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*CRASH! (A seaweed covered chest was thrown through the window.... it has a tag on it that says "dear eggs thanks for your help and advice in exchange for that Pokémon insite I have given you a chest full of chocolate gold coins. Sorry about the seaweed and muck there's money to pay for cleaning and window repair in the chest. From Skully")

The other person in the room screams as a hefty chest clatters clumsily through the window and lands in the centre of the room with a thunderous crash. The oak frame of the link splinters and twists to reveal a bursting cache of chocolate coins spreading among a pool of damp seaweed onto the dark carpet of the room. Gingerly Mike steps towards the arrival and picks up the tag attached and reads it intently. The startled brunette cowers in the corner of the room, clutching her headphones to her short hair in shock. 

Watching Mike read the note, she noticed him almost sigh in frustration upon viewing the contents of the note and the chest. She thought he murmured “I can’t even eat chocolate” in hushed tones but she was too bewildered to respond. The delivery of … chocolate coins in a seaweed covered chest was too bizarre for her to digest immediately. 

Mike strolled casually, unperturbed by the sudden vandalism, to the sofa and sat down silently. He continued to stare motionless at the door for a while, before another note slipped through the door, breaking his concentration by furrowing his brow again.

“why is it always…. chocolate…”

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Bokuroo- Kuroo just being really sweet and trying to cheer up his sad boyfriend

Tetsurou finds Bokuto huddled in his blanket and hiding against the wall behind his bed, only the top of his head poking out from his little nest. Even his hair is droopy. 

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Instead, he makes a beeline for the kitchen. He finds their almost-empty tub of ice cream, some cornflakes, and a pack of gummy bears that Kenma left behind last time he visited. He grabs a bottle of water for good measure.

When he returns, Bokuto has fallen over onto his side, and there’s now a soft whine coming from the blanket. Tetsurou frowns, setting down the food on the floor. He hates it when Bokuto retreats like this, because it makes his own chest ache, and all he wants is for Bokuto to be laughing that stupid, boisterous laugh again.

“Hey, Bo,” he says, laying a hand on the Bokuto-shaped blanket. “You wanna talk about it?”

There’s a little wiggle, which Tetsurou takes as a no. He picks up the ice cream. 

“How about comfort food?” 

There’s a pause, and then an eye peeks out. “Ice cream?”

“Yup. And cereal. And gummy bears, too.”

Eventually, most of Bokuto makes it out of the blanket. They get crumbs all over the floor, but Tetsurou knows where the vacuum cleaner is. He even has an idea how to use it. What’s most important is Bokuto leaning against his side, hair drooping but the frown slowly fading as they talk about nothing in particular. 

By the time the ice cream is gone and half the gummy bears tossed at each other, Bokuto’s wearing a small smile. It’s nowhere near as bright as his usual grin, but it’s genuine. Tetsurou will take it. 

“Hey, Bo.” He waits until Bokuto looks at him. Tetsurou reaches over, tugs Bokuto against him until he can hook his chin over Bokuto’s head. “You’re alright, ‘kay? You’re gonna be alright.”

There’s a suspicious sniffle, but Bokuto is hugging back, and that’s all that matters.

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 i’ll make a new home for christmas

this is for @angerybisexual cause she encouraged me to write my Christmas fic even though it’s April.

summary: @1975cashtons describes as such “you’re heard of pwp….now get ready for fwp. fluff without plot

words: 3673 (I know I’m insane)

warnings: I think there’s some cursing

a/n: I'm sorry for any typos or editing mistakes I’ve been up for almost 24 hours so I’m bound to have messed uo but if I didn’t get this up I might’ve actually died

The door slams shut behind you, and a shiver runs through your body. The wind had been like a blade, cutting you to the bone. There’s snow in your hair, your nose and cheeks are rosy from the cold. You pull off your hat and scarf being careful not to take your headphones out of your ears. You drag your bag in the direction of your room cursing your past self for not spending an extra twenty dollars and getting the bag with wheels.

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The Worst Way to Die

Everyone has a way they’d absolutely not want to die.

I remember my mom telling me about when she almost drowned as a kid. Since then she’s been afraid of deep water and would rather walk through fire than drown. My kid brother’s terrified of getting cancer. He saw it take our dad. It was slow, painful, and we went through every moment of it with him.

I had a strange one. See, I’m scared of snakes. Always hated them. Especially pythons. Those fuckers can swallow a crocodile whole. I’m not the size of a crocodile. I would be lunch. I cried when my mom read Jonah and the Whale for the first time. Imagining being inside the belly of a beast gave me nightmares for weeks. So that’s how I wouldn’t want to die.

Being eaten alive.

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so as you may or may not be aware of my house’s in the middle of some big renovations which have involved tons of dust and my computer on a folding table

BUT! parental unities have promised me the whole formerly-guest-room for myself. This would mean no more sharing a room and a closet with my sister, but it does also mean no more sharing the weird ante-room attic thing that we’d been using as a sort of home-office either.

My new room is surprisingly bigger than either room, but not by much, so now I’m playing around on google sketchup trying to figure out a comfortable setup for all my shit– including the pc desk i’ll probably have to buy/make/whatever, and shelves for all my manga and books and shit.

This is all wildly overcomplicated by the fact that I have the worst sense of space ever. Also, I want an extra chair for putting plushies and pillows on and it seems to mess up like… all the things?

room plan 1: where do i even put my boots. (the white things on the wall are for putting shoes in, but… clearly they’re no good for boots)

room plan 2: still don’t know where to put my boots. 

I guess i’m gonna be screwing around with this program for a while yet…

Congrats, Dad (Ant X Reader)

WC: 2119 

Summary: Reader is pregnant and is afraid to tell Ant. Mother Philippa swoops in and saves the day.

Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to smut, smut lite at the beginning, mom friend Pippa

“Ant! Babe, I’m home!” I called, walking through the doors of our apartment, my hands full of groceries. “In here.” Anthony called from the living room. I smiled and placed our groceries on the kitchen counter. I walked into the living room and Anthony smiled widely at me from the couch. “Sit with me babe.” He said and I chuckled, obeying his wish. As soon as I sat down he pulled me into a side hug, his head resting in the crook of my neck. “Well hello to you too.” I said playfully, pressing a kiss to his temple. Anthony smirked and pressed a light kiss to my neck. “How was your day baby?” He said, fiddling lightly with the hem of my shirt. “Well, my boss, who usually is a placid kind of guy, decided to lose his shit today. That led to a very productive yet stressful day. I swear my neck is semi-broken from having to look down at my desk all day.” I said, sighing as I ranted about my less than ideal day. Anthony frowned and he removed his arm from around my waist. “That’s terrible. He didn’t yell at you, did he?” He said, looking at me with worry in his eyes. “I mean he shouted a little in my general direction, but.” I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have to deal with that.” Ant said, something unrecognisable glinting in his eyes. “Ant, babe, I’m fine. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.” I said and Ant clenched his jaw, clearly unhappy. I had to admit that he looked incredibly hot doing that. He suddenly pulled me into a passionate kiss, his arms encircling my waist. I kissed back with fervour and Anthony let out a low moan. We broke apart, panting slightly, a smirk on Anthony’s face. “Should we take this some place more private?” Anthony asked, his voice low. I let out a short laugh and he looked at me quizzically. “Ant, we’re in our apartment. Everywhere is private.” I said and Anthony rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated. “You know what I meant Y/N.” Anthony said and I almost gulped in nervousness. He suddenly attached his lips to mine in a heated kiss and picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. He let out a moan and I smirked into the kiss. He broke the kiss briefly and took a hand off my waist to open the bedroom door. He placed me on the bed and I looked up at him, noticing the sheer lust that glazed over his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

Four weeks later

“I’ll try to be at the theatre between shows babe.” I said and Anthony frowned, pecking my forehead. “No Y/N, you’re sick. You’re going to stay here, ok?” He said and I sighed, realising that fighting with him was useless. “Ok. I’ll see you tonight?” I said and Anthony nodded, smiling brightly. “I’ll see you tonight.” He repeated before kissing my cheek lightly. I waved goodbye to him as he closed the apartment door behind him. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and grabbed my phone, immediately dialling Pippa. “Hey Y/N!” She said cheerfully, picking up almost instantly. “Hey Pip.” I said, my tone nowhere near as bright as hers. “Are you ok?” Pippa asked, sensing that something was off. “Yes and no. Can you come over?” I asked, almost pleading her. “I’ll be there in 5.” Pippa said and I smiled, hanging up the phone. I got off the couch and began pacing, wondering how she would react to the news I had. My pacing was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “It’s me!” Pippa said and I swung the door open. Pippa smiled warmly at me before engulfing me in a hug. She rubbed my back and I smiled into the crook of her neck. “What’s up Y/N?” Pippa asked once I broke the embrace. I grimaced and sat down on the couch, Pippa following suit. “Pip, I, uh. I’m pregnant.” I said quietly and Pippa beamed at me, letting out a squeal of joy. “Oh my god Y/N, congratulations!” Pippa said, pulling me against her side. I smiled weakly at her, and she raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You don’t seem happy about this news.” She said and I let out a shaky breath. “It’s just, I don’t know how Ant will react. We’re not even married yet, God.” I said, feeling tears well in my eyes. Pippa rubbed the small of my back soothingly, looking at me with pity. “Y/N, trust me when I say that Anthony loves you no matter what. The boy would jump off a bridge if you told him to.” Pippa said and I chuckled slightly, knowing that her words were true. “And I love him. It’s just, we’re young and I’m nervous that he’ll have to drop out of Hamilton to look after me. He loves that show so much.” I said and Pippa frowned at me. “He loves you more than the show, I promise you.” She said and my lips turned up in a small smile. “How do I tell him?” I whispered and Pippa sat quietly for a moment, lost in thought. She suddenly let out a gasp and I nearly jumped at the noise. She nearly leapt off the couch, beckoning for me to follow her. “What master plan have you come up with, Soo?” I asked curiously, following her into the kitchen. “Can you bake?” Pippa asked and I nodded hesitantly, now incredibly nervous. “That’s good. Where are your baking supplies?” She asked and I pointed to a shelf in the pantry. She smiled and made her way to the shelf, pulling out various ingredients. “Philippa Soo, what the hell are you doing?” I questioned as she pretty much emptied my pantry onto the kitchen counter. “You’re going to bake a cake and on the top write ‘congrats dad’ and give it to Ant after today’s matinee show.” Pippa said and I nodded in agreement, realising that it was actually a good idea. She clapped and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Told you it was a brilliant idea.” She said before pulling out her phone. She gasped and I looked up at her in confusion. “I’ve gotta be at the theatre now. I’m so sorry Y/N, but text me when the cake’s done.” Pip said and I nodded, glancing at the ingredients on the counter. “Great. See you later Y/N.” She said before waving at me as she walked out the door. I sighed and looked at the kitchen counter. I grabbed my phone and pressed shuffle on my music, chuckling as the opening chords to Alexander Hamilton filled the apartment. I began to sing along as I measured out the ingredients, praying to god that Pippa’s idea would work.

A few hours later

I looked at the completed cake, a proud smile on my face. It was a chocolate cake topped with buttercream icing, and written in blue on the top was 'Congrats, dad!’. I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after 3, meaning the matinee performance had finished. I took in a deep breath and texted Pippa.

Y/N: Cake’s all done. I’m on my way over now.

I picked up the cake, and was about to open the door when I heard my phone buzz.

Pip 👌🏻: AAH! I’m so excited. Ant will be over the moon, I promise.

I smiled and shot her a couple of emojis before turning off my phone, shoving it in my pocket. I made my way to the elevator, carrying the carefully covered cake. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the necessary address, sinking back into the seat. Once we had arrived I thanked the driver and handed him the money, making my way out in a manner that protected the cake. I let out a sigh and approached the Richard Rogers theatre, hoping that the cake was still in tact. “Y/N! What a lovely surprise. Ant told us you were sick.” James, the security guard said and I chuckled nervously. “That’s partially true James. Still, I come bearing baked goods.” I said and he chuckled, gesturing for me to walk in. I smiled at him once more before making my way through the maze of backstage corridors. I saw that the 'break room’ door was open, and I heard Michael Jackson playing from inside. I chuckled at the predictability of my friends and knocked lightly on the door. “Come on in!” I heard Lin shout and I rolled my eyes, pushing the door open slightly. “Hey guys!” I said and I was met with a series of cheers and smiles from everyone but Anthony. “Y/N, how are you? Ant here told us you were sick.” Daveed asked and I nodded halfheartedly. “That’s partially true Diggs, but I’m well enough to visit my boyfriend and the rest of you. Also, I brought cake, so.” This earned cheers from the cast, and even Ant cracked a small smile. I put the cake down on the bench near the sink and Oak made his way over, attempting to pull the cover off. I smack his hand lightly and he  stared at me with fake hurt. “Not yet Onaodowan.” I said and he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, ok. Nice pronunciation by the way.” He said and I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. “All in a days work.” I said and Oak laughed. Pippa coughed from behind Oak and he looked over at her. “Can I speak with Y/N for a second?” She said and Oak nodded curiously, moving to the side. “How about we talk outside?” I said and Pip nodded, taking my wrist and leading me out the door. “You feeling ok?” Pippa asked and I nodded, looking up at her with determination. “I’m doing this.” I said and Pippa smiled brightly at me. We walked back inside and I suddenly saw a very confused Anthony hovering over the now uncovered cake. “Uh, Y/N?” He said and I hummed in response. “Why does this cake say 'Congrats, dad!’ Did you pick up the wrong cake at the bakery or something?” Anthony said and I shook my head, my stomach churning. “No. I made it.” I said and I heard a few gasps from the people who’d put two and two together. Anthony still looked confused so I let out an annoyed sigh. “What the hell?” Anthony muttered and I heard an exasperated sigh come from Jasmine. “You idiot, she’s pregnant!” She said and I glanced over at Jasmine, who looked like she immediately regretted her words. I shot her a sympathetic smile and then looked over at Ant, whose eyes were wide and his jaw slack. “Y/N, is what Jasmine said true?” Ant whispered, the entire room quiet. I nodded slowly, and I watched as the look on his face changed from confusion to outright joy. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant.” Ant said and I nodded, feeling tears well in my eyes. I heard a loud whistle, presumably from Daveed, and I brought Ant into a loving embrace. “We’re gonna be parents. My god I love you so much.” Anthony whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “I was so nervous about telling you. The cake was Pip’s idea.” I said and he chuckled, letting go of me. “Thanks Pip!” Ant shouted and the rest of the cast chuckled. “You’re welcome!” She replied with equal enthusiasm. “Congratulations you two. You’re gonna be incredible parents, I have no doubt.” Lin said, clapping us both on the shoulder. I smiled at him warmly as Ant pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I see you all eyeing off that cake. Go on.” I said and everyone chuckled as they made their way over to the bench that housed the cake. “How long have you known?” Anthony asked and I chuckled at his unintentional reference to the show. “A month or so.” I said and Anthony shook his head. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just quoting the show.” He said and I pecked his lips. “A little bit of both.” I said and he laughed, pulling me into another hug. “We’re going to have a family of our own in a few months. I can’t believe it.” Anthony said wistfully, placing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Believe it.”

i have an ant problem in my room because i always get ants in spring like clockwork, but they made it to my desk so i had to move lucretia, istus, and celestine so ants wouldnt crawl on em

my desk feels so lonely now

Janthony-hotel room

Word count:1,107

A/n So this is the first fic im putting on here. I’ve been wanting to write more to improve my skills so why not post these on here lol. ANyways here’s this hot mess of a fanfiction:

The whole Hamilton cast was taking a trip to take a break from the rehearsals. The show was in it’s 3rd month of rehearsal and the cast decided they needed to have bonding time that didn’t involve the musical. The amusement park they picked was two states over so everyone was forced to stay in a hotel.

Anthony and Jasmine have bonded really well over the past few months and everyone else had already found a room partner so they were going to share a room. Jas didn’t really mind, Anthony was a nice guy and a really good friend to her. Although sometimes she wondered if the feelings she got in her stomach when he would smile at her were more than friendship feelings. The room has two beds anyways, so nothing was going to happen.

Jasmine was trying to keep up with Anthony’s walk down the long hotel hallway but his legs were much longer and she was struggling to keep up. “Yo Jas” Anthony turned to her and was surprised to find her 20 feet behind her. He waited until she was caught up to him and held out his arm so that she could link it though his. Jasmine just gave him a confused look.

“I’m offering you my arm so that I don’t get too far from you.” Anthony laughed. Jas also laughed and hooped her arm through his. Soon they arrived at the door of their hotel room. Jasmine slid the key in the door and opened it. Before she was able to pick up the bags she set down Anthony managed to pick up her bag and grin at her.

The room was a decent size with the two beds taking up most of the room. “Ant? Can I have the room by the door, because the other one is right next to the AC and you know how I get about that.” Jazzy laughed. It was true, the amount of times Jasmine had stolen other cast member’s jackets -mostly Anthony’s they just seemed to fit her the best-during rehearsals because it got way too cold in the room was ridiculous.

‘Anything you want Jas.” Anthony laughed and set her bag down by her claimed bed. “I think I’m gonna go shower first if you don’t mind…” Jas said. As she took her toiletry bag and pajamas out. “Shit!” Jasmine shouted. Anthony turned toward her and gave a confused look. “I forgot my pajama shirt so now I’m going to have to sleep in this nasty sweaty one.” Jasmine explained. Anthony just reached into his bag and tossed Jasmine one of his shirts. Jasmine shook her head and said “Ant, I can’t just take your shirt. Besides what are you gonna sleep in? Please don’t tell me you’re going to sleep without a shirt because then I’m going to imagine all the germs and I’m never going to touch you again.” Jas had a thing against hotel rooms- they just freaked her out.

“Naw, I brought an extra shirt because we were at an amusement park and you never know what happens at those.” he smiled. Jasmine smiled back. “Thanks.”

By the time Anthony was out of the shower Jasmine was already asleep. Her hair was still wet from her shower and she was wrapped up in her own blanket. It took up half her bag but when Anthony asked why she wouldn’t be using the hotel room blanket she just gave him a look. Jazzy somehow found a way to be wrapped up in it and also have her head laying on it so she won’t  have to touch the hotel room pillow.

Anthony smiled at her and climbed into his own bed.


Jasmine kept waking up because she was so cold. Even being in the bed farther away from the AC she was freezing. And she was not about to use a hotel blanket, who knows what kind of things have happened on or in those blankets, Jazzy almost gagged thinking about it.

After the 3rd time of waking up in an hour Jasmine decided to go on her phone for a second to get her mind off of the hotel germs. That second turned into an hour and Jas didn’t even notice when Anthony woke up and turned to look at her until he whispered “Jas, what are you doing up?” His voice was tired, and he obviously woke up only a few seconds before.

Jasmine lowered her phone to look at the boy laying in the bed 4 feet away from her. “I’m getting so cold that I can’t sleep.” She whispered back at him. Anthony thought for a second and then slid over to the other side of his bed and patted the spot next to him.

After Jasmine didn’t get up for a minute he said “c’mon Jas I know you’re freezing you know you’re freezing and I’m just offering extra body heat. Nothing else if you don’t want it.” Jasmine’s head was spinning Did he want it? Did she? The answer was yes, but she never wanted to ruin the amazing friendship they shared. But then again, she was really cold and she needed to sleep.

So Jasmine grabbed her blanket and crawled into Anthony’s bed. For a second it was awkward until they both scooted closed at the same time. And the bed wasn’t very big. Jasmine basically ended up in Anthony’s arms. She couldn’t tell if the warmth she felt was from his body temperature of just the happiness rising up inside if her.

Neither of them realised that they wanted this until it was already happening. Anthony went to wrap his arms around her, bringing her even closer to his chest. One of his hands went to hold hers because he knew they were always cold. This time they were ice. “Jesus Jas, your hands are like ice cubes.” he smiled at her in the dark.

Jas wasn’t sure if this was a bad decision or not, probably was to be honest. But then she thought she should do what she wants to and not worry about the future. That she should keep it simple. So she took her ice cold hands and slid them under Anthony’s shirt. His body temperature was so hot and her hands were so cold that it felt like her hands were on fire for a second. He just looked at her with his little grin and said “Is that better Jazzy?” The girl just nodded and closed her eyes.

It was the best sleep she got in months.

Ok. I am actually kinda tired rn and it’s only 9:16am.

Just got done doing a major clean-up of my room, including picking shit up, taking care of trash/recycling (which I mostly did earlier this week), and wiped down nearly everything in my room. All because I was getting ants in my room here and that’s a sign that the room needed cleaned ASAP. I’m not dealing with ants, and thankfully after this clean it seems they’re gone. Just gotta hope they don’t reappear later today, but it looks like this clean-up I did stopped them for the time-being.