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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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AUTHOR REVEAL of the JATP ROUND 2: FLUFF FICS!

The Tropes:

Exes

Time Loop AU

Camp Counselors

Prank Wars

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Okay, Campers, Rise and Shine! (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by nik_knows_nothing

Summary: When Reggie launches a particularly ill-advised prank war at HGC Ranch, Luke’s fully prepared to take it in stride.

When the days start looping, though, he begins to suspect that this might all be a little bit above his head.

In other words, he’s at least 78% sure that the time loop isn’t a direct result of Reggie’s pranks.

Maybe 77%.

Oh, well.

At least he’s not in it alone.

(The Groundhog Day meets Gravity Falls meets Summer Camp meets The Author’s Own Distaste For Prank Wars AU that no one asked for. Ever. At all.)

Starting To Forget (Just What Summer Ever Meant To You) (Not Rated) [Flynn x Carrie] by bi_magic

Summary: Last summer didn’t end on a positive note for Carrie Wilson - she and her girlfriend broke up on the last night of camp, and she’s been miserable since. But it seems that the universe is intent on having her fix that this summer. Even if that means she has to live through the same day over and over and over again until she does.

Creative B.S. Was No More, Was No Less (Look Around, You're Gonna Miss What You Found) (Rated T) [Alex x Luke, Flynn x Reggie] by @americanhoney913

Summary: The midnight men move again

Don’t know when

Best friends forever

In trouble again

Here’s to you, here’s to me

Over the rafters and we’re free

— Over the Rafters, Rick Schiffman

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Alex and Luke go undercover on a mission to a summer camp in order to find a talisman that could endanger the camp and all the kids. While there, they bond with the kids and make peace with the fact that they broke up.

While Alex and Luke are away, Flynn accidentally fucks with time.

bitch but like romantically (Rated T) [Flynn x Carrie] by @screamin-amuseum

Summary: The dining hall’s exactly the same as it has been for two mornings now, and Flynn doesn’t hesitate to poke Willie twice on the nose and whisper “pancake” on her way past their seat.

His eyes widen and he whips his head around to follow them, excitement glimmering in their eyes.

“Really?” they blurt. Flynn rolls her eyes and nods.

or: flynn gets stuck in a time loop. {for troped jatp round 2}

down by the bay (Rated T) [Alex x Willie] by @sunsetcurbed

Summary: Over time, Camp Phantom has simply become known as a selective summer camp: one that took only the kids that Caleb saw promise in. And Caleb wasn’t exactly lying. He really did take only the ones he saw promise in, he simply looked for different traits than others might.

For example, say, hypothetically, a boy who could see the future. Or, hypothetically, a girl who could interact with ghosts. Or, hypothetically, a boy who could summon objects to him with a simple thought. Or, and this is completely hypothetical mind you, a boy who could manipulate time.

Those might be some traits that Caleb saw promise in. Just, like, as examples.

Time will tell (But only if you do it right) (Rated T) [Flynn x Carrie] by @malecacidd

Summary: Carrie had been acting a little off for a week or so, but Flynn was pretty much known for seeing something in nothing, and that was probably what they were doing then. If something was going on, Carrie would tell her eventually.

Who knew all it took was a little bit of miscommunication to mess up time itself?

and so it begins (Rated T) [Bobby x Reggie] by @comeonpeters

Summary: It’s the first day of their second week at Camp Carolling (they’re spending an entire month, and they’re getting paid to be there!) when Reggie gets a little lost in the woods. During this misadventure into the woods, he finds an egg shaped rock, an inhabited cabin that may or may not be riddled with signs, and something that might be magic. He probably doesn’t get paid enough to discover magic.

or, when they were thirteen years old, four boys met at camp carolling and eventually became a band that almost became something legendary. now, all four boys are coming back as counselors, three boys in one band and one boy in his own solo act.

so begins the reunion, though it doesn’t go how any of them imagine.

Porcupine Day (Rated T) [Bobby x Ray x Rose] by @wr0temyway0ut

Summary: It’s been fifteen years since Trevor broke up with Ray and Rose and they’re… not fine, but managing. But when Trevor to adds insult to injury and buys the camp across the lake from the one they once owned together, the two camps become locked in a bitter rivalry. With neither side willing to set aside their pride and work out their issues, the universe decides to settle their fates itself.

Day After Day (After Day After Day) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie] by hufflebibin

Summary: When Alex met Willie just after their senior year of high school, they spent a wonderful three months dating before their relationship ended in a blaze of glory. Now, four years later, they meet again as counselors at a summer camp. The only problem? Alex keeps reliving their first day together. The day that Luke had declared “Prank Day.”

This is not how Alex pictured his summer going.

clocks move faster (it's all we're after) (Rated G) [Julie x Luke] by @willexxmercer

Summary: Julie likes it when her friends are happy, so when she realizes she’s stuck in a time loop, she uses her knowledge to make sure everything works out for everyone… except she conveniently forgets to factor herself (and Luke) into the mix.

Touch of Magic (Not Rated) [Alex x Luke] by @williexmercer

Summary: When everything stands in Luke and Alex’s way of getting to be with the people they love, they have to repeat the day over and over until they can get the happily ever after that they want.

the play's the thing (that goes wrong) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie] by @madeline-kahn

Summary: Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day for Macbeth, but not so for Alex and the production of Hamlet that he is directing and starring in. And while he’s stuck repeating the day of the performance over and over, mishaps of all kinds befall the cast.

anything, anything (for another run with you) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie] by @aroacethetic-shitpost

Summary: The moment Alex steps foot in Camp Greenwood, he knows that this summer is a bad idea.

He knows it as soon as he sees tan skin, long hair, and a tie-dyed crop top at the check-in table.

Willie.

the camp counselor/exes/prank war/time loop fic of your dreams (unless you read all of the other troped round 2 fics lmao)

there’s a glorious sunrise, dappled with the flickers of light (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by @tonightthestarsalign

Summary: What comes next happens in slow motion. Luke’s foot catches on the last rung of the ladder. Julie watches as he stumbles a step forward, barely catching himself before falling on his face. The ladder clatters to the floor below. The trapdoor, no longer propped open by it, falls closed with a loud thunk, the lock clicking into place. They’re stuck.

“Luke!” she exclaims loudly. “Look what you did!” Julie drops to her knees in front of the trap door, desperately trying to fit her fingers between the wood and the stone to pry it open again. Of course it doesn’t work.

“What?” he snaps back. “I wouldn’t be up here in the first place if it weren’t for you trying to fuck us over.”

or: ex-best friends Luke and Julie, working as camp counselors at rivaling camps, find themselves stuck in a time loop

the daughter of apollo (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by @the-most-beautiful-broom

Summary: (the JATP x Camp Half Blood AU that nobody asked for)

maybe the world isn't ending (maybe it's been postponed) (Rated G) [Julie x Luke] by @tmp-jatp

Summary: Alex runs his fingers through Willie’s hair. “I think it’s best to just leave them to their own prank war at this point. Let’s not forget that time Julie put hot sauce in the coffee pot and my mouth was on fire for an entire hour.”

“You’re exaggerating, Alex-”

“I most certainly am not,” Alex cuts Reggie off.

“Or how about the time Luke tried to put glitter in Julie’s bed,” Carrie joins in, “but got my bed instead? I can appreciate some glitter, but even I know when enough is enough.”

“Suffice it to say,” Willie finishes after they’ve passed around a dozen or so more memories of pranks from the summer, “we’re all done being your collateral damage. Whatever Julie has planned for you tomorrow, Luke, you’re on your own.”

It’s the last day of camp and Julie has one more prank planned for Luke. He just doesn’t know what it is.

Here We Go Again (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by @kybee1497

Summary: Julie blinked as she stared at the place Euterpe had disappeared. What did that even mean? What journey? Old places and lost faces? What was she talking about? But before she could dwell on the questions swirling around in her mind, the sky full of stars began to move, shifting in place and descending until they were all around her. Julie felt her feet leave the ground as she rose up and up. One star in particular was burning brighter than the others, growing bigger in front of her.

It grew and grew, until the light was blinding and Julie had to throw a hand up against the harsh light. She closed her eyes as the light surrounded her and then she was falling. Falling down, down, down.

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Serpent's Fangs (Pt.1)

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It was always so cold here. Roman could have worn any number of layers and yet it would never do him any good. It seemed like snow fell thicker every day.

He supposed he was lucky, living in a lavish mansion with his older brother and his parents, much closer to a warm fire than the less fortunate population. But he missed the outside world, missed the feeling of the grass under his feet and the warm summer breeze on his face. He missed flowers and singing and dancing. He missed normalcy.

But normalcy wasnt allowed when your country was overrun by vampires, who had brought with them the curse of an infinite frost.

They spoke highly of a king, though no one had ever seen him before. Roman suspected he was the cause of all this, and if Roman had any say he would march right up to the castle on the hill and force the king to reverse the winter himself.

"Roman, you cant just tell a vampire to stop cursing people, you have to seduce him into it," Remus said over dinner, much to the dismay of their parents.

"Oh yeah, seduce a vampire, that sounds easy," Roman said, crossing his legs and tilting his head against his hand.

"It is if you're not a coward," Remus said mockingly. Roman cast him an offended glare, causing the older boy to burst into laughter.

"Boys, no one is seducing any vampires. You are above such things as flirting with the dead," their mother said from the end of the table in a disgusted tone. Remus rolled his eyes and poked at his food. The family remained quiet for the rest of dinner, the only noise came from the ravens they kept in the garden.

Roman liked the ravens, they were nice to him, he fed them and they brought him gifts. He also enjoyed spending time with their handlers. A boy and a girl, Virgil and Hera Liddell. He didnt know much about the two, while they talked often it was mostly to ask questions about him, never wanting to discuss their own lives.

"Well what are we going to do about it then? The ravens are freezing their feathers off out here!" On this particular day they'd decided to plan how to sneak Roman out so he could try and solve this issue, Virgil was casting worried glances back and forth, pulling on the strings of his jacket, Hera, who Virgil had decided was much to young to be involved in this, was huddled by the ravens, brushing a hand along their backs.

"Well we could sneak out in one of the resource carts, I think they're making a delivery tonight arent they?" Roman said, running a gloved hand through the snow.

"Roman, this is important, please tell me you are not thinking about stowing away in a cart of chickens just to get into a castle on a hill," Virgil said, raising an eyebrow. Roman stayed silent.

"Roman."

"Well how hard can it be! I get in the cart- cart takes me to the village- I run off while everyone's distracted- and then I'm at the castle!" Roman said.

"You cant get up a hill that quickly on foot," Virgil said in an exasperated tone.

"Well then- maybe if I just, make one of them angry- they'll bring me to him themselves," Roman said.

Virgil and Hera stared at him for a good few seconds.

"Roman? That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard," he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Gee thanks for the vote of confidence guys," Roman said bitterly.

"I just dont get why they're doing this, we've never done anything to them!" Hera said, annoyed.

"No one knows kid, vampires dont exist to make sense," Virgil said. The trio talked for a while longer before Roman made an excuse to leave, rushing off to his room. Virgil may have been right in that his ideas were dangerous, but he didnt see what other choice he had. He looked through his closet for the most ordinary looking clothes he had, the only thing he kept on him was a red cloak with white fluff around the edges, and gold embroidery above it. It had been a present from his and Remus' older brother, who'd died when the twins were younger. He fled down the stairs and towards the storage room, settling himself between two of the crates and waiting for the cart to move.

It took much longer than expected for the cart to arrive, by the time Roman had been able to get out, it was nearly dark. He took off toward the castle, a large midnight black monstrosity towering over the village. He hadnt known just how tall of a mountain the castle resided upon was until he was already climbing it. He'd only gotten a little ways up before his legs seemed to give out from under him. He tried crawling further up but any type of movement felt like to much. He lay there for what seemed like hours before he felt something. His body felt like it was made from nothing. This feeling remained for a while, and then he felt cold again. He sat up, looking around.

He was in what looked to be a grand ballroom, laying on the floor.

"Where did?. . ." Roman looked down at his hands, a twisting feeling in his gut. He stood up, walking around, pulling his cloak further over himself. The castle was large and intricate, with gold engravings on black walls. Roman had thought the castle had seemed nice, maybe even peaceful, but that was before he'd opened an ornate black door and come face to face, with a giant black and gold cobra. Roman wanted to run or scream or do something, but instead he just stood their as the creature's eyes opened, and it began to slither towards him, fangs on full view. Just before the cobra could strike, Roman felt weightless again, and collapsed in front of a figure in a black cloak, looking at him out of the corner of one slitted yellow eye.

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grin-unsettling · 3 years

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thank you for tagging me @soundfanatic 💚💚 here goes

name: Lie

gender: nonbinary

star sign: sagittarius... don’t @ me i don’t even know what moon and rising means

height: 165cm/ 5′4″ 😩 im short

time: like right now? exactly midnight EET

birthday: nov 25

favorite bands: they change all the time but my current favs from the top of my head are Voices from the Fuselage, Ocean Jet, HEALTH, Dzivia, MXMS, Dagamba, Future Palace, Gunship, Wardruna

favorite solo artists: same as before - they change but currently can think of Allie X, Kerli, Essenger, The Anix, Kim Petras

song stuck in my head: coward by velvetears

last movie: gonna say The Grand Budapest Hotel but in reality it’s 2nd Hobbit movie cause im in the middle of rewatching both that and Lotr, and it doesn’t count cause i rewatch them every two months

last show: the expanse season 5 im cri im lov

when did i create this blog: December 2010 somebody come let me out

what i post: mostly videogames and shitposts, some animals and landscapes, art, shows, movies i like

last thing googled: cm to feet calculator lol. before that i was trying to. write. a fic. which means my knowledge of english language drastically decreases in quality so i had to google a bunch of random words for spelling cause they *look weird*

other blogs: no. we cram all our interests in one main blog and die like men

do i get asks: occasionally. i tend to answer them privately. if it’s on anon i either post or keep it in my messages forever (if it’s something nice). i mostly communicate with all my mutuals thru tags or one sided telepathy 😂😂

why i chose my url: no particular reason, it’s a reference to skyrim werewolves and i just liked how it sounded

following: 198

followers: 1k... talk about a ratio (but im sure two thirds of those are inactive)

average hours of sleep: 10-12 😩 i can’t function on less lol

lucky number: if asked i will say 3, but i don’t believe, care or really even get the lucky number thing

instruments: i was poor so i wasn’t sent to music school or owned any instruments. i do have an old mandolin i got few years back but i don’t think disharmonious strumming counts lmao

what am i wearing: black leggings and a very long black sweater with a stylized print of 3 witches, 2 black wolves and a snake

dream trip: oddly enough it’s not really something i dream about. i used to. A LOT. but not anymore

favorite food: wok noodles with chicken and chili sauce 🤤 anyone remember the time when restaurants and food places were open?

nationality: latvian ✌️

favorite song: “the fact that this isn’t with the other music questions is bothering me lmfao” same lol, but @soundfanatic youre being very evasive with your music taste! at least name a few!!!! 😅 as for mine... yeah again, they change but currently Vault of Heaven by Voices from the Fuselage

last book read: minor mage by t kingfisher (oooof that was a long while ago i need to get on my 2021 book challenge)

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: ho boi middle earth ; D that’s it, i can’t think of anything else. i will probably remember like 3 hundred universes i wanna live in later but right now there’s just blank. edit: oh oh oh mass effect! wanna live in a future where space travel and exploration is normal 😔😔😔

favorite color: forest green and pastel pinks!

ok you gave me courage to bother ppl so im gonna bother.. just a few ppl too @erlkonigstochter @tooprettytodie @all-ringils-blazing @angyem please feel free to ignore this if you don’t wanna do it 😘

#game of tags #i actually wanna tag more mutuals but im scared ✌️#misc.

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maiaofmischief · 3 years

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Ask Meme

Thank you for the tag, @zeldabard!

why’d you choose your url? Maia, as in the god-like beings from LOTR/Silmarillion, and of Mischief, because I enjoy causing harmless mischief. So, God of Mischief, essentially.

any side blogs? Yes, quite a few honestly. In the little page here there is a full list. However the ones that are active (and not just defunct rp/fan blogs from when that was a thing that I still occasionally post things on out of nostalgia) are:

Mischievious Midnight, my Halloween/autumn blog

Winter Wonder Mischief, my Winter/holiday blog

Mischievious Adventures, my d&d blog

how long have you been on tumblr? Since April of 2012. Yikes, that’s almost 10 years.

do you have a queue tag? I do not. Generally, almost everything that you see on my blog is something I’ve queued. There are exceptions (usually new posts that I make tend to be posted as soon as I finish them, or if there are a ton of posts at once that’s me blogging live) but I feel like it would be weird if I started doing it now after so long of not having one.

why did you start your blog? hmm. Its been a long time, but there was a blog I had stumbled across that was doing some rp-esque posts (like workplace memos or something) that I liked enough that I wanted to know when they posted new things and beyond that I found all sorts of things to keep my interest and make me want to stay.

why did you choose your icon? The current one is me in cosplay as Revan. I was pretty damn proud of my costume (and still am, honestly, even if I’d more or less redo the whole thing if I ever was doing Revan again) since I made it with literally no help out of craft foam. It really doesn’t look like it was as cheap as it was to make. Eventually, when I have a cosplay I’m more proud of than that, I’ll probably update my icon.

what’s your post with the most notes? That I’ve posted? Probably this one.

how many followers do you have? 194

how many people do you follow? 974, which is both a lot and not a lot, given a lot of them are seasonal blogs or post only very rarely.

have you ever made a shitpost? There are some random ass musings on there that could qualify, but nothing specific comes to mind.

how often do you use tumblr? I check it in the morning and before bed. If I’m having a bad day or a boring day, I’ll probably check it more than that to distract myself.

did you have a funny argument with a blog once? No, I tend not to argue on here.

how do you feel about reblog bait? I hate them, if the general post was good but someone tacked that on in a later reblog, I’ll go back to the source to find one that doesn’t have that garbage on it. If I can’t find one without (like if it is in the original post) I won’t reblog it even if I agree with the general sentiment. I don’t like anyone telling me what I have to do and I like even less the ones that have some sort of scare tactic associated with it. I’m immune to your shitty chain letters, internet, I’ve been getting them in one form or another (email back in the day, on here now) and I’m never going to give into your assholishness.

do you like tag games? Love them. They are a lot of fun. It might take a day or so to answer them (since I tend to do them on my actual computer versus mobile) but I enjoy them a lot.

which one of your moots do you think is tumblr famous? Honestly, couldn’t tell you. Most likely it’d be someone I least suspect. (Also, I’ve never heard the term ‘moots’ to describe mutals before... when did that start? I feel old now.)

do you have a crush on one of your moots? Well, I’m dating one of them... so... does that count?

I’m tagging: @kamenriderblaze, @sirofchaos, @themegnificentmage, @xander-ereinion, @ageless-aislynn, @gizmo1022, @tinx-methinks, and anyone else who would want to do it!

#tag game

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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15 and 24 with sprace

Waking Hour

15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream

24. Tracing your names together in the sand

wow what a combination okokokok let’s get this bread

warnings: blood, death, but its ok!!! i promise!!

ship: sprace

word count: 1064

Race lay on his back, the sun beating down harshly on his stomach. He kept his eyes closed, the distant sound of children shouting and seagulls squawking falling just short of his full perception. He sighed, allowing the noises that surrounded him to fade out, leaving him with just the ocean and the wind.

A soft pair of lips pressed against his and he grinned, cracking his eyes open to see Spot hovering over him, a sincere smile on his face.

“Mm,” he hummed, reaching up and running his fingers down Spot’s jaw, “Getting soft on me?”

Spot rolled his eyes, leaning down again to kiss him, “Never.”

“Yeah, okay,” Race smirked, patting his cheek and sitting up, accidentally knocking Spot off balance.

He barked out a laugh as Spot floundered, brushing sand off his bare stomach as he sat back up.

“Asshole,” he grumbled, but the playful glint in his eyes still shone bright.

Race grinned, reaching out for his boyfriend’s hand to steady him.

“Here,” Race said, shifting onto his knees and dragging his finger along the sand to trace a heart, “come be cute with me.”

Spot’s eyebrows quirked, amusement playing on his face, but he joined Race nonetheless, helping him carve their names into the middle of the heart. It was almost too cheesy for them, but Race felt oddly giddy being able to display their love for each other in such a flashy way.

Spot topped off the heart with an arrow protruding from either side, smiling as he sat back to observe their finished work.

Race sat, watching Spot survey the heart with a fond expression. He looked truly happy. It was a sight he wanted to bottle up and keep safe forever.

But the moment was over almost as soon as it had started when Spot began coughing. Harsh, violent coughs wracked his body and he doubled over from the force of them. He was convulsing, eyes screwed shut in pain as blood made its way past his barely parted lips. He stared up at Race with panicked eyes, pleading for help.

Race froze, unsure of what to do. What was happening? Was Spot sick? He tried to move towards him, but his legs wouldn’t work. They felt heavy, weighed down by invisible boulders that held him glued to the spot.

“Racer,” Spot croaked, reaching a hand towards him. Alarm spread through Race’s body as Spot’s hand seemed to zoom away from him, the world around him tunneling as he remained just out of reach his suffering boyfriend.

Spot’s coughs had increased almost impossibly and he was turning an alarming shade of white. Race opened his mouth to call to him, but his lips were stuck together. He couldn’t even make a sound.

He watched with phantom tears flowing down his face as Spot coughed a final time, his body shuddering with one last breath.

Finally, Race’s lips unstuck and he let out a scream.

“Jesus, Racer, whoa!”

Race was sitting up in bed, sobs ripping out of his throat uncontrollably as the world came rushing back. It was dark. Why was it dark? Why was he suddenly wearing a shirt?

His hands flew to the surface under him, only to find that it was soft and silky and incredibly different from the coarseness of the sand that he’d felt not moments before.

“Race, look at me.”

There was the voice again. Loud in his head. No, loud because it was coming from right beside him.

He urged his head to turn and look at the source of the voice, but his body wasn’t listening to his mind. It was like they were riding on two separate tracks. One frozen in fear, the other bulleting forward at a mile an hour, trying to make sense of the fear.

He became keenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t getting any oxygen. Well, he was, it just didn’t feel like it. At all.

A new brand of panic joined the already present fear and he whimpered, trying not to hyperventilate as he attempted to reign in his sobs. Why was he so scared again?

Oh yeah, Spot.

Spot’s gone. Dead. He died, he-

“I’m not dead, Antonio, I’m right here.”

Oh, he was talking out loud. Interesting.

“Tony, can you look at me? Try to see me? I’m here and you need to breathe.” A gentle hand gripped his shoulder and he jumped. It quickly retracted and Race let out a frustrated sob. He wanted the hand back. It was comforting.

The presence next to him disappeared and the mattress in front of him dipped, placing the person to whom the voice belonged directly in front of him.

Spot. Thank god.

“Racer, baby,” Spot hovered a hand near his face and Race nodded, leaning into the touch as Spot gently held his cheek, wiping away some tears, “I’m right here, I’m okay. Whatever happened was just a dream, c’mon. Calm down, love, it wasn’t real.”

Race shook his head, leaning forward until he slumped into Spot’s arms.

“Okay, yeah, there you go,” Spot cooed, wrapping his arms tightly around Race and running a hand through the back of his hair, “I’m here, It’s alright.”

It took a few minutes, but eventually Race gained control over his breathing. He remained in Spot’s embrace, allowing the last coils of panic to unravel.

“Doing any better?” Spot asked, voice low and comforting.

Race nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

Spot shook his head, “No, don’t apologize. S’not your fault.”

Race sighed, sitting back and scrubbing a shaky hand down his face, grimacing when he felt the tear tracks that lingered.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Spot prodded gently.

“Nah,” Race breathed, hazily leaning back into their pillows.

Spot studied him for a minute, crawling over to join him, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Race said, tangling himself back into Spot’s hold, “I’m pretty sure you can tell the gist of it.”

Spot hummed, “I’m sorry you got so spooked.”

Race shrugged, nestling further into Spot’s warm skin, “It’s okay. You’re here and I’m here and we’re good.”

“Yes, we are.”

With a final measured breath, Race allowed himself to fall back asleep, legs entwined with Spot’s.

heEEy yaaa heeY yaaaaa

also yeehaw its midnight and im in a WRITING MOOD

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champhangman · 6 years

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Paint Your Smile On - Part Four

Characters: Finn Bálor/OFC/Seth Rollins Summary: He walked into my heart like he belonged there. He took down my walls and set my soul on fire Word Count: 4500 Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Part Four

Her last sexual partner hadn't been anywhere near as considerate as Seth was. Trixie mulled over that thought while sipping the delicious coffee he had poured for her. Strange how even coffee tasted better after a night of desire. From her spot on the bed, wrapped up in the sheet and blanket, she watched him over the rim of her cup. She couldn't remember the morning after the last time she'd slept with Kamal. She could barely remember the last time they'd had sex, merely that it had been the night before the last show of their tour. She was pretty sure he hadn't fixed her a cup of coffee. In fact, she was pretty sure she hadn't stayed the night.

"What's got you frowning?" Seth asked.

"You're being too sweet," she decided, taking another sip of coffee. "Aren't you supposed to shake me awake, thank me for the sex, and slap my ass while you hustle me out the door?"

"I'm not a caveman," he snorted. Refilling his cup, he glanced back at her. "But thanks for the sex."

"No, no, thank you," she insisted. She smiled and reluctantly began disentangling the covers from around her body. She ached in places she didn't know could ache. And even though she felt so lethargic that she knew she could stay in bed all day, she was running out of time. She still had to pack. "And thank you for the coffee."

"What time is your flight? Eight?"

"Yeah." Even though she didn't want to, she slid off the bed and searched the floor for her phone so she could check the time. It had to be ungodly early. It was still dark out. Finally spying her phone on the table, she smiled when she saw he'd plugged it in. After noting that it was almost six, she groaned at the amount of messages from Callie.

Storm's not freaking you out is it?

It's almost three and you're not back yet. I'm going to assume everything is ok.

Trixie. It's time for you to get up so we can make our flight.

Don't make me go around this place knocking on doors looking for you.

His dick can't be so good you're oversleeping.

I've got all your stuff packed. We need to leave soon.

I'll be down in the lobby. We've got to go in ten minutes.

"Fuck," she muttered. The last message had arrived just two moments before. "I gotta go."

She pushed her empty cup towards him after gulping down the rest of the coffee. With a squawk of alarm she spun around, searching for her clothes. Her shoes were by the bed. Her shorts under his shirt. Her shirt… Where the fuck was her shirt?

"My shirt, need my shirt," she babbled, dropping to see if it had gotten kicked under the bed. It hadn't. She exhaled harshly and got to her feet, longing for a quick shower but knowing that was impossible. She would have to fly to LA feeling slightly grimy from a night of sex and smelling like… She sniffed. Seth. She smelled like Seth.

"Here," he chuckled, tossing her a shirt. "I'll give you yours in Brooklyn."

The shirt smelled even more like Seth than she did. She pulled it on, sighing at the softness, then hurried to shove everything back into her purse. She helped herself to one of the spare hairbands lying on the nightstand, managing to urge her messy hair into a bun. Chancing a glance at the time, she sighed. The last thing she wanted was for their parting to be awkward, but what did one say to a man after a night of passion sprinkled with sleep?

"Don't lose my number," he said suddenly.

Trixie turned to face him, a smile playing at her lips. "As long as you don't lose mine."

"Trust me, I won't." He took a sip of his coffee then set the cup down, meeting her halfway. "See you in Brooklyn?"

"Hey, that's my line." She leaned up for a quick kiss. He tasted of sex and coffee so she kissed him again, longer this time, until his arm circled her waist and held her close. "But yes, you will. You promised me something, remember?"

"Every night," he whispered.

"I gotta go," she groaned, feeling her phone buzz. She knew it was a message from Callie telling her to get her ass in gear. Reaching for it, she squealed when Seth nuzzled her neck, not even attempting to pull away while she sent a message to her friend promising she was on her way downstairs.

He walked with her to the door, where he gave her a decadent kiss. Then another, before finally groaning that she better leave or she'd miss her flight. After one last kiss, she left.

The walk of shame, she mused while making her way to the elevator. Except she felt no shame. She forced herself to walk fast despite the aches in her body. How, she wondered, could her feet ache after sex? Then, recalling the various contortions her body had been in while they showered, she smirked.

Walk of shame, my ass, she thought. More like the stride of pride.

Callie was waiting outside the hotel. Relief flashed across her face when Trixie joined her on the sidewalk and was quickly replaced by irritation. "God, you look like you just got fucked."

Trixie shrugged lightly, taking her purse, backpack, and suitcase. "I did. Well not just."

"It wasn't a compliment." Her friend glanced at her phone. "The Uber will be here in a minute."

"Sorry you had to pack for me."

Callie regarded her silently for several seconds then snorted. "You're not sorry at all."

"I am sorry that you had to do my packing. I'm not sorry for the reason I didn't do it myself," Trixie clarified.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm amazing."

"Because you look like shit."

"I feel amazing," Trixie insisted. Pulling her phone out when she felt it vibrate, she smiled while reading the message from Seth.

Found your shirt in the bathroom.

Aware of Callie speaking, she wondered how her shirt had gotten that far. She tapped out a reply, glancing up when a black sedan pulled up to the curb.

Too bad. I'm keeping yours.

She put her things in the back, nodding when Callie suggested she do her makeup before they got on the plane. Her eyes kept straying to her phone once she was settled in the backseat, and she smiled again when Seth sent another message.

Why that one? It's one of my faves.

Because, she typed slowly, pausing to sniff her shoulder, it smells like you.

Do I smell good to you?

If you didn't I wouldn't be aching right now.

"Can you pull yourself off of his dick long enough to listen to me?"

She wished she was on his dick. Muttering an apology, she locked her phone and pushed it into the depths of her purse. "I'm listening."

"When we get to LA we're going straight to…"

Trixie paid attention to her itinerary for the day, realizing with each word out of her friend's mouth that it was going to be an eternity before she could crawl into a bed and sleep. There was a magazine interview. Choreography practice for her video that would be shot next week. She had to finish a song that would be an exclusive iTunes download. Then she would be getting her hair done for a photoshoot. When Callie began rattling off what would be happening the next day she retrieved her phone. She tried her best to ignore the message from Seth, pulling up her itinerary so she could see what time she might, possibly, be able to rest.

The notification enticed her but she studied the day's schedule, groaning when she realized it would be after midnight before she could retreat to… Where was she going to retreat to? she wondered. Seth's message forgotten, she looked to Callie.

"Where are we staying tonight?"

"I forwarded the reservation confirmation to your email." Callie named the hotel and Trixie sighed.

"I'm so sick of hotels already," she muttered.

"You'll be fine. Next year at this time you'll have a mansion in California and a penthouse in New York and a house in Florida—"

"I just want a bed that actually belongs to me and to be able to sleep it in more than two nights at a time." Trixie waved her hand before Callie could remind her that this was what she had wanted. She had wanted it. She still wanted it. She just hadn't known how exhausting it would all be. "I'll be fine. I'm just tired is all."

"You didn't have any problems with the storm did you?" her friend asked softly.

"No." Seth had seen to that. She could barely remember the storm itself. Just the flashes of light while she rode him. And she remembered cuddling close to him afterwards. His hand smoothing her hair… Shaking her head, she flashed the other woman a quick smile. "I had no troubles at all."

"I'm glad you had fun," Callie said after a moment. "But you have to be careful in the future."

"I know. Come on," Trixie blurted, reaching for her friend's iPad. "Let's look at mansions for sale and dream."

Relieved when Callie took the iPad and began to search, she finally pulled up the message from Seth.

I'm aching too.

***

"Knock, knock," Finn called out as he pushed the door open with his hip. Balancing two large arrangements of flowers in one arm, he caught the door with his foot before it could bang against the wall and grinned at the man lying in the hospital bed.

"All that's for me?" Sami Zayn asked, eyes wide with shock.

"No." Finn scoffed and set the bouquet of balloons, each vividly colored and emblazoned with 'Here's to a Speedy Recovery' on them, on the table next to the bed. "These are for you."

"And the flowers?" Sami looked to the arrangements still balanced in Finn's arm.

"For the nursing staff. I have pizzas ordered that will be delivered at lunchtime." Finn grinned while placing the flowers on the window ledge. Hearing his friend's snort, he moved to settle in a chair. "C'mon, Sami, we both know you're a shit patient."

"I've been very polite and respectful, thank you very much." Sami shifted, wincing from the movement, then released his breath slowly.

"How ya feeling?" Finn asked softly, eyes straying to the padded brace on the man's left shoulder. He could recall the one he'd had just like it not too long ago. Just as he could recall the similar surgery. He remembered the pain. The exhaustion. Looking to Sami's unfettered right side, he was reminded that Sami had another arduous surgery to endure.

"Not too bad." Sami smiled faintly. "The real bitch is going to be the physical therapy."

"Isn't that the truth." Finn settled back, glancing to the various floral and balloon arrangements scattered around the room. Squinting, he could just read the cards attached and smiled at the sight of their coworkers' names. There was even one from his own parents.

"How was Raw? I would have watched, but…"

There was a sadness in the man's voice that Finn recognized. After his own surgery and the subsequent recovery, it had taken a long time before he could bear tuning into the weekly shows. "It was fine. Got my match for SummerSlam finalized. Met the girl I'll be babysitting that week. Had a damned good match with—"

"Wait, back up. You met who?"

He'd forgotten that Sami didn't know. Odd that he hadn't told him yet. Not that he'd told anyone, aside from Seth. Sighing, he dragged a hand over his face. "Trixie."

Sami blinked slowly. "And she is…?"

Thank fuck, someone else who didn't know who the woman was. "Singer of the SummerSlam theme. She'll be going to events and stuff that week and performing at the show. I was chosen to be her babysitter."

"Why does she need a babysitter? Is she a little kid?"

"No. She's…" He gestured aimlessly and shrugged. He had no idea how old she was. "She's young, but not a kid."

"Then why does she need a babysitter?"

"Fuck if I know," Finn admitted. "I was given a spiel that her mainstream interest would be good for the business and they wanted someone high-profile to escort her to events."

"What's she like?"

He sighed, drumming up a mental image of Trixie. "Short. Makeup. High heels. Pink hair."

"That doesn't tell me anything."

He sighed again. Recalling the way her eyes had lit up and become luminous while meeting his coworkers, he rubbed his chin. "She's got brown eyes. Did I mention the pink hair?"

"Yeah, but what's she like? Is she nice?"

Unbidden, the memory of her and Seth flirting replayed in his mind. "Yeah," he muttered. "She's nice. Everybody loved her."

"Pretty?"

Finn thought for a moment, recalling a pair of pouty lips and amazing legs. "I suppose."

"Why do I get the feeling that she wasn't bowled over by your Irish charm?" Sami smirked, then cleared his throat and reached for the cup of ice water on the tray over his bed.

"She was too busy being bowled over by someone else's charm," Finn blurted. His knee began to bounce. She'd definitely been bowled over by Seth. He'd seen her recent posts on Instagram. One had been a selfie taken while on a plane. She had been wearing Seth's shirt. The same shirt he'd seen on the chair in her other post. The same shirt Seth had been wearing when they'd been getting ready to leave the venue after Raw. Sending his bouncing knee a glare, he became aware of Sami staring at him thoughtfully.

The man said nothing, merely regarded him for several long moments. Finally, after taking a sip of the water and setting the cup down, he cleared his throat. "I see."

"What?"

"You're jealous."

"The fuck I am—"

"Finn," his friend chided.

"I'm not jealous," he grumbled. He had no reason to be jealous. Trixie was barely more than an acquaintance. And Seth… He continued to glare at his bouncing knee.

"Who bowled her over?" Sami asked quietly.

He sighed. His knee began to bounce harder and he forced it to stop by stretching out his legs. "Seth. Only he didn't just bowl her over. He knocked her off her feet."

"They really hit it off, huh?"

"If ya call him telling her she's a Keeper after they talked about Harry Potter, or her asking me if he's single, or him giving her a shirt hitting it off…" Finn swallowed the sour ball that had formed in his throat. "Yeah, I guess they did."

"Ah."

"Ah, what?"

"Nothing. Just ah."

Finn narrowed his eyes when he saw the smile playing on Sami's lips. "That 'ah' meant something."

Sami muttered under his breath. Then, sighing, he looked to Finn seriously. "You really need to quit being a dumbass bitch."

"What the fuck do ya mean?"

"Nothing," Sami sighed, rolling his eyes.

"But—"

"You want to do me a favor?"

"Sure," Finn answered automatically. "What do ya need?"

"I haven't been able to sleep properly. Could you, um…" Sami's cheeks darkened. "Read to me?"

Finn chuckled. "Need a bedtime story, yeah?"

"Something like that. Kevin brought a bunch of my books for me to read, but I can't turn the pages. And you know I hate reading digital copies—"

"I'll read to ya," Finn promised with a laugh. Grateful for something to do that would push thoughts of Seth and Trixie out of his mind, he got to his feet and retrieved the stack of books from the foot of the bed. "What do you want me to read?"

"Harry Potter?" Sami asked hopefully.

You know who else likes Harry Potter? Seth fucking Rollins, that's who. Finn frowned at the thought while flipping through the books. The man didn't just like Harry Potter. He loved it. Had just been reading the books again recently. And he'd mentioned he wanted to do a marathon of all the movies soon…

"What's wrong? Don't you like Harry Potter?"

"Fuck Harry Potter," Finn muttered.

"Okay…" Sami was silent for a few seconds. "Lord of the Rings?"

That was better. It held no connection to Seth as far as Finn knew. But, plucking the book from the stack, he was reminded of Aragorn. Who, in the movie, reminded him of Seth's face.

From the bed, Sami sighed. "Game of Thrones?"

Jon Snow. Night King. Vivid pure blue contacts. If he wasn't one himself, Finn would have called Seth out on being such a fucking nerd. His fingers clutched the book.

"…I'm running out of books here, Finn." Sami leaned to look at the selection. "Are you okay with Winnie the Pooh?"

"Winnie the Pooh it is," Finn announced, placing the stack of books on the floor and settling in the chair once again.

"Kev brought it as a joke," Sami explained. As though Finn didn't already know that Sami loved the stories of the stuffed bear. Settling back against the pillows, he smiled. "Be sure and do the voices properly."

Finn stared at the cover depicting the stuffed bear in his bright red shirt. "Oh, bother."

***

It seemed he had just fallen asleep when his phone began to buzz on the nightstand. Groaning, Seth reached for it. He cracked open one eye to see who the fuck was calling him so late, just so he could call them in the morning and cuss them out for disturbing his sleep.

Trixie.

Opening his other eye, he considered declining the call. But he suddenly wanted to hear her voice. He hadn't talked to her since she'd left his hotel room. He had called her and gotten her voicemail, and after his workout had seen that he'd missed a call from her. The phone tag had continued for a full day. Rolling onto his back, he accepted and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey."

"I woke you up, didn't I?" That soft, wispy voice floated in his ear.

Seth checked the time. He'd gotten a few hours of sleep. "Yeah, but it's cool."

"I forgot the time difference. I'm sorry."

"Where are you?" he asked. He couldn't remember her schedule. During their texting earlier she had mentioned several cities she would be hitting over the next week.

"Paris."

"France?"

"Oui, monsieur."

He smiled. "Isn't it like eight in the morning there?"

"Seven thirty. I'm sitting on the balcony of my room eating croissants and drinking coffee and looking at the Eifel Tower."

"I'm laying in my room in Iowa looking at the ceiling," he replied. "What are you doing in Paris?"

"Video shoot. I expected to do it in the States, you know? But Bob explained they're pulling out all the stops to give me a fantastic debut. So here I am."

"If they're pulling out all the stops they must believe you're worth the investment," he observed. It wasn't all that different from his business, he decided. If the higher-ups caught that special something in a wrestler they'd just signed or a promising rookie in NXT, they funneled massive amounts of money and exposure into that person to make them a star. He'd seen it happen again and again.

"It's scary."

"How so?" Sitting up, he slid back so he rested against the headboard. From the foot of the bed came a soft grunt, and a second later he felt Kevin's fur against his leg. He reached for the dog, giving him a good chin scratching before letting him settle on the pillow next to him.

"What if I flop?" Trixie was saying.

"You won't flop," he promised.

"But what if I do?"

"You won't." He didn't know how he could be so sure. If pressed, he would have to admit that he hadn't heard much of her singing beyond her audition for the competition she had won, and the song she would be singing at SummerSlam. He just had a feeling that she would soon be a star.

"But—"

"Can I ask something?"

"Of course."

"Why are you calling me when you're in Paris?" He considered it a valid question. With the countless things to do in that city, why had she thought of him?

"Oh, you know… Reasons."

Chuckling, he leaned to switch on the lamp. Next to him, Kevin huffed with contempt. "What reasons?"

"Well, I kind of wanted to hear your voice. When I was checking in last night I saw a guy that reminded me of you. Long hair, the beard, nice body. But then I heard him speak and it wasn't your voice." She paused. "Is it cool that I said all that?"

"Yeah, because I wanted to hear yours too," he admitted.

"You did?" she asked softly.

He could practically feel her smiling. "I did."

"I also wanted your input on something."

"Baby, I know shit about shooting a music video," he sighed.

"Not that." Her laughter across so many miles was as bright and vivid as if she were in the room with him. "I got my full itinerary for Brooklyn. There's something on Friday night that I didn't know about."

"What?" He struggled to recall the plans for SummerSlam week. At the moment he could only remember signings and two Make-A-Wish events.

"It's listed as Connor's Cure Gala."

"Oh, yeah. The fancy fundraising party for one of the charities. Connor's Cure."

"The little boy that had cancer?"

"Yeah. Steph was telling me we're doing the party to spread more word." Seth rubbed his face. "There are going to be speeches, a few musical guests, a silent auction… You're going?"

"Yep. I'm one of the musical guests."

"What did you need my input for?" he asked.

"Since it's a gala, I'm assuming there's going to be a red-carpet deal."

"Of course. We do red carpets for practically everything."

"Formal?"

Seth recalled the words in bold at the bottom of the email he'd gotten about it. "Black tie."

"You're going to be in a tux?"

Her sultry purr went straight through his ear, flowed through his veins, and settled in his cock. "I sure am."

"What should I be in?"

My bed. He pushed that thought away, studiously ignoring the desire that was still spreading throughout him. "Something sexy."

"Stiletto boots and a corset?"

Instantly the image of her wearing that popped into his mind. Licking his lips, he nudged Kevin away when the dog headbutted his thigh. "Not that sexy."

"What's your favorite color?"

The sudden change in subject gave him pause. "Huh?"

"Your favorite color?"

"Red, I guess…"

"Good to know."

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something," he blurted. The idea had just popped into his mind. He knew he shouldn't ask her over the phone, but when else would he get the chance? It wasn't something he could text. Their texting so far had been about their crazy schedules and heavy flirting concerning the next time they saw each other. There had been one texting session that had started flirty and ended with a meaningful exchange about the busyness of their lives, and an agreement that they would keep things casual.

"You know, Seth, if you have all these questions for me you're more than welcome to call me. Even if I'm not able to answer you can leave a message."

"It's a new question," he explained with a chuckle. "And I hate leaving voicemails."

"Why do you – Never mind, you can tell me that later. What's your question?"

He licked his lips. "It's about the gala."

"What about it?"

"Well, I was thinking. You'll be there. I'll be there." Stating the obvious was stupid, wasn't it?

"Yeah…"

"What do you say we go together?"

"Together? Like a date?"

"Yes – I mean, no! Not a date. But like, you can go as my date." Clapping a hand over his face at the stupidity of his phrasing, he groaned. "I mean we can go together. Share a car. Walk the carpet. And maybe I can swing it so you're sitting with me when you're not doing your performance."

"So, like a date."

"I guess so. It was just an idea. I know we said we'd keep this casual, but it just popped in my head."

"You're so cute, Seth. I'd love to go as your date."

"Did you just call me cute?" he scorned. "I'm not cute. I – Wait, you said yes?"

She was laughing again. "Yes. I'll be your date. And yes, I called you cute. And, yes, you are cute."

"Cute," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm way too old to be called that."

"Suck it up, buttercup. Look, I gotta run. Shower then hair and makeup and all that jazz."

"Thanks for calling me."

"Talk soon," she promised before the call ended.

Seth lowered his phone with a sigh. Next to him, Kevin sneezed and made a beeline for the foot of the bed. "Alright," he muttered to the dog, leaning to place his phone on the nightstand. He switched off the light and reached for the covers. "Sorry your sleep was interrupted."

His phone buzzed. At first he was going to ignore it, but then it buzzed again. With a groan he reached for it, propping himself on one elbow as he saw messages from Trixie arriving. Opening them, he began to smile.

My view. Attached was a photo of the Eifel Tower. The buildings around it glimmered in early morning light. Swiping the screen to see the next message, he licked his lips.

The Tower's view. It was her, obviously still on the hotel balcony. Her bright pink hair was pulled back. Her body concealed by a white bathrobe. He flicked his eyes from her smiling face to the hint of cleavage the robe showed.

I'd like that view a lot better if the robe was gone, he replied. Just when he was thinking she wasn't going to send another message it arrived on his screen.

Is this better? A second later a picture arrived.

"Fuck," Seth muttered. His hand instantly strayed to stroke his cock through his shorts. He hadn't expected her to send him a naked picture. Not that he could see anything. Just the undersides of her breasts and her trim torso. Her hips. Her thighs. And, tucked between them, her hand. He gave the background a cursory glance and assumed she was in the bathroom.

Much. Thanks. Message sent, he returned to the photo, slowly licking his lips.

"Sorry," he said to Kevin a moment later as he carried the dog out of the room. Closing the bedroom door, he returned to the bed and reached for his phone.

#seth rollins #finn balor #seth rollins imagine #finn balor imagine #seth rollins fanfiction #finn balor fanfiction #wwe #wwe imagine #multipart:PYSO

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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AUTHOR REVEAL of the JATP: ROUND 1: ANGST FICS!

The Tropes:

1. Character discovers they’re not human

2. Coffee Shop AU

3. Poorly Timed Confession

4. Character A catches Character B crying

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the sky was gray and white and (cloudy) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie] by @screamin-amuseum

Summary: “I’ve got you,” Willie’s whispering over and over, panic creeping into his voice. “Alex, I’ve got you, okay? Come on, baby, come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay, I love you–”

Alex spits out what feels like a clot of blood and gives Willie a tired grin, probably looking completely insane.

“That’s pretty gay of you,” he says, just as his vision clouds over and he passes out.

Honey, You’re Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago) (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by nik_knows_nothing

Summary: Luke works at a coffee shop, which is normal, quietly pines after his coworker, which is normal, and also occasionally steals people’s faces without really meaning to.

It’s probably that last part that moves him pretty solidly out of the “normal” territory.

But that’s fine, that’s totally cool.

He’s handling it super well.

You Can’t Value People Less Than a Good, Hot Cup of Bean Juice (It Just Seems Rude) (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by nik_knows_nothing

Summary: Julie gets a job at a coffee stand in the middle of nowhere.

It’ll help to pass the time, if nothing else.

And if there’s a cute guy who works the shift after her and sometimes leaves her ridiculously endearing messages on an ancient tape recorder?

Well, that’s just a bonus.

honest to god I’ll break your heart, tear you to pieces and rip you apart (Rated T) [Julie x Luke] by @tonightthestarsalign

Summary: Julie wakes up with a start. Her hair is stuck to her face with sweat and there is a loud crashing noise. The sheets beneath her feel rough against her skin. She shivers, when a breeze meets her naked skin. She must have left the window open when she went to bed last night. She opens her eyes. The room is dark around her, but the glow in the dark stars, she stuck on her ceiling when she was a kid, are shimmering brighter than ever before.

or: the siren!Julie AU no one asked for

new instincts (Rated T) [Luke x Reggie] by @comeonpeters

Summary: Reggie is fine with being the only human member of his band, Julie and the Phantoms (tell your friends!), just like he’s fine with being the only single member. It doesn’t make him feel lonely, and he’s only picking up more shifts at the coffee shop because he needs more money, not because he’s avoiding being alone. And picking up more shifts at the coffee shop is making the work easier! He’s only a little confused by the fact that he can now touch the espresso machine mid shift without burning himself… must be all of the experience.

you look like you’ve just seen a monster (is that what i look like to you?) (Rated T) [Bobby x Alex x Luke x Reggie] by @aroacethetic-shitpost

Summary: When Bobby woke up that Friday morning, he wasn’t expecting to have horns. Who would? There was absolutely no reason to expect horns to just start growing out of his temples, but there they were anyway.

He stared in silent shock at the little nubs in the mirror. They were only an inch or two big, but pointy and a little fuzzy when he poked at them.

Well, at least they weren’t fully grown yet.

(or: it’s angsty tiefling bobby time, folks!)

We Are Monsters, We Are Proud (Rated G) [Flynn x Carrie, Julie x Luke] by @americanhoney913

Summary: The clock is striking thirteen

It’s time to scream your team

We don’t have to say goodbye

‘Cause friends like these will never die

Carrie finds herself at a college like no other in search of her dad and some answers.

Julie’s not feeling good and maybe staring at roses wasn’t the best idea.

Monster College/Coffeeshop AU

sending forth their beautiful voice, and my heart was fain to listen (Rated G) [Julie x Carrie] by @savannahleemay

Summary: Months after the death of her mom, Julie prepares to sing again and makes an upsetting discovery.

rise from the ashes (Rated M) [Alex x Willie] by @willexxmercer

Summary: At a time when everything was going wrong for Alex, the one bright spot in his life was the charming barista at the coffee shop he frequented. At least, it was the bright spot until everything went up in flames. All he could do was hope that they could rise from the ashes and figure things out together.

Siren’s Song (Rated T) [Ray x Rose] by hufflebibin

Summary: The Scopuli was never meant to be a permanent arrangement. Rose had taken the job straight out of school just looking to make a little extra money before the tour kicked off.

That was four years ago.

After a string of bad luck befalls Rose and the Petal Pushers, she can’t help but wonder if she is the problem. Or is there something more sinister at play?

Yellow (Rated T) [Julie & Reggie] by @tmp-jatp

Summary: Reggie picked up his apron and polo. Julie returned, this time hiding behind Alex. He held a pair of metal pastry tongs out in front of him like a weapon. One of his arms was extended protectively in front of Julie.

“Alex, Julie, what are you doing?” Reggie cleared his throat; his voice was deep and gruff, like he was developing a cold.

Julie and Alex startled. Julie glanced down at her nametag. Alex readjusted his footing and his grip on the tongs.

“What’s going on, guys?”

Alex took a deep breath. “I don’t know who you are, dude, but you have got to leave.”

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Reggie just wanted to get some new guitar strings. A shapeshifter!Reggie au

Angels Like You (Rated T) [Luke x Reggie] by @sunsetcurveofficial

Summary: Reggie is having a bit of a weird day. It gets worse when he figures out that it’s because he died in his sleep and has somehow been walking around as a ghost without realising it. Meeting Luke helps. Luke says he’s a fellow ghost, and there is something about him that Reggie just feels drawn to. Falling for him is the easiest thing Reggie has ever done, but Luke is a little more than he lets on, and it turns out that their story actually started long before Reggie thought it did.

look into my eyes (it’s where my demons hide) (Rated T) [Flynn x Carrie] by @fanfics-she-wrote

Summary: Hiding out from demons was never a desirable nightmare. Of course, Carrie would much prefer a run-for-my-life nightmare than actually running for her life. Having Flynn around is a very welcome soothing balm, though.

Bring All The Monsters Out To Play, Let All The Red Erase The Grey (Rated T) [Bobby & Reggie] by @kennysbirthday

Summary: Mythologicals, Reggie realised, were kind of like queer people. Sometimes your Token Human friend turns around one day and admits that actually, there was something they were suppressing all along, and they hadn’t realised.

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Reggie’s final exam has been pushed forward at the most inconvenient time. Bobby is sick, Alex is missing, and now he needs to help a selkie get their ‘Happily-Ever-After’ in order to scrape a passing grade. Oh, and if his boss catches him handing out more free coffee, he’s gonna get fired.

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All the Winners can be found here.

We hope you all will join us for Round 2! The prompt drops at Midnight tonight!

#troped: jatp #round 1: angst #author reveal #jatp fanfiction

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gearboxsys · 6 years

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tagged by @olivergarden

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

nicknames: Ollie, Midnight, Midnoodle, Blaze, Izayoi, Iza, Cons, Consu, Kitty

gender: boy

star sign: Leo

height: 5′5/169cm last I measured, but that was at the beginning of the year and I’ve had a growth spurt since then

time: 9:11pm

birthday: 14th of August

favorite band(s): Linkin Park, P!ATD, Fall Out Boy, Starset,

favorite solo artist(s): uhhhh no idea

song stuck in my head: One More Light by Linkin Park

last movie i watched: uhh either Justice League I think? Or Nightmare Before Christmas - my concept of time is a complete mess right now

last show i watched: RWBY I think?

when did i create my blog: no idea

what do i post: mostly shitposts and other people’s art at this point

last thing i googled: how to find my search history

do i have any other blogs: ye - I have a bunch of sideblogs most of which I don’t maintain much anymore

do i get asks: very rarely - I get asks on my LWA sideblog but still not much

why i chose my url: I explained this in a previous tag meme and I’m too lazy to type it out again

following: 191

followers: 118

average hours sleep: either 4 hours or 10 there’s no inbetween

lucky number: don’t have one

instruments: I can play a bit of piano (i’m gonna be getting lessons next year :3)

what am i wearing: pajamas

dream job: ART

dream trip: again I already went in detail about this in another tag meme and I’m too lazy to type it again

favorite food: no clue I like many foods

nationality: Australian

favorite season: The seasons here are ‘super hot’, ‘kinda hot’, ‘kinda hot and also there’s pollen everywhere’ and ‘sometimes cold but usually just a comfortable temperature’ so I’m gonna have to say winter. Being serious though, I really love the snow and can’t stand the heat so...

tagging anyone who wants to because I’m tired and it’s been a long day

#tagged in #tag meme #about me

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panickypansexual · 7 years

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ok so I had to do this again because I fucked up the numbers but here we go!

Special thanks to @spastikchildren for tagging me; you’re the real MVP

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Water. Actually, that’s the only thing I’ve drunk all day…huh…

2. Phone call: I dunno! I haven’t called anyone in 2017 at all (because I hate phone calls).

3. Text message: An in depth analysis of a microwave meal. I shit you not.

4. Song you listened to: I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s that really intense party music going on in the background of the video clip ‘fly vs electric screwdriver’. Yeah, the meme-y one.

5. Time you cried: Probably recently? Oh yeah, a few nights ago. I was laughing too hard at a shitpost lol

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: God no! I’d rather dieeeeeee (but not really)

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes, but that’s only because I thought playing the Pocky game with a crumbly wafer was an intelligent decision. Hint hint: it was not.

8. Been cheated on: No, fortunately not.

9. Lost someone special: Not anyone super close to me, but yes.

10. Been depressed: I. Have. Depression. You. Pleb.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No, I can’t drink. Actually, I could. I just refuse to.

FAVORITE COLORS (this is actually really hard since I love a lot of colors!)

12. Purple (my all-time favorite)

13. Electric Lime Green

14. Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: No, but I’ve gotten a lot closer to some people.

16. Fallen out of love: No.

17. Laughed until you cried: See #5

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes, but it was actually just my mutuals spreading the love, so that was pretty cool.

19. Met someone who changed you: Not in the last year, no.

20. Found out who your friends are: No, but I’ve figured out who I don’t want to stay in contact with after I get out of school.

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: No, neither my ex nor my girlfriend have a Facebook (as far as I know).

GENERAL (ooh, nice module!):

22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: Most of them, aside from my fake accounts….yeah, I had like 50+ lol

23. Do you have any pets: Yes! I have three lovely cats and a clown loach.

24. Do you want to change your name: Not particularly; no.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: I didn’t do anything ;_; They said the place I wanted to go wouldn’t be good for a party, and then my friend just took our ‘squad’ there and we had fun. So, it felt like a birthday. I might have a real one in the summer to make up for it, but that seems a little….selfish.

26. What time did you wake up: At like 5 AM because I had to pee

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: trying to fall asleep.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: Getting out of this shitty education system! That means: having a full-fledged job (which I’m trying to start now), hopefully living with my sweetheart one day and not being surrounded by assholes.

29. One thing you wish you could change about your life: Less acne!

30. What are you listening to right now: My fish tank’s usual bubbly noises and my overhead AC

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Heck yeah I have! His name’s Tom McCall! But not the governor. Just an eggplant I raised….(along with Bob Straub, because Oregon history ftw).

32. Something that is getting on your nerves: me myself and I

33. Most visited website: Probably this one. Youtube would be #2. Or Google, if you could count that. I have a lot of questions. Speaking of that, Wikipedia would be like #3.

34. Moles: Like 5, but I’m going to grow a lot more as I get older. It’s in my genes.

35. Marks: I have one scar on my foot (at least, I think it’s going to be a scar) from a mysterious injury involving my chair and a lot of blood. I also have a small scar near my collarbone the size of an icepick, which I’ve had since I was born (I think).

36. Childhood dream: Staying alive. In other words, not killing myself! And guess what? I achieved it!

37. Hair color: Brunette; chocolate brown with caramel colored highlights if you want to get more specific. It’s my natural hair color (including the highlights).

38. Long or short hair: Everyone loves my hair short, but I fucking hate it. I prefer long hair.

39. Do you have a crush on someone: Er, does my girlfriend count?

40. What do you like about yourself: *nervous laughter*….nothing? I guess my eyes are pretty nice.

41. Piercings: None.

42. Blood type: Both of my parents are Os, so even though I’ve never been tested (hella scared about that), I’m probably an O.

43. Nickname: Aside from Panic/Loli, none. Those are just my online tags.

44. Relationship status: Happily dating a cute girl. It’s unfortunately a long distance relationship for the summer, though…I miss her cuddles.

45. Zodiac: Aquarius/Capricorn cusp, but I’m much more of an Aquarius (so I just typically go by that)

46. Pronouns: y’all/yaint. Just kidding, she/her. I’d set the whole ‘y’all/yaint’ thing as my blog title, but I feel like someone would think I was making fun of pronouns so I won’t.

47. Favorite TV Show: I rarely watch TV honestly, but probably Billy the Exterminator. Reminds me a bit of @spastikchildren, actually. He’s a rocker-type dude who goes around rescuing animals.

48. Tattoos: None.

49. Right or left hand: Assuming you mean my dominant hand, right.

50. Surgery: None yet. I’m terrified of having to get my wisdom teeth out. I’ve never been knocked out before….

51. Hair dyed in a different color: Not right now, but when I start going gray I’ll just become ‘anime grandma’ and dye my hair crazy colors.

52. Sport: MARCHING BAND, which is a sport. If you think it is not, I suggest you come watch me perform after putting hundreds of hours into it (all while my arms are practically falling off).

53. Vacation: I’d rather not. Traveling is stressful for me.

54. Pair of trainers: I have this really sick ass pair of electric colored New Balance shoes that I’m currently breaking in.

MORE GENERAL:

55. Eating: Seahorses. Just kidding, they’re actually giant pieces of barbequed chicken that look like giant seahorses, so that’s why I call them that.

56. Drinking: Water, because these seahorses are (pleasantly) spicy.

57. I’m about to: I dunno. Maybe I’ll play some Don’t Starve. I just watched someone play it and picked up some new techniques that might make it easier for me to play.

58. Waiting for: Nothing in particular, really. I guess for me to finish eating and finish this thingy.

59. Want: To feel like I’m useful and wanted, to have a good career in freelance writing, to take a warm shower because I’m cold, and to ask my girlfriend to spoil me….because I want more hugs.

RELATIONSHIPS (not a category, but I added it so)

60. Get married: Sure, I’d like to get married. But I don’t wanna have kids (maybe I’ll adopt some older ones so I don’t have to deal with screaming shit demons).

61. Career: I’m really hoping I can begin freelance writing, because I really don’t fucking want to go to college (and no, it doesn’t require a degree, I’ve done research on it). I’m trying to start now.

62. Hugs or kisses: Hugs. I have no fucking clue how to kiss people.

63. Lips or eyes: Eyes ftw, though my lips are a delightful cherry pink without any lipstick so I do like that about me.

64. Shorter or taller: I often like taller people, but I really am sort of indifferent.

65. Older or younger: I like to date people the same age (or close) as me. Otherwise, I don’t really care.

66. Nice arms or nice stomach: Uh, I don’t care either way.

67. Sensitive or loud: I’m sensitive all right. But I’m okay with loud noises; I sit behind percussionists after all.

68. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. I need attention and cuddles.

69. Troublemaker or hesitant: HESITANT.

HAVE YOU EVER:

70. Kissed a stranger: uh no

71. Drank hard liquor: No, I don’t drink.

72. Lost glasses/contacts: No. I very rarely wear my glasses anyway, so it’s a moot point.

73. Turned someone down: No, I’m not cute enough for people to have a crush on me. Except for online creepers (which I always turn down).

74. Sex on the first date: No thanks.

75. Broken someone’s heart: No, I get my heart broken most all of the time. I hardly do the breaking.

76. Had your heart broken: YES. And not just in relationships.

77. Been arrested: No, but I think the police have a record for me (I wasn’t guilty of anything, though).

78. Cried when someone died: Yeah, I am a short fuse when it comes to crying.

79. Fallen for a friend: Yes.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

80. Yourself: Fuck no. I don’t even know if I’m real. I honestly hope I’m not….

81. Miracles: I guess. It’s a miracle I’m still alive, I think.

82. Love at first sight: Yes, but that’s not real love.

83. Santa Claus: Yes, he’s my homie.

84. Kiss on the first date: Depends.

85. Angels: I think it’s possible they exist, but I’m not sure.

OTHER:

86. Current best friend’s names: Probably Cairo and Ana.

87. Eye color: Bluish green with a splash of hazel, but for all intents and purposes, just green.

88. Favorite Movie: Anything really shitty.

I tag: Whoever’s reading this! (and hasn’t already done it)

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ams-parker · 7 years

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The Cool Taggy Thing

Rules: You Must Answer These 85 Statements And Tag 10 People

I was tagged by @empressravenrose

I don’t know anyone to tag so i’m going to chose some random people i follow:

@drarryruinedme @levi-snk @haleykinz @jilliancares @nebularanarchy @marrieddorks @natepat @shitpost-no-kyojin @ruinedchildhood @crafting4phanm8

The Last…

1. Drink: Coffee

2. Phone Call: My mum telling me where she was

3. Text Message: Asking my friend why the fuck she would add me into a group chat of people i don't know

4. Song You Listened To: Deadpool Rap by Teamheadkick

5. Time You Cried: Um… a week ago having a panic attack, however i rarely ever cry otherwise.

6. Dated Someone Twice: Never been of a date.

7. Kissed Someone And Regretted It: This one girl when i was nine who i kissed more times than i can remember in a bathroom stall so some gay spicy underage action there.

8. Been Cheated On: Considering i’ve never been on a date or relationship i truly ponder how someone could have cheated on me… however some secrets of the universe simply don't give answers.

9. Lost Someone Special: I’m not close to any relatives of mine, so no.

10. Been Depressed: I’ve been depressed since the middle of 2015 what are you on about.

11. Gotten Drunk And Thrown Up: I wish i had enough alcohol to forget all my regrets but such woe befalls a 13-year-old.

3 Favourite Colours

12. Black

13. Purple

14. Light Pink

In The Last Year Have You…

15. Made New Friends: Hell yeah and i’m still shook i could physically function enough in a social situation to do it.

16. Fallen Out Of Love: Out of fandoms and fictional characters yeah

17. Laughed Until You Cried: A few times

18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: No

19. Met Someone Who Changed You: Are you talking about fandoms cause if so hell yeah

20. Found Out Who Your Friends Are: Turns out my closest friend is Batman. I’m still really shocked and i am having trouble dealing with it. I mean, my other friend turned out to be Spiderman, and that was difficult enough to handle.

21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List: Facebook what is this facebook you speak of.

General

22. How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: Do you think i have friends let alone fucking facebook friends (alliteration is awesome)

23. Do You Have Any Pets: A kitten and a dog, plus a few fish they count too

24. Do You Want To Change Your Name: Only my last name. I want to change it to my grandmother’s maiden last name, which is Emeralds and is fucking awesome with my first name compared to my current last name.

25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: Woke up at 5am to go to band, brought cake i made the night before to school however none of my friends were there that day and i had a panic attack in the bathroom so i called my mum and i spent the rest of the day on my laptop and eating my cake. Yay.

26. What Time Did You Wake Up: Around 12:30am

27. What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: Watching Deadpool

28. Name Something You Can’t Wait For: The second movie for Spiderman and Deadpool even though those aren’t coming for at least a year. Also the third season of Atttack on Titan.

29. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mum: Two hours ago

30. What Is One Thing You Wish You Could Change About Your Life: My continued existence here

31. What Are You Listening To Right Now: Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton

32. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: No… but i wish i could talk to Tom Holland...

33. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: Life and existence in general.

34. Most Visited Website: Porn.hub. Haha, jk, it’s really Hentaihaven.com… but seriously probably Archive of our own.

35. Hair Colour: I literally just dyed it today so currently it’s dark red

36. Long Or Short Hair: Long-medium

37. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: So many actors… ugh.

38. What Do You Like About Yourself: My hair is pretty swaggy i must admit and I have an incredible ability to repress things.

39. Piercings: None

40. Blood Type: I forgot

41. Nicknames: Satan, Ams, daddy, babe

42. Relationship Status: I may be pansexual in my sexual preference however i am ace when it comes to romantic yeah it’s confusing as fuck

43. Zodiac: Cancer (to society)

44. Pronouns: She, her

45. Favourite TV Show: You can’t make me decide

46. Tattoos: None

47. Right Or Left Handed: Right

48. Surgery: None

49. Piercing: Already answered lol

50. Sports: Tennis, used to do swimming full time but now it’s only for holidays and shit and a tiny bit of netball

51. Vacation: Currently on the second week of my winter holidays. We were meant to go down to the coast in a few days however my mum ran into some medical problems so we won't be going

52. Pair Of Trainers: Navy and white i guess? Not sure what brand

More General

53. Eating: Just ate two entire punnets of raspberries

54. Drinking: Mmmm strawberry milk...

55. I’m About To: After i finish this i will probably go cry in a corner and browse netflix more

56. Waiting For: My reason to live and also a second fucking deadpool movie

57. Want: Death. Money. Everyone loving me and me being a badass queen. Lots of things.

58. Get Married: Fuck no unless you’re talking about marrying all my twenty cats

59. Career: An author, preferably, and if not then a psychiatrist.

60. Hugs Or Kisses: I don’t mind a hug as long as you’re warm and comfy.

61. Lips Or Eyes: Eyes.

62. Shorter Or Taller: Taller.

63. Older Or Younger: Uhhh don’t really understand this question but if you’re talking about my age then i’m younger

64. Nice Arms Or Nice Stomach: Nice stomach

65. Hookup Or Relationship: Hookup

66. Troublemaker Or Hesitant: I don’t really understand this question either, however if you’re talking about the person i would prefer more than hesitant is my answer.

67. Kissed A Stranger: No

68. Drank Hard Liquor: Haha yeah but only a tiny bit like one tenth of a shot

69. Lost Glasses/Contacts: Bitch look at me with my 20/20 vision. Pun intended.

70. Turned Someone Down: Who would ask me in the first place

71. Sex On The First Date: What first date?

72. Broken Someone’s Heart: No but that would be fun

73. Had Your Heart Broken: Wait what heart?

74. Been Arrested: Not yet.

75. Cried When Someone Died: No.

76. Fallen For A Friend: I’m not really sure? Idk i’m confused about my feelings.

Do You Believe In…

77. Yourself: Now if i answered yes that would be the best joke on the planet.

78. Miracles: No.

79. Love At First Sight: Too cliche for me.

80. Santa Claus: Haha no.

81. Kiss On The First Date: Do you think i’ve ever been on a first date

82. Angels: Only in Castiel. Then again, being an aesthetic, not really.

Other

83. Current Best Friend’s Name: I’m not sure who classifies as a best friend or not so i’m going to say i don't have one

84. Eye Colour: Brown

85. Favourite Movie: Don't make me fucking decide you little shit

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