#theres gotta be shorter tags for them

[doodledrawsthings]

Yi fulfills his pinky promise attached to my 9 Sols AU

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[peterrparrkerr]

Size difference - read on ao3

Tagging: @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt @sarcastich @nerdylocksandthethreebears @carelessannie @moodystark @peterparkerbingo

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"Being on top isn't that hard," Peter scoffed playfully, bringing a spoonful of his sugary cereal to his mouth.

Tony couldn't help but smirk at that, amusement twinkling in his eyes at the surety of Peter's words.

"No?" He asked -challenged.

Peter shook his head. "I could do it."

"You think you could top me?" Tony grinned, raising an eyebrow. "You're cute."

Peter gave an indignant huff, shoveling more cereal into his mouth before setting the spoon into his bowl and pointing a finger at Tony.

"M'not cute," he started. Tony would've argued the contrary, but the boy continued. "And I could totally top you. I've been topped enough to know how to do it."

"Theres a difference between being topped and topping, sweet thing," Tony chuckled, cutting into his eggs.

"Have you ever bottomed?" Peter asked, chewing his cereal. Tony thinks its Captain Crunch, but he's not big on the brands.

"A few times," Tony shrugged. "When I was your age."

Peter rolls his eyes at that, pointing his spoon at Tony. "If you can bottom, then I can top."

Tony smirks at that. How does he tell Peter he wasn't cut out for it? He was much too soft for topping. The poor thing slips off into sub space far too often to ever really enjoy taking control in that way.

But, Tony also knows Peter. Knows he won't stop pestering about it until Tony agrees to let the boy try.

Which is what he does.

"Okay, you can be on top tonight," Tony said with a smirk. He wasn't opposed to the idea of bottoming, and he could always guide the boy in the right direction.

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That night, Tony spent some time in the shower, stretching himself on his fingers, cleaning himself out for his boy. Its strange, the feeling of his fingers in his ass familiar but also foreign.

He hadn't done this since his days in college, when he was still figuring out his preferences.

He spent extra time getting himself stretched, wanting to make it easier on the both of them. Peter wasn't large by any stretch of the imagination. He was shorter than average and a little thinner than most, but Tony wanted to be prepared.

Once finished, Tony turned off the shower and towel dried himself before making his way into the bedroom he shared with Peter.

The little thing was already looking excited as he crawled to the edge of the bed, smiling at Tony as he got closer.

"You ready?" Tony asked softly, smirking down at the boy as he ran fingers through soft curls. Peter's eyelashes fluttered, his head tilting into Tony's touch.

Peter nods, grin pulling at the lower lip he's suckling on. Oh, Tony can't wait to see Peter out of his element.

"Okay," Tony hums, removing his hand -smirking when Peter scowled. "You're in control, sweet thing."

Peter blinked, looking slightly lost, before that excitement had him near wiggling out of his clothes -all while kneeling on the bed.

"Okay, lay down," Peter said. The smile Tony wore felt permanent as he did as told, indulging Peter in his little stint with topping.

The towel around Tony's hips was yanked open by eager little fingers. Tony couldn't help but hum approvingly as Peter sucked his length into the sweet warmth of his mouth.

Tony was much larger than Peter in every sense. Taller, built broader. Peter was fairy-like. Ethereal and so tiny he was usually mistaken for a teenager.

The boy sat so prettily between Tony's knees, sucking at the first three inches of Tony's cock while his hands worked on the other three. His fingers barely overlapped.

Tony let his head fall back, enjoying the slight pressure Peter created every time he lifted his head.

"Dont let me cum," Tony murmured. Peter pulls off his cock with a wet noise, eyes blinking at Tony in confusion. Tony smiled. "You want me to cum on that little cock of yours, don't you?"

Peter's cheeks flame hot as he licks at the spit coating his lips before nodding. "Yeah, yeah I want you to cum on my cock."

Tony's smile widens as he spreads his legs, drawing his knees slightly up until his asshole is on show.

"Show me what you got, sweet thing," he encouraged. Peter shuffled closer, looking equal parts overwhelmed and giddy.

"Take your time," Tony murmured. Peter gave another little nod before timid fingers felt Tony's hole.

The older lets out a small hum of encouragement, shifting his hips so more of himself was on display.

Peter's fingers were small, he barely felt the intrusion.

"You already stretched yourself?" Peter asked, sounding disappointed.

"Next time you can do the honors, sweetheart," Tony smiled.

"Next time?"

"Its up to you," Tony hummed, feeling Peter fit another finger in. He wasn't really doing much, more exploring, which Tony was fine with.

"Whatcha lookin' for, sweet thing?" Tony chuckled, seeing Peter's eyebrows furrow with concentration.

"Your prostate," Peter huffed. Tony can't help but chuckle again, wiggling his hips.

It takes a little longer before Peter brushes against a spot that pulls a sharp moan from Tony, body jolting with the sudden zing of pleasure.

"There it is," Tony moaned. "Good boy."

Peter let out a noise of his own, high pitched and embarrassed. He continued to rock his fingers into Tony's prostate. God, Tony forgot how good it felt to be stimulated down there.

"How about you use your pretty little cock," Tony suggested, feeling himself draw tight like the string of a bow.

"I know you want to," Tony murmured. "Know you want to know how it feels to top me. You want to feel in control, huh, sweet thing?"

Peter keens as he pulls his fingers free and wipes them on the towel under Tony. He crawls forward and drops onto Tony's chest, their mouths meeting seconds later.

Tony doesn't lick inside. Doesn't dominate the kiss in anyway. This is Peter's show.

Peter's hesitant at taking control of the kiss. Tony knows the boy wants Tony to take charge, but the older is curious to see how far Peter's willing to go before he begs for it. Before he gives up.

"You gonna get your cock in me, or just rut against my belly?" Tony asked, smirking against Peter's lips.

Peter pulls back. "Gonna get my cock'n you," he murmured, climbing off of Tony and reaching for the lube they keep in the nightstand drawer on Tony's side.

It takes Peter a little longer to pop the cap open and  wet his cock, but Tony lays patiently. Peter then drops the bottle onto the bed after clicking the lid closed.

He wiped his hand on the towel again before looking at Tony.

"Go on, baby," Tony nods. "Gonna line yourself with my entrance, and then all you gotta do is roll your hips forward. You can do that, can't you?"

Peter gives a mute nod, throat clicking as he swallows. Tony smiles as he shuffles even closer, getting his thighs under Tony's until the older's ass is practically joined at the bend of Peter's waist.

"There you go," Tony praised, pulling his legs up a little higher. He's not as flexible as he used to be. He'll never be able to bend in half the way Peter can, but he gives the boy enough room to work with.

Peter's already gone a little soft in the eyes at Tony's encouragement. He slips into such a pliant little thing so easily.

But he must really want to prove to Tony that he can top, because he reaches down to fist his cocklet, pressing the head to Tony's hole before pushing in.

"Oh," Peter whimpers, breath hitching as he rolls his hips forward until he's completely sheathed.

"Feels good, doesn't it, sweet boy?" Tony hums. "You like the feel of your cock in my ass? Feels so warm, hmm?"

Peter shuffles even further forward, making sure he wont slip out of Tony as he begins to hitch his hips back and forth.

"Y-yeah," Peter moans, high pitched and keening.

"Lean forward," Tony urged softly. "Hands on my chest, there you go. Now try. You feel the difference?"

Peter hummed an affirmative, hips barely leaving Tony's ass as he rocks into the older.

"Look at you," Tony nearly purred. "Such a good boy, doing so well."

And he was. Tony knew he wouldn't be able to cum like this -Peter just shy of his prostate- but he enjoyed it all the same.

Loved watching Peter pant above him, lower lip caught between his teeth to try and stifle the breath leaving his lungs.

Peter whimpers at Tony's words, leaning further down until his head pressed into Tony's sternum. Tony's hands run down his back and sides, pulling shivers from the younger as Peter continued to roll his hips.

"Doing such a good job," Tony hummed, smirking as Peter's hips stuttered.

"Tony," Peter whined, leaning up so his nose was pressing coolly into Tony's collarbone.

Tony felt the wetness of his eyelashes against his skin and curled both arms around Peter's tiny frame.

The boy mewled helplessly, his cock slipping free as he moved his way up Tony's chest, tucking himself into Tony's neck to mouth at his skin.

"Please, Tony," he whimpered, cock pressed between Peter's abdomen and Tony's stomach.

"Oh, sweetheart," Tony hummed sympathetically. "You did so well. I'm so proud of you."

Peter snuffled against his neck st that, wiggling his hips a little.

"You want me to make you feel good, sweet boy?" Tony asked, murmured into Peter's ear.

The boy nods, continuing to mouth at Tony's neck. The older man smiles before rolling them, trapping Peter under his much larger body.

Peter's cock rests glistening against his torso, tip barely reaching halfway to his belly button. Tony quickly fists it, stroking him softly as he murmured softly in his ear.

Peter keened and mewled, chest lifting and hips rolling.

He pulls back, settling his hand further down until his fingers press at Peter's hole. The boy lifts his legs, hips rotating and giving Tony more access.

This is where Peter belongs. This is where he thrives.

"Poor thing," Tony mused, beginning to finger the boy open. "You can't help it, huh?"

One finger, then two. Peter whimpers.

"Can't help that you prefer receiving, huh sweetheart," Tony said, voice dripping with honey as he continued prepping the boy; avoiding his prostate.

"Please, please, I need-" his breath hitches, tears welling in his eyes.

"Need daddy to take good care of you, huh, sweet little thing?" Tony continued, reaching for the bottle of lube with his free hand.

"Yes," Peter sobbed, head thrown back as his hips roll against Tony's fingers.

"Alright baby," Tony hummed, removing his fingers and slicking himself up. "Such a good boy for me."

Peter wailed when Tony slipped inside, stretching him wide open. Tony smirked, rolling his hips softly, each time pressing in just a little further than the last.

"Such a good top for me," Tony sang, leaning forward to press kisses along Peter's jaw and neck. "But an even better bottom, hmm."

Peter nodded, breath hiccuping and wet as Tony impaled the boy on his cock.

Only when Tony was fully seated inside Peter did he lean back, looking down at his boy.

He groaned at the sight of his own cock pressing along the skin of Peter's belly, a grossly large overshadow to Peter's cocklet.

Tony watched as he pulled back. Watched the tip of his cock under Peter's skin drag closer to Peter's belly button before he snapped forward.

Peter's little frame moves with the punch of his hips, muscles tightening around Tony at the assault.

"Did you like how warm I felt, wrapped around your little cock?" Tony asked, rolling his hips, watching the bulge in Peter's stomach dance under his skin.

"Thats how you feel, sweet boy," Tony continued, wrapping his hand around Peter's little prick and stroking him in time with Tony's thrusts. "Do you like the feel, Peter? Like your cock stuffed in my ass?"

Peter mewled, back arching.

"L-like your mouth!" Peter sobbed. "Like your mouth better, daddy!"

Tony let out a groan, half in approval and half at the way pleasure slithered down his spine to settle in his balls.

"Such a pillow puppy, aren't you, sweet thing?"

Peter couldn't help but nod frantically, chest heaving as Tony kept the pace brutally even.

"Now we know, don't we?" Tony prompted. "Daddy's always right."

Again, Peter nodded, whining as Tony continued stroking his cocklet.

"Al-always," Peter whimpered.

Tony smirked. "Good boy."

Peter came seconds later, body convulsing through the waves of pleasure, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open on a long moan that has Tony's balls tighten.

Once he's come down, Tony releases his cock, settling both hands on either side of the boy before pistoning his hips, chasing his own release.

Peter wraps his arms around Tony's neck and the older drops down low, allowing most of his weight to settle against the much smaller boy.

He groans again at the feeling of his cock -so deep in Peter- brushing against his own stomach.

Peter curls his legs around Tony's hips, allowing the older to drive in deeper, desperate little pleas falling into the little space still between them.

Tony cums with a curse wrenching itself from his throat, his hips stuttering to a stop deep inside the boy.

Peter whimpers, gripping onto Tony tightly as he empties himself deep.

Tony settles his mouth along Peter's neck, suckling open mouthed kisses into his skin as he rides the last of his orgasm.

"What a good boy," Tony murmurs. Peter hums as the older slips out with a wet squelch.

He takes the towel to clean the two of them up, then folds it twice and settles it under Peter's rear. The boy usually doesn't go straight to the shower to clean himself, and Tony found it easier to settle the towel down instead of remaking the bed.

He smiles down at the boy, leaning over to kiss at his soft lips before laying down beside him.

"So," he hummed, tracing the soft curve of Peter's stomach. Peter tilted his head up and to the side, peering up at Tony with wide brown eyes.

"How was being on top?"

He can't help but smirk as Peter pulls a face.

"S'not as fun as being on the bottom," he confesses. Tony chuckles and leans forward, pressing a kiss to Peter's pouty lips.

"Told you so."

[farmstead-crossroads]

Getting to know  Oluu’chi !

tagged by: @deathwxtch​ & @d-d-disgusting​ (Thank you for the clarification!)

tagging: @theloveofmutation​ @hermitthehermit​  YOU ALL

Name?  Oluu’chi Tih’Vulah

Are you single?  Mhm, it ain’t all that bad.~

Are you happy?  “ currently a little.

Are you angry? “Try not to be but it’s hard “

Are your parents still married?  “In a sense, very much! “

NINE FACTS

Birth Place?  “Right at this ranch! “

Hair Color?  “ ah... autumn colored with a hint of cream fawn spots?“

Eye Color? “ cyan as my papa’s flame~ “

Birthday? “ er... something something December? “

Mood?  “ easy going “

Gender?  “ enby doe leaning~ “

Summer or winter? “ Summer, for the longer days. Winter for the lack of work needed to do“

Morning or afternoon? “ Morning! it’s peaceful time to go on a trot around the territory.~“

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love? “not at the moment no, sorry darlin.”

Do you believe in love at first sight?  “ eh... I suppose? Don think it’s for a lot of people, and hell it may be for others!”

Who ended your last relationship?  “ them.. “

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?  -just lets out a tiny snort-

Are you afraid of commitments?  “J-Just a little- But not entirely”

Have you hugged someone within the last week?  “ Definitely!“

Have you ever had a secret admirer?  “ I’m not sure, I could! “

Have you ever broken your own heart? “ Unfortunately. “

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust? “ Love~ “

Lemonade or iced tea?  “ lemonade with little honey~ “

Cats or Dogs? “both~”

A few best friends or many regular friends? “Regular friends, ya can find your few best pals with in em~ Always nice to see regular faces anyhow!

A wild night out or romantic night in? “ a good fifty fifty for me “

Day or night? “ Day course darlin! “

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out? “ Yup. “

Fallen down/up the stairs? “ Snort, that one time yeah! “

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?  “ It comes n goes “

Wanted to disappear?  “ who hasn’t, J.W’s lake and the fae there is good for those things.“

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes? “ Eyes, ya can fake a smile but ya can’t fake genuine emotion through the eyes! “

Shorter or Taller?  “ Either “

Intelligence or Attraction?  “ whichever~ “

Hook-up or Relationship? “ Always down for both.~ “

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?  “ I do! I really do, my pa and me were a little rough around the edges. Always had high expectations for doin the right things. Got a little rebellious cuz of it, ahah...“

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? “ It could? that phase of mine gotten me into some really close calls and nasty falls. But that’s been my choice to live I suppose “

Have you ever ran away from home? “ Couple of times yea! “

Have you ever gotten kicked out?  “ Never! My pa wouldn’t allow that in the slightest! “

FRIENDS  

Do you secretly hate one of your friends? “ Ya actually think I’d put up with a friend I actually hate, darlin? “

Do you consider all of your friends to be good friends?  “Theres some that gotta reach that point but, yes I’d like to think so~ “

Who is your best friend?  “ Zal’amai!~ They seem talkative at first, but once ya get to know em they’re reaal quiet. The listener type for sure, but I don’t mind~  “

Who knows everything about you? “ probably zal “

[maxineswritingcenter]

Bray Road - Fox Mulder x nonbinary!reader part 4

It only took a couple months for my to get back on the old horse, everything's fine.

(Y/P/L/N) = your previous last name since the character is adopted

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"Good evening, agents. I'm doctor Winterfield, how can i-" The doctor stopped as he looked up at the agents and closed the door, "Assist you..." (Y/N) recognized everything about him. His gravely voice. His dusty blonde hair and his dark brown eyes. He had been so young when she last saw him, but now he looked to be around his mid-forties. Twenty fives years since they last saw his face.

Mulder interrupted the silence, flashing his badge, "Agents Fox Mulder and agent-"

"(Y/N) (Y/P/L/N). I never forget a patient." The doctor said their name before Mulder had a chance to. Their stomach clenched as the doctor took a step forward.

"Look at you, I haven't seen you since were up to my waist. How's your asthma?"

(Y/N) swallowed, "It's fine. I only use my inhaler for emergencies." They gave a weak smile to be polite but everything was telling them to run.

"That's good. Very good. If your parents, may they rest in peace, if they had let you continue your treatment here, we would could have cured you of your asthma." He said.

Mulder narrowed his eyes at the doctor, "Asthma can't be cured. It's not like a pneumonia."

"The trials (Y/N) was undergoing was for a new strain of albuterol and would repair their lungs and airways and the asthma would simply become useless genes." Winterfield explained.

"Would you be able show us the research for this strain?" Mulder asked.

"Oh no. There was a fire about ten so odd years ago. Everything was destroyed, files, research you name it."

Mulder only nodded. Fighting to keep themselves from breaking down, (Y/N) opened up the file they had been keeping at their side.

"Dr. Winterfield-"

"Oh please, call me Lyle." The doctor grinned. His teeth were impossibly white.

"Dr. Winterfield-," They repeated, "Have you treated these boys?" They showed the pictures if the boys who were in the latest attack. There seemed to be some recognition in his eyes.

"Of course. I've treated all the children in this town."

"Did they also have asthma?" Mulder asked. Confusing (Y/N) profusely.

"Oh if I can recall. I do believe the Mulligan boy had it. I don't see how that's relevant to them being attacked by a bear." The doctor said.

"The medical report never mentioned a bear." They said, scrunching their eyebrows together.

"No, but from what I've heard, there isn't anything else is could be." Dr. Winterfield mused, then turned back to (Y/N), "Even your parents."

Mulder opened his mouth to tell the doctor that (Y/N) parents were only considered dead on the technicality that even though their bodies were never found with the blood evidence found they were dead. But his partner spoke up.

"Agent Mulder, I think it's time we leave and let the doctor get back to work." They smiled politely, "Have a good day, Doctor."

"And you too." Dr. Winterfield smiled, opening the door for them.

-

The agents were driving toward the motel when Mulder spoke up.

"You okay?" He asked. (Y/N) hadn't noticed they were staring off into the distance until they heard his voice.

"No," They said honestly, "he really shook me up. I don't know why."

"I have a theory." Mulder said, stopping at a four way. The sound of the rentals blinker filled the silence.

"What's that?"

"Well, I'm no dentist, but it doesn't take a degree to tell that one of his molars was missing." His words made their blood go cold.

"You don't think-"

"I don't think, I know. But the only connection to you and the most recent case is that the Mulligan kid has asthma." He paused when his phone rang, he motioned for them to grab it. (Y/N) tried to keep their blush to minimum when pulling the phone from his jacket pocket. They answered and pressed the speaker.

"Mulder." He said.

"It's Scully, are you alone?"

"No, I have Agent (Y/L/N) with me." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Mulder looked over at (Y/N) out of the side of his vision, then back at the road. "It's alright, Scully, I trust them. Besides, they're apart of the XFile."

"That's good. It's better that they hear this then." She said.

"What is it, Agent Scully?" (Y/N) asked.

"I was able to get a look at the autopsy reports you sent and the blood work was strange."

"How so?" They asked.

"The blood types of the victims were identified but there was also another blood type found that didn't match any of the others. And this blood type is nothing like I've ever seen before. It's human but we also found traces of DEA."

"DEA? Isn’t that-" Mulder asked.

"Dog Erythrocyte Antigen. Humans have ABO blood typing while the DEA is for canines."

"Like wolves." Mulder and (Y/N) said together.

"Exactly. And there's something else, the victim in the hospital, Jason Mulligan, also has traces of DEA in his blood." As soon as Mulder heard this he made a complete u-turn, leaving the direction of the hotel to go to the hospital.

"Scully, I'm gonna have to call you back." He hung up the phone.

"Mulder, what's going on?" They asked, holding onto the dashboard from the sudden movement.

"What's going on is the sun is going down and Jason is about to have his first transformation."

- 

At the hospital, both agents exited the vehicle, but Mulder paused. 

“I gotta make a call, you go inside and check on Jason.” (Y/N) nodded, making their way inside. Mulder jogged to the payphone near the hospital entrance. He fed the machine a quarter and dialed the number. 

“This is the Lone Gunmen, who gave you this number?” A distorted robotic voice answered the call. 

“Give it a rest, it’s Mulder.” He smiled slightly. 

“Oh.” The voice said before Langley’s familiar voice spoke, “Hey Mulder, why did you call through the tip line.” 

“Keeping you on your toes and being mysterious.” He joked. 

“He’s not wrong.” Frohike chimed in, surely getting a glare from Langley, “How’s Scully doing.” 

“Scully’s fine, casanova. She’s resting. How much do you know about pharmaceuticals?”

“Not much from me. Byers?” Langley called. 

“Nothing I can’t find.” Byers spoke up, “What are we looking at: opioids, depressants? Anti-depressants?” 

“Albuterol.” Mulder answered, “Our suspect is a pediatrician who gave his patients a “new strain” that supposedly was meant to cure asthma.” He could hear typing in the background. 

“I’m not finding anything from the CDC or any published medical literature on anything about a new miracle cure for asthma.” Langley mused. 

“Checks out. What about DEA in human blood?” Mulder asked, waiting for the theories. 

“It’s impossible for human and canid blood to mix in anyway to create a living being.” Langley said. 

“What about the Michigan Dogman, how do you explain that?” Frohike cut in. 

“Oh have you tested the Dogman’s blood? Let me see your research, you little gremlin.” 

“Hey. Enough. Last thing, I need a background on a Doctor Lyle Winterfield.” Mulder looked around, seeing an the sheriff pulling into the parking lot. 

“We’ll look into it for you.” Byers said over the yelling of Langley and Frohike, “Gunmen out.” The line went dead. The sheriff seemed to make his way over to Mulder in a hurry. 

“Agent, we got a problem.” 

“What is it?” 

“That Mulligan kid, he’s goin’ on a rampage inside.” Mulder’s eyes widened, realizing he had sent (Y/N) in there alone. 

“Lead the way.” They both ran inside.

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So this part is a little shorter than usual, but I wanted to save the next scene for its own post. Also sorry it's been a while. I've been sad.

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[aloera]

The ask prompt is too long to fit into an ask TT_TT but here's the doc for it docs(.)google(.)com/document/d/1yDI7iFRhOJ8ENv_IwZAo3rDSUqj80EiJROS10RzRbj4/edit

the lengths u are going for this,,, much appreciated you're very sweet!!!

prompts + answers under the cut!!

INTRODUCTION

Name: aloera

AO3 account: aloera

Fandoms you write for: bnha

How many stories have you written so far: 19

FANFICTION PROFILE

What's your favorite fandom to write for? hmm,,, used to do pjo and eah (ever after high) and eah was fun as fuck i will say!!! i think bnha is my fav mostly bc i made the most friends in this fandom :D

What's your favorite character/person to write for? bkg and kirishima!! cannot choose do not make me <3

Fic you'd want to improve? probably what we deserve? i rushed the beginning and the confession is a bit stilted imo

Hardest fic you've written? between lion and men -_- bc there is so much canon compliant stuff i've gotta write out before i get to the divergence and its HARD

Easiest fic you've written? come home to me!!! it happened so easily,,, no second guessing no writers block just vibes <33 was lovely i miss it

What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written? also probably come home to me? its got the most interaction

first line of the first fic you've ever written and published. [not including my 2014 ffnet fics] "The bell rings, class starts, and Katsuki and Midoriya are inexplicably absent." from come home to me

Have you ever done a collab with another writer? yes!!!!! on two separate occasions and its so fucking fun i highly recommend trying it out its the best

Do you beta? if asked but honestly im a shit beta lmao

Do you like joining fic fests/exchanges? depends on what i have going on irl but in general yeah!!

FANFICTION PREFERENCES

Fluff or angst? definitely fluff

"OCs" or "Reader" inserts? reader inserts!! have been going ham on them recently

Blurbs or drabbles? blurbs!!

One thing you love about fanfiction i just. i really love slice of life romance?? and most media doesn't give you that bc its dedicated to plot and action and that's valid!! but fanfiction fills in the gap which is really nice

One thing you don't like about fanfiction most of the stuff i don't like is less about actual fanfiction and more about how people behave about it

What is/are your favorite fandom author/authors? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

bnha: hiuythn, rae_tnub, Moniix, Ata_Lanta, wrunic, chezka, PurplePersnickety, surveycorpsejean, mahadevi, arxaris, deviance, Oceanbreeze7, MikeWritesThings, bonnia, wonhaebunny, dinosuns

voltron: hiuythn, Oceanbreeze7, DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, arahir, dinosuns,

and honorable mention to loveclouds im not even in the haikyuu fandom i just love their fics So Much

these are just the ones off the top of my head i have so many favourites idc if i'm only supposed 2 have one!! die mad about it!!!

What is your favorite trope? secret relationship + relationship reveal til the day i die babie <3 <3

Least favorite trope? hm,,, probably just like. angst lmao i cannot stand 90% of it

A fanfiction cliché that you can't help but love? coffeeshop aus,,,, so good

Do you have a type when it comes to pairings? the otp where its like. piece of shit + himbo = love. ex. krbk, catradora, jade/beck

Favorite setting/au? hm,,, truly i cannot pick one KGKSJNHKj but i really like college aus!! and modern aus!! and roommate aus!!

Explain the meaning of your favorite line of dialogue you've written as if someone hasn't read it in context. “He doesn’t know,” Katsuki says, softly. “My timer stopped and nothing happened. He’s not mine.”

the line is from what we deserve!! it's a soulmate au where your timer counts down to the moment that you meet your soulmate!! bakugou's timer ends at USJ when he and kirishima attack kurogiri at the same time (impulsive kings <33) but kirishima's timer doesn't end until kamino because that's when he accepts himself as bakugous soulmate!! unfortunately, when bakugous timer has reached 0, he turned to see that kirishima's was still ticking and therefore believes that kirishima isn't his soulmate.

this line just,, idk. it's really sad. bakugou is such an action-driven character? if something doesn't go his way he Makes it go his way. he's got this insanely volatile quirk and he's got impeccable control of it!! but his love for kirishima isn't something that he can change and he's not going to ruin kirishima's chance of finding his own soulmate because he loves him and wants him to be happy. i really wanted to focus on how resigned he is? and how unusual that is for a character like him.

Favorite trope/genre to write? again, secret relationship with relationship reveals <33 fluff in general is my wheelhouse!!!

A trope/genre you haven't written but think would be a fun challenge? idk if this counts?? have been working on some dead dove concepts!! its super different from what i normally write so its a cool challenge

The one trope/concept you'll never touch and why probably cheating/infidelity?? it just looks,,, super difficult to write well and i don't have enough of an interest in it to try it out

Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics? shorter!! low attention span gang <3

Ideal length to read? 5-10k?

Ideal length to write? 4-8k!!

How long was the longest fic you've ever written? control fraek is around 28k i think?

Have you ever written an AU? yeah!! i've done restaurant au's, soulmate au's, pro hero aus, and fantasy aus (general, not the bnha fantasy ending)

What's your favorite AU trope? hm,, probably when two people in authority are in a secret relationship? ceo's/uni professors/etc etc

Have you ever written smut? yeah!! was. difficult tho

What's your comfort genre? (the one you fall on most in writing/reading) fluff,,, hurt/comfort,,, fix-it fics with happy endings <3

If you were to start writing in other fandoms, which would they be? maybe jjk?? the characters are really cool!!!! fr i might go back to my ever after high roots i love the characters and setting so Much its so fun!!! idec if no ones into it anymore!!!!!

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? i've had people say they saw the mention of buff hagakure and recognized it was me so. probably that skdjhnksjd

WRITING STYLE

How would you describe your style? i tend to use shorter sentences and pretty simple words i think? and i gravitate towards lighthearted concepts that allow for ensemble casts and humour!!

Describe your style in three words romcom but fanfic

Favorite words to use when writing? the word reverent!! fuckin love including it!!

Dialogue tags or no dialogue tags? (she said, he said, they said, etc) dialogue tags!!!

Favorite dialogue tag (other than said, if you use them) again idk if this counts but "they said softly" is unmatched

Long sentences vs short vs a mix short <33

What colors would you use to describe your writing? hm,,, depends on the fic i would say?? control fraek is dark green to me?? kinda like a forest at night yk?? scary but there's still life there. sugar cookies is yellow like early morning sunlight, when it rains is yellowy-orange like a caution sign. not gonna list all of them cause theres a lot its just. do u get it? the colours change based on the vibe of the fic.

What song or music genre would you use to describe your writing? think. i am constantly trying to emulate that moment at the end of wasteland baby when hozier goes "im in love/im in love with you."

What kind of metaphors do you rely on? religious metaphors my beloved <33 they're just so pretty!!! i also love comparing stuff to water for some reason?? like that ocean vuong quote thats like "what are you now?/water." it goes hard!!!

What's something you'd say is experimental in your writing at this time? definitely action!! i have,,, no idea how to write it so anything i do is really just me playing around and seeing what works and what doesn't

Do you prefer to write by hand or to type? i've tried both!! personally i prefer typing because it goes way faster but i will say that writing by hand lets me get words down when i'm going through writer's block

What is your preferred place to write (notebook, laptop, cellphone, etc.)? laptop!!

What app/apps do you use to write (word, notepad, etc.)? google docs skjdnkjh its fine on desktop but mobile is,,,,, disgusting

Do you keep a notebook or file/notes page in your phone/device for notes on your writing? ngl i just have everything organized in my drive?? one folder per fandom and then sub folders for ideas+hcs, unfinished wips, and finished fics. multichaps get sub sub folders so i can organize outlines and drafts

Do you listen to music to help you write? yeah!! playlists organized by fic vibe :D

Where do you usually go to write (bedroom, living room, etc.)? mostly in my bedroom??? but moving around to different stops helps too i think!!

How long does it usually take for you to write? again this depends on what i have going on irl, how attached i am to the idea, my mindset at the time, etc!! i am,, the least consistent person skjnhdkjh.

What's your favorite font to use when writing? times new roman my beloved

Other writing habits? sometimes i'll write in the dark?? bad for my eyes but for some reason it gets the words flowing

CONCEPTUALIZATION

How do you conceptualize your ideas? (See specific moments like they're a movie, writing specific lines in your head, don't know until you put the words on paper, etc.) i tend to get inspiration from movies, books, poems, or other fics!!! sometimes one line just makes me go oh,, i want to write something like that,,, and then it helps me create an idea that makes me feel the same way?? i did this with control fraek!!!! i wanted a scenario where bakugou was cold and calculating and i was like hm. to do that he’d have to be focusing on something important. and from there i was able to flesh out the rest of the idea.

Which comes first: the pairing or the plot? with krbk its always always the pairing,, i'll be sitting there like wow <33 i love them <33 what if one of them had amnesia <33 (which, yes, wip!!) otherwise it's usually the plot!! and i slot in characters that i feel make sense

Have you ever used a prompt? yeah!! used a prompt for wlw week 2020 and it was fun as hell

Do you write around the story around a specific scene you want to get to or do you start from a plot idea definitely the first!!!! i almost always write like,,, a super messy scene thats 90% dialogue, keep it in my head, and then write the entire fic around that one moment

Do you find that you include a projection of some part of yourself in the way you write a character? a lot of the time when i write love confessions or love in general i'll have one of the characters think or say that the other person makes their head quiet? and it's because that's what i feel whenever i'm in love?? a quiet mind. i project on characters yeah but i think most of the projection actually goes to the way that i write love

Do you research some of the things you write deeply, partially and kind of wing the rest, or play entirely by ear (in this case, go with whatever base knowledge of the subject you have)? most of the time if i do research it'll be about the setting (ex. the izakaya in to have and to hold) or if i'm having the characters interact with an object that they like. need to know how to use (me, in control fraek: google. hey google. does someone die if they get shot in the foot??? no???? awesome thank u <3)

Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it? lmaoo yeah all the time i'll find like 500-2k words of concepts in my gdocs like i do. not remember this at all

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? probably krbk secret relationship lmao

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out better than expected? yeah!! i fully thought the action in control fraek would be awful but it turned out not bad??? which im happy with

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out worse than you expected? again, what we deserve, i personally think it would have worked out better if i'd paced it slower and drawn out the pining but i. do not feel like going back to fix it so its staying the way that it is. pining is so fucking hard to do AHHHH i get so tired with it!!! im like just date already!!!!

PROCESS

How do you come up with titles? in rare occasions (literally. all my multichaps for some reason) the title comes after writing like .5 words of the first chapter im like YES this is it!!!!! sometimes i write the whole thing and pick out one line that fits (what i did with come home to me) a lot of the time i just. steal from songs or poems that i like

What's your favorite emotion to cause on your readers? i like making people happy!!!! love when people comment saying they're cheered up

What's your favorite emotion to write? lovelovelovelovelovelove

Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you've written? never cried?? but sometimes i'll rereading my hurt/comfort fics 4. yk. comfort

Do you write in order or whatever comes to you? in order!! unless i have a scene that i Need to write and i'll quickly jot it down so that i don't forget

Usual way you procrastinate while writing? ...doing asks like this, making playlists, discord, watching netflix. what don't i do smh

Do you outline or free write? i am. so shit at outlines. i mostly free write and write lil notes for stuff that i wanna add later

Do you set word goals or scene goals (scenes you want to include)? yes!! like i said i'll write loose notes for scenes that i want to add later!! it gives me something to write towards :D

What do you consider when writing your scenes? what goes into making the atmosphere and mood you want? to set a scene i do two things? the first is like,, the five senses bc that always sets the scene really well and makes it feel Real. i'll visualize stuff in my head like its a movie and write out what i would want to tell the set designer?? if the lights are low, if the space is busy, if it's supposed to exude comfort or not.

for putting forward the character's mood one thing i've found that makes a difference is sentence length!! long sentences are good for making a character seem flustered and nervous or not really in control of their emotions? good for love confessions. short sentences are good for when the character is focused on something or short on time. good for fights!!

What's something you never considered to include in your writing that you can't leave out now? def buff hagakure,,,, once i thought of it i was like. if i don't include this at least once in every single fic how could i look at myself in the mirror!!!!!! how could i face anyone!!!!

How do you start a story? establishing a fact about the character or describing the setting! option a is one single thread of gold, option b is between lion and men

How do you end a story? either by tying it back to the beginning or doing like a funny kind of closing??? option a is sugar cookies, option b is a godless society

How do you get out of writer's block? change something!! move something!! i go from typing to handwriting, moving from my bedroom to my living room, switching wips to work on something else!! i do sprints as well?? give myself like fifteen minutes to write something and sometimes 200 words opens up the way for another 2k. sometimes i'll just delete like 500 words and start fresh

Do you edit? or do you toss your writing out there? i edit!!! i'll go over it myself then send it to one or two betas (bee my beloved <33)

How do you edit? do you use spellcheck, grammar checkers, etc? bee is my grammar checker bc he is So Good with grammar. i use grammarly as well for spellcheck stuff mostly?? sometimes my edit process is just like "am i tired of looking at this!! yes <3" and then i post it

PROGRESS

Do you usually like what you write? yeah!!! i post stuff that makes me happy and that i'm fine with rereading!!! i write stuff for self-indulgence reasons first and foremost and i think my writing reflects that sjhnksj

Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted anyways? nope!! even what we deserve i LIKED even if i see a lot of room 4 improvement!! if i don't like smth it's not getting posted

Do you find yourself rereading your writing often? yeah!! the reason i wrote so much krbk secret relationship is because i loved it but i'd read all that there was so i just,, wrote more,, ngl its kinda nice being in a place where i actually like my writing bc i can write stuff that i want to see and really enjoy it!!

Can you tell us anything about your current WIP? sure!! i'm currently working on when it rains which is a fic where bakugou gets hit by a crying quirk!! i'm gonna be using it to explore So Much of all might's character and his relationships with bakugou and aizawa (and i think some people from his past!!)

Can you give us a sneak peek on your current WIP? “You did something. What the hell did you do?” Kirishima sounds pissed off. It would amuse Katsuki if he wasn’t fighting just to stay standing.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Shinsou replies.

“K’ri… shima,” Katsuki croaks out. “‘S fine. Not him.”

His chest collapses back into the familiar dry heaving after that but Kirishima shuts up. He doesn’t apologize to Shinsou.

Kirishima’s a good friend, stubborn and loyal. He stands by Katsuki’s side like an attack dog, blocking him from the view of anyone ogling at his tears.

The last line you've written Ochako knows more than she'd realized. She knows enough to keep her guard up.

It’s not enough.

Open a wip. what’s the first line?

Katsuki wakes up feeling like absolute fucking shit.

INSIGHT

What's your favorite thing about writing? touched on this before but it's mainly just being able to write the things that i want to see and actually enjoy them!!! actually reread them!!!! i thought "wouldn't it be cool if bkg and kirishima owned a restaurant together" and then i wrote it and i like it enough to reread it!!!! being able to create content for myself makes me. so happy

How do you keep yourself inspired? this is gonna sound narcissistic maybe but honestly i'm just really excited about my ideas and where i'm gonna take them and the idea of "i'm gonna get to That scene" keeps me going through the entire thing. also my friends!!!! i'll talk to them about fics and their reactions keep me hyped up enough to finish!!!!

What is your favorite thing to write? just,, slice of life romance,,, stuff thats silly and makes people laugh!!

What do you think your strengths are in writing? i'm good with dialogue!! i do lil voice acting sessions with myself to make sure everything sounds natural and like it's coming from that character skhjnskj

i'm comfortable with my portrayal of love as well??? i spend a lot of time thinking about what it is exactly that i'm trying to get across and i think it turns out well!!

What are things you wish you could practice more? on one hand i wanna get better at writing angst on the other hand i dislike writing angst. do you see my issue

One way you've improved your writing since you began? characterization!! i think i've gotten better at writing characters that are all Different and bring different things to the table!!! i used to project a lot more and it would compromise the characterization because the character was like 70% me and 30% them? not to say that projection is bad but if you do it too much it just,, doesn't read like the character and from a reader's standpoint the narrative can become less compelling

One aspect of writing you're still working on? writing action!!! i. literally hate writing it but i write for a fandom about superheroes so. Unfortunately i gotta learn.

A piece of writing advice you've learned while writing saw this on another tumblr post but they said sometimes if you're struggling with a scene, the problem is five lines back. i've found that to be true!!!! sometimes u gotta delete a chunk and start a little ways back!! i did this with too busy being yours because i was stuck for Weeks and i deleted like 25% of what i had but it helped me actually finish it :D

A bit of writing advice you can't stand when people shit on show don't tell for being overrated lmao bc when u read their writing you can Tell

Something you wish you knew when you first started writing? ,,,,honestly i kind of wish i could know some of the stuff that i used to when i first started writing?? technically i'm better now but creatively i was must better when i wasn't stressing about whether anyone would like what i was writing. so i guess i wish i knew that i should keep that confidence? i kinda wish that i wasn't as insecure about other people's writing styles because i never used to be!!

Something you've learned in life that you apply in writing there's no point in feeling inferior?? writing one genre isn't better than the other. being in one fandom isn't better than being in another. the kind of language you use or the length of your paragraphs- none of that stuff like. matters. what matters is that you're having fun and happy with what you're creating!!!! enjoy other peoples writing but don't let it make you feel worse about yours :D

[mxrcayong]

tag game; the interview

Tagged by: @lucas-wongs

Tagging: @pastelsicheng @kopikokun @stayinzencity  @urlocalnctstan @sunflowerhae 

n. 1 | Why did you chose your URL?

I kind of combined all the NCT members who got me really involved with NCT in the first place. So namely, the person who peeked my interest in NCT was Taeyong after my friend showed me his solo stuff and black-on-black but my first ultimate bias was Mark and then my friend’s bias (who showed me Taeyong) was Lucas (and he later became one of my major biases) So it was mxr for Mark, ca for Lucas, and yong for Taeyong (so I pronounce it mark-ah-yong) And then I was debating changing it now that I’m basically biased for all 23 members (some to different extents to others but I’m always tied with like 7 people for ultimates) but then it just felt catchy and I didn’t think I could come up with a better name than that that isn’t taken already.

n. 2 | Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them?

Initially no. Technically this is my side blog. I had a private personal blog I used to treat as a journal but then after too long with my focus on NCT and way too many “I am following you, just in a personal blog”, I basically wiped it and turned it into a random blog where I repost content that excites me / stories I like to read / whatever I want thats less personal and depressing as it was before haha… It’s @mxrcayong-main. TBH the main reason was to build better relationships with my mutuals - like they never see if I read their posts or like their stuff because my personal blog was just strange and I didnt want people to really see it. 

n. 3 | How long have you been on Tumblr?

Honestly…very long. This blog hasn’t been too long though. This started as an NCT blog March 2020, but my first ever post was about Sehun in February 2020 (which was supposed to be a one off post haha). I once had a 5SOS blog, and then a Tom Holland one, and then now this haha. I have deleted the 5SOS one, unable to delete the Tom Holland one bc I lost access to it, and now I am on this :) I low key wanted to regain access to my Tom Holland one because I’m simping again but I lost details to the email I signed it up to.  

n. 4 | Do you have a queue tag?

I have a queue post? Does this count? 

n. 5 | Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Honestly, it was the first lockdown and I was bored. 

n. 6 | Why did you choose your icon / pfp?

For the Lucas one; I liked the aesthetic. My favorite kind of aesthetic is this vintage, faded, film kind of look. For me, I think one of the most profound and important things we have as humans are these vivid memories so any photo that kind of mimics this feel is super gorgeous to me. Also Lucas is stunning.

I used to have a Haechan matching aesthetic to the Lucas one, but I recently decided to turn it blue. I chose Mark because I’m the biggest simp for him (alongside with Jeno and Haechan mostly). This is purely because blue is one of my favorite colors; it always calms me down, and I just thought the aesthetic and composition of this photo really pleases me. Like, it also fits my vibe a bit more of the ‘softie’ and my friend even says I fit the ‘blue vibe’ more idk haha. I just come onto Tumblr for escapism and write for escapism, and blue helps calm me down so I wanted this escapism to be calming y’know haha 

n. 7 | Why did you chose your header?

I don’t have one!

n. 8 | What’s your post with the most notes?

My post with the most notes….honestly isn’t one im the happiest with but someone requested it so I tried to do it justice but idk I dont like writing fics too far in the future yk?? but the one with the second most notes that I really love is called “Come Home To Me” 

n. 9 | How many mutuals do you have?

I can probably count on one hand haha I want to get to know people, but I’m really scared to. I gotta say tho, I’m so grateful for all the mutuals I have - but especially @pastelsicheng and @kopikokun because they really stuck with me through some bad times I’ve had. also, tons of love for @sunflowersora for being my first supporter on this app and low key motivation to keep staying on the app <3 

n. 10 | How many followers do you have?

Just around 200, so not too much compared to others, but I still can’t believe that there’s 200 people who like my stuff. 

n. 11 | How many people do you follow?

A lot! 

n. 12 | Have you ever made a shit post?

…probably? 

n. 13 | How often do you use tumblr each day?

When I don’t have exams, I use it everyday. Just because I’m in a somewhat bad headspace right now, I check it maybe every second day or just have shorter use sessions. But when I have exams, maybe once a week or two weeks. 

n. 14 | Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Not really? 

n. 15 | How do you feel about “you need to compare this” posts?

I’ve never seen these posts but the title suggests that I’d dislike them. Especially with the words “you need to”. Like, let people live how they want to; don’t compare to others. 

n. 16 | Do you like tag games?

I really do! Honestly, I have to say I still don’t feel like I belong on the Tumblr community? Like I feel like I’m a newbie still finding their place. Theres a lot of times where I question that if I just leave, no one would be excited to see my posts anyway / no one will notice. So having tag games just kind of reminds me of the moots I’ve made who are a big part in making me feel like I have a place here <3 

n. 17 | Do you like ask games?

I haven’t done one yet!! I want to do it but I’m just nervous I won’t get any responses? 

n. 18 | Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

…All of them lol. I think @pastelsicheng is hella known for the murder replay story she did and I was a huge fan of a lot of them before they followed me back

n. 19 | Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Not a crush-crush but a platonic crush? Idk if its a common idea but basically like “holy shit I wanna get to know them” but i have social anxiety lol

[princecupcakee]

Park Bench | Reddie

Read on AO3

Rating: E

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 3,320

Chapter: 3/8

Past Chapters: Chapter 1 (AO3), Chapter 2 (AO3)

Next Chapters: Chapter 4 (AO3)

Summary: Recently divorced and ‘incapable of love’, Eddie Kaspbrak moves to Los Angeles for work and a small, small hope of a fresh start. Broken up and never dated again, Richie Tozier tries to get back into love with help from his love of music. Quickly meeting eyes and one concert later, they think that maybe love isn’t that bad. So they try it one more time.

Chapter 3: Richie Tozier At The Movies, Eddie Kaspbrak With His Thoughts & Richie Tozier With His Guitar

Tags/Warnings: Angst / Unhappy Ending / theres only one sex scene but this is explicit anyway / Bisexual Richie Tozier / Gay Eddie Kaspbrak / Post-Divorce / Implied/Referenced Cheating / Inspired By Remembering Sunday (All Time Low) / Inspired by The Book Ninja by Ali Berg / Implied/Referenced Child Abuse / Implied/Referenced Abuse / Implied/Referenced Manipulation

Tag-list: @richietoaster​ , @s-s-georgie​ , @mikeuris​ , @gazebobullshit​ , @that-weird-girls-blog​ , @tozierking​ , @thoughtfullyyoungduck​ , @s-onora​ , @bellarosewrites​ , @lermanslogan​ , @ambitiousskychild​ , @ghostnebula​ , @vanillaredvelvet​ ,

(Ask if you wanna be on the tag-list!!)

Chapter 3

Richie Tozier At The Movies

After bringing Eddie home that morning he set out for his next vinyl-date (the name was a work in progress) before going to his sister’s house. He tried to have his head in it, he did, but all throughout the car ride, he couldn’t think straight. He wondered how Eddie was, what he was doing on his day off. He couldn't think of anything even when he had already gotten there. He needed to focus, he wanted to, but he couldn’t stop his head from floating into the clouds.

So when he walked into the movie theatre, he knew he should’ve just stayed home. Alex looked amazing and Richie knew that, but that didn’t really help. They’d picked a new action movie that was heard to have a song from the record in its soundtrack. By that time, he had dropped over 30 records on the local subway, have gotten multiple emails from music lovers like himself, and gone on quite a few dates already. A few memorable ones were Will, a man from Hawkins getting over a lost love, had talked a little too much about said lost love. The two decided to stay as friends. After that was a date with Theo, a New Yorker in search of a painting and person. Similar to Will, in search of his lost love, they’ve decided to stay friends as well. Now, Alex, a writer from New York City who moved to LA two years ago in search of new love, had messaged him after he dropped, ‘Appetite For Destruction.’

“Hi! Richie, yeah?” Alex smiled at him, holding a bowl of popcorn and two drinks. Richie nodded as politely as he could as he thought, ‘why doesn’t Eddie have the same accent?’ “Cool,” Alex hummed, “lets go?” “Sure.”

Richie was glad they went to the movies. It was dark and loud, and your excuse to not pay attention to your date is staring intensely at the screen to look like your focused on it. So, for ninety long minutes, he plotted about the easiest ways to get out of this date. ‘I have a dentist’s appointment’ sounded a bit too rude and overdone to him, ‘I have to take care of my niece and nephew’ was true, but sounded pretty useless. From the 90 minutes, he was able to think up nothing. 

“That was a nice movie,” Alex began, smiling at Richie. “Yeah, it really was,” Richie smiled, “but, uh, see, I gotta run." “sure,” Alex waved, slightly annoyed. Richie turned around didn’t look back.

Richie sat in the backseat of his car, staring at its ceiling. He started this to find love, to move on from what happened with Connor, and breathe. But now its seems like a waste of time to him. He can’t even focus on a date without just leaving to sit around in his car. And for what reason? He didn’t even know. He’s getting all of the chances that he didn't get but he’s just throwing them away. He’s just leaving and wasting. Maybe he just doesn’t get that chance. Maybe he just shouldn’t.

He checks his phone for the time and squishes to the front of the car. He didn’t need the stereo, he needs something going for him, no matter how deafening. Drumming a steady beat on to the steering wheel, “Robert’s got a quick hand.” Finishing the first verse, he turns his keys and drives out of the space. “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,” he swayed his head side to side slightly driving over to Annie’s house.

Eddie Kaspbrak With His Thoughts

Eddie laid down on his bed checking the large, fancy clock hanging above his head, 2:30 PM. After the magnificent sunrise he witnessed with one, handsome, charming, funny, surprisingly smart Richie Tozier, he went home. Richie winked and said ‘wait’ after he brought Eddie back, and of course, that sent the shorter of the two in a bit of a craze.

He’d never felt this. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. It was strong and wouldn’t let him breathe and made his heart explode. When he laughed, when he sang, when he smiled, Eddie couldn’t keep his mind off Richie. It wasn’t like this with Myra. How could it have been? She was there, to keep him alive, not let him live. ~ “Eddie-bear, have you taken your pills yet? You know, you’re mother called me last week, reminding me that you have a seafood allergy, why did you never tell me about that? I’m your wife, Eddie. I’m supposed to know these things about you! What if you ate something that made you sick? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, Eddie! Do you want that? Do you want me to be in pain?” ~ But with Richie everything seemed, brighter. He never said anything Myra did, he never forced Eddie to do something he never wanted to do, he never put words into Eddie’s mouth. ‘It’s clearly too early though, I mean four days? Can you fall in love in four days?’ Eddie dropped his urge to Google that, not wanting to get up (or be disappointed if no, you couldn’t fall in love in four days.) He was never strong. Physically, emotionally, he had always lost. He was never brave. He was the one that sat on the sidelines, afraid to see what’ll happen. Afraid to listen to what he wants. Was that because of his mother, or Myra, or him? He never really wanted to find out.

Sonia was controlling, she watched Eddie’s every move, didn’t let him do anything. Sonia introduced the two, and Eddie thought he had to fall in love. When Eddie married Myra, he thought that maybe he would be slightly freer. He was very visibly wrong. She wasn’t any different from his mother. After 15 years of being married, he realized hoe abusive his mother was, how he didn’t want that marriage anymore, and how more appealing men are to women. He told Myra the night he filed their divorce, all she did was leave the room. She left the room to call his mother. ~ “Don’t you just love her, Eddie? She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s responsible, and she knows how to take care of you! You were such a mischievous child back then, when you played with that stuttering friend of yours, he was such a bad influence on you. Isn’t he… queer? I can’t even say the word. Disgusting. You shouldn’t have been friends with him, Eddie. Are you still friends with him? You must get him out of your life immediately, Eddie! I don’t want my Eddie-bear being like him.” ~ But what if he was in love? What if he was in love with a man? A man he’d only known for four days? Eddie sighed, fighting back tears. He didn’t need this. He shouldn’t be doing this.

He walked out of his room, feeling as if he can’t breathe there. But this is Los Angeles. This isn’t home. He walked down the long hallways heading down the stairs back to the library. Why had he come here? He didn’t know either or, he did, just didn’t want to say it. Eddie took a vinyl from the bottom of the shelf, ‘Never Trust A Happy Song’ in a small font above ‘Grouplove.’ He didn’t know any songs on it, but he figured anything would be better than being trapped in silence with his own memories.

He tried to mimic Richie’s moves from before, failing quite a few times. He winced at the loud sound of what seemed to be the end of a song. ‘Take me to your best friend's house, roll around this roundabout, oh yeah,’ played in the- Eddie really needed to Google what that thing was, ‘can you fall in love in four days?’ Rang in his head once again, forcing him to put his phone down and take a seat in the large chair before him.

He wondered what Richie was doing, why’d he had asked him to ‘wait’ and then leave. He wondered if maybe Richie had fallen in love before. If maybe Richie felt how he did. He wasn’t supposed to, that was sure, but he wanted to. He wanted to know the feeling of loving and being loved, maybe he had, maybe Myra was the feeling of loving and being loved. Or maybe it was Richie. Eddie wouldn’t know. He had hoped it would be Richie though. That made him smile, nothing like what he had gone through with Myra.

But it was also his fault. It may have done him good but it was still wrong. He may have needed it but that still wasn’t acceptable. He did do it. He wasn’t being responsible, he wasn’t being right. He did owe Myra something for what he did. He could’ve done it simpler, and not ruin his marriage in the most unnecessary way there was. He had to go to that bar, that night. ‘Somethings are too good to pass’ he tried to make a good excuse, but he knew it wouldn’t have worked. He was right.

But he didn’t owe Myra his life or his heart, he owed her an apology, a divorce, and something that would have been better for both of them. And what was better for both of them was leaving. It wasn’t exactly leaving New York, it was just leaving, no longer in each other’s lives and forget. Forgetting has always been much easier than actually facing your problems. Forgetting left things there, not having to see them anymore and not thinking. Forgetting meant, even for a little while, nothing can be any worse.

‘Don’t take me tongue tied, don’t wave no goodbye,’ He’d never heard this song before, but something about it made him feel like he did. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, something about it would make him feel like he knew himself, too.

Richie Tozier With His Guitar

He rang the doorbell, running to the side of the porch to not be seen. He crouched below the window and as if on cue, a little girl pushed the curtains away and looked out the window. “I know thats, you Richie!” A little girl said, opening her front door. “Aw, how’d you know that Maddie?” He said, ruffling her hair. “Mommy said you were coming,” she said putting her hands on her hips. “Just you and Walter today?” “Yup!” “Alright, go get your brother, I’ll be in the living room. Your mom’s gonna be calling any second now,” he said as he watched Maddison walk up the stairs and call her brother.

Richie walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, moving the guitar from his back to the floor. Just as he predicted, his sister rang the phone, “I’m already here Annie. They’re getting their guitars, we’re playing stuff today.” “Thanks, Rich. I owe you,” she sighed gratefully over the phone. “No problem. I missed these goblins anyway.” “Okay, thank you so much, I have to go. Mom’s gonna be there soon. Oh and tell Walter to help Maddie with her painting, she gets really unhappy when he doesn’t and-“ “I know this already, go.” “Thank you, Richie.” “Your my sister, its my job,” Richie laughed and put the phone down.

“We’re here!” Maddison smiled, brother in tow. “Hi uncle Richie,” Walter said softly, sitting by Richie’s feet with knees against his chest.

He was two years older than Maddison, the same age gap him and Annica had. Maddie was five while Walter was seven. The two were fairly opposite, Walter preferring to keep to himself while Maddie was outgoing and social. Outside of her sister, he raised them. Annie was a good mother, but being a single one, she didn’t have it any easy either. Her husband died less than three years ago from an accident. Thats why he came over more and took care of her kids more. It didn’t help that the whole problem with Connor rose in the time of this and him having a responsibility to not fuck up kids left him out of it for a while. Until he was just angry, he never took it out on anyone, that he made sure of, but he was just angry at love. Maddie and Walter were a help though, it made him forget. Forgetting is much easier than confronting, its like painting over graffiti like it was never there.

“What are we playing today?” Maddie asked, leaning her head to the side exaggeratedly. “What’s a song you guys want?” Richie asked looking back and forth between the two. Walter stood up, walking to the small shelf that sat by the TV. He walked back with a cassette tape in hand. A paper was stuck on to the tape, and in small letters and font, ‘Tongue Tied - Grouplove’ written on it. Richie smiled kindly at him, “How do you know this song?” He simply shrugged and urged him to take the tape. “Lets play it then,” Richie nodded while picking up his guitar. Walter held breath to say something, Richie having to give him permission before he did. “I already know the beginning. C-could you teach me the middle?” “Which part?” “After the second chorus.” “Sure. Anyone wanna sing?” “Can I sing with you? Like, you're gonna sing and I’m gonna sing too, both of us sing!” Maddie said excitedly with big hand gestures (Richie wondered if part of that was his doing. He assumed that it probably was.) Richie nodded, “one two three four,” G. “Don’t take me tongue tied,” G. Then, C. “let’s stay up all night,” He sang with Maddie. “I'll get real high.” Richie sang as Maddie shook her head. Despite Richie’s smile, a dark room, broken glass, smoke, tears, screaming, flood his head. ‘Fuck! Can’t I do anything right?’ He cried that night. “Slumber party, pillow fight,” The two sung in harmony again, “My eyes and your eyes, Like Peter Pan up in the sky,” Maddie sang bringing her hand up above her head to mimic Peter Pan flying. Walter and Richie laughed. “My best friend's house tonight,” Richie sang. ‘Stan? You there? Look, I-I need a place to stay. I’ll tell you about it when I’m there. Yeah… yeah, Th-thanks.’ “Let's bump the beats till beddy-bye,” Richie smiled, despite fighting back tears. ‘Connor. Connor. Connor.’ He thought. “Don’t take me tongue tied,” Richie sang. ‘Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.’ He thought, the tears behind his eyes, drying away, “Don't wave no goodbye.”

By the time they had sung three songs, Maggie and Wentworth were already at the door. He said his goodbyes and walked back to his car. Hearing the first song back again in his head, his breathing sped. He threw his head back and whispered to himself, “Breathe, Richie. breathe.” He thought about how uncomfortable and disgusted Connor looked when he got down on one knee. He remembered how Connor screamed at him, how Connor mocked him for thinking that he actually loved Richie the way Richie did for him. ‘Please.’ ~ “What? What the fuck?” Richie thought he was just surprised. “Dude, gross. I wouldn’t marry a man. That’s fucking gross. Look, man. I have a girlfriend, we aren’t fucking together. Thats so fucking weird.” “but I- I thought-“ “Thought what? That we were together? Fucking gross. Get out.” ~ Richie turned on his stereo. Anything is better than this. He didn’t need to cry, he didn’t need to listen to whatever the fuck was going on in his head. He doesn’t need to stay, he can leave.’ Please, don't let me down,’ the radio played loudly. Richie thought it was weird, songs like these weren’t on the radio, but he sang along anyway. “Please, don't let me down, You better come around,” he softly sang against the loud radio. He never liked his voice much. He used it for comedy, for words he didn’t want to say. He didn’t know how to describe it, but he felt as if he just shouldn’t sing, he sounded better doing impressions anyway. Although some people like it, like Walter and Maddie, he wondered if Eddie liked it too. “You save yourself, I'll save myself each time around,” he sang louder, trying to catch what his voice sounded like. ~ “Stan? You there? Look, I-I need a place to stay. I’ll tell you about it when I’m there.” “You can always stay here Richie. Don’t worry,” Stan sounded like he already knew. Richie guessed everybody saw it coming. “Yeah… yeah, Th-thanks.’ Richie tried not to break into tears. ~ He was going to go drive to Eddie. He was horrified, but he was gonna go to Eddie. As much as he would hate to admit it, he needed him. Needing Eddie to love him, thats debatable but needing for Eddie to be around him, he knew he really did need it. He hoped maybe Eddie needed him too. “You save yourself, I'll save you too next time around,” he sang. When Eddie smiled up at him he didn’t know if he could breathe. It was never like this with Connor. With Connor he always wondered who the woman that left their apartment was, with Connor, he always got shouted at and argued with. With Eddie, he smiled, his heart raced, his stomach churned and it was never like it was with Connor. “I'm not around, I haven't been here for a while,” he sang, the electric feeling coursing through his veins.

“You know I'll never be back now,” He shouldn’t break his own heart. Connor’s gone. He’s not coming back, and Richie’s thankful for that. With Connor gone, maybe someone else will stay. Maybe Eddie will. Richie smiled at the thought of it.

He ignored the nagging feeling of possibly not being loved back— again.

[thewondersofsmut]

Belonging

Request: So I know you write for both Tvd and spn. Which is great btw I can't seem to find enough fic writers who do both. But I was wondering, and I feel really bad for asking you this bc I already sent in a request and I'm sure your probs really busy so don't feel pressured, if you would be able to do like a crossover one shot where the reader is Elena's twin sister and she leaves town bc she's tired of never being the one or something and she meets the Winchester and can be a Sam or Dean pairing idc – @artsyicon

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 1406

I took a long time to finish this but I really enjoyed writing this! 

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You dyed your hair blonde, you did't have the same eye color, you were pretty much almost opposite of Elena, your twin and yet all eyes are on her, her and only her. And that made you snap, you sat on the couch, listening to how to protect your twin from Klaus. "Oh my fucking god! Can you all shut up?!" You exclaimed. Everyone's eyes turned to you. "You all wanna know what's so fucked up? She may be the doppelgänger but didn't it occur to you narrow headed people that Elena and I share the same blood?! But hey, Klaus could be stupid to think that he can also use my blood but yeah, lets just protect the one who looks like her after all I could just be his blood bag." You said and stormed up to your room. Everyone fell silent. Damon and Stefan frowned as they heard you pack. Stefan turned to Elena but before he could speak, you were dragging two bags down the stairs.

Damon sped up to the door to stop you. "You're not going anywhere, princess." He said. "Get out of my way, Damon." You glared at him. "You are not going anywhere–" "Let her go." Elena said, with her I'm-30-minutes-older-than-you voice. "What?" Damon knitted his eyebrows. "You heard her, let. me. go." You said and the great mysterious Damon got intimidated with your tone. He stepped to the side and you got in your crappy car, shut it, and drove. You drove endlessly towards the west and after a week of deciding whether this was the place to stop, you finally felt it. The town sign Grants Pass went into view and you stopped at a nearby diner. Before you can exit your car, you saw two men approaching and you held the wooden stake that was conveniently in your car.

You rolled down the window and the shorter one leaned down. "Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked. "I just got into town, I'm not looking for any trouble." You replied with a smile. "It's not really safe here, you better go." He said. You felt droplets of water into your arm and you looked at him and he was holding a small vial. "Excuse me, your water is dripping. And where I'm from, it's much dangerous." You said and eyed his hand. "She's good, Sam." You heard him yell from across. "How so?" He asked. "You know what, I'll tell you over coffee?" You offered and he looked weary. "It's really not safe to be here." He said. "I think I can handle myself." You said. You got out of the car but before you can make a step, a person rushed to you and bared his– fangs? "Oh are you fucking kidding me?!" You said as both guys shielded you from them.

That vampire put up a fight with the two guys and might as well help them you thought, you grabbed your stake and when the coast was clear you went ahead and stabbed that monster in the heart. The men looked at you, shocked but with the upper hand they got, they decapitated the vampire. "Um..." You started. "Are you a hunter?" The taller guy asked. "No? Kinda? Why didn't that thing like die when I staked it?" You asked. "Cuz they're... weird." The shorter guy replied. "I had to deal with vampire and I left and they're fucking everywhere." You tone was scary. "We gotta go." You looked towards your car only to find it smoking. "Ugh!" You screamed. You were on the verge of a panic attack but the shorter guy grabbed you into his arm as the other grabbed your bags from your car. You followed them to their car and you sat in the back.

"What's your name?" The taller guy asked. "(Y/n)." You replied fiddling with the bloodied stake. "My name is Sam and this my brother, Dean." He said and Dean raised his eyebrows at you. "Where are you from?" "Mystic Falls, Virginia." You answered. "You drove all the way here?" Dean asked. "Yeah." "Why?" You sighed. "I have twin who is more special than me I guess and theres this Original, one of the first vampires created is looking for my sister and she dating this vampire who has a vampire brother who's in love with her. It's all doppelgänger shit. All too messy." You explained. "Don't worry sweetheart, we handle messy too." Dean replied. "What made you drive all the way here?" Sam asked. "I didn't feel like stopping. Each place I end up in felt empty and the one place that made me want to hop off was a total wreck." You answered.

A complete silence surrounded you all as Dean drove. "You can stay with us." Dean said out of nowhere. You and Sam looked at him like he was crazy. "You trust me enough to let me go with you? I mean, I just need to hop off to a safer place, find a car, and let you two go on your merry ride." You said, shrugging. Sam and Dean conversed with their eyes and mutter and you waited for a reply. Sam looked behind to you with a smile. "We'll gladly let you stay with us, we just gotta make sure you're –not like them." He said and you smiled. "I'm grateful for your offer but I don't wanna be a burden..." You said. "I don't think you'll be, sweetheart." Dean said, meeting your eyes through the rear view mirror.

You aimed, an eye slightly closing and you took your shot. You smiled, putting the gun down. "Nice shot, sweetheart." Dean mused looking at your 1/8th an inch inside the bullseye shot. "The best one I've done so far." You commented with a chuckle looking at your low precision.  "Well, I think you can handle a dagger?" He asked. "Yeah? I think I can." You replied. "Back where I'm from, those types of vampires die with a wooden stake to the heart." You added. He raised his eyebrows with a slight frown and nodded. "Huh, guess there's many types of vamps." He said and you shrugged.

"Well, are you ready to go on the supply run?" He asked. "Sam coming?" You asked and you'd be lying if you didn't see a hint of hurt on his face. "Nah, said he wanted to stay to read the lores." He said. "Nerd." You muttered making Dean chuckle. "Well, let me get the list of what we need, 'kay?" You asked and he nodded, watching you intently as you walked away from him. You also would be lying if you didn't feel his gaze burning a hole through your shorts.

"Have fun!" Sam called out as you and Dean made way to the garage. You shook your head smiling, Sam had seen the connection you two had from the very first time you met. Dean have had this instinct to protect you when you thought no one would ever do, not the like the people you thought were your family.

"Hey, before you want to go to the store, want to grab some pie or something at the diner?" He asked, turning to you as you drove on the stretch of highway. You tilted your head to the side. "Are –are you asking me on a date, Winchester?" You asked. You sounded confident but inside, you were dying. His cheek turned a tinge of pink but hid it well with a smirk. "Dean, you remember the first night we met?" You asked, feeling suddenly shy.

"Yeah."

"I've stayed with you two for 3 years and despite the messy hunting life and demons and angels shit, I've never felt at home like I do this past years. And funny thing is, I feel most at home when you and I are together, like this or the at the gun range. I know I sound super sappy–" The car veered to the side and just as quick as lightning, Dean turned to you, hand softly cupping your cheek, his lips crushing against your like magnets.

Your initial shock was replaced with a sigh of relief.

You molded your lips with his and soon enough, you needed to breathe. "Funny thing is, that's exactly how I've felt with you." He replied, copying your words. "I'll take that pie and ice cream offer."

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@sallyp-53 @andkatiethings @kpoplover1306xdepressedgirl315

[sleepy-and-anxious]

Meet the writer tag!

Thanks to the sweet bby @reinkings and @trevorparece for tagging me in this <3 Sorry this took me so long to do! (and sorry for the people who also tagged me in this! I could only find 2 but I know there was a few more)

Rules: Answer 10 questions, write 10 questions, tag 10 people! 

where do you typically get inspiration for your wips?

Hmm A lot of my inspo comes from music once I have a solid idea of my wip. But it usually starts off with tropes I like and a vague idea of characters and relationships. 

do you prefer reading series or standalone books?

I think I prefer reading shorter series (aka duologies or trilogies) once you get over a quartet I get a bit hesitant unless i’m like 100 percent in love with the story.  

who’s your favorite OC? what’s their favorite color?

My favourite OC so far has probably got to be Hepton. I love that complex scary man so much. His favourite colour is orange! 

coffee or tea?

Now this is the question.... I think i’ve gotta say tea.

do you prefer to plot every detail, just jump in to a story, or do something in between?

Something in between! I find that I need to have a vague idea of where the story begins, ends and the whole point of the journey before I start writing. But I can’t have it in super detailed outlines because I just die. 

pen or pencil?

Pencil! My handwriting is disgusting and I like to be able to erase my spelling errors. 

what’s the funniest backstory you have for one of your characters?

I’m not sure any of them are funny... They’re all pretty tragic. 

would you rather only ever be able to write haikus, or only ever be able to write paragraph-long sentences?

Oh fuck. Only write paragraph long sentences? 

what’s your favorite thing to write about?

I’m a sucker for writing romance and smut don’t @ me 

how would you describe your WIP(s) in one sentence?

Ignorant girl discovers all her friends are magical and she needs to stop being so fucking hypocritical tbh 

Additionally questions by Trevor! Thank u boo! 

1. Standalones, trilogies, or behemoths of a series? 

  Trilogies!

2. What is your favorite line of your own writing? 

I’m currently loving on my prologue again so any line from that!

3. What would your book’s epigraph be?

“Who ever said the world responds to kindness? Issues have always been solved with anger and outcry.” 

4. How about its movie poster slogan?

I honestly have no idea r.i.p me 

5. If you were going to challenge yourself to try something new, what genre would you venture into?

Id probably go to Sci-Fi next or maybe romance 

6. Who’s the first person you show a draft to?

Idk tbh. Nobody I know IRL actually reads or would be interested. It would probably be my friend inin or Kira. Or maybe id get beta readers first. 

7. Is there an idea (be it plot or character or world) you’ve been tugging along since childhood, just waiting for the right moment to use?

The entire plot and character base of gfs... 

8. What’s the first creative thing you remember writing, and what did you learn from it?

I think I wrote some kinda faerie teddy bears picnic style short story as a kid but I really can’t remember and I don’t think I even finished it because nobody wanted to read it lol 

9. What’s the strangest characteristic you’ve taken from real life and given to a character (could be yours or someone else’s)?

Hepton’s sclera tattoos! I’ve seen them online and was like “Imma just steal that”

10. Choose your fighter: Enemies to Lovers, There’s Only One Bed, or Pretend Dating Makes Real Feelings.

HOW DARE U! I’m torn between enemies to lovers and theres only one bed *cry emoji* 

My questions: 

Do you have a writing routine? 

Early bird or night owl? 

Who is your least favourite oc? Tell me about them. 

How do you come up with plot ideas? 

Do you make playlists for your wip? 

What software/type of document etc do you write on? 

Do you like to gush about your wip or keep it secret? 

If you could pick one song to describe your wip what would it be? 

Did you make a writeblr for any specific reason? 

If you could recommend to me/your followers another blog to follow/another persons wip what would you choose? 

Im going to tag: 

@moiraaward @tawnywrites @mademoiselleink @type-writings @avatarwriting @danafaithwriting @reeseweston @elliewritesstories @jbhawkswriter @shit-she-wrote @leapwriter @moiraaward (But no pressure if you don’t want to do it bbys <3) 

[oldmanjinjokes]

––answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people (lmao idk 20 people on here heh)

––tagged by @hob1love ty love x

––tagging: @royaltae @gukmul @hercosmoscomplex @taejinszn  @theshyauthor @yoongisuschrist  (if u dont want to be tagged in the future just let me know lovelies)

LAST

1. drink - water stay hydrated kids

2. 📱call - friend called thea 

3. text - main hoe

4. song you listened to - Drake - Don’t matter to me (ughhh its so good k)

4. time you 😢- last night lol i miss people

HAVE YOU EVER

6. dated someone twice - nop

7. 😘 someone & regretted it - u have no idea yikes

8. been cheated on - nope

9. lost someone special - yes

10. been depressed - yepo

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - actually surprisingly no (be proud of me ellie)

FAVORITE COLORS

12. yellaaaaa

13. pastel pink

14. black

15. burnt orange lol

in the last year have you

16. made new friends - yes and theyre gorgeous people x

17. fallen out of love - working on it pal

18. 😂 until you 😢- yes when my friend ate tzatziki in a fucking sandwich 

19. found out someone was talking about you - yes

20. met someone who changed you - definitely 

21. found out who your friends were - yes for the better tbh 

22. 😘 someone on your facebook friends list - nah

GENERAL

23. how many friends from your facebook friends list do you know irl - ive met them all at least once lol

24. do you have any pets - 1 cat who only likes women and 2 cats in england who are angels

25. do you want to change your middle name - i mean “gammelgaard” is weird as fuck to try and explain to foreigners so yes why not 

26. what did you do for your last birthday - cried lol (tragiicccccccc)

27. what time did you wake up today - 5am >:(

28. what were you doing last night at midnight - listening to music and literally doing nothing 

29. what is something you can’t wait for - winning the lottery so i can quit my job ty 

30. what are you listening to right now - a shane dawson video, i like watch 2 videos when i get home from work every day as a way to like chill before i gotta study or something 

31. have you every talked to a person named tom - like a billion 

32. something that gets on your nerves - when people older than me at work act like they are my boss when in reality i know more than they do because i work more it pisses me riiiiight off oh and when danish people make fun of my accent :))) 

33. most visited website - tumblr and youtube lets be real

34. hair color - CUTE AS HECK PINK

35. long hair or short hair - long 

36. do you have a crush on someone - :)

37. what do you like about yourself - my eyebrows 

38. want any piercings - got 11 i think my mom would be disappointed if i got any more lol but i sorta wouldnt mind a double nose piercing instead of my single?? and maybe another helix

39. blood type -noooo clue i probably should find out

40. nicknames - lun, luna mou, lunaki, moonhead, moonie, mulfred 

41. relationship status - single n sad

42. zodiac - is that the same as starsign???? cause then sagittarius 

43. pronouns - she

44. favorite 📺 show - mmmm im a sucker for friends tbh and idk i love simple shows??? not so much drama and just all jolly 

45. tattoos - nah not my cup of tea 

46. right handed or left - right handed

47. ever had surgery - nose surgery 

48. piercings - 6 left ear, 4 right ear, 1 nose 

49. sports - badminton bitch 

50. vacation - i generally only go to the uk and greece to visit my family but im going to japan in feb!! 

51. trainers - faves??? or??? new balance is mint for all day walking jobs fyi 

MORE GENERAL

52. eating - now? or like? eating nothing ??

53. drinking - water

54. i’m about to watch - ryland adams vid hheh

55. waiting for -bed dude today was exhausting 

56. want - happiness O O oO  

57. get married - i hope so 

58. career - dear lord who knows but the goal i have is highly unachievable 

WHICH IS BETTER

59. kisses or hugs - hugs

60. 👄 or eyes - eyes

61. shorter or taller - taller

62. older or younger - older

63. nice arms or stomach - ha thighs (tbh u are me meara lmao) also hands heh

64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER

66. 😘 a stranger - no

67. drank hard liquor - :)

68. lost glasses - yes 

69. (oof). turned someone down - yes and boy do u feel bad 

70. sex on a first date - nope 

71. broken someone’s ❤️- yes and he turned into a stalker so theres that

72. had your 💔- yeppo

73. been arrested - no

74. 😢 when someone died - ofc

75. fallen for a friend - yes yikes (dont do it )

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

76. yourself - no

77. miracles - not really 

78. 💛at first sight - yes

79. 🎅- no

80. 😘on a first date - yeah

81. angels - no

other

82. best friends name - i dont really have a best friend i just have some close friends but shout out to my main hoe siah

83. eye color - green

84. favorite movie -  lord knows

85. favorite actor - D:

[gooses-trenchcoat]

327% agreed especially on the tags thing i mean why just have a blurb when you can tag

also imagine the pain you could be spared if the 'nice' novel you started had just been tagged for major character death? or for any of the other major tags used on ao3- theres a reason theyre there after all!

plus, i just feel like younger generations especially arent the same as people used to be. yes we have shorter attention spans, but why does that gotta be a bad thing? why not write content of varying lengths? i know i have read fics ranging from 100-500000+ words, sometimes you just want something you know you can finish in an evening. sure, you can guess based on the amount of pages, but that can be deceptive, and (back to the issue of tagging) sometimes you want something you can read in an evening that is 100% guaranteed to end up fluffy.

and yes, fanfiction only proves that people want more content from the fandoms they love. personal experience: i recieved the boxed set of tales from the shadowhunter academy, ghosts of the shadow market, and the bane chronicles (shadowhunters, cassandra clare, check it out if you havent read them) for christmas. if you arent familiar, those are three books of short stories that are not mandatory to read the main series. however, they do provide a heck of a lot of worldbuilding, small story progression between book series, and most importantly: fluff. (yes im talking about born to endless night and the beginning of the land i lost. malec fluff.) anyway, these short stories could easily have not been written or published at all, but they were. theyre short, snappy, but can still be deep, or funny, or emotional, and i love that. i dont personally know of another book series that has this. (the silmarillion? i guess?) not to mention the exerpts and extras on her website! fantastic.

in conclusion, fanfiction is great, books should learn from it, and also cassandra clare is a blessing to society.

Things Traditional Publishers Can Learn From Fanfiction

tagging systems are a big draw for readers. both for content/trigger warnings, and for genre information. knowing the tone of the story and whether the ending will be happy/sad/satisfying is a deciding factor for many readers.

word count: especially important as digital books become more common. books are more accessible when readers have a way to check both the total word count and the chapter word counts.

there is a big audience for short stories featuring characters from book series. It used to be more common for authors to release short stories or anthologies in between novels, with shared characters & settings. (Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, P.G. Wodehouse, and the Rumpole series all did this.) Unfortunately this has fallen out of practice, but as fanfiction has shown, there is still a huge reader interest.  

there is a demand for expanded universe content, particularly for content with a different format or atmosphere than the original canon. audiences like variety; e.g. fans of high-stakes/dramatic stories are also interested in seeing their favorite characters in low-stakes/humorous situations. these stories are not inauthentic nor do they pander to the audience; they simply allow audiences & creators to explore characters through a different lens.

similarly, there is a big interest in spin-off content featuring secondary characters. audiences see a great deal of potential in supporting characters, with most fandoms having clear “favorites”. short stories expanding on such characters have a great deal of marketing potential, and allow writers to explore expanded canons without any risk of altering primary characters/storylines.

Give audiences accessible, satisfying stories in a variety of formats.

ko-fi

[definitelynot-danielhowell-old]

yo! any book/music/tv show/movie recommendations you want to share? i’m hungry for new content lol

MY PAL I HOPE YOU’RE READY

Books: 

- Simon vs. The Homosapien Agenda: aka love, simon. Super gay, super cute, high school drama/romance. LOVED IT

- Struck by Lightning by Chris Colfer: high school student wants to become a journalist/writer and go to a big fancy university and goes through a bunch of personal and school related issues and does everything he can to become successful, which uh, easily told by the title, ends in a…weather related situation

- Stranger than Fanfiction by Chris Colfer: like 4 highschoolers going on a final adventure after graduation. They’re all obsessed with this show though, and as a joke, invites the main star of the show, who ends up tagging along. The teens learn the harsh reality of their favourite celebrity 

- The Land of Stories series by Chris Colfer: theres like 5 or 6 books in this series i think??? Anyways it’s about these twins who get trapped in the fairytale world (with like all dem disney princess’ n shit) and its generally just a gr8 adventure-y story!! 

Movies:

personally I’m not a huge movie person so this list will probably be shorter!

- Struck by lightning: yes it’s just the movie version of the book, but the movie was actually created before the book!

- Love, Simon: You get the gist

- Idk if this counts as a movie but they’re an hour long each and theyre John Mulaney’s stand-up comedy acts and theyre fucking hilarious

TV Shows:

im including netflix specials too bc i can

- Brooklyn nine-nine: A comedy cop show. Recently experienced trauma bc Fox cancelled season 6, luckily NBC picked it up so bless

- The Fosters: Two lesbian moms raising their adopted childreb (and one biological) rlly dramatic, cute, funny occasionally 

- Big Mouth: Netflix special, its about like 7th graders i think?? going through puberty and shit and its so fucking hilarious

- Orange is the new Black: Netflix special, takes place in a womens prison. drama but like IT GOOD

- The Office: im guessing you know what this is 

- How I met your Mother: I’m guessing you know this one too. has Neil Patrick Harris in it, if that helps convince you

- Glee: Look im trash dont come for me

- QUEER EYE: netflix special, 5 gay guys go and fix sad Str8 guys’ lives and i love them all

-  Sherlock: i just love it sm

Music:

okay instead of general music, imma give you bands and artists

- Marianas Trench: A canadian band. Love them. The lead singer writes quite a few songs about his battle with bulimia and drug addiction, as well as basically an entire album about his ex-fiancee and a song abt his mother battling with Alzheimers 

- Hedley: another canadian band. kind of non-existent rn bc they uh,,,,, became problematic when they were on tour *i would side eye emoji but im on my laptop) Still their music is generally good and they are canadian so i gotta shout them out

- Panic! At the Disco

- Fall Out Boy

- Janelle Monae

- Hayley Kiyoko (lesbian goddess)

- Cornelia Dahlgren: aka another GODDESS WHO I LOVE. (may also know her as Corny, corndog, corn, or martyn lesters gf)

- Troye Sivan

also I’ll link my main Spotify Playlists:

This Means War (my main playlist, is a giant mess of songs, genres, eras, and artists)

The Gayest Gay

Confidence, Baby (basically songs that make me feel good/happy/idk just generally got me fellin’ mahself)

Sleepy Time

YALL WELCOME FOR THIS LONG-ASS POST

[cherubhearted]

92 Truths Tag

RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged!

Tagged by the lovely and the amazing @purelysoft ! tysm <3 

LAST:

Drink: dr. pepper

Phone call: to my manager for work ;u; 

Text message: me complaining to my bf about having to work tomorrow!

Song you listened to: “your reality” from doki doki literature club </3

Time you cried: it was almost today, lol. i dont actually remember the last time, i think when i watched doki doki for the first time.

HAVE YOU EVER: 

Dated someone twice: nah fam

Been cheated on: nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: mmmm nah

Lost someone special: yes.

Been depressed: for sure. it’s something i still battle with unfortunately, but i’m better than before.

Been drunk and thrown up: i’ve never thrown up from being drunk, but i’ve never gotten that wasted before either.

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: i’ve made several new acquaintances. i’d say the only “real” new friends i’ve made were about two years ago when i started college. 

Fallen out of love: nope i’d say i’m more in love now than ever before <3

Met someone who changed you: not this year, no. 

Laughed until you cried: yes, over the dumbest thing too lmao

Found out who your true friends are: yeah, i think so.

Found out someone was talking about you: is this just bad things? i found out one of my friends says very nice things about me haha. but i don’t doubt people talk bad about me all the time either. or am i just paranoid? idk.

GENERAL:

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: like...four i think. 

Do you have any pets?: yep, i have 5 cats (yikes! sounds like a lot but only two of them solely belong to me because i adopted them, haha.), two dogs, and some small fish.

Do you want to change your name?: i legally want to change my name to my preferred name, yes. 

What time did you wake up this morning?: twelve p.m., i slept in haha.

Name something you cannot wait for: the black panther movie!! also can’t wait for the my hero academia fighting game, and the day me and my bf finally get a little apartment together. <3

Have you ever talked to a person named tom?: um...does tom from animal crossing count??

What’s getting on your nerves right now: work, omg.

Blood type: i dont know actually 

Nickname: i have a few...davey, and baby boy are my boyfriend’s favorites <3

Relationship status: taken as heck 

Zodiac sign: aries! 

Pronouns:  he/him

Favorite show: haikyuu! <333 

College: art institute!

Hair color: platinum blond/gray, my natural hair is a dark strawberry blonde

Do you have a crush on someone: is it bad i get crushes easily? but my bf is still my #1 crush

What do you like about yourself: i’ve grown a lot as a person and keep growing every year. i’ve learned to love myself when i used to detest myself, and i can at least say i’m proud of who i am now.

FIRSTS:

First surgery: idk if it really counts as a surgery but i had to have some scar tissue lasered off before. 

First piercing: my first and only, an industrial bar in each ear. 

First sport you joined: track and field! the only sport i was interested in joining since i was little.

First vacation: ummm probably a trip to California when i way too little to remember it?? so does that really count.

First pair of sneakers: baby sneakers probably 

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: these little chocolate covered strawberry cream cake snacks.

Drinking: dr. pepper

I’m about to: work on homework

Listening to: “a horse with no name” michelle branch 

Want kids: nah. if i ever did, i’d wanna adopt, that’s the only way.

Get married: hm...well i obviously dont want to right now, but im not opposed to ever being married!

Career: i work in retail right now, but i’m working to become a designer.

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: geez, idk, both? but in my opinion a really nice pair of lips is like, the greatest blessing a person can naturally have.

Hugs or kisses: ahh...i love both...but kisses are great....wait, why am i on about lips again??

Shorter or taller: ffff. how can i choose? it depends on the person.

Troublemaker or hesitant: gotta love them troublemakers.

Older or younger: ummm is this for romantic interests or? well ive always gotten along with older people anyway. one of my best friends is five years older than me in college so i guess thats a good age range. 

Romantic or spontaneous: ummm romantic! im such a sap

Sensitive or loud: mmmmm idk really? i like...people that are both. i’m both too so maybe thats why.

Hookup or relationship: ive never had a hookup haha. so relationships.

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: lmao nope i dont have that kinda nerve

Drank hard liquor: nope i probably would hate the taste too much

Lost contacts/glasses: i’ve lost my boyfriend’s!

Sex on the first date: nope, i dont have enough first dates haha

Broken someone’s heart: unfortunately, yes. i’ll admit to it, bc i wanted to be friends and she didnt

Been arrested: omg heck no

Turned someone down: eheh, yeah, unfortunately, a lot of people 

Fallen for a friend: yeppp 

DO YOU BELIEVE: 

In yourself: some days!

Miracles: nah.

Love at first sight: this is gay but yes bc i literally was so smitten with my bf the first day i ever met him. never thought that was possible tbh

TAGGING: ummmm lemme tag some cool blogs! i’d also like to get to know these guys better:

@malnedott @stephie-senpai @lunawlw @goth-kid @safeflora @moonkidcat @chire-styx @beautiful-smol-prince @lambmilk @chaste-juvenescence @rotten-angel-food @kultani @heavensentcherub 

You don’t have to do all the questions if you arent comfortable with some of them! also anyone who i didnt tag (theres so many of you lovely followers!) who wants to do it, please do! i wanna get to know you guys better. <3

[hannahindie]

Maple Leaves and Flannel

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned) Word Count: 2,608 Warnings: Cutesy fluff and extreme descriptions of fall. (I don’t think that’s really a warning, but I’m a wordy girl so...maybe?) A/N: I wrote this for @impalaimagining’s Favorite Seasons Gif Challenge! Fall is my favorite time of year, so I was excited to get to write a fic that primarily focused on that.

Beta’d by my wonderful @trexrambling, because without her, a lot of my thoughts would be jumbled: “THIS. HANNAH, THIS!!!!!! YESSSSSSS I LOVE THIS LINE IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE. Gaaaaaaaaaah this is wonderful.”

And my sweet @pinknerdpanda, who encourages me even when I hate nearly everything I wrote and feel like starting over: “ I love this whole sentence sooooo much!”

As usual, tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you’d like to be added!!

Fall has always been my favorite time of year. Summer had its moments, but when the stifling heat finally started melting into cool breezes, when I could enjoy the sun’s warmth on my face without immediate fear of being burnt to a crisp, I was in my happy place. If anyone were to ask me why fall was my favorite, besides the cooler temperatures and the lack of sun poisoning, it would be hard to pinpoint an exact thing.

It could be the brilliant colors the leaves inevitably changed to, a magnificent splash of reds and oranges and yellows all mixing together to make it look like the landscape was on fire. The slow appearance of Halloween decorations that would go up bit by bit; a zombie here, purple and green lights there, fake spiderweb stretching across every available surface. The extraordinary amount of pumpkins that would just appear with no warning on porch steps, balanced precariously on hay bales that also would magically appear, a majority of which had simple faces that had been painstakingly carved into them by excited children who cared less about the carving and more about cleaning out the slimy guts inside.

So, had you asked me what my favorite thing about fall was, I would have told you it was too hard to choose and wandered off with my pumpkin spice latte to find some crunchy leaves to jump in.

Well, that’s what I would have said. But then I saw him.

Right in the middle of town is a large maple tree. Large is really an understatement. This maple tree is one of the oldest I’ve ever seen, and it’s huge. It’s right on the edge of the sidewalk, and the roots have pushed up the concrete slabs like they’re made out of foam. Every year, I expect one of the massive branches to break off and land on top of the old, Victorian-style house that sits empty next to it, but every year it proves me wrong. It also sits directly on the path I take from my apartment to the library, and every time I walk past, regardless of what I might be doing at the time, I glance up at the huge spanning limbs and falling leaves. Most days, there’s nothing remarkable about it. It’s beautiful, yes, and it’s one of my favorite things about my town...but generally speaking, it’s the same scene every single day.

Except one day when there was an addition to the normal scenery.

I had just crossed the street and was making my way down the sidewalk when I glanced up out of habit and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing just under the maple was a tall man, his head bent as he looked down at his phone. His shaggy, chestnut hair hung down and obscured most of his face, and I held my breath as I waited for him to look up. He was wearing a burnt orange coat and a lighter orange flannel; he was like the perfect autumn day in a ruggedly handsome, broad shouldered package. He must have realized someone was staring at him because he looked up and locked eyes with me, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hi,” he said softly, his voice deep and smooth.

I finally released the breath I’d been holding, my eyes wide. “H-hello.”

He took a couple of steps towards me and pocketed his phone as he did, “Sorry to bother you, but do you live around here?” I nodded but remained quiet. “Do you know much about this house?”

“Oh, yea, it’s one of my favorite places in town. Are you...are you interested in buying it?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, “Yea, actually. Me and my brother grew up in a house like this, and I just happened to be driving through when I saw it.”

“So do you live close by?” Surely I would have remembered seeing him around.

He shook his head, “No, I'm here on business. I've been kind of looking for a place to start over, and since I was already here, I thought I'd look around.” He held his hand out, “My name is Sam, by the way. Sam Winchester.” I took his hand, and I was unsurprised when his totally engulfed mine.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same.” He smiled again, and just as he opened his mouth to say something else, a muffled ring interrupted him. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a quick glance, he looked at me apologetically, “I'm sorry, that's my brother. I gotta go meet him...family business stuff to work on. Maybe I'll see you around?”

I smiled at him, “Yea, that would be nice. See you later.”

He gave a small wave and started walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction that I was going. Luckily, that wasn't the last time I saw Sam Winchester.

The second time I saw Sam Winchester I was at the library, coffee in hand as I flipped through pages upon pages of town history. I had just started at the local newspaper, and my first assignment was to put together a large series leading up to the town’s centennial celebration. Most people would have wondered what they had done to deserve such a fate, but I loved stuff like that. There was something about getting lost in old newspapers and books, scattered photographs that lay forgotten in people's attics, only remembered when you ask them if they have anything that would help you. I could sit all day at the library, curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs with a giant book. Most of my days consisted of that, actually.

I had been reading about The Great Flood of 1928 when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Sam looking at me, one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Sam,” I said as I shifted into a more upright position. “How are you?”

He shrugged, “Pretty good. I think we’ll be here for a few more days.” He nodded towards my stack of books, “What are you researching?”

I glanced down at the book in my hand, “Currently, a catastrophic flood that destroyed most of the town in 1928. In general, just getting some information for a series I'm writing for the paper. The centennial is coming up. Although I have to say, there's less interesting and happy things than there are devastating natural disasters, murder, and general bad luck.” I closed my book and sat it on the table. “Why are you here?”

“Well, I needed to do some research of my own. The librarian told me you might have a book I need. It's actually a collection of property deeds and stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow, “That sounds…”

“Boring,” Sam laughed. “It is. Which is why I'm here and not my brother.” He sat the books he'd already claimed down, “Mind if I join you?”

I shook my head as I handed him the book he was looking for, “Not at all. I can't promise that I'll be exciting company, though,”

He laughed, “At least we can be boring together.”

And so we sat, the next three hours consumed with what was supposed to be serious research but had quickly turned into us laughing about some of the more ridiculous things that had happened in town.

Sam sat back with a laugh, and I couldn't help but stare at the deep dimples that formed when he allowed himself to truly smile. “Wow, it's been awhile since I laughed that much. That was nice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and his smile quickly disappeared, “But it looks like it's time for me to head out.” He stood and shouldered his coat on, “Hopefully I'll get to see you before we leave.”

I smiled, “I would enjoy that. See you around.” Sam smiled and strode quickly out of the library. I looked down to find that he'd left the book he'd asked for open, and I pulled it around to look at the page he'd marked.

The deed was for the old abandoned house with the giant maple in the yard.

The last time I saw Sam Winchester is a little blurry. It's kind of a long story, and honestly I'm not even sure that I have all the details. I remember seeing the deed for the old house. Curiosity got the better of me and I did the one thing that I'm surprised I hadn't done before but realize now should never have; I googled the address of the Victorian house with the town’s oldest maple tree.

I vaguely recall reading what had to have been one of the more disturbing stories of our town that I had soundly decided not to include in our centennial write up. But even after I sat down to read something else, determined to not focus on the vicious quadruple murder/suicide that had occurred in the house, my mind kept returning to it.

Which had led me to my next question; why was Sam so interested in that house? And what family business was he doing that he needed the deed information? Nothing was adding up, and I was beginning to wonder what that handsome stranger was up to.

I remember leaving the library, bag in tow and determined to figure out what was going on. I had stopped at the end of the sidewalk before taking a big breath and striding up the cracked concrete like I owned the place.

And that's when things get a little fuzzy. All I can really remember is that I saw something that shouldn't have been real. That moment of pause, the shock of seeing a man that was long dead standing directly in front of me, nearly cost me my life. What I do remember is Sam appearing out of nowhere, quickly followed by a shorter man with bright eyes that I guessed was his brother, and a loud shotgun blast.

Then I was outside, my back against the maple tree and a large, rough hand cradled against my face.

“Y/N...hey, are you alright?” Any other time, opening my eyes to that handsome face would have been welcome. As it was, I could barely remember where I was, much less who was in front of me.

“I...yea...I think so...what happened?”

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s a long story.”

I shifted my weight and groaned as my bruised ribs protested at the movement, “What exactly do you and your brother do, anyway?”

He chuckled, “That's also a long story.” He helped me stand up, and I grimaced again. “Are you sure you're okay?”

I nodded, “Aside from the fact that I just saw something impossible, and said impossible thing tried to kill me...I'm pretty sure I'm good. Ask me tomorrow.” He smiled sadly and my chest ached, “You won't be here, will you?”

He shook his head, “No, we uh...we have some other things to take care of.” I stared at him for a moment and tried to memorize the way his hair fell in his face, the little mole on his chin, how his eyes seemed to change color. There were too many details, and I knew it would be impossible to do him justice in my spotty memory. So instead, I put my arms around his waist and pressed my ear to his chest and listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart.

“It was nice to meet you, Sam Winchester.”

Sam didn't say anything, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me a little tighter.

It's been a year since I last saw Sam Winchester. A year since I saw him standing under that maple tree, its bright red and orange leaves falling around him as he looked at his phone, unaware of the dumbstruck girl staring at him.

It's been a year since I let curiosity win out over common sense and I discovered that there was far more to this world than I could have ever imagined, and that the gentle giant that I had laughed with over coffee was responsible for keeping it all in check.

Sam and Dean had driven me home and the ride there was mostly silent. Sam sat in the back with me, his long legs tucked in as well as he could, and I had curled tightly into his side. My ribs complained the entire ride, but I ignored them; I wasn't passing up what could be my last chance to be this close to Sam.

Sam walked me to my door and pulled me into one last hug, and it took everything I had not to beg him to at least stay the night. He'd started to walk away, but at the last minute, turned back and pulled me into him, his soft lips working against mine almost desperately before he pulled back, gave me a tight lipped smile, and walked to the car. The next morning I went to stick my hand in my jacket pocket and found a piece of a napkin containing small, cramped handwriting. There was a number, and under that a single word - 'Sam'.

We had texted quite a bit for awhile; what he and Dean were up to, plans to get coffee when they finally made it back into town to visit, the most recent book we'd read. I knew that with their lifestyle, it would probably be awhile before I got to see Sam again, but I held on to hope. Then, finally, the messages stopped.

I'd like to think that he's okay, that he's saving people from the monsters that linger in the shadows, but I often worry that something happened. I think I'd feel it, though. For that much good to leave the world, I'm sure my heart would know.

I've kept the same routine this whole year. I walk the same path, go to the same job, live in the same apartment. And every day, I walk past the old Victorian, the maple looming over it with its canopy of fiery leaves. I’d always looked towards the house, only now I do so in hopes that I'll see a man, dressed like fall, and smiling. When I don't see him there, I like to imagine that he's off saving the world with his brother, one monster at a time.

That is, until today.

Because today, I walked the same path down the same road, crossed at the same corner, and just like I did exactly one year ago, I looked up at the house and the maple. Under its falling leaves, standing just where he was the first time I saw him, was Sam. Only this time, he wasn't looking down at his phone; this time he was looking straight at me. He was a bit thinner than he was back then, and he'd cut his hair a little different, but the smile was the same. I stopped a few feet away, afraid that if I blinked he'd disappear.

“Sorry I'm late,” he said softly, “things got a little...crazy.”

I nodded, “Long story?”

Sam chuckled, “Yea, you could say that.”

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, my ear to his chest, and sighed happily. I never realized how relieved I would feel to hear someone’s heartbeat. “You know what, I have all day.”

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[sakurachae]

tagged by @wormbebe thank you martha ily <3 

last:

drink: water!! gotta stay hydrated 

phone call: the twin 

text message: ‘what’ jhddsjhjhsh

song you listened to: newton!! im still in my mx honeymoon phase so im always listening to their albums on shuffle 

time you cried: during ss7 :(( my kings were like. right. in front of me so ofc i cried 

have you ever:

dated someone twice: “i havent even dated anyone once” meredith SAME 

been cheated on: not applicable lmao 

kissed someone and regretted it: NA!! 

lost someone special: no? i mean some people have drifted away or moved but. i havent lost them

been depressed: yes

been drunk and thrown up: no but yesterday i drank a whole bottle of cider and then fell asleep for 45 minutes so 

in the past year have you:

made a new friend: yeah!! aside from the wonderful people ive met on tumblr ive also had to make friends @ my new school so.  

fallen out of love: i was never really in love but. i think i got over someone who id been infatuated with for 4 years so. 

laughed until you cried: all the time!! but also i clearly remember sobbing while laughing bc my friend used the mcdonalds paper bag as tissue instead of the tissue inside the bag  

met someone who changed you: a girl i used to have a crush on? she really taught me to be a more polite and kinder person, i still adore her but we’re just really really really good friends now  

found out who your true friends are: i guess! not that serious though 

found out someone was talking about you: i think so? i think i confronted that person HUHEWUSDIUE im so sensitive 

general:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: like 3-4 including the twin  

do you have any pets?: nope, im terrified of animals?? but i used to have a hamster. also 12 cats. 

do you want to change your name?: i think im just still getting used to the name james,, i love it when people call me that snurehisns or any variation of it 

what time did you wake up this morning: 6.10 :-( fuck school tbh 

what were you doing last night: mentally preparing for the 2nd!!! round of orientation like wtf you only need one. 

name something you cannot wait for: getting into my new class for school? ill be with the class for 2 years so im excited!! also IM SUPER EXCITED TO MEET MX IN MARCH 

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: never

what’s getting on your nerves right now: nothing, im p chill right now 

blood type: bee positive!! 

nickname: some of my friends call me jam?? i cant say the rest of my nicknames bc they’re based off my deadname :(( 

relationship status: never dated :(

zodiac sign: pisces id list the whole chart but i m so lazy  

pronouns: he/him

favorite show: the good place?? 

college: im in junior college if that counts

hair color: black!! super black 

do you have a crush on someone: i did but i literally got over it like today so HAHAHA 

what do you like about yourself: im full of love and i put in effort into my relationships!! 

firsts:

first surgery: none

first piercing: none but hopefully soon  

first sport you joined: table tennis?  

first vacation: i think i went to either thailand or malaysia 

first pair of sneakers: idk anything abt shoes. i just put my feet into whatever i see and leave 

right now:

eating: nothing? i just finished lunch tho and its 5pm  

drinking: nothing

i’m about to: rest,, school is tiring  

listening to: nothing!! cant casually listen to things while i do nothing

want kids: nope too much responsibility 

get married: maybe!! 

career: i wanna be a journalist? i think 

which is better:

lips or eyes: BOTH definitely

hugs or kisses: i LOVE hugs the people are always taller than me and i just bury myself into them esp the people that have boobs so its like cushioning 

shorter or taller: this is not really an option theres basically no one shorter than me so taller!! also i had a crush on a boy for 2 seconds just bc he was 183 and towered over me 

older or younger: older or my age but def not younger!!  

romantic or spontaneous: idk if these 2 are mutually exclusive,, but i can rarely do things spontaneously 

sensitive or loud: what if im both!! im a loud sensitive asshole what u gonna do abt it 

hookup or relationship: relationship!! 

troublemaker or hesitant: somewhere in the middle HAHA depends on who else will get in trouble with me 

have you ever:

kissed a stranger: nope, never kissed anyone 

drank hard liquor: i dont think so HAHA i don tdrink that much  

lost contacts/glasses: nope i dont lose my glasses bc theyre always in my bag i literally never wear them and no one knows i have to  

sex on first date: no!!!!!!! 

broken someone’s heart: how could i HAHA  

been arrested: oh god no but ive had a bunch of nightamres abt being in jail

turned someone down: all the time HAHA but in a friend way ofc

fallen for a friend: thats like my entire crushing history,, the person i was infatuated w for 4 years was a friend,, 

do you believe:

in yourself: yes!! but im lazy and unmotivated but i could do it if i tried 

miracles: no 

love at first sight: no!!

i know im boring ;; thank u to anyone who read the whole way HAHA 

tagging @94-hw, @mongaygay and anyone else who wants to do it!!