#vanossgaming x bigjigglypanda

[vanosslirious]

Evan knows he and Jonathan won't be able to escape the centaur that is chasing after them, and uses magic to escape it...

Words: 1.832 | 50.092

Excerpt:

"We're not going to make it," Evan said, wrapping his hand around the handle of his sword.

"We'll be fine! Just keeping fucking running!" Jonathan called out, panting heavily as they continued sprinting across the sands, heading straight into the same darkness, ignoring the beasts that began to notice them one after the other.

[poly-bus]

BigJigglyVan : Roommates

Genre: FLUFF!!

I’m using a prompt from my a-z scenarios that I wrote down late last night. Just to give you a hint, it’s R.

R Prompt: Evan and Anthony have been roommates the past year and a half. During the summer, they prefer to binge-watch Tv together and indulge in bad habits. :p

Enjoy! ~Mod P

The room felt on fire, his skin prickling with sweat as his curtains crept open and allowed the smallest sliver of morning sunlight to peek in.

It was hot.

Evan groaned, an arm tossed over his head in an attempt to ignore the sudden shine of light.

Before he could get comfortable again, he threw the comforter off his body and snuggled into his pillow, grasping the fabric tight against his chest and face.

He cuddled his pillow close with a sigh, letting his eyes close for the fifth time again that morning.

A knock erupted at his door, starting slow and calm and getting louder in case he was deep in sleep.

Evan groaned, peeking an eye open to look at his door.

The knocking slowed and a shuffling of feet nervously in place kept Evan wondering.

“Anthony?”

The lad chuckled through the door, nervously pausing his movements completely, “New season of our show, wanna watch it with me?”

Evan, groggily reaching over to grab his phone without moving from his pillow, callied out, “I dunno... Maybe.”

He checked the time on his phone, it was almost noon.

He’d already missed his morning run, so being lazy shouldn’t be an option at all for him today.

But... he could make an exception for his roommate.

“I’ve got the chips and the fans blowing,” Panda persuaded the Canadian male.

Evan groaned and leaned up onto his knees, stretching his arms above his head, phone forgotten on his pillow.

“Okay...”

Anthony let out a whoop in victory and headed back down the hall to their gaming room, where the enormous flat screen awaited them.

Evan sighed, leaned up from his bed, and shifted from his pajama pants into a pair of shorts, because fuck it was hotter than hell.

His shirt was slick with sweat, sticking to his body and outlining his every muscles move.

He was definitely feeling swore, how did Anthony have energy with all this heat?

Evan didn’t remember how hot it was last summer, but this was way over the top, even for California.

“I’m going to take a shower first, okay?”

Anthony’s victorious whoop was heard, clearly telling him to go for it.

Evan chuckled and hopped into the dorm’s shared bathroom, luckily there were only 2 spaces filled in this 4 boy dorm room.

He turned on ice cold and hopped in after peeling himself clear of clothes, exhaling at the amazing temperature.

The man was Canadian, like a fucking penguin, he indulged and preferred freezing over melting.

Anthony hit up Netflix, setting it up on their show’s start screen before rushing to get the snacks and all ready.

He lost a few pounds after making a deal with the Canadian that they’d work out every morning together then lazy around together the rest of the day.

He’d been used to this heat all his life, a natural American honestly, and with about five fans blowing around their kitchen and gaming room, the house was rather cold to him.

He popped some popcorn and put it in a super large bowl, adding a second bag to the pile.

He heard a faint whistling come from the bathroom and chuckled to himself, settling the snacks on TV dinner tables beside the couch and on their dark oak wood living room table.

Anthony opted for it to be organized, most of the controllers and remotes on one side of the table’s drawer with games and movie discs on the other side.

Evan didn’t have any problem with it, their names on the inside of the covers anyway, and instead enjoyed the organization.

Speaking of the Canadian, he hopped out and joined the other in the gaming room, wearing a pair of shorts and a clean white shirt.

His hair dripped with cold water but it simply fell onto his white shirt, leaving a dark circle in it’s place.

Anthony chuckled, “I got everything ready. I think today's binge-season is going to be a couple hours.”

“Good thing we don’t have classes,” Evan joked, sitting next to the fellow on the couch.

He grabbed on of the bowls of chips and laid in wait, “You joining me for a run tomorrow, still?”

“Yeah, I gotta keep up my end of the roomie deal, now don’t I?”

Evan laughed then winked at the American, “I’ll go easy on ya tomorrow.”

Panda snorted, “Doubt that but okay.”

Anthony grabbed the remote from between him and Evan and pressed play, setting it down with the snack dishes on the fancy table.

The two rested in a cozy silence until the comedy show had officially begun it’s seventh season.

This wasn’t even a rare occurrence, the two planning this out at the beginning of each week and letting it pan out.

The watch time popped up in the left bottom corner of the screen, almost shocking Evan to death.

“Five hours?”

Panda nodded, “Five hours, that’s a long time.”

“Do we have enough snacks for that?”

Panda glanced at their table, humming in thought.

“We’ll just go shopping in between breaks.”

[cha0sbunny]

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Fireworks (Vanoss x Reader)

Warnings: Language, sexual innuendos (kinda)

Word count: 420 (Ha ha)

This little piece of work was inspired by the 4th of July vlog BigJigglyPanda uploaded. Kaylee actually gave me the idea for this. Send in some requests if you have any! I hope you enjoy this little drabble thing.

~Admin Emma

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“They do know that they are supposed to put Roman Candles in the ground and then set them off, right?” Evan questions, pointing towards Tyler. You had flown down from Canada with Evan to Tyler’s house for the 4th of July. Tyler had decided to start setting off fireworks, and of course, he chose the Roman Candles first.

“We Americans don’t read directions, let alone follow them.” you point out to Evan.

“He’s going to blow his fucking hand off or something.”

“Here in America, all people care about is blowing shit up and freedom. Injuries are not prioritized when celebrating freedom is on the line.” you state, earning a laugh from Evan.

“I’m gonna go over there with Tyler, you coming with?” He asks, coming to stand in front of you and cupping your face in his hands.

“Nah, you go have fun. I’m gonna hang back here with Kino. Don’t get yourself hurt, I don’t want to deal with bloody injuries.” Evan rolls his eyes at my statement, kisses your forehead, and turns toward the direction of Tyler.

“Don’t you know that’s why I chose you? Having an RN around comes in handy.”

“Haha, so funny. We all know that’s not the real reason you keep me around. Now go, have fun.” you shove him toward Tyler, causing him to flip me off. Anthony stands next to you, filming Tyler as he sets off another Roman Candle.

“I love how far away Evan is standing from Tyler.” Anthony laughs. You smile at Anthony, knowing that he is only standing that far away to not get hit by the falling embers.

“He’s trying not to get hit by the falling embers. I told him that I don’t want to deal with any injuries.” Anthony nods his head, and turns to film Smi77y and Scotty. Soon enough, Marksman is trying to set a bottle rocket off in his hand. And as expected, his blows up in his hand.

“God damnit! Even when I’m not at the hospital, I still have to deal with injuries!”

“Nah, it’s all good.” Tyler replies. You shake your head, walking up the steps and onto the porch.

“You guys make my anxiety skyrocket.” Evan follows you onto the porch, a look of surprise on his face.

“You weren’t kidding when you said injuries aren’t a priority when it comes to this holiday,” Evan says, “But that was hilarious! Oh my god, he’s doing it again!” And with that, he scurries off to watch the craziness.  

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[vanosslirious]

Fic: Laundry List. Fandom: BBS. Ch: 48 / Vanoss. Words: 578 / 24.004. Excerpt:

"Marcel broke the fucking window," Jonathan said to Anthony, shaking his head.

"I can see that…"

[poly-bus]

BigJigglyVan : Lovers Fic

Genre: FLUFF!!!

Mhhhh

Enjoy, ~Mod P

The house was empty that night, save for some lit candles and some delicious spaghetti freshly made and settled.

A single person stood in the kitchen, preparing a gorgeous table for a certain someone’s birthday.

The calendar month of May had the final day circled in a vibrant red marker.

The Canadian had been working all day, save for this morning when he simply drank coffee before leaving for work while Panda slept his entire day away.

Anthony grinned, adding a few finishing touches to the sauce before combining the two ingredients on two separate, well designed plates.

He set Evan’s plate on his side of their table and his own at his seat.

In the middle, there were four velvet red lit candles and a beautiful red table cloth with owls designed on the outer edges.

It was so stupidly cliche, but it felt perfectly fine to Panda.

He heard the garage ding, signaling Evan had just finished parking his car.

Panda rushed to the bedroom and lit a few of the candles on their bedside table and their dresser, the stack of red, black, and golden wrapped presents sitting on top of their bed.

As he made his way to the kitchen, apron untied and slid onto it’s rack with the rest of the cooking tools, the garage door opened.

Evan entered in time to see the male cleaning the dishes he had finished using.

Anthony glanced over with a sheepish smile, Evan’s eyes scanning the kitchen before checking the dining room with a gasp.

Panda grinned and dried his hands off, coming to join the Canadian.

Evan beat him, meeting him halfway and crushing the American in a hug, sighing peacefully.

“Thanks, I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“I missed you this morning, so I thought it was right of me to make dinner.”

Evan smiled and glanced at the candles and tablecloth.

“I love it, wow.”

“There’s some gifts in the bedroom after dinner.”

“Anthony, you didn’t have to,” the Canadian timidly smiled and blushed, fingers dancing on the tablecloth with admiration and appreciation.

Anthony stepped forward, gently pulling the other into a smooth kiss, “I wanted to.”

“Obviously,” Evan smiled, watching as Anthony stepped back again.

He pointed to Evan’s chair, “You’ll find something in your seat, too.”

Evan turned and stared at his chair with amusement, “In my seat?”

Anthony nodded and giggled, “I think you’ll love it.”

Ev stepped forward and grinned, picking up the small fluffy plush toy automatically, “He looks like my mask from gta,” Ev giggled.

Panda nodded, taking a seat, and smiling when Evan did the same.

Ev placed the owl plushie in his lap and picked up his fork, quietly biting into the noodles and sauce.

He moaned delightfully, taking another bite before swallowing it and commenting, “It’s fucking delicious. Why don’t you cook more often?”

Anthony laughed, “I’d probably blow up the kitchen. This took me half an hour to make, I’m glad you like it.”

Evan smiled gratefully, loosening his tie as he dove into his food.

Anthony smiled fondly and began to eat as well.

Soon, the two had finished what they could, finished whatever water or wine they wanted and started talking about the usual stuff.

“Did you record with the guys today?”

Anthony shook his head, “I was busy exploring stores and online shops these past few days.”

“They might think we died or something.”

“I let them know on Twitter that we were settling into our new house,” Anthony spoke, dabbing his mouth with a cloth.

Evan chuckled, pouring another glass of wine for himself and taking a gentle sip from it.

“Well, since we’re about finished, I’d like to lead you to our beautiful room.”

Evan giggled, taking another sip before speaking, “Did you pack all our stuff away?”

“Yes, actually. I wasn’t as lazy today as I normally would be.”

Ev smiled and finished his glass, standing and following Anthony to their bedroom.

Panda pushed the door open, enjoying the surprised and shocked gasp from his lover.

“Holy fuck, Anthony, what?”

A total of 9 huge boxes sat stacked upon the neatly organize bed blankets and sheets and pillows.

Evan felt his hand get grabbed as he was led into the room, a hand at his waist and a chin laid gently on his shoulder.

“Well, are you gonna open them, babe?”

Evan nodded and sat down, Anthony sitting next to him with a chuckle.

“Which one should I open first?”

Anthony picked the smallest one up and held onto it, “This one can be last, go from biggest to smallest.”

Ev smiled and picked up the biggest box.

A gift wrapped in black and yellow, much like his batowl costume.

When he picked the wrapper off carefully and enjoyed peeling the golden, shiny ribbon from it’s base, he gaped at the item inside.

A perfect replica of his batowl costume was laying, folded neatly in it’s own clear elastic wrapping, lay perfectly in the center of a white box.

Evan grinned, picking the outfit from it’s place and examining it through the wrapper.

“Do you like it?”

“Fuck, Anthony, just... wow,” Ev stumbled over his words, “It’s great. It’s got a utility belt and everything.”

The second gift was a golden rectangle with three smaller gifts strapped to it’s side with black ribbon.

“It’s a package,” Anthony spoke softly, a fond smile playing his lips.

Evan nodded, opening the three smaller boxes first to find that they were little Owl plushies, one had a winky face, another was smiling like a criminal, and the other was sheepishly smiling while dozing off.

Ev grinned, “Wow, look at them all.”

Anthony nodded, “Open the bigger one, now. You’ll love it even more.”

Ev wasted no time, ripping moff the wrapper and peeking inside the box.

A larger plushie with an animated set of emoticons with it’s eyes was laying in wait.

Anthony pressed a button and it’s eyes flashed on, the first face of joy popping up on the screen: ^-^ .

Evan snorted, laughing when he pressed the button and it became annoyed and angry with him.

He let Anthony turn it off when they were done making fun of all the faces it made.

The other 2 gifts were placed on the floor in front of him.

They both had red ribbon and a black base wrapper.

Evan opened one to reveal a VR kit and the other to reveal two more monitors to add to his set up.

He wrapped an arm around Anthony and leaned against him, forgetting about the smaller one until Anthony stood up suddenly.

“Well, Ev, we’ve been together I dunno, five years now?”

Evan chuckled, “Yep. You’ve outdone yourself since last year.”

“I’m not done yet, either.”

The Canadian furrowed his brow in confusion until the other knelt down and smiled fondly.

“Evan, will you marry me? I’m trying not to be cliche or mushy with you but you’re literally everything I’ve ever wanted and you make me happy.”

Evan bit his lip and waited a moment to let the question and news sink in before grinning wildly and throwing his arms around the other’s neck.

He hugged him tight, kneeling in front of the other and holding him close for a good few minutes.

“Hell yes!”

[vanosslirious]

Update | Ch 13 — Morning Problems • Brian.

Chapter Summary: Brian and Thomas are looking for Brock.

POV.: The Terroriser.

Wc: 1.563.

Excerpt:

He took his phone out and dialed Lucian’s number.

“You’re just g-going to ask him?” Thomas asked, his eyes wide as he stared in disbelief at Brian.

“Deep breathes, Thomas,” said Brian.