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such great heights — part two

“C’mon, live a little. Do something different and let your hair down, H.” Kimber sighed, but then realised what she said and let out a chuckle. “Or not. Since, y’know, you’ve got none left.”

Harry frowned, holding his arms over his head in a poor attempt to hide his short hair. “Hey, be nice,” he grumbled. “It’s still new and…weird.”

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kisses and love for the klonnie fam

it’s been like 4 years and i just wanted to s/o all the folks who’ve made me fall in love with this ship, inspired me to write, and supported me in a variety of ways:

@cheleonrage712: this girl is a BEAST y’all. She’s written cross overs for Bonnie and Klaus with almost every fandom imaginable, from Black Panther to Game of Thrones. Writes some of the most amazing kidfic out there, with kid OC’s that have the most adorable personalities, and is always reblogging and boosting other writers and artists. One time she wrote a drabble about klaus having a tea party with his and Bonnie’s daughter that was so FREAKING CUTE it made me lie down and cry. No joke.

@bonneibennett: my OG! She’s best known as queen of the b*amon fandom and possibly the most perfect cinnamon roll to ever roll, but she’s also a multishipping STAR whose amazing klonnie gifsets and graphics sucked me in. Nisha also has the dubious honor of reccing me my first klonnie fic that forever cemented my love for the ship and ruined my life. Without her encouragement and amazing artwork I would’ve never taken the plunge to writing klonnie. I mean, just look at this talent right here. Enough said.

@darwinquark: another beast of a girl who’s always around when i’m feeling EXTRA SALTY about that one Ship That Must Not Be Named. Her one klonnie fic is so amazing and she herself is so freaking talented. I mean, she gifs, she vids, she edits, she writes, she throws shade like no one’s business. Is there anything this girl can’t do????

@thebennettdiaries: UH-MAZING writer and lovely person. Seriously, this girl is like writing #goals. Wrote one of the hottest klonnie fics TO DATE that I always return to when I need inspiration, incredibly supportive to other writers, always down to talk plot bunnies and headcanons, and consistently fills the klonnie tag with amazing drabbles and chapters. A veteran of the klonnie fandom and one of my all time faves.

@iputaspxllonyou:  runs like one of the most beautiful Bonnie Bennett RP blogs I’ve ever seen, is undiluted 100% klonnie trash, and aside from being a talented writer herself, is always around to help me talk ideas and scenarios and read over scenes I’m having trouble with. One of the wittiest people I know, takes no shit, and writes some of the most heartbreaking and beautiful stuff. She has a drabble about Klaus helping Bonnie babysit the neighbor’s kids that I’m pretty sure made me ovulate spontaneously. 10/10 would recommend.

@thehedgerider: YO this girl always leaves the best reviews, smart as a whip and has a brain that can assemble and disassemble stories at the drop of a hat. She started writing Klonnie fic last summer and her very first fic SOMEHOW managed to take 8 years of shitty shitty canon and weave it into something magnificent that develops Bonnie and Klaus both individually and as a couple. I still don’t know how she managed it. Tbh she may have sold her soul to the devil, cos it was that.freaking.brilliant. Also always around to talk sensibly when I’m freaking out about canon stupidity. Bless your heart girl. Go read her fics!

@lilac17: once upon a time I said a prayer for someone to write a klonnie babyfic where everyone’s in character, the cuteness is balanced with development, the angst is paired with fluff, and Bonnie has agency and Klaus grows as a person, and the fandom gods sent THIS GIRL. She’s also currently writing a soulmate fic that breaks and restores my heart in every chapter, and her mastery of emotional conflict breathes so much intimacy and warmth into her stories it’s almost unbearable. She’s also a sweetheart who supports other fans and always stands up for creativity. Go read her stuff and catch all the feels!

@thefudge: if y’all follow us both then you know we spend an inordinate amount of time up each other’s butts so please excuse this gratuitous affection. But YO, she’s my trash sis for a reason. My evil twin. My road dog. My fellow bride of Dracula. The other raccoon in the dumpster with me. This girl is the Lestat to my Robert Redford. She’s such a gifted writer it’s ridiculous y’all. I mean, go see for yourself. Whether it’s gothic romance or bittersweet indie ventures, I always end up flailing and demanding more. This chick’s writing will keep you up at night, but in like a GOOD, i-didnt-know-i-needed-this-until-now kinda way. Aside from being brilliant, she’s also kind and smart and has helped me get through some of the craziest stuff in my life with her beautiful gifsets, amazing fics, and always rewarding conversation. So much so that I hereby forgive her for hurting me with beautiful Klonnie AUs. (You’re welcome bish)

Additionally, there’s so many more people who fill the tag, who review and reblog fics, who’re part of this classy little ship, and even though I don’t talk to all of you regularly I want you to know I love seeing y’all on my dash, and your artwork and contributions and support helps keep this fandom going. @capesandlace @godiva-duchess @prairienina @aprilgeorge365 @ofdragonsanddreams16 @gray-jedi-scavenger-rey @lilouklonnie @danya1980 @ishipwhateverthefuckiwantto @fortheloveofklonnie @tehzo @bellavida0213

Each and every one of you are responsible for creating a lovely little community in which I’ve felt more inspired, more creative, more welcomed and supported than any other fandom community I’ve been in. Y’all seriously rock, and I can’t wait to keep rocking with this fam <3 Viva la us my loves!

anonymous asked:

Hii! I'm in real need of realistic fluff, I feel like I've already read most of the oneshots and my soul is empty :( (Also, wouldn't mind a bit of angst) Thaaaanks!!

Hi! There’s never enough canon compliant one shots! I’ve found some relatively new ones for you:

Go Nowhere Tonight by Anonymous:

Summary: As always, the easy nonchalance with which he treats the rumors hurts, stabs Harry in the gut, twists the knife. Because it is hard for Harry; it’s hard to know people think they should be or are together because he wants that. Wants it so fucking badly, and it would be one thing if he could just silently quarantine that part of himself and pine secretly, but instead he’s faced with fictionalized accounts of his and Louis’s nonexistent love life and photoshopped pictures of them being coupley every time he’s on the internet. It is hard, and the fact that it supposedly isn’t for Louis functions as proof that it’s unrequited. “It’s gonna be a rude awakening for them,” he starts, gazing into his empty glass, “when we eventually come out but are dating other people. No one likes being half-right.”

To Keep the Night From Ending by objectlesson:

Summary: It doesn’t always feel real to kiss in the dark, Harry guesses. He wants it to feel real. He wants it to be the realest thing, burnt indelibly into his skin.

Or, Harry and Louis take a night swim.

Stargazing by larry_phanatic:

Summary: "What do you want, then?“

“I want to fall in love,” Harry didn’t even need to think about it, “I mean, I want to find the one.”

Gemma let out a soft puff, as if to say ‘I knew it’, which wasn’t all that impossible since it apparently was all Harry could talk about. When she spoke, her tone was affectionate and sweet. “Of course you do.”

Or: the one where Harry really loves stargazing but somehow it’s never about actual stars.

We’re Crumbling (Hold On) by Clamat_Submissa:

Summary: reality; their relationships has been on the rocks for years now, and it’s only when they address it that they start to crack.

If You Say Run (I’ll Run With You) by sign of the times (alittlelove):

Summary: In regards to Louis’ smoking habit, Harry’s not too psyched. He blames his Motherly instinct to protect Louis from anything that could possibly be detrimental to his health for that. He doesn’t want Louis to sound like he’s just swallowed a razor when One Direction returns from hiatus and he thinks his opinion is plausible, and just, fuck whatever Louis tells him.

Good Enough to Eat by objectlesson:

Summary: “Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

This is all we need by JohnDoe221B:

Summary: “Harry, I don’t think it is a good idea to run on the beach during a thunderstorm. I might not have been the best student back in the days, but I know very well that lightning is always aiming for the highest object. No pun intended.” It took Harry way too long to get the joke and he was sure that Louis might have been worried that the master of bad puns lost his sense of humour due to intoxication. Without any warning though, he busted into a full-hearted laughing fit. Louis smiled at the sign of his boyfriend gasping for air.

“Come on Lou, only a few minutes. I promise I will protect you.”

Or the one where Louis and Harry have a little fun in Jamaica.

two ghosts by suicxne:

Summary: we’re not who used to be. we’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me. trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

That Smile Is Worth The Wait (Darling I’m Forever Only Yours) by LiveLaughLoveLarry:

Summary: It was a conversation they would have dozens of times, over the years. Perhaps even hundreds. The details were different, the locations, the reasons, the voices, but it was at its heart the same conversation. And each time they reached the same conclusion.

“Harry, I’ve never felt anything like this before.“ Louis shook his head. "I don’t know how to do this.”

Harry smiled. “There isn’t any knowing,” he said. “That’s not how it works. You don’t know. You just feel. What do you feel?”

He felt – so many things. Fear. Excitement. Longing. Uncertainty. “Too many things,” Louis said.

“What do you want?” Harry asked him.

Again, so many things. He wanted to kiss Harry. He wanted to win X Factor. He wanted to talk to his mum and ask her what he should do. “I want everything,” Louis said at last. “I just don’t know if I can have it.”

Two heartbeats by JohnDoe221B:

Summary: “But what is bothering me even more, is the fact that the ones that make the right assumptions, will probably get the wrong picture of us. Us falling apart, not talking anymore. Hating each other, after being inseparable. There are so many people that literally watched the two of us falling for each other. After hearing this song, they will think it didn’t last long. That it didn’t work. And somehow they are right. It pains me to know that you wrote this song during a time I wasn’t a part of your life-”

or Harry is recording his new Album and of course, Louis is with him. When he hears "Two Ghosts” some feelings surface he was not prepared for.

Tell Me Something That I’ll Forget.

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 11.5K+

Content: Bi!Lashton, polyamory (MFM dynamic), language, graphic content, sexual situations (anal sex, multiple partners, light spanking, orgasm denial, etc.)

A/N: I have returned and it feels so good to be back. This is something that I’ve been working on for quite some time, and it is notably different from what I’ve posted before. I had an idea of Chef Ashton and I’ve always wanted to explore polyamory within the bounds of fanfiction. This is what I came up with after about two months of messing around with it. Have an open mind if this is all new to you. Enjoy. :-)

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anonymous asked:

Kaishin 40?

Haha sure thing!  This seems like it could be funny.  Thanks to @sukekou for her help finding the jokes.  ;D


Kaito had been telling lame jokes for as long as he could remember.  His parents had gotten him his first joke book for Christmas when he was five, and he hadn’t looked back.

Aoko usually cracked a smile or laughed, Hakuba and Akako both groaned and rolled their eyes–although, Hakuba usually looked amused in spite of himself.  But when Kaito started telling the jokes to Shinichi, he was met with the flatest, most deadpan look he’d ever seen.

It was amazing.

Kaito wanted to break the look apart.  He wanted to make Shinichi laugh.

“Why did the yogurt go to the art exhibit?” Kaito asked.  They were at an art gallery, so the timing was perfect.  Shinichi raised a single, perfect eyebrow.  “Because it was cultured!”

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Angeles

Part Eleven: The Last Time
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2055
Warnings: Those damned control issues again.

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anonymous asked:

if you're still doing requests could you do one with RFA learning that MC has histrionic personality disorder? I've been a bit upset lately with how some people feel about me being having hpd :(

I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this - I hope you’ve been feeling better! I will admit to not knowing what hpd was, so I looked it up/did my research and I hope I can portray it accurately. Here’s your request~


Yoosung

  • You’re on the phone with him and at first he thinks you’re just teasing him, because the way you’re over exaggerating your emotions are something he’s come to associate with Seven playing a joke on him.
  • So he gets a little defensive, and a little upset when you don’t stop, eventually cutting the call short and leaving you listening to silence, stunned and hurt.
  • This was not how this was supposed to go. You need to make things right.
  • Tossing shoes on and grabbing your coat, you track down a bus and take it to SKY University - you know he’s here, somewhere, if you can just find him and show him that you weren’t teasing him.
  • But the campus is huge and you have no idea where he is or how to get around it.
  • Shoot. Should’ve taken a moment and thought about it, probably, but now you’re here - may as well make use of it.
  • You try to call him, not really surprised when he doesn’t answer; he’s probably in class. So you text him - still no response.
  • okay… next step, call Seven. Who, like the wonderful friend he is, hacks into the school’s system without a second thought to tell you what class Yoosung is in and how to get to it.
  • Thankfully, the trip here and then the time wasted wandering around campus accounted for most of his class time, so you don’t have to wait long before people start to file out. You recognize him straight away - though he has no idea what you look like, so he’s a bit shocked when some random person his suddenly in his arms, sobbing.
  • After introducing yourself, he directs you over to a spot on campus where you’re mostly alone, and lets you explain about your disorder. He has no qualms about missing his next class for you; this is important.
  • Once you’re done, he just gathers you up in his arms, holding you tight against his chest (and blushing madly while doing so, but he feels like it’s the right thing to be doing) and apologizing for his earlier behavior.
  • He promises to always be there for you, and just holds you, telling you how awesome he thinks you are and why he’s so happy to have met you.
  • He ends up choosing to miss the rest of his classes and takes you out to get something to eat, spending the rest of the day with you, chatting and making sure you feel good about yourself.
  • Once he’s home, he’s on the computer, researching to learn all he can about hpd and ways that he can be what you need him to be.

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mischief7manager  asked:

for the prompt meme: percy and vax (as shippy as you feel like), 36. because i love to Suffer.

36. “Everything was fine, until you showed up.”

“You know,” says Vax late one night, while the trees groan and twist around them, and they are the only thing standing between the party and the untamed wilds, “everything was fine until you showed up.”

Percy swallows, and stays silent, because this has been building for weeks, and whatever comes next, he deserves it. Deserves worse, probably. It’s something of a relief, honestly, that Vax has run out of patience; when they say waiting is torture they don’t understand the truth of it. Percy, though, he understands all too well. It is not the pain that breaks you. It is the waiting. It is never knowing when the pain will come.

Pain he can manage. Patience is far harder.

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48; "I love you"

Harry: you haven’t seen him for a while, maybe three weeks. he’s been away doing shows and interviews, calling you when he can, sending texts and silly snapchats and making you laugh even though he’s a million miles away. that’s your favourite part about Harry: he can always make you smile, no matter what. you’ve already received two giant bouquets of flowers with love notes from him, and he put “love, Harry xx” at the end of both. it made you smile. and when his ringtone echoes through your empty flat, it makes you smile even more. “Harry?” you say, grinning around the words. “baby!” he replies back, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “whatcha doin’?” you giggle and flop onto your bed, pulling a pillow under your head and snuggling into the covers. your sheets still smell like him. “I am lying in bed, thinking.” “oh, yeah? whatcha thinkin’ about?” you bury your smile in the pillow. “you.” the smile’s back in your voice. “hey, baby? can I tell you something?” he asks, and you can almost see the blush creeping into his cheeks. “yeah, Harry, what is it?” he takes a breath before letting the words slip out of his mouth and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. “I love you, baby. I really do.”

Liam: he had a long day. people have been all over him lately and he’s felt terrible, moping around his flat, ignoring your phone calls and texts, ordering food because he can’t be bothered to cook. you leave countless messages on his voicemail, each one leading into the next. “Liiiiiiiiam. answer your phone please.” “Li, c'mon, babe. let’s watch movies and order pizza and make out.” “Liam? sweetheart, you’re worrying me. will you call me back please?” but he doesn’t, so you take it upon yourself to show up at his place unannounced, letting yourself in through the unlocked door and dropping your things on the mat. he’s curled up on the couch, and looks up at you with sad eyes. as soon as your coat and shoes are off, you run to him. he sits up on the couch and you slide on to his lap, putting your legs on either side of his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek over and over until he holds you as close as you’re holding him. “this is what I’m here for, y'know?” you whisper. “when things happen, you have to call me and I can help, baby.” he looks up at you, eyes glistening, kissing your lips once. “I love you.” your heart stops and he says it again and again. “I love you I love you I love you.”

Louis: Louis has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. every turning point in your life, every birthday, every drunken night and hungover morning, every heartbreak and makeup, he’s been there. you two are a support system for each other. when the road gets tough on him and he needs someone on the outside to talk to, he calls you. when you’re ready to pull your hair out between work and school, you call him. but things have been tense lately. you decided to try living together, because you needed a place to stay and he had an extra room in his flat. it wasn’t a good idea, though, because you two managed to find any and every way to piss each other off. “I’m done, Lou!” you’re screaming, stalking into your room, pulling clothes out of the closet and throwing them into a duffle bag, grabbing the few things you can’t live without. “so you’re just going to leave, is that it?” he snaps and you whirl on him. “yes, Louis, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” you zip the bag shut and flinch when his hands land on your wrists. you think he’s going to yell at you again, but his voice is soft and it surprises you. “please don’t go, love. please. I’m sorry. stay, please? we’ll work it out, yeah? please, babe. I love you. please. please.”

Niall: life with Niall is never boring. when you’re around him, there’s not a minute that you aren’t giggling, smiling, or crying with laughter. you tell each other jokes, laughing until your sides hurt and your cheeks are wet with tears. you’re always happy around him. you’ve told him you love him already, you say it before you hang up the phone at night and sometimes when you two are just hanging around. he hasn’t said it yet, but it’s okay. you know he wants to take things slow, and that’s okay with you. he’ll say it when he’s ready, and for now, he’s content to make you laugh. so you tell joke after joke. you chase each other around the flat and wrestle on his bed, tickling each other until you can’t see straight. you’ll admit it turns into something heated, lips going places you wouldn’t trust anyone else with, hands exploring bodies with gentler touches. you make dinner together later, laughing more about whatever, Niall doing a ridiculous walrus impression with wooden spoons. you’re doubled over laughing and you wipe tears from your eyes. “god, I love you, Ni,” you cry, leaning over to kiss his cheek, leaning against his shoulder, still giggling. “I love you too, princess,” he whispers and you pull back and look at him. “I love you too.”

Zayn: it was Zayn’s artistic side that drew you to him, and it’s art that held you two together, in every form. your dates were spent at art exhibits and museums and indie movies. okay, sure, you spent most of the movie making out in the back row, but that’s not the point. you communicated through art, too. he wrote songs for you, you wrote poems for him. he painted murals for you, you left him silly doodles to make him smile. he was like a piece of art to you, this brooding, mysterious boy who loved you, but wasn’t sure how to tell you, because, of course, he had to be artistic about it. you knew he loved you, so you waited patiently for him to tell you himself. you’re used to waking up to the smell of paint and an empty bed. when inspiration hits him, Zayn’s gotta do something about it. you’ve woken up at three in the morning and he’s got the beside light on and is sketching like mad. this time, you wake up and the whole room smells like paint, but he’s right there beside you. you sit up, confused, and your eyes widen. the whole wall is painted with flowers and vines, the colours jumping out at you, and the words you’ve been waiting for are spelled out in his creation. his lips are at your ear, kissing your skin lightly, and his arms twining around your waist, squeezing gently. “I love you.”