#sorry for the lack of activity for the past...WEEK? yikes!

[sirompp]

How are you today?

im doing better than i was yesterday

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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[kbstories]

noodle soup (a little KRBK sick fic)

The squad thought they knew their beloved Blasty was a bit of a feral-type mom friend… until Kirishima got sick from one day to the next, and they witnessed the full extent of how overbearing a worried Bakugou can be. At first Kirishima plays up the whining because, well, he’s sick and that sucks, and hogging Bakugou’s attention is nice and makes everything suck less.

It’s a tactical mistake.

Suddenly, absolutely nobody is allowed close to Kirishima ("Or d’ya fools wanna get sick too, hah?!"). Kirishima’s room becomes a biohazard zone guarded by 1-A’s very own Dynamight akin to Cerberus at the gates of hell.

The thing is: Kirishima is still allowed to do everything he wants. He gets away with demanding hugs (even if Bakugou pointedly leans his masked face away when they snuggle up), or marathon his favorite TV series Bakugou insists actively kills braincells. When Kirishima wakes up coughing and groaning miserably, Bakugou is there to force some cold medicine on him as well as the home-made broth that happens to have those noodle letters Kirishima not-so-secretly finds delightful.

It’s fun until it gets a little claustrophobic. Kirishima is used to working out daily, and hanging out with most of 1-A in some shape or form throughout the week. Being locked in his room is making him antsy in a way that even the virus wreaking havoc on his body can’t dispel.

"Bakuuu", goes Kirishima on day three. "You know I love you, right bro? And that hanging out for all eternity is like, manly as hell—"

Bakugou’s eyes narrow over his mask. He aggressively folds a wet towel and shoves it — deceptively gentle — against Kirishima’s brow. "But?"

"I miss the others, dude! Have you seen Denks blowing up the group chat? This is giving him separation anxiety and stuff."

"Sparks isn’t a fucking dog, he can deal."

"And what about Mina? She needs our combined intel or her gossip operation will suffer!"

"Gossip?! I don’t gossip, you do."

"Fine but like, Sero—"

"Just say you’re tired of me and go!"

Only when Bakugou yells those words does Kirishima realize he’s been actually keeping his voice down when around him. And sure, Kirishima’s aching head had appreciated that — the volume is all the more jarring now.

"Huh?!"

With a glare, Bakugou puts pressure on the towel until Kirishima gets the memo and holds it himself, watching the other get to his feet and start to pace.

"Or— Fucking don’t, your stupid ass is still sick. I’m going. You stay in that bed, Kirishima Eijirou, or so help me—"

Kirishima sputters, "But, dude! I meant like, letting the squad in, not— I wouldn’t get tired of you, I don’t think I can."

"Save it", hisses Bakugou, whirling around on his way out. "Fuck you! And there’s lunch in your mini fridge!"

Then he’s gone.

Continuing to dutifully hold the towel to his too-hot face, Kirishima gapes at his closed door. It takes him a good minute or two to one-handedly text the others not to cross Bakugou’s path.

Then he sits in the sudden silence and misses his best friend.

*

Bakugou stays away for the duration of Kirishima’s sick leave.

It’s a little dramatic, admittedly, especially because (a) they live next to each other, and (b) food seems to magically appear at Kirishima’s doorstep for every meal. His bro is sneaky when he wants to be, though, so Kirishima knows it’s pointless to try and catch him in the act, or even attempt an apology.

(That doesn’t stop him from doing it anyways or from hoping he’ll succeed, of course.)

Guilt keeps Kirishima from using his new-found freedom for anything other than watching TV, finding the comfort lacking even from episodes he knows by heart.

By the time he’s back on his feet, Kirishima has a plan to hunt down the ever-elusive Bakugou and clear things up. And by 'plan' he totally means camping out in front of Bakugou’s room until he shows up. So what if Kirishima is feeling a bit wobbly from residue sickness? He’s a man on a mission, and once Kirishima has made up his mind about something, there is no turning back.

Even when the Bakugou that finally shows up around midnight is looking about as exhausted as he feels. Leaving the fact aside that it’s hours past Bakugou’s bedtime, he looks… weirdly subdued. In actuality, he doesn’t even seem to realize that Kirishima is on the floor, back against Bakugou’s door, until Kirishima pipes up with an uncertain:

"Bakubro?"

Bakugou damn-near startles, blinking and letting his gaze roam until it falls on him. The immediate frown that follows makes Kirishima wince. Yup, alright, Bakugou is still pissed.

"The fuck d’you want?" asks Bakugou in the same moment Kirishima offers, "You good, man?"

Another awkward moment of staring. Kirishima gets up to level the playing field a bit, the elaborate speech he’d thought up blown away by how hazy Bakugou’s eyes are. Oh no.

"You look a bit pale there, Kats. Sure you’re feeling alright?"

"Fine", comes the predictable reply. Bakugou shoves Kirishima aside with half the force he usually would and okay, uncharted territory here.

Because Bakugou definitely caught the virus from Kirishima.

"How about we, dunno, skip the part where you pretend I didn’t manage to get you sick and you let me help you out too?"

There’s hope in Kirishima’s voice. In retaliation, Bakugou’s glare is double as venomous (even if his flushed cheeks maintain a certain softness there too).

"How about you go hang out with the rest of the idiots and leave me alone?"

Yikes. Kirishima shuffles on the spot a little, "You didn’t deny it, though", wanting to reach out but kind of enjoying having un-exploded limbs, as well.

"Kirishima."

Hrghh, definitely still hurt, too. Kirishima whines and leans against the frame of Bakugou’s door, not standing in his way but not letting him go without a fight, either.

"I’m sorry, bro, seriously, I am! I didn’t mean to complain when you were working so hard. Didn’t mean to sound like I don’t appreciate you having my back, either, but I did and just… Couldn’t ask for a better friend, y’know? You being all overprotective about me and stuff, I’m really honored!"

"Kirishima", Bakugou grits out.

Kirishima grins. "Just tellin' the truth."

Huffing out, "I’ll show you truth", Bakugou scowls at this own threat. Probably not murder-y enough. "Whatever. You done? I’m fuckin’ beat."

The worry in Kirishima’s heart returns with a vengeance. Bakugou, openly admitting he’s tired? He must be feeling pretty bad already.

"Okay, yeah, I’m letting you sleep. Just— Lemme get you some of those pills before you do? And like. I’m totally bringing you breakfast in bed, Kats, just a heads-up!"

That gets a scoff out of Bakugou, undeniably amused. "Do me a favor and don’t burn anything, will ya?"

Kirishima beams at the unspoken go-ahead, saluting before rushing to grab the meds Bakugou got him not too long ago. There’s no way he won’t ace this rare chance of taking care of Bakugou.

He learned from the best, after all.

[ickle-ronniekins]

hey, guys :)

so as of recent, i’ve spent my weeks doing two things: going to work and working ALL DAY with children, and coming home and perusing tumblr while talking with you guys, writing fanfiction, reading your writings and geeking out over your beautiful edits.

one thing i haven’t been doing is writing my book. guys, you know me. i want nothing more in this entire world to be an author. i’ve wanted it since the moment a book ever made me cry tears of joy. it’s all i want - to share my stories and characters with the world.

having said this, this past week while i’ve been sick with strep, i’ve spent a lot of time on here - more time than i thought i did. and then, friday, for whatever reason, my writer’s block lifted and i wrote a bunch of chapters in my book. i was hit with such inspiration that i couldn’t bring myself to stop. it’s all i talked about, it’s all i thought about. it’s all i did.

and when i get hit with a wave of inspiration, i need to take it. writing this book has been difficult and tedious, but, it is, for lack of a better term, my baby. i’m two hundred pages in and i still have so many ideas. i need to finish this story - for my characters, for the sake of their friendships and relationships and dreams. and i need to finish it for me.

this was really long winded, and i’m sorry. basically, what i’m trying to say is this: i’ll still be active on here, of course i will, because harry potter is the series that made me want to become an author in the first place. however, i need to stop coming home from work and sitting on here while my book is just a closed word document. i need to take action - if i want to publish, i need to finish. if i want to finish, i need to write.

i probably won’t be on AS often as i have been. so if i’m reblogging, like, only four things a day, that’s why. i’ll still be working on my requests in my inbox (i promise i am working on them) as well as my own personal fanfiction. it’s just that, as of right now, my top priority is my book. it needs to be.

wow yikes, sorry, this was an annoying ramble and i am sorry. THIS BLOG ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE. i want to stress that! i’m just saying i need to devote a lot of the time i devote to tumblr to my book instead. i hope you all understand.

thanks, to all of you, for giving me a reason to smile everyday when i log onto this blog. thank you for saying such kind things about my writing. thanks for being my friends. :)

love you guys!

~erica

[underthebtree]

Would you live with frogs if it meant that you didn’t have to live with cockroaches?

Moving into the kitchen to make my coffee this morning I had laugh a little at the experience; go to pick up the kettle – boing – frog jumps off; go to fill it up – boing another frog leaps away; walk to the fridge – and I am not sure if this was even necessary and if they are now just messing with me, but as I turn back with the milk – boing a frog literally leaps in front of me right across the kitchen - like a frog ninja warrior – not sure where it came from, where it went, it just flashed right past �� enough to make me pull back a bit and notice I had just dodged being thwacked by a soggy and cold little body.

Was I worried? Was I concerned? Nope, not in the slightest! In fact, my little frog friends and I are in such a routine, and they are so accustomed to me now, that they often just sit there watching me, while I make my coffee – having gotten quite used to my morning routine – drink water, make coffee, pick up frog present (yes that means poo!), leave.  Then they can get down to business.

What business you might ask?

The business that means they have a home in my household for as long as they like?

The business that, left to my own devices, I had utterly FAILED at and to which the frog is PERFECTLY SUITED?

You guessed it, eating all the f**ing cockroaches!!

I had been cursing the little bush cockroaches that live in abundance at The Doo, and elsewhere in the tropics, and had literally tried everything that I could think of, save bombing the place with toxic chemicals.  I did not want to go that road because of the other little critters that live around the place – including the two little humans who have a habit of licking floors, walls and benches – oh I spilt it – no worries mum, I got this – lick lick lick. 

The cockroaches had become a real problem because of my hesitance in acting on the bomb, and it was getting to the point of the ridiculous; I definitely had the distinct feeling that the cockroaches had won, they were here to stay, and they were VERY happy about it.  Just re-read the above paragraph and guess as to the abundant food sources that are available in a house with children, regardless of how fastidious with your cleaning your are, which by the way I am NOT!!  Yes, a very happy bunch of cockroaches I can tell you!

So anyway, one day, the frogs moved in – one at first, then two and by now I think there are about four living in the house – no more cockroach’s thank you very much!!

Woo hoo, problem solved!

I just love this!  This was NOT a solution came up with myself – but I DID want the change.  I had been carrying on about it – becoming increasingly vocal about those bloody cockroaches – and then WHO SHOULD HEAR ME – but the animal kingdom and then they swooped in and solved the problem for me.  Wish granted!

So what does this have anything to do with anything you might ask?

 The unexpected side-effects of change!

I am reminded of how many other times in my life that I have asked for change – actively sought change – and then when I got the change – it WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED!

Change can often look very different from what we initially thought – and can come with what on the surface COULD look like your whole life has been ruined – oh yes, I asked for change but I didn’t expect for my relationship/career/ health/ finances/ self – to crumble and fall apart around me!! 

THAT was not what I asked for!!

Change so often looks very different from what we expect – and it is often harder than we expect -  and comes with side effects that we could not have planned for at the outset.

I am reminded of when I first started to study psychology.  I did it because I was so passionate and just LOVED immersing myself in the knowledge – I had asked for this change and was relishing every minute of it

BUT

Everything else around me changed in a way that I did not expect and had not asked for!

People started treating me differently – with a little suspicion in fact – oh you must be psychoanalysing me right now!! (The credit people will give to a first year psych is AMAZING!!).

People respected what I was doing, but were also pulling back and seeing it as threat to themselves, and I was NOT comfortable with this at all – always being one to attempt please others and to NEVER make anyone else feel uncomfortable.

So this decision of mine, one that would bring about a massive change that WANTED and had asked for, came with a MASSIVE shift in my whole world that I DID NOT EXPECT, nor did I WANT. 

These unexpected and unwelcome side-effects meant I would have to change my whole world view, and my whole world, in order to be able to truly invite in the changes THAT I DID WANT.

 How much do you want it?

So it became a matter of, well how much do you want to the change that you DO WANT!!

Do you want the change you have asked for SO MUCH that you are prepared to work through the bits you did not count on at the start?

It is truly amazing what will happen when you commit to a course of action – yes I want change – and just how RANDOM and UNEXPECTED the side effects of this change will be – you can never plan for it fully – you just have to be prepared to RECOMMIT to the original reason why you called for the change in the first place!!

I could never have predicted where I would be NOW as a result of my decision to study psychology, this was impossible for me to see back then, HOWEVER I can tell you that the growth process that I went through, and EVERYTHING that I had to say goodbye to (which included a relationship by the way!) has totally set me up to be where I am now

I could never have planned it

I could never have scripted it

And in fact I resisted it for some time – surely I can next level myself without having to make any changes to my life!?

Surely I can make massive personal growth without having to change anything else, right?!

Wrong!

When you change, EVERYTHING CHANGES, and I think I can say that you will ALWAYS be surprised by what this looks like, and you will probably pretty angry at some of the things that you will have to let go of in order to take yourself to this next level.

Not fair!

Which is ok – anger is there to keep you safe.

Resistance is only there because you are bumping up against the BOUNDARY CONDITIONS of your current thinking

BUT

If you REALLY REALLY REALLY want the change

You just know that this is the change for you – you know you NEED to have what is on the other side

And you commit to doing whatever it takes to get to the otherside

Even if it looks weird and strange – how could this unwanted change POSSIBLY be related to the change that I do want – but you recommit and TRUST that growth is a strange and miraculous process: that you cannot truly know every step of the way at the outset.

You will be surprised.

Can you think of how the caterpillar feels?? (I have to admit here that my knowledge of caterpillars begins and ends with The Very Hungry Caterpillar so there may be more to it than this!!)

Oh I’m hungry!! Eat, eat eat. Oh I’m sleepy.  Yawns. Makes a cocoon and has a nap.  Wakes up – woahhh!! I just wanted to eat and sleep here Mother Nature – and now I have wings and can fly!! What kind of crazy metamorphosis is THAT!!

Equally think of the snake outgrowing it’s skin.  Yes it wants to get bigger, but could you imagine letting go of everything you have ever known – your very comfortable and cozy OUTER LAYER – in order to allow in this growth.  Sorry snake, there is no growth for you until you can let go of the outer layer that has been your protection, to shed all that you have known up until now – so that you can grow to YOUR NEXT LEVEL!

Yikes!!

Could you imagine the DRAMA that the human mind would attach to this process – because this is exactly what we do EVERY SINGLE TIME we bump up against an aspect of change that we did not expect, did not ask for, and do not want.  You mean i have to do THAT!?

It is like going to a restaurant and asking for a Caesar salad, and then saying to the chef – but can you leave off the bits I don’t like and won't want – well which bits are those?  Not really sure, but can you leave them off anyway – just give me the bits I will enjoy!!

Sorry, no can do.

Change comes with the full gamut of experience – some of which will be a HELL YES, some of which will be “this is NOT what I signed up for”!

So be it.

How much do you really want the change?

Do you want the change SO BADLY that you are prepared to pick up a little bit of frog poo?

 As always, 

Remember that Bodhi starts with you!!

Toni-Anne

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