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♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes (for Teph and Pierce) :)

“Lass,” Pierce leant on the doorway, “Have you seen my-“

“Shirt?” Tephernia offered helpfully, not turning to face him, as she stood at the small workbench in the apartment “Although you do own more than one…”

“Well… I was kinda looking for that one,” He shook his head, he wasn’t opposed to the concept at all. In fact, he rather liked it when someone else ended up wearing his shirt. But, when it came to Tephernia the effect kinda got dampened a bit by the fact his shirts were just far too big for her.

“It’s rather worn,” She sighed pausing for a moment to pull at it, “I can hardly make the decal out on it…” She turned to face him, “But at least it isn’t something crude,”  

“It’s comfy!” Pierce protested, “I’ve spent a lot of time-“

“That is to mean this shirt is old and you won’t throw it out,”

“Then why are you wearing it?” Pierce crossed his arms. 

“Because, I happened to need something that it wouldn’t matter if I got oil on it,”

“You wouldn’t!”

“No,” She smirked, “I wouldn’t,”

When I get bummed out and convinced I’m not *actually* a writer, I think about Rincewind.

Rincewind, in case you don’t know, is a character from Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. There’s only two things you really need to know about Rincewind:

1)He’s a wizard
2)He’s the worst fucking wizard on the face of the Disk

It’s true. It’s pointed out multiple times, by both Rincewind and others, that he is the sorriest excuse of a wizard to exist. He failed out of the Unseen University (a much more kid-friendly Hogwarts); he can’t remember any spells; he’s altogether awful at what he is.

And yet, he’s still a wizard.

Yes, he sucks at it. Yeah, literally anyone could do it better than him. Yeah, he’s been told that by all accounts, he shouldn’t be a wizard at all.

But he’s still a wizard. He gets very defensive about it, too. He will defend the fact that he is a wizard, however terrible, to the grave (and probably back, too, because Death’s daughter will scare you right back to life). And I think that is just amazing. He knows exactly what he is – he *knows* he’s a wizard.

When I look at my writing and I see an impassable tar pit of impossible mistakes, of contrived, boring plots, or I look at another’s work and see how far away I am from them and wonder if I have the resolve to try and catch up (and most likely fail), I think about Rincewind. I think about knowing what you are, and fighting tooth and nail for it, even when you suck at it.

So get on your Wizzard hat and keep doing the thing you love, because, let’s face it, you’d only put yourself through this kind of hell for something you love.

I have a lot of feelings about Mariachi!Reaper.

Fanfiction Masterpost - 2016

So 2016 was the year I started writing fanfiction! I’d always been very intimidated by fanfic writing beforehand, but all those damn Haikyuu boys were just too irresistible, and now here I am, 250k words and 18 fics later, and all I want to do is write more of them. Here is my little compilation of what I completed last year. Clearly I….have a few ships  ╮(︶▽︶)╭

DaiSuga

IwaOi

KuroKen

Series: tea leaves and spice (girls) 24.7k total

AsaNoya

KageHina

DaiKuro Hypothetically Speaking E. 6.5k

AsaDai A matter of comfort E. 2k

TanAsaNoya Sweet Victory E. 6k

Thank you to everyone who has read any of these and encouraged me as I’ve gone along, and @esselley for a million things including making me write smut in the first place  (≧◡≦) ♡

What Archie Doesn’t Know, Can’t Hurt Him [Jughead Jones]

Fandom: Riverdale

Character: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1,314

Warnings: None

Needed to write a imagine for this beautiful creature. Please send me Riverdale or any fandom requests in general as I would love to write for you guys! Hope you enjoy this imagine! x

Why the hell are we doing this?” You whispered to your friends as you watched Cheryl pull out two more objects from the hat.

When Cheryl had invited you to her party you had been happy; finally you would have a chance to let out steam after summer, to have fun and dance like an idiot, but no, Cheryl had to suggest playing seven minutes in heaven.

“I have no idea.” Jughead grumbled beside you; his expression dark and his arms crossed over his chest.

You gasped suddenly, “Oh my God.”

“What?!” Veronica hissed beside you as all of your friends turned to look at you.

You leaned forward and grasped your twin brother by his shoulders; your expression fearful, “Archie, what if she pulls out us?”

“Ew!” Archie crinkled his nose in disgust, “Twincest? No thank you.” He chuckled, looking between you and Jughead sat next to each other on the sofa, “I would rather see you and Jughead making out; and that’s saying something.” He shivered as he thought about it, “My best friend and my twin.”

You froze at his words, suddenly becoming very interested in the hem of your leather skirt. Sometimes you thought you and Archie were mentally linked; like when he knew you were craving food so he would throw a packet of sweets at your head on the way to his room. Other times, you doubted this mental link as he would be completely oblivious to what you were thinking. In this case he was oblivious to the massive crush you had on his best friend, Jughead. You hadn’t meant to fall for him; you had always thought he was attractive with his dark curls, lean and muscular body and that wicked smile, but it was only when Jughead had moved in with you, your twin and your Dad where you had really started to develope feelings for him.

“Well that’s never going to happen.” Jughead mumbled from beside you.

Your heart fell at his words, a sting of hurt running through you. You knew he didn’t reciprocate your feelings; but did he really have to reject you so hard?

Betty’s hand found your knee, her hand squeezing it subtly before she leaned her blonde head on your shoulder. Betty was your best friend, which meant she was well aware of your feelings for Jughead.

“Are you ok?” She whispered; obviously knowing you were hurt after Jugheads words.

You only shook your head.

“Looks like Jughead and Y/N are about to get very cosy.” Cheryl called from the middle of the room.

Your head snapped up in confusion, your eyes widening and mouth falling open as you saw Jugheads button and your keyring dangling beside each other. You glanced at Jughead, only to see that his expression mirrored your own.

“No way!” Archie growled, shaking his head furiously.

“Sorry Archiekins, it’s the rules.” Cheryl sighed before she smirked mischievously, “Besides, it’s either Wednesday Adams or Manwhore Reggie.” Cheryl motioned to Reggie with a perfectly manicured nail.

“Come on.” Jughead said quickly, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you towards the closet.

“Seven minutes you two.” Cheryl reminded you before winking, slamming the door closed and locking it.

Jughead and you stared at each other from opposite ends of the closet. The closet was dark and cramped, the only source of light was a blue night light that had been plugged in before the game had started. You peered at Jughead from under your eyelashes, drinking in his handsome features. He was looking down at his hands; as if he were almost scared to look at you.

“Am I that disgusting?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

His head snapped up, his eyebrows pulled down in a frown, “What?”

“You can’t even look at me?” You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest, “I get it, I’m Archie’s sister, but I’m still a girl.”

“I’m aware of that.” Jughead chuckled. “What are you trying to say?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” You questioned in exasperation.

Jughead wet his lips, a choked laugh escaping his lips before he ran his hands through his hair beneath his beanie.

“Y/N, I think you’re fucking beautiful.”

Jughead took a step towards you; almost as if he couldn’t help himself. Your heart pounded in your chest at your close proximity. The walls of the closet seemed to shrink around you; forcing you both together; not that you minded. You inhaled his familiar scent, the smell of smoke and spices; you had always found it intoxicating.

“You do?” You whispered, looking into his dark eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not as if I can tell you that is it?” Jughead shook his head in frustration, he went to take a step away from you but you reached out and grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards you.

“Why?” You pressed urgently.

“Because you’re Archie’s sister,” Jughead said coldly, his jaw locking in anger, “And if he ever knew how I feel about you, he would kill me.”

“Wait…” You started, “You have feelings for me?”

Jughead bit his lip before nodding, “I do.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“You have feelings for me?”

“Look I’m sorry, please don’t be creeped out, it’s pretty obvious you don’t feel-”

“Jughead, I have feelings for you!” You interrupted him hurriedly, “Like big feelings, so big they are ridiculou-”

You were interrupted by Jughead’s lips crashing against your own; hot and needy. You melted into him, your hands gripping his shoulders as he guided you backwards so your back pressed against the wall. His lips worked against your own furiously; his kiss hungry and desperate as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands reaching up to cup your face. You curled your hands into his t-shirt, your heart pounding in your chest as you kissed him back just as furiously.

His lips found their way down your neck, nipping and sucking in all the right places. His hands gripped your wrists, forcing them either side of your head as he continued his torturously good assault on your neck. His teeth nibbled at your earlobe and you ground your hips against his own, moaning at the friction. He growled lowly at the back of his throat

Fuck!” He cursed against the skin of your neck, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

You wriggled out of his grip so you could wrap your hands in his thick dark hair; knocking his beanie off in the process. He bought his lips back to yours, kissing you desperately, his hands running up your skirt so that his fingers caressed the tops of your thigh.

Yes Jughead-” You started to moan just as the door opened.

Cheryl blinked in surprise at the sight before her. Jughead immediately stood in front of you, sheltering you from the blinding light that now flooded the room. You quickly fixed your hair and swiped at your lips incase your lipstick had smudged.

“Cheryl, do not say anything.” You warned before you walked out of the closet with Jughead.

You glanced at your group of friends; sighing with relief when you saw that they were too engrossed in their conversation to notice you and Jughead had walked out of the closet. You quickly grabbed Jughead’s hand and pulled him into the empty kitchen.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him; burying yourself in his chest. His arm wound around you; clutching you closer to him as he kissed your hair.

“What are we going to do Y/N?” Jughead murmured softly.

“I don’t know.” You sighed, “All I know is that I can’t go back to pretending I don’t have feelings for you, not after that.”

“But what about Archie-”

You cut him off by pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“What Archie doesn’t know, can’t hurt him.”

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As always, if you’d like to see your fic/s featured on Fanfic Friday, you are more than welcome to tag me. This week I’ve been slacking a little in the feedback department, but I swear I’m going to make up for it this upcoming week.

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U guys I am prepared to be literally the most extra taako cosplayer out there.

So I know how to write in elvish pretty fast, right. Already pretty extra.

So I’m going to have a feather pen in my hat and when people ask to take my picture, I’m going to be like “alright you want my autograph right? Right let me sign this to what’s your name? Agnes? Agnes. To my loving fan Agnes from taako.”

Little do they know, I’m just going to be writing outdated memes. They’ll go home and get an elvish key and discover I signed their shirt with “here come dat boi” “imma firing my Lazer” and “dicks out for harambe” in elvish.

Fic Recs Mega Post

Whenever I write one of these posts I’m struck by the sheer amount of incredible writing talent in this little fandom of ours. It is quite astonishing, and it’s a privilege to get to read all of this wonderful work. Below there’s a small selection of the fantastic stuff I’ve been reading recently, featuring gods, monsters and feral jungle men - and that’s just for starters!

Storms (series) by @lovecrimevariations (KareliaSweet): This frankly astonishing series starts out in barnstorming but fairly innocuous style in Where Are The Storms I Was Promised, in which Will Graham, famous monster hunter, is called to deal with the Wendigo that’s been terrorising an entire town. And then it proceeds, over the course of a further six instalments, to document the beautiful, bloody, often painful course of the relationship between Will and Hannibal, constantly deepening and recontextualising the ‘verse as it goes. Reading this series is almost like watching a really good magic trick – every time you think you’ve got its measure, it pulls something new and surprising out of its hat. And it’s not just flash and sparkle either, the writing is utterly beautiful, the characters are perfectly captured and it is both deeply funny and enormously moving (I was genuinely weepy a number of times throughout). Plus, it also features a majestic, powerful, do-not-under-any-circumstances-fuck-with incarnation of Bedelia, who is worth the price of admission all by herself. Seriously, she was my favourite part of this whole series and I love it beyond any sense or reason. If you have any love of writing whatsoever, read this series, it is a masterclass.

You’ll be in my heart by @starkaryen: Based on the totally beautiful art (here and here) by @camilleflyingrotten, here Will is a scientist on an expedition to find and study gorillas. Instead, he ends up finding Hannibal, a mostly-feral man who lives in the jungle, has an adopted gorilla family, and takes an immediate shine to Will. Who, because this is Will and Hannibal, finds himself taking a shine right back. And all is rosy in Camp Hannigram, until Jack damn Crawford sticks his nose in (like always) and threatens Hannibal’s way of life. As befits the utterly gorgeous artwork, this fic is just lovely from start to finish. It features a particularly adorable version of Hannibal – the scenes in which he indulges his obsession with Will’s safari hat are nothing short of precious – and a charmingly earnest Will. It’s a simple, innocent bit of loveliness, which is rather refreshing in this dark and sophisticated fandom of ours XD.

(Also, if you’d like a little more Tarzan AU, this time with an A/B/O flavour, check out Hannizan by @hotsauce418, which is just pure filth and utterly wonderful with it XD.)

We, the common by @thelongcon23 (thelongcon): A retelling of the show (and beyond) in omegaverse style, this fic alternates masterfully between Hannibal and Will’s POVs as the omega becomes fascinated, obsessed, and ultimately falls in love with the alpha. The result is that while the course of events remains largely the same         (Will still gets framed and gutted, and they still go over the cliff in each other’s arms), others change drastically (the way Will locates Hannibal in Florence, for instance, gets a very clever omegaverse twist). And their relationship after the fall? Well, I can pretty much guarantee you’ve never seen it go down quite like this before. If you’re looking for fluff, I suggest you go elsewhere, but if you’re after passion, intensity, and that terribly Hannigram sense that love and cruelty are not mutually exclusive, this is the fic for you. The writer has a firm grip on the characters’ voices and motivations and is uncompromising and incisive in their betrayal of both. This is not necessarily an easy read (particularly towards the end, when Hannibal gives Will a reckoning of his own) but it is a compelling and fascinating one.

Cookies by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn): Now, those of you who are after some fluff, here’s some of the best around. Tiger’s non-cannibal AU is an absolute treat, full of emotional idiots, kick-ass women and a totally adorable kid (and I don’t say that lightly cos kid!fic ain’t my thing!). It all starts when Will accompanies his daughter Abigail as she goes door-to-door selling cookies for charity and finds himself face to face with the ever-so-handsome Doctor Lecter. And then somehow, before he knows it, Will is agreeing to a date in exchange for Hannibal buying all of Abby’s stock, and soon finding that he might have stumbled into a real relationship. Not that it’s smooth sailing, of course, this is still Hannigram we’re talking about! It is my deep and ardent belief that Hannibal dreams of being a romcom when it grows up and with this utterly charming, romantic, as-sweet-as-its-name-suggests fic, that dream is made a reality. Anyone who’s ever wanted to see Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter fall in love the old-fashioned way (you know, without all those annoying stints in prison and near-fatal injuries), treat yourself and read this fic. I guarantee it will melt even the most dark and twisted of hearts.

Picture Imperfect by @shiphitsthefan: Will Graham is a very special alpha – unlike many of his sex, he can be trusted not to turn into a hormonal animal around omegas. It’s how he’s made his career as a photographer. That is, right up until he’s in a room with concert harpsichordist Hannibal Lecter and everything goes to hell when they scent each other and can barely keep themselves from ripping their clothes off and bonding right there and then. Seems like they’re true mates and it’s only a matter of time before they give into their urges – so Will, being a decent and respectful alpha, has to get this courtship show on the road before that happens. Well, mostly before that happens. Given the UST inherent to the plot, this is every bit as intensely, stupidly hot as you’d hope, but it’s also a really clever, thoughtful exploration of the omegaverse concept, set in a ‘verse in which omegas are the ruling gender, a nice reversal of the usual a/b/o setup. Plus it has an almost indecently adorable version of Hannigram, in which progressive Will and traditionalist Hannibal attempt to conjoin their lives so that they can get on and shag already! Smart and sexy a/b/o is one of our fandom’s greatest strengths and this is truly just an exemplary version of it.

Space Invader II: A Very Darko Sequel by @devereauxsdisease: A sequel to the utterly wonderful Space Invader (and if you haven’t read it, I’m begging you, go remedy that this instant), this return to Dev’s Spacedogs ‘verse sees Adam and Nigel still ensconced in blissful coupledom. So blissful, in fact, that it’s making Darko wonder if he might want some of that relationship stuff for himself. Cue the appearance of a certain sassy lab tech last seen working for the FBI. That’s right, Beverly Katz is alive, in town and about to rock Darko’s world XD. This is just an utter joy to read, stuffed with Dev’s trademark mix of fantastic dialogue, heartfelt emotion and wickedly dirty jokes. And best of all is her way with the characters, all of whom are wonderfully loveable and who work beautifully together. I spent the whole fic marvelling at the way in which these disparate characters come together and feel like they were always meant to be that way – they make a lovely, entertainingly weird family and are never less than an utter delight to spend time with.

Forgemaster by @llewcie: Valhalla Enchanted by way of the Greek gods now, in this peerless piece of sweetness by the lovely Llew. Char and Ella are the new Dionysus and Aphrodite (in this ‘verse, the gods can retire and be replaced) and live like brother and sister, i.e. bickering, winding each other up, pushing each other’s buttons… They particularly like making bets, which winds up with Ella making Char agree to three dates with Hephaestus, being played in this fic by One Eye. Given that One Eye is unsociable, ragged, and constantly dirty from his forge, Char is less than impressed with his companion and says so… somewhat unfortunately within One Eye’s earshot. So when, despite himself, Char finds himself falling for the blacksmith god’s charms, he’s got a lot of work to do to convince One Eye that he’s worth the trouble! Llew has the charm turned up all the way to eleven in this gorgeously frothy, funny little comedy of errors, with a sweetly vain version of Char melting under the steadily growing appeal of One Eye’s gentle strength. If you need cheering up for any reason, this fic should be your first port of call.

Pure Imagination by @constructfairytales (beforethedawn and Destinyawakened): Stranger Things was one of my favourite shows last year (admittedly it’s no Hannibal, but what is?). It was smart and weird, and as an 80s baby it pressed every last one of my nostalgia buttons, from soundtrack to costume design. So, of course, it was with nothing but delight that I started this crossover AU, in which Will is police chief of the town where young Will Byers goes missing and Hannibal is the psychiatrist he brings in to counsel the traumatised community. And I wasn’t disappointed – this is a fantastic blend of Hannibal’s surreal romanticism with the full-on monstery weirdness of the ST ‘verse, with plenty of unexpectedly but pleasingly fluffy Hannigram at the centre of it. Though it follows the basic plot of ST, having Will and Hannibal involved inevitably shakes things up (Will’s empathy is given a brilliant twist) and predictable this certainly ain’t. Instead it’s fun, thrilling and playful, with at least one story development that genuinely had me on the edge of my seat. And did I mention the Hannigram? Cos, yeah, there’s no slow burn here. Our boys are goners from the second they meet and the intensity of their connection is all kinds of wonderful.

The Estate by @bokuno-jinsei: Amusingly, the tags on this fantastic fic eventually turn into a short plea for Will Graham to stop thinking so much (a plea which anyone who’s written the over-analytical little shit will know is hopeless). Fortunately, Will clearly paid no attention, and so we readers are treated to this charmingly introspective piece of canon divergence. So, Hannibal gets as far as sitting Will at the dinner table in Florence. But, before he can get out his bonesaw, he seemingly has second thoughts and so Will wakes some time later to find himself ensconced in the last place he expected to revisit – Lecter Castle. Where, he finds, Hannibal has decided to change the game between them: if Will agrees to see if they can live together, Hannibal will cease any attempts to change or influence Will. So the pair find themselves as the unlikeliest of roommates as Will wrestles with his demons, his desires and, inevitably, his feelings for Hannibal. Anybody who enjoys intense conversations, brewing sexual tension and Hannibal in waders (yes, really), step this way, you’re in for a treat.  

Inevitable by Vulcanmi: I do adore canon divergence. And I have a weakness for prison fics (love Hannigram falling in love while incarcerated). So this fic is entirely my jam. It picks up in the second half of s3: Hannibal is in jail, Will is “happily” married to Molly, and Jack is still desperate to have his pet empath back on board to deal with the Tooth Fairy. Except in this ‘verse, Will decides not to give into Jack and remains with his family, far away from Baltimore. In order to make it up to his former boss, though, Will writes a letter to a certain inmate, suggesting that he offer his services where Will cannot. Of course, it’s not the last letter Will ends up sending to Hannibal. Not by a long shot. And we all know what happens once Will gives Hannibal an inch… (hey, I didn’t mean that kind of inch, you filthy perverts!). Though it starts out as an angsty exploration of Will’s determination to separate himself from Hannibal, somewhere along the way this fantastic fic transforms into a twisted yet adorable romcom, as our murder muffins confront their feelings and try to figure out whether there’s any version of the world in which they might be together. And, frankly, it’s an utter delight to read. One for those (*raises hand*) who like their hurt/comfort 20% hurt and 80% comfort.

Inside the Imitation by @belladonnaq (Belladonna_Q) with artwork by @reapersun: A confession. I’ve never seen The Thing (because I’m a scaredy-cat who doesn’t watch anything that could remotely be described as scary. “But Vic, isn’t Hannibal scary?” Yeah, yeah, I contain multitudes, now hush mango, I’m working). However, I’ve never let ignorance get between me and my Hannigram and so I jumped headfirst into the The Thing/Hannibal crossover which, fortunately, works utterly brilliantly with absolutely zero knowledge of the film. So, once again Jack Crawford finds reason to call upon the services of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter. Except this time, it’s not in order to investigate the Minnesota Shrike, but a strange case with its roots in a decades-old tragedy in Alaska. Soon things turn weird and monstery and Will and Hannibal find themselves reluctantly (well, as ever, Will’s reluctant, Hannibal’s thrilled) investigating a burned-out government building with something truly frightening at its core. This is thrilling, clever and wonderfully creepy, a fantastic reframing of canon (especially the Hannigram) and tons of fun throughout. I have to admit, I did not see the twist coming in this fic (though that’s possibly because I’m a dim bulb when it comes to plot) and it was delivered brilliantly, turning everything on its head and upping the stakes for our beloved murder muffins. Oh, and make sure to check out @reapersun’s fabulous artwork that accompanies the fic, it’s staggeringly gorgeous.

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Volume 2 by @fragile-teacup: A continuation of the marvellous The Spaces Between series, this picks up a little after volume one, with our boys enjoying Argentinian high society. Unfortunately, while the end of the previous instalment hinted at full-blown murder husbandry, it quickly turns out that Will and Hannibal haven’t quite sorted out their feelings to anyone’s satisfaction (you’re shocked, I can tell). Fortunately, we’re pretty much out of slow burn territory here and the idiots manage to get their act (mostly) together just in time for some ghosts to rear their perfectly-coiffed, millionairess heads and throw a spanner in the works. This sequel continues the achingly lovely tone of its predecessor, with romance a-plenty amongst bouts of emotional idiocy and bloodlust. It’s sweet and tender without compromising on the intensity and darkness of our beloved boys and builds their relationship with care and patience, allowing for a believable building of trust and love between them. It is, in other words, a treat to read in every way, so get yourself to ao3 and have at it!

As ever and always, if I’ve miscredited anyone or if there are bad links, please let me know and I’ll correct it ASAP. Happy reading, lovely fannibals!

anonymous asked:

You should do sth of harry with a family friend! Like a friend of his from kindergarden or sth!

Hi, I absolutely love your blog :) I was wondering if you could write a blurb about you graduating from University/College and then your ‘famous’ boyfriend Harry turns up. Maybe him like ‘rewarding’ you for doing well. A little bit sweet and smutty if you could :) xx

Joined these.  It’s a bit long.  But well worth it.  Enjoy.

“Don’t forget your hat.”  I heard my mother yell as I tore out of the car.  I was late.  So late.  Who the hell is late for their college graduation?   Me.  That’s who.

I didn’t start out late.  I woke up early.  I took my shower.  I even did my hair and makeup.  But my dad was insistent on getting pictures and video.  And my sister was in one of her “I’m a senior in high school and everything in the world is stupid” moments.  So by the time we actually left my house, I was late.

I told my friends, Shelby and Anna to go on without me since both looked entirely exasperated that we hadn’t left yet.  Looking back on it now, I should have just left with them.

I made it just in time to take my spot in front of Shelby before we walked out onto the green grass.  Shelby shook her head,

“And she makes it…”

I turned to look at her,

“Help me!”  I whisper/yelled as I tried desperately to get my hat on so it looked decent.

Shelby finally snatched the hat out of my hand and fixed it before placing it on my head,

“There…would you calm down?”

“Calm down?  I can’t calm down.  I’m supposed to make a speech.”

Shelby nodded,

“Yes.  As valedictorian of the class that’s your job.”  She said under her breath as we walked out onto the stage to face our fellow students.

“It sucks.  I should have left out the joke.”

Shelby rolled her eyes,

“Would you stop.  It doesn’t suck.  It’s fine.  As class President, I’m ordering you to make the speech.”

I looked at her, horrified, as we sat in our chairs,

“Can you do that?”

She shook her head,

“Oh my God…”  She said through giggles as she walked to the podium.

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Always Second

“ Can you do a Jughead x reader where they get in a fight but eventually make up?” requested by @gemini-indecisiveness    
Sorry it took me so long I have been  busy with school and other things. this is part one of two and i hope you like it. 

Y/N ‘s  P.O.V

I walked into Pop’s looking for a certain short blackhead boy with that gray hat he always wears. As I entered I turned to my right and saw him in a booth writing away at his computer. I walked over to him and said, “ Hey, Jughead.” After that I sat down. He looked up from his laptop and realization hit him and he said, “ Crap. I totally forgot, I’m so sorry Y/N.” I looked at him sadly,  “ Yeah , well you’ve been forgetting a lot lately.” I paused then continued “ Since you started writing this damn book, I know it’s important but we’re important too.”   He looked at me confused “ What’s that suppose to mean?” He asked,  I looked at my hands “ That maybe this book is more important to you then our relationship to you.” I said. I looked up and he was looking at me with sad eyes and said, “ No, no this isn’t more important.” I looked at him in the eyes and said  calmly, “ Jughead you have been forgetting all of our plans since you started writing, I know you love writing,  you knew today was really important for me to have you there, I can forgive the other times, because they weren’t that important, but today was really important and I needed you, but you weren’t there.” I said with tears trying to fall but I blinked them away, he couldn’t see them.  He looked at me sadly and said, “ W-What are you saying Y/N?” I looked to my hands and said “ I think maybe we should,,,, break up.” “ You”re important to me please don’t do this, please.” Looked at him and said,  “ I waited for you for six hours and you never showed, you knew how much I needed you today, but you were to busy writing to remember.”  “ You know this is important to me Y/N.” He said starting to get angry.  “ I know that’s why I think we should break up, I need someone that I can count on to be there and right now that;’s not you.” I got up from the booth and finished “ I’m sorry that it has to be like this but it’s for the best. I’ll always care about you, you know that but I can’t always be second, sometimes it’d be nice to be put first, I’ll see you around Jughead , Good bye.”and with that I walked out of Pop’, and walked home. Once I got home and in my room I let the tears fall “ why does love have to hurt so much.”  I asked myself, then I started to drift off into the darkness of sleep and let the pain fade till morning.

Jughead’s P.O.V

“- I’ll see you around  Jughead, Good bye.”  Y/N said than turned around and walked out. I didn’t know what to do, I looked at my computer and said ‘ maybe it’s for the best.” then i looked back up and saw Archie, he sat down where she was before and asked “ Jug, what did you do?” I looked down then back to him “ I screwed up.” I said and looked back to my computer. “ screwed up how?”  he asked. I looked at my hands and said “ I didn’t put he first, she really needed me me today and I picked my writing over her, I kinda always do, so she ended it.”  “ Do you want to get her back?” he asked, I looked up and nodded  my head “ yes, I do.” “ Then you need to show you’ll put her first, that you care about her, that you want her Jug.” and with that he got up and left. ‘he’s right show her you care and will put her first.’ I said to myself, and started working and a plan to get her back.


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I wonder what his plan is to get her back? Hoped you liked part one, I have no clue when the second part will be up or what I’m going to do for it, If you have any ideas message me or put it in my ask box and that would help. Again sorry it took so long, hope this is what you wanted.

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☠️ 20 YEARS OF ONE PIECE ☠️

  • 10/20 Favorite friendships.

Luffy and Usopp: BEST FRIENDS. This one it’s my favorite of all. They are all friends and they all have different relationship as friends, but this one honestly I love this. Like it might be because both are the same age and enjoy the same things, but they are always having fun and being excited for the same things, they understand their stupidness. And like, it works since Luffy is a reckless guy and Usopp is coward so the scenes between these two are really funny. The fight they had because of Merry in water 7 broke my heart because Luffy didn’t want to do it, he had to as a captain. Like I cried a lot with them but I was really happy how they fixed everything. And even if they make joke and stuff, Usopp respects him a lot too. And protects his dream as well. HE DOESN’T ALLOW ANYONE TO LAUGH OF LUFFY’S DREAM.

Zoro and Luffy: this friendship it’s loyalty more than anything. They are all loyal to Luffy as captain and friend but Zoro definitely wins this award. I love this one just like I love the first one. Luffy’s personality works well with every member I have to say. Zoro is a lazy guy and a really serious man as well. And he respects Luffy more than anything, even if he acts like a kid, he recognizes him as his captain more than anything. And he protects his dream more than his own and that’s honestly beautiful. He was wiling to give up about his dream if he can protects his like like COME ON THIS FRIENDSHIP ITS GOALS. And Luffy as well, he trusts Zoro so much. Like I really love when Luffy is like: if Zoro says he will, then he will. I’ll leave it to him. He loves his vice-captain so much.

Zoro and Sanji: it’s actually a rivalry for not a real reason actually. Since little garden they established this rivalry because they couldn’t decide which of them brought the biggest animal to cook. This one it’s specially for comedy and I love it too. Like they fight for the tiniest thing but when it comes to help and works as teammates, they can relay on each other to accomplish that goal. Even if they fight a lot, I’d say it’s a good friendship between these two. I really loved how back in Foxy’s arc, Sanji asked him to be friends for 10 minutes and unite so they can win the game and Zoro was agree. When it comes to seriousness they have pretty much the same thoughts as well. And their nicknames are actually funny as well; ero-cook and marimo~ // Even if they can’t admit it they actually care for each other, they wouldn’t be the same with their partner of fights.

Nami and Luffy: Well, even if I secretly ship them as a couple, even if I don’t make a big deal for it since One piece it’s pretty awesome without romance and I would hate to see ships wars because of this, I’m going to focus on them like that; Luffy treats all his friends the same, of course he takes care of girls in his crew, I’m not saying they are weak but I bet he understands sometimes they need to be protected I guess. Nami’s personality it’s of the girl that doesn’t understand Luffy’s stupidness and it’s always hitting him for the ideas he jumps with. Even if she doesn’t posses haki lol. But never mind, this friendship/relationship have been developing through the series just like the others. At the beginning Nami didn’t trust any of them, but Luffy did since he met her. Luffy was the first one Nami asked for help after 8 years. I believe he became someone in her life with who she feels safe and protected from that moment. She’s the navigator and he’s the captain, she’s a part of as I call it, the coward group and it’s always arguing with a Luffy about the islands they should go, so at first she was always trying to persuade Luffy and avoid danger and the and Luffy would always win. But I feel like she doesn’t feel scare at all anymore. She respects him as captain even if she acts/looks like the actual captain sometimes and Luffy doesn’t seem mad at all about this, and what about him? Well, he decided she was going to be his navigator even after she betrayed them… even if Johnny told then she killed Usopp. He didn’t believe so..

Chopper and Usopp: as I mentioned with Luffy, they are around the same age and enjoy the same things like Franky’s creations. Chopper cares a lot for all his friends, but he spends most of his time with Usopp and is always believing what he says. I really like this friendship. Back in Water 7 when Luffy won against Usopp, he went down to take care of Usopp in tears even if he didn’t have to, that was honestly really touching for me because chopper really cares about his being. And well, they are really funny together!

Robin - Franky - Brook: I haven’t related them in special relationship YET. If you read above, I have focused in the firsts arcs and I was used to see all of them together. At least Robin, I really like her relationship with Usopp. He’s always scaring the shit of him and that’s really funny and she’s like the crew mom and chopper’s moma, she’s really cute with him. Brook and Franky joined the crew and fit perfectly with them. They create a really good friendship atmosphere. Franky Is really funny as well with Usopp and Chopper. And Brook can have a good time with all of them too, specially with Sanji from my perspective, pervs.

Nami - Usopp and Chopper: this is a really funny group. The coward group. Whenever they are together you know it will be fun. Just remember thriller back arc. I laughed a lot with them. Like they are cowards but when they have to fight, they fight. Normally it’s really funny when they are together so I really like them!

Sanji - Zoro - Luffy: The monster trio. Do I have to write much reasons about this one? They are the strongest of straw hats crew and I really love how Sanji and Zoro are always taking away the enemies when the boss is coming. I really love the way they act around each other too, they are really funny too because Luffy is the one who jumps with stupid ideas and he would get hurt in s comic way from both rivals. This team works really well when it comes to fight. I really love seeing them together. And the fact that they can beat anyone but the three of them lose against Nami by herself lol.

Your mother & I
dance under a cloudy sky
in an ambience dim;
raindrops hang off my hat’s brim
fall they do when her I dip
tears they become upon her quivering lip;
like dew dusking a tulip
here we embrace; in a blip –
gone the days, the memories
into a haze disappear the reveries
the anniversaries.
And so the music no one hears
tapers off as time to depart nears
I kiss her hand and she looks away
her sights set on another bay;
Gliding over the waters’ spray
she leaves dappled with dismay
I watch her go, feet firm on the shore
…it begins to pour.

So…I finally finished them!

All thirteen dwarves (+1) are done and ready to be posted. I want to thank everyone for the incredible amount of support and love this project received so far, I’m so grateful and happy, you have no idea.

That said, tomorrow I’ll post the first of the fourteen drawings I did, I’ll post one every three days and I’m asking you *points at screen, uncle Sam hat appears on my head* to decide in which order you’d like to see them.

The way you can do it is by reblogging this post and writing where you want (in the tags too if you feel shy) which one of the dwarves you’d like to see next.  

Once the next drawing is posted the process is always the same, reblog that drawing and vote for the dwarf you want to see next and so on.

I’m putting a lot of effort in this project so that you’ll have the best, helping me spread my art and this whole work would give me so much joy (and grant you a place in heaven <3).

Thank you again for your support, let me know if you want to be tagged when I post the drawings, I’m creating a tag list right now! :)

few writing tips for all the beginners out there
  • keep it all in one tense, changing from past to present and back makes the story less consistent and might confuse your reader (with exception of flashbacks ofc) 
  • don’t suddenly change povs, if it’s pov 3d person then don’t switch to 1st person mid-chapter. Same with your narrator. (Unless you can keep it all clear, I think good example would be The Doll by Bolesław Prus, the author divided the story in two parts - base one focusing on Wokulski and kept in past tense 3d person pov interchanging with Rzecki’s diary kept in past tense 1st person pov. Overall it’s best to stick with one kind of narrative tho.) 
  • don’t skip dialogue! There’s nothing more discouraging than an endless wall of text. Dialogue makes your story more dynamic, the way your protagonists speak completes their characterisation and makes them more realistic. 
  • it’s also good to remember that your dialogue doesn’t have to and even shouldn’t be extremely proper and grammatically correct. People don’t carry dictionaries with them, we mispronounce things, curse, make up our own words, use slang. With dialogue you can go as wild as you want, it’s great opportunity to play around with language! 
  • a good idea is to make an outline for your story. It doesn’t have to be really detailed, just general sketch is okay. It prevents from getting stuck mid writing and creating unintentional plot holes. 
  • a few things about beginnings, because we all hate those: 
  1. try to avoid things like “X woke up in their bedroom at 6 am, went to bathroom, did [insert basic bathroom-related activities], ate breakfast, dressed up[…]”, unless there’s something off about the routine “X woke up in the morning, went to bathroom, in the mirror they saw themselves with gigantic horns and green skin”, “X woke up and realised they’re not in their bedroom but in the middle of the sea” or something along the way. 
  2. Don’t start gunz blazin’ either, the bigger you start the bigger expectations your reader will have concerning later chapters of your story. 
  3. try with something small, maybe a question or a little mystery that you will resolve in the next few paragraphs, don’t go all enigma on them but a little mystery is good for catching other people’s interest. 
  4. you can go with dialogue but don’t make it a full blown conversation, something like that maybe:

“What the hell” asked Marlene, as she stared at mess that was now her flat. Sun, that got inside through the open door, shined directly on sad remnants of her favourite porcelain vase strewn around the floor. Older woman looked around, her sharp, blue eyes skimming the room until she noticed the top of a bright red baseball hat. “Come out you little brat! I know it’s you!” she yelled.”

(it got a tad too long but i think i got my point across?)

Annnd that’s it. If you have anything that you would like to add - don’t be afraid to do so or just ask me to edit the post. ^^ 

Cute College Blurb *Not Edited*

Shawn Mendes 
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Note: Clearly this isn’t 500 words, and clearly I need to get better at writing bleeping endings. Although it annoys me to no end, I used ‘Y/N’  so I figured out how to insert that filter thing so I don’t have to look at it, so I hope it works 😄 Your name: submit What is this?

 


Originally posted by smendesgifs

Anxiety was already beginning to rise in me, my heart racing at a stupidly high rate, my shaky fingers drumming on my thigh as I rehearsed what I wanted to say over and over in my head.

I was blowing this way out of proportion, but at the time it seemed like the biggest thing in the world. I just needed to get up and go and ask him, otherwise the bubbles in my stomach won’t settle down and I won’t get any work done.

My legs seemed to have a mind of their own because I was suddenly standing up, walking across the room to where he sat. Shawn didn’t notice me at first, his headphones shoved over his head of brown hair. Shit, what if he never looks up? Out of everything, I didn’t think about what to do if he never noticed me. I knew I was quiet, but Christ.

After a good thirty seconds of just awkwardly standing there, I was about to give up and go back to my seat when he looked up.

“Hey, (Y/N). You okay?” He smiled up at me, placing his headphones around his neck, muffled sounds of some Ed Sheeran song escaping into the otherwise quiet room.

“Hi. D-do you have a pen I can borrow? I left my pencil case in my dorm and –“ I cut myself off before I started rambling. God, why did I stutter? It just made me sound more nervous than I already was.

“I should do…” He started searching through his backpack. Good, he’ll find a pen then I can leave and never talk to him again…or until he comes looking for his pen.

That sounded a lot worse than I intended. I’m sure Shawn is a lovely guy. I mean, I couldn’t be sure, this was only my third time talking to him in the past year.

The first time was at the start of the year when he accidently bumped into me while walking out the lecture hall. Unlike most guys in our class, he actually apologised and helped me pick up all my books once everyone had left.

The second time was a few months after. I managed to get to the lecture early and snag myself a seat right in the back, my favourite place to sit; not only because the professor couldn’t see back that far so I could record his boring-as-hell speeches on my phone while I read, but because no one else every sat up there.

Until Shawn came in late one day and there were no seats left.

“Is this seat taken?” He panted from running up the stairs. Without taking my eyes off the page, I shook my head, happy that he didn’t move my bag from the seat next to mine as he sat down.

“What you reading?” Wasn’t he just full of questions.

Wordless, I flashed him the cover of The Great Gatsby. It was an ugly old copy from donkey years ago; the front cover had a giant stain from when my younger brother spilt orange juice on it. Pages had turned yellow with age, all crinkled from when I dropped it in the bath when I was ten, and the spine had been cracked so many times that the last few pages were beginning to fall out.

Yeah, I really needed a new copy.

Shawn shot me an apologetic smile, “…I don’t seem to have one. Sorry.”

I covered my disappointed with a grin, “Oh, that’s okay. Thanks anyway.”

At least I didn’t stutter this time. I did hear his slightly chuckle when I tripped over the chair as I walked away, but I tried not to think about that.

Crap. Crap, crapity-crap, crap. How the hell was I meant to do this essay now? My dorm was all the way across campus and would take me at least twenty minutes to walk there, and I didn’t bring my computer. I could go buy some pens from the librarian at the front desk, but as I looked through my bag it quickly became evident that I felt my purse at home too. There was another group of girls at the back of the room, but I didn’t know them and couldn’t bring myself to go talk to them.

Okay, no need to panic. I could get the books out and write it in my room. The librarian likes me, I’m sure she’ll let me take another two or three books out.

Packing up my stuff, I grabbed the heavy pile of textbooks from the table, then almost dropping them ten seconds later when I ran into what felt like a moving brick wall.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Shawn caught the top book before it crashed to the ground. Putting it on the table, he added five different coloured pens to the stack in my arms, “I wasn’t sure which color you wanted, so I just got all the ones I could.”

“Oh-umm-thanks?” I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, I was just shocked that he would even do something like this. It was small, but it was the nicest thing anyone had done for me in a long time.

I glanced up at him. He flashed me a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as his cheeks began to flush a deep red.

“So, you’re doing the essay for Jenson’s class?” At first I was confused, because how the hell would he even know that? But then he pointed to the textbooks in my hand and it clicked.

I nodded.

Shawn chuckled awkwardly, “Would you mind if I sit with you? I’ve been trying to start it for hours now and have no idea what I’m doing.”

I nodded and was about to grab the book from the table, but Shawn got there before me. Like some cheesy rom-com, our hands brushed for a moment, making both of our cheeks hot. I quickly pulled my hand back, silently following him back to his table. I began setting my things out again.

Writing the essay with Shawn wasn’t that bad. Although I didn’t talk a lot, he had no problem with constantly cracking jokes to ease the tension. I’ve honestly never heard so many puns in my life.

By the time we finished, three hours had past even though it felt like no time at all.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked as we left the building. The chilly October air smacking me straight in the face and I cursed myself for not brining my hat or scarf. I wasn’t stupid, it was past twelve at night, it was pitch black apart from a few streetlamps dotted here and there, it defiantly wasn’t safe for me to be walking home alone.

“I don’t want to put you out your way.”

“I don’t mind. It’s on the way back to my dorm anyway,” I could just about see his eyes widening, “That came out a lot creepier than I thought! I meant that I’ve seen you walk home from class a few times –“

“It’s okay.” I cut him off with a laugh.

“So, is that a yes?” He asked hopefully.

“Sure.”

So, I hit an exciting new milestone and I decided since I’ve never done it before, I really wanted to try to do a giveaway for this fandom and my followers.

The winner will receive a mystery box of vampire chronicles and vc inspired items (some of which are guaranteed to be ridiculous).

| Rules for entry |

  • You’ll have to be following me. I want this to be a gift for one of my followers. The point is a thank you to them.
  • You may like and/or reblog this as many times as you wish but, each url will go into the drawing only once. I will write down each url and draw one scientifically from a hat or bowl-like structure.
  • The winner will have to provide me with their current address or a designated address I can send the prize.
  • The winner will have 7 days to get back to me before I draw another name.
  • Contest is open to  personal blogs and rp blogs only. No giveaway blogs, etc… eligible for entry. VC related-content blogs and their owners, however, are eligible.

The giveaway will end on May 5th! It is not limited to my US followers. I will ship to anyone who wins worldwide. 

Good luck to everyone who enters and welcoming me with such open arms these past few months.  <3

All His Friends (Jack Johnson)

“I’m gonna head out, okay? I’ll text you in the morning,” I say, resting a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

I’d been sitting in the studio with all of the Omaha squad and a couple other people for over 2 hours just listening to their music and it was great, but part of me felt like I didn’t belong here. I mean, I was kind of starting to choke on the smoke, and everyone else was at least slightly drunk, even though half of them weren’t even legal.

I on the other hand didn’t drink or smoke and was probably the only person here who could drive if need be. I loved Jack but I wasn’t really sure that his friends loved me. I mean they smiled at me and we hung out together, but I knew that if I wasn’t dating Jack, they’d want nothing to do with me. I’ve never been a social girl, I could never hang out with the ‘cool’ kids, Hell, I could barely hold up a conversation. And yet here I was, hanging with people who were followed by millions because of how social and talented they were.

He turns away from the soundboard he was working at and looks at me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, pulling my bag little higher onto my shoulder. 


He gets up from his chair and grabs my hand, looking at me in a questioning way. Still he says, “Okay,” and grabs my hand, “at least let me walk you out.”

We head out and once we’re on the street I hug him tightly. He nuzzles into my neck and softly pecks me there before pulling away.

“You’ve got a safe way of making it home right?” I ask, knowing he shouldn’t be driving on his own. Surprisingly though, he’s pretty calm and focused despite being half-drunk and high.

“Yeah, we’ll just call an Uber or taxi or something.” I nod and turn to walk off, but he grasps my hand a little tighter, making me turn back around. “We’re gonna go to Sam and Stass’s place tomorrow night, you coming?”

“I… I don’t think I can,” I say, knowing full well that I have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. 


I can see the disappointment on his face and immediately feel bad. “Oh okay.. well, I’ll call you later or come over after we’re done tomorrow, around 10 okay?“

"Yeah, sure,” I say, giving him a smile even though I’m exhausted.

—–
*the next night*

At about 8:30, a knock on the door sounds through my studio apartment. I head directly to it from the couch, in just my sweatpants in a tank top, hoping it’s the pizza I ordered.

When I open the door, there Jack is, holding my large barbecue chicken pizza and giving me a disapproving look.

“Is this all for you?”

I shy away and look to the ground. “Maybe?” I say quietly.

“Well, now it’s for us,” he says, pushing me to the side gently so he could come in and set down the pizza. “I thought you were busy tonight, Y/N.”

“I am,” I say in an attempt to defend myself. “I’m busy rewatching the entire Gilmore Girls series in preparation for the season coming out.”

“Mind if I join you?” I’m surprised he asks.

“Not at all,” I say, then halt as we head over to the couch with some paper plates. “It might bore you though,” I add.

“Nah, not at all, my mom used to make me and my dad watch it for ‘family bonding time’. Don’t tell her that I secretly liked it. But we never finished so why not watch it with you,” he explains.

We sit down and get comfortable. He’s got his feet up facing one end of the couch and I’ve got my feet up going the other way but in the middle he’s rested against the back of the couch and I’m on his chest.

Two or three episodes and half a pizza later, he speaks up.

“So why did you tell me you were busy tonight?”

I take a deep breath. “Well, technically I never said I was busy, I just said I couldn’t make it. And how did you know I was here?”

“Answer my question first. Why didn’t you wanna go tonight?” he’s got his arms wrapped around me now, sitting up.

“I don’t think your friends like me,” I mumble.

“What?” he says.

“I don’t think your friends like me,” I say a little louder.

“No, I heard you the first time. I just can’t believe you think that. Baby, they love you,” he explains. I give him a questioning look and he continues, “I’ve brought a lot of girls around them but you’re the only one I’ve brought more than once. You know why?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, “It’s ‘cause they actually like you. And they get that you’re kind of quiet and stuff but they don’t care.”

I continue to look at him like I don’t believe him and he goes on.

“Dillon said that he loves you becuase you’re the only one who keeps paying attention when he shows us track after track. Nate said you’re his new favorite cuz you’ve helped him finish multiple songs. G loves you ‘cuz you hang with Madison when he’s busy and don’t let her get left out. And Sammy loves you cuz you laugh at his crappy jokes and participate in his stupid snapchat skits,” he hugs me tighter, “And most importantly, I love you. More than I’ve loved any other woman. Except maybe my mom, but she doesn’t count. “

I laugh and he joins in, knowing he’s convinced me. “And now you can’t leave because we’re all attached to you,” he says, kissing up and down my face repeatedly and making me laugh even more. “When I came in to Sam’s tonight, everyone was wondering where you were. They missed you just as much as I did. So please, please come with me next time, okay?”

“Sure,” I say, smiling and kissing his cheek. “But you still have to answer my question, how did you know I was here?”

“Because, sweetheart, I know you too well,” he says, “Also, I texted Y/B/F/N and she said that you were planning on laying around tonight.”

“That snitch,” I exclaim, but also thank her for initiating this talk.

“I personally love her,” he says, “Now turn on another episode, I’m dying to know if Logan and Rory are gonna get together.”

I laugh at his interest as I pick up another pizza slice and the remote, cuddling deeper into the shoulder of the guy I’ve fallen deeply in love with.

Masterlist

Prompt List

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A/N:
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. I feel so bad for people who request things just because I take so long to get them up. But just know, if you have requested something I do work hard to write something that I hope you’ll love and that I actually spent time on, so it’s not like I’m just ignoring your request.

Anyways, hope everyone had a nice holiday, I know I did. I got like $60 worth of Starbucks cards so I guess I’ll be there often. I am on break so another request will be out by the end of the week and I might even put out something of my own I’m working on. Even though I do have a few requests to do REQUESTS ARE OPEN y’all. It might take me a minute to get to it but it will be done. Also at the beginning of summer I posted a song list hat you could request and I’d write an imagine to it and I’ll be reposting that soon with some songs added so look out for that!

Peace,
that-fandom-tho.

I’ll Be Good - Part 19

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 18  -  Part 20

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You make a decision, refuse to follow anyone’s rules, and learn whether it’s a gamble that will pay off.

Warnings: swearing, violence - I don’t know what’s wrong with me… honestly I worry about my own brain writing parts like this., angsty angst aaagnst

Word Count: 1986 - ok! Back in the 1000 range! Only just… and you might hate me for it.

Author’s Note: Oh gosh you guys. This one’s rough. I feel awful leaving you here before my little hiatus! Oh boy. Don’t hate me. I love you, ok? I do!

Originally posted by jxmesbuchanan


Standing at the register, you wiped the sleep from your eyes. This was simple and habitual for you: exit the plane, purchase a new hoodie and hat at the gift shop, catch the train to Dresden in 10. Clockwork. It was all so natural, such a habit that you didn’t think twice about sleeping most of the flight.

You stopped short, though, when your eye caught on the books near the register. Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

Without another thought, you dropped it onto the pile of items for purchase and tucked it under your arm before ducking into a bathroom to disappear. You couldn’t be followed through Berlin, not to Dresden, not north of Dresden, not to the Commander’s hold.

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okay okAY imagine,,,, older (mid 30′s) kallura:

  • waking up together atSUNRISE because they’re the type tbh
    • keith’s stubble in the morning… is a fight
    • allura tries to hide under the covers as he tries to kiss her
    • ((it tickles so much & she cannot stop laughing))
    • they end up tearing all the sheets off in the process and every time it happens coran is like……….i’m just the bitch who makes the beds why this
    • keith shaves his face while allura showers and he loves to hear her sing in altean
      • (when he pieces together enough words to learn she’s singing a love song he’s like;;;;fuc i lov her)
    • on days where they have to be up really early they both snatch lance’s blankets to make him get out of bed
  • them being a++ diplomats totally, sure
    • jk they’re awfuL sometimes
    • keith still has his temper…and allura has hers tbh
      • usually if someone insults either of them a full fight will break out at a dinner table & hunk has to calm them down while shiro takes over
    • also they’re both pretty picky about food so they end up eating off each other’s plates
    • they’re not very affectionate in front of officials but when someone tries to flirt with either of them,,,they immediately get lowkey touchy and close
      • lance is like “tried that before, buddy” to whatever person tried to pull that
  • bonus stuff:
    • allura wearing keith’s shirt and pidge being like “he probably hasn’t washed that in like, 2 weeks you know” and allura just shrugging
    • keith starting to hang out with the mice when allura is busy (coran & lance suspect a prank coming from them)
    • keith trying to explain why the others laugh at his dad being texan
      • “lance said you can speak to cows”
      • “lance is stupid”
      • “he said that you measure hats by how much liquid can be held in it”
      • “well-”
      • “and that the stars at night are big and bri-”
      • “i’m going to kill him”
    • one day allura pulls out formal altean attire for keith to wear (with earrings) & she’s like,,,,why did i wait years to do this