't corrupt my save file. Okay.. Oh no radar or Fred's people? Radar... I'll see you on the other side. I have a bad feeling about leaving him. But it's his time to shine, and I won't take it from him. The order's temple.. WHO DARES GIVE ME THESE F E E L S?! Nurm just jumped into Jack's arms, everything is going swell- *sees Beacontown* Oh fuuuuu WAIT NO DONT YOU DARE CUT OFF RIGHT NOW!!! Oh my gosh it's Jack's lament. 50% 50% on the scavenger deal, hm. 51% won? That contest was easy. 32% promised to stay with Petra 50% on giving Xara her bed 51% took Fred's friends MMM JACK YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE. I listen to that song everyday. LUKAS NOOOOOOO N O NOPE NOOOOOOOOOO LUKASSSSSSSSSSS ARGHHHHHGHHHHHHG I'm lucky that the next episode comes out in 22 hours, wow I'm late. Toodle loo until tomorrow, dears!

[brownheadedcowbird]

big shoutout to @thewarlocksbitch for the tag 😘

1. Nicknames: caro, c, carrotline (thx sophie)

2. Gender: girl!

3. Star Sign: gemini >:)

4. Height: 5′8

5. Time: 8:26 am

6. Birthday: june 5

7. Favorite Bands: the killers, lord huron, ELO, the lumineers, the strokes, fleetwood mac, bleachers, fleet foxes, midnight oil, the oh hellos, the decemberists, the dear hunter,the moody blues

8. Favorite Solo Artists: bruce springsteen, hozier, adele, chance the rapper, john denver, shakey graves, sufjan stevens

9. Song stuck in my head: this song from science camp that’s like “tan oak tan oak *clap clap* oooh baby let your xylem flow”

10. Last Movie Watched: elf! last night w my mom and brother

11. Last Show Watched: ...project runway. season 10 btches!

12. When did I Create my Blog: january 2015 i think? i made one before that in 2013 but deleted it for finals sophomore year and then regretted not having a place to yell about homestuck :/

13. What do I post: random funny stuff, animals and nature-y stuff, music, sometimes art, lots of annoying personal posts that i usually delete later

14. Last Thing Googled: “when do deer shed their antlers” bc i saw a post calling a doe “he” but i thought it was too early for that and i was curious (also “fanny packs” on my laptop bc i want a fanny pack for running. please do not judge me i have many things to carry.)

15. Do you have other blogs: yeet @panamint is my photo blog go check it out

16. Do you get asks: every now and then! you guys are so sweet though honestly i’ve never gotten a negative ask and i love u

17. Why did you choose your username: oof ok i actually wanted kaibab bc thats a) my uncle’s angel of a dogs name and b) a cool trail in the grand canyon but all the good variations of that were taken so i was like well his other dogs name was beloh.... let’s go w that (it’s pronounced the same i just added an e lol)

18. Following: 359! give me recs for more!

19. Followers: 873 i think

20. Favorite colors: navy, mint, orangey-yellow, lots of greens, ?

21. Average hours of sleep: 8!! i got super lucky last semester and only had class before 8 am once a week, and now i’m on break! BUT next semester i have an 8 am 4 days a week so uhhhh rip me

22. Lucky number: 3!

23. Instruments: trumpet but i’m prob pretty rusty lol

24. What am I wearing right now: hoodie from my school, longsleeve from grand teton, thick fleece leggings w snowflakes on them, and gray socks

25. How many blankets I sleep with: like 5 bc i sleep w my window open and it’s december in montana

26. Dream Job: ok DREAM dream is wildlife photographer but right now i’m headed towards working with captive breeding/release programs for endangered species! other main option rn is wildlife rehab, which would also be amazing, but i’m gonna decide after i finish some internships

27. Dream Trip: alaska or like. the alps. also i really want to go back to california to see my friends and go to death valley again

29. Nationality: american

28. Favorite food: grilled mac and cheese (grilled cheese but the inside is mac and cheese i would die for that and a smoothie rn)

30. Favorite Song(s) Now: the wanting by j roddy walston and the business, welcome to japan by the strokes, pipe bomb dream by turnpike troubadours, sleep on the floor by the lumineers (even tho i legitimately cannot listen to it without crying), the question by the moody blues, here is the news by elo

i tag: @ughmulder @wotsupfuckers @gastropodas @moshgoblin and all of my mutuals sorry i was just too lazy to type out everyone so snodfart gets the tags 💛