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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*81 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso #masterlist

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octoberlaylow · 1 year

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Look, I haven’t been able to properly write in months.

Perhaps it’s just the thing that’s like, well, I’d rather read than write anyway, and I really have been reading more fanfic than writing it lately. Everything I’ve written was related to my introspective personal thoughts. A modern Pete Wentz, one might say. I think this was mostly because of the fact that I’m usually surrounded by people, and i feel strange writing fic with people who are so ABLE to just look over my shoulder and see what I’m doing. It’s a little scary, I’ll be honest. They’ll be like what are you doing? And I’ll be like torturing my favorite characters uwu, and then they’ll probably be like wow, you’re a freak and a nerd or something demoralizing like that.

And we’ve got the writers on tumblr. I mean, I follow inkskinned, I’ve seen their free form poetry, and it’s really good. So I was like well, maybe I could get away with just writing freeform and posting it here, because the thing is, I just can’t write about others anymore. But the other thing is, I don’t want to directly be copying the ideas of someone, and I know sometimes I do that subconsciously. Really, truly, I can’t do anything in life without following a roadmap. I think that I have been SO consumed with media my entire life that I feel as though I have to have my life look like a story or I might just go insane. This might be because I need the guarantee of a happy ending, or at least a hopeful one; the girl gets the girl, the girl goes to the college she wants to, the girl lives a good happy life and against all odds, beats the chances. But I’m not on the same paths as those characters, and I’m not on the same paths as my idols, either. So that leaves me in this weird space where I don’t really know what to do with my life because the circumstances just don’t match up, and I have no guidance.

Yeah, yeah, I’ve got therapy. My therapist, Ms A, told me to stop thinking of my life as a movie. You can’t keep pretending your life is a story, Toby, is more along the lines of what she said. If you know me in real life, you know how much I listen to music. It’s almost a lifestyle at this point. You can take the girl out of the music but you can’t take the music out of the girl. I want to be a singer, like Hayley Williams or Alex Gaskarth. The thing is, though, they got their starts so early, and can play instruments, and overall they lived in an era where I just DON’T. The circumstances will NEVER LINE UP. So I try to follow roadmaps. I try to find a person with experiences close enough to mine that I can follow the traits of.

In the music industry, there are two flips of the same coin. It basically goes like this: you either sing about love and sex, or you sing about depression. And I can’t really sing about either.

I’m not going to deny it. I’m privileged. My parents are together and supportive of most things and their relationship is fine. We have a good house. My grades are on the decent side. I’m definitely not at my peak (I would hope my peak isn’t in high school) but I’m definitely not at my lowest low, either. We have enough money for food and necessities, plus occasional trips. You could categorize us as middle class.

And I guess I haven’t really suffered enough emotionally or physically to call myself depressed. You know? Because when you think about it, there’s really nothing wrong with me. I’m not ADHD or autistic (my brother is both), although I’ve been told I’m just in denial by several sources. My home life is… fine, most of the time. Like, what do I have to complain about? I’m so ungrateful because I’m fortunate and yet I’m discontent. It would almost make the average person feel like there is something wrong with them. Why don’t I feel content? Why do I always want more? There is no forging my own path. There is only following these previously carved roads somewhere I think is home.

When I have panic attacks (which sounds concerning, but I only get them like, twice a year, it’s fine) I put in the absolute loudest, noisiest music I can stand. Like, ‘I Am My Own Muse’ or ‘Famous Last Words’ or ‘Death Of An Executioner’. And then I close my eyes and get up on that mental stage. Just picture it. There are phone flashlights waving back and forth. Stadium packed up to the gate. They’re all there to see me. They cheer when I walk on, because they care. A million people care who I am and I don’t even know who they are. I’m playing that song that’s not mine but singing it like it is, and I am universally loved.

And, yeah. That’s the dream. I’m famous and the media’s darling and I get to do my thing up there in front of a crowd begging on their knees to hear my words.

But it’s not going to happen. I mean, how would it? I can’t live out this dream because I haven’t followed the right path, haven’t traced the road through the line between fanfiction and real life. I hate the idea of creating a new road. I hate the idea of drawing a new way, even though that is exactly what the people I admire have done. I’m this pathetic mess of conscious thought and feeling.

Look, I could type my insecurities on a doc for ages. It could end up a memoir. Toby’s Lament, it would read. Tales from the girl who didn’t know what to do with herself, so she just did nothing. If Joe Trohman can write a memoir, I sure as hell can. This all reads as petty, self pitying bitching, I’m sure. Honestly, looking back on this, I seem like a privileged asshole. But hey. I just wrote two pages worth of words in google docs. So I think, if it gets me writing again, it might just be worth it for that.

#I don’t have anything good in the notebook today so this takes its place of the daily #long post #writeblr

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dancedance-resolution · 3 years

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for andi mack week, i made this uquiz: who are you in the andi mack cinematic universe?

an anon asked me to post all the possible answers (sorry that i lost your ask haha), so ive included screenshots and image IDs of all the answers below the cut! :)

Image IDs of the answer possibilities:

in jonah's band - when you see jonah beck drawing band logo ideas during study hall, you feel like it's fate: you've always wanted to be friends with jonah, and you've also always wanted to be a part of a band! so you introduce yourself to him at your shared lunch block, and soon, you're the bassist in Otter Galaxy, a five-person band consisting of you, jonah (guitarist), buffy (singer), walker (drummer), and kira (trumpter). you all collaborate to write songs from all sorts of genres, and you develop close friendships with all of your bandmates. fourteen great songs later, jonah introduces you to a man named bowie, and he helps Otter Galaxy record their first whole album. buffy's girlfriend andi designs the album cover art, and kira's girlfriend libby runs the band's social media and marketing. Otter Galaxy reaches its career peak--so far, at least--when they perform a setlist of originals and covers at shadyside high school's homecoming dance. you're glowing the whole night, so happy to have made these connections and produced such amazing art with all these humans you love so deeply.

attending an olivia rodrigo concert with amber - you've always made fun of your friend amber for calling into every single radio station ticket giveaway, but when she manages to win ten tickets to olivia rodrigo's sour tour, you immediately rescind all teasing comments. you can't begin to thank amber enough when she announces that she's taking you, andi, buffy, cyrus, iris, kira, maria from the basketball team, and (reluctantly) her brother tj to the concert. the afternoon of the concert, everyone heads over to the kippen household to dress up and prepare for the concert. ms. kippen drives everyone, herself taking the tenth ticket, and everyone manages to fit into her minivan in a mostly legal seating arrangement (andi may be on buffy's lap, and iris may be crouching in the center section of the car, but hey, at least no one's in the trunk!). the concert itself is electric. despite never having endured heartbreak, cyrus sobs at every single song (but, not to worry, tj's there to supportively hold his hand the whole time). andi and iris sing along so passionately that it's a miracle they haven't lost their voices; you and kira share a pink cotton candy that's bigger than your face! by the end of the concert, everyone's exhausted from the rush of adrenaline and joy, and the car ride home is pretty quiet as everyone basks in the sated feeling. you all sleepover at the kippen house, constructing an elaborate maze of pillow forts in the living room before dozing off. you and your friends end up sleeping in 'til noon, when ms. kippen finally wakes everyone up with the smell of homemade pancakes.

gardening with cece - when andi invites you over to help with the gardening, she fails to mention what a serious matter you've just agreed to undertake. with a cold pitcher of lemonade as your sustenance, you and andi join cece in her meticulous plant upkeep duties. cece is a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about the various flowers spread about the garden, and she offers you her gardening cap when she notices how you're squinting under the hot sun. but don't let her kindness fool you: when cece somehow ends up in a passive-aggressive conversation with the neighbor about the location of some plumerias, cece swiftly dons her weapon of choice--the garden hose--and mercilessly discharges its cold water. the hose fight quickly turns into a fun opportunity to cool off, and soon, you and andi are collapsed in a muddy heap of laughter as cece chastises you for wasting water.

andi's lab partner in chemistry class - despite being an art-focused school, saava also has incredibly strong academic programs. alas, this is very unfortunate for you, as you aren't the best at science classes--so you're relieved when you're paired with a really kind and bright girl, andi, for this semester's chemistry labs. andi always manages to bring a certain magic to the routine and rule-based chemistry class, turning graphs of hydrogen levels into colorful maps that remind you of the astrology posters your friend libby likes to paint. and it's like andi's creativity unlocks your own imagination--with andi's help, you turn your simple coffee-decaffeination lab into a rube goldberg machine that creates splatter art! soon, your formerly most dreaded block becomes an exciting opportunity to collaborate with your new friend to make increasingly complex machines, sculptures, paintings, and other forms of art. your final chemistry lab of the year--an exercise in pH measurement that you and andi turn into a mixed-media installation that comments on the shift of identity many students experience when coming to a new school like saava--even gets featured in the "best of saava" monthly magazine! chemistry still may not be your best subject grade-wise, but thanks to andi's friendship and support, you find that you've learned a lot this year, and you really value the time you spent in this class.

psycholanalyzing beloved fictional characters with cyrus - on the first day of highschool, your first block class is the one you're looking forward to most--psychology. there's only one other freshman in the class, so you make sure to sit next to him. his name is cyrus, and soon, you and cyrus are bonding over your shared interest in the "childish" tv shows that your older brother teases you for liking. "if your brother teases you for watching them, why don't you come over to my place, and we can watch them together?" cyrus offers one day, so that afternoon, you head over to his dad's house. he introduces you to his dad and his step-mom sharon, both of whom are therapists (no wonder he knows so many answers in psychology class!), and you're super excited when they let you and cyrus flip through their paper copy of the dsm. sharon makes a bowl of popcorn for you and cyrus to share, and then you start watching pbs kids shows together, consulting cyrus's online copy of the dsm to jokingly psychoanalyze some of the characters from "arthur." ("technically it's a pirated copy of the dsm," cyrus explains bashfully, "but i was too scared to click on the illegal pdf, so i had my friend buffy save it for me.") after a few episodes of gleefully pathologizing fictional characters together, you hear cyrus's boyfriend tj knock on the front door. tj joins you for two more episodes of "wordgirl" (you find out that his favorite character is chuck the sandwich-making guy), and then the three of you eat dinner with cyrus's dad and step-mom before both you and tj have to head home. cyrus hugs you both, thanking you for coming over, and as you wave "bye," you feel so grateful for your two new friends.

#andi mack appreciation week 2021 #uquiz

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 29 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 29

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

(Y/n) didn’t answer anyone’s calls. She shut the ringer off and focused on her work. She had the receptionist turn away anyone who wanted to see her. It was so bad that Tommy and Vanessa were willing to camp outside of MCA. She had broken it off with Bret, telling him it wasn’t him, never him.

And he had been looking at rings that day, she had learned.

“Ms. Bass?” One of the upper management said. “The big boss wants to see you.” She sighed and made her way to the director’s office.

“Ah, Ms. Bass good. Please have a seat.” the director smiled at her. “I have good news.”

“Oh?” She asked. She wasn’t sure what his definition of “good news” was.

“We decided to give you a promotion,” they smiled at her. “It would require you to move to New York but you get more money and you get to pick any band you would like to represent as well as pick up any new bands you see perform.” they smiled at her. “How does that sound?”

“I...New York?” She asked. California was her home. She was born and raised here. She got drunk at the age of fifteen here. She loved and lost here. “You had to make a mistake. I’m not that good of a producer.” The director shook his head.

“You’re amazing (Y/n). All your bands are successful and you keep them from killing each other,” they smiled at her. “Think about it, you get to pick anyone you want to represent, you get free reign!” She sat there for a second. Tommy was busy with Heather. Vanessa was busy with work. Nikki was too high to know she was there. She had heard rumors about rehab, but she wasn’t sure. There wasn’t really anything making her stay.

“Okay. I’ll take it.” She told him, making him grin.

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Nikki sighed looking out the window of the rehab center. He felt good, but he missed (Y/n). He had wanted to reach her but no one would tell him how to get a hold of her. He had so many thing he wanted to say, so he took to filling a journal full of letters to her. Every time he thought about her, he would write in it.

“I’m tired of these support groups.” Tommy groaned, sitting in a seat at the table where Nikki was writing and doodling. “If I have to talk about my issues one more time…” He looked up at Nikki, who was deep in concentration. “Hey man, watchya writing?”

"Just stuff," he muttered.

“New songs?” Tommy asked. Nikki did have a few songs in the journal, but this was mainly for (Y/n). The song he had written with Mick was taped on the inside cover.

"Just stuff, Tommy ok." He didn't want to talk to Tommy right now. Everything he felt, a good chunk of it was directed at Tommy. And the therapist he was talking to helped him realize that.

“Okay, okay.” Tommy sighed. “I can’t wait to get out of here. I’m gonna have a barbeque. Maybe we could find you someone to hook up with?” He was trying to be a good friend because of what he had done to their relationship, but honestly, he was coming off as more of a douche.

"Tommy," Nikki sighed. "I just need space ok?" Nikki really didn't want to talk to him. He just wanted to finish his thoughts to (Y/n) and get back to group. He was over the shakes and pain. But he felt empty. He wanted to have her with him again to feel that void.

“I thought you said this place would put you back in a good mood.” Tommy got up and started to leave.

"I miss her ok," Nikki sighed. "I haven't been able to call her or talk to her." Nikki couldn't even say hey name yet.

“Hey man, I’m sorry.” Tommy sighed. “I wish things could’ve worked out better for the two of you.”

Nikki scoffed, "yeah right." He slammed the journal and got up.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” Tommy asked.

“You’ve been against me and (Y/n) from the start! Hell it’s funny, before you knew it was her, did you even notice how happy I was? How happy she made me? Part of the reason I kept partying was for you! Because I had to keep the terror twins going right?” Nikki couldn't hold it in. “Then the touring started and you… you didn't even realize you kept pushing these girls at me while I was high… I mean… come on… you freaked when I asked her to marry me.” Nikki sniffled. “I know it was soon, but I felt complete with her and… maybe we weren’t right then… but…” he shook his head. “Forget it, you wouldn't care anyways.”

“I do care!” Tommy yelled at him. “The night you were reported dead, I held her while she cried in the middle of my living room. I watched her smile less. I watched the light fade away in her eyes. I stopped her from getting back on speed or whatever. I watched my sister fade away and I know it was my fault!”

“Too late now,” Nikki muttered. “She won’t talk to me anyways… I screwed up again.” he turned to walk away. The memory of they way he treated her when she miscarried brought him to his knees slightly and shook his head.

“Hey, you okay?” Tommy asked, watching him.

“She went through the worst possible thing in her life and I was high as a kite… I couldn’t help her through it and…. She’d be better off if I was dead…” he disappeared from Tommy’s sight and back to his room.

Vince and Mick looked at the two and then to each other.

“You doing ok there blondie?” Mick muttered as he drank his water.

“I want to go home.” Vince sighed. “What was Nikki talking about though?”

“I don’t know, but I bet I know who would,” Mick said giving him a knowing look. “You haven’t talked to HER either. When was the last time? Was it before what’s her name left you?” Vince sighed.

“I want to get myself to a good place before I talk to her,” Vince told him. “She deserves better than a drunk singer with a death on his record. I can take two of those things out of the equation, but I think she’d prefer if I only took one out.”

“Well, we have a lot of work to do,” Mick sighed. “This is going to be a fun ride.” Mick said sarcastically. Vince just took a deep breath. It was time for group therapy.

****

(Y/n) was packing when Vanessa buzzed to be let in. She took a deep breath. She was dreading this. She knew her friend would be happy and pissed at the same time. She let her in and went back to her boxes.

“You better save me some tickets to broadway when you get there,” Vanessa grumbled as she helped (Y/n) pack. “Stupid hollywood execs are getting on my nerves.” she said. “I hate working for movie studios. Is it too late for me to switch?”

“Just last week you were gushing about working with Michael J. Fox. Is this because I’m moving?” (Y/n) asked.

“Maybe, but it’s also partly because they want me to get another new actor but there are slim pickings here and they don’t want me to travel out of LA.” she sighed. “Casting is a bitch at times.”

“Music’s not much better Nessa.” (Y/n) sighed. “Sex, drugs, and rock and roll only go so far. And I’m the one has to tell these million Motley Crue copycats that they’re shit.”

“Tell that to the countless Harrison Ford wannabes.” Vanessa sighed as she put away some clothes for (Y/n). She paused at a picture of (Y/n) and Nikki. “You kept this?”

“I...uh…” (Y/n) sighed. “He looked so happy. I want to remember that. Not the drugged out asshole I just saw not too long ago.”

“Wait… you SAW him?” Vanessa looked to her. “You guys didn’t….”

“We did…” (Y/n) smiled a bit. “And it was amazing. But then he shot up after and I...I can’t watch him kill himself like that.”

“He’s in rehab you know,” Vanessa closed up the box once it was full. “They all are. Mick called me, trying to reach you.” she smiled. “He was worried about you. He’s like a dad in this situation. VInce was worried about you too…” she trailed off.

“I’ll have you give him my number when I get a new one.” (Y/n) told her. “I just wish he would’ve went just a little earlier. But he’ll clean himself up and find himself a model or something. And he’ll forget all about me.”

Vanessa kept her mouth shut, not wanting to tell (Y/n) that Nikki was getting clean for her. She sighed and continued to help (Y/n) pack.

"I'll have a spare room for your vacation." (Y/n) told her. "I haven't even told Tommy I'm leaving yet…"

“That’s going to go over well with him,” she laughed. “You know what he’s going to say… I’m worried about… person…” she took a breath. “He’s been doing good according to Mick.”

"You can say his name." (Y/n) told her. "I just wish things could've been different…"

“I hope he gets better and you two get together,” Vanessa sighed. “I can see it a big romantic gesture and a chance meeting, staryeyes on both of you as you see each other from afar….” she sighed. “Crap I should write that!” Vanessa was in the middle of producing a romance movie and found herself writing one a lot of the times. “I am holding out hope… you two are perfect for each other, I think maybe it was just not the right time for you two, you guys were so young and just starting your lives.”

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But if it was meant to be, we'll find each other again."

Vanessa looked to her friend, “when do you get all this shipped to your new place?”

“The movers will come pick it up in three days. I leave in four.” (Y/n) explained.

“Need any help?” Vanessa sighed. “I might follow you… I hear things are going a bit… with VInces new wife…”

“Last time I talked to Heather, she said that you’re all he could talk about.” (Y/n) told her. “I’d love to take you with me, but your job is here. I don’t want to make you uproot yourself.”

“Yeah, but I’m going to miss you.” she sighed and packed up another box. “Pizza?”

“That sounds amazing.” (Y/n) said, looking out over California. “Order in or go out?”

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kayah16 · 5 years

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Getting To Know Each Other

Kiara sent Hakeem the information he asked for her stomach fluttering every time she thought about him. The articles she has read about him didn't do him justice. He didn't seem as bad as the articles seemed. He had nice brown eyes, when he smiled it showed his dimples, had nice sized ears, and his lips.

He had a nice set of lips and he looks like a good kisser as well. Why was she thinking like that? They just met. Going to fast, she chastised herself. Making sure she was presentable she set her laptop up. At the same time her laptop dinged and her doorbell rung.

She answered the call on her laptop and had to fight the smile when she seen Hakeem. Remembering that somebody was ringing her doorbell she held her finger up and went to answer it. It was her pizza and it was already paid for taking the pizza she headed to the kitchen.

Grabbing herself a plate and a cup. Going back to her room she put the pizza box on the bed and the soda on the floor. She thought Hakeem would have hung up but he was still there.

"You didn't hang up."

Hakeem stretched his tank top rising a little bit showing his v-line. Shaking her head from her thoughts she opened her pizza picking a slice up and putting it on her plate.

"No, I didn't hang up. What's up? How was work?"

"Long, a lot of new patients came in. A lot of paperwork. This pizza is the first thing I'm eating. What about you? How was your day?"

"Same. Tried going to the studio lay some tracks down and I walked in on my ex and her new boyfriend."

Hakeem gave a slight shrug folding his pizza slice in half and taking a big bite out of it.

"Sorry to hear that. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. She always does this sleep with whoever has a nice song after she don't be feeling them."

Kiara hummed taking another bite of her pizza. After she finished chewing it she wiped her mouth a napkin.

"Do you wish it was you?"

Kiara asked softly.

"No. Usually I let it bother me but I'm learning that relationships end for a reason. What made you become a receptionist?"

"It's a job. I get to work with Ms. Hanna. Why are you in music?"

"Only thing I know. How long you known Ms. Hanna?"

"Since I was a little girl. Always there for me. You have a great therapist in her. Tell me about yourself besides the fact you do music."

Hakeem was never open about who he was besides doing music. Girls only liked him cause of who he was. This felt different no girl has ever asked him to tell them about himself. He liked it and he liked her but it was too fast. Putting his slice of pizza down he started to tell her about himself.

He told her about Kingsley and Lola who are his half siblings. He showed her the scar on his chest from when he was shot. He felt good being open to a girl like this. Kiara told Hakeem about herself.

She's the oldest of two siblings. Lives by herself. She wanted to be a singer but decided against it. Hakeem made a mental note to get her in the studio to sing for him. They continued to talk and eat their pizzas until they both fell asleep on each other. For the first time in a while Hakeem had a good night sleep and so did Kiara.

AN: Fluff. Sucks. Sorry.

#Empire Fic #Hakeem and Kiara Fic #Kayah writes a mess

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wizardess-sweetheart · 6 years

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🌻 100 Questions 🌻

Tagged by: @sigurd-curtis 💗

1. What is your nickname? Sandee, like the one in Spongebob Squarepants but with double e's cuz y not? 😂😂😂

2. How old are you? I'm 19 years old. Looks like a 12 year old. Has a mind of a 5 year old. (lolz)

3. What is your birthday month? May 🌸

4. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus

5. What is your favorite color? BLUE ALL THE WAY. ALL SHADES. NAME IT. AS LONG AS IT'S "BLUE." 💙

6. What is your lucky number? 27 all the wayyy!

7. Do you have any pets? Yaaas boi. 4 cats: 2 black and white, a pure white, and a mackerel. 🐈💕

8. Where are you from? Mabuhay, Philippines!

9. How tall are you? (NUUUU, NOT THIS QUESTIONNN) Chibi-size: 1.5 m or 4'11" 😭😭😭

10. What shoe size are you? Baby feet: US 6

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Uhhh lucky pickkk! About 10? 😂😂😂

12. Are you random? YO DUDE 100% POSITIVE

13. Last person you texted? My sister.

14. Are you psychic in any way? *does some things with hands* Nope...

15. Last TV show you watched? Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir 💕

16. Favorite movie? Megamind (Told ya I'm a five year old haha)

17. Favorite show from your childhood? The Powerpuff Girls! Solid fan with head to toe merch, y'all. (I was a cool kid back then haha)

18. Do you want children? I don't like kids but if it's mine then...well, that's a different case. 😂😂😂

19. Do you want a church wedding? Where's the groom first? jk 😂

20. What is your religion? MCGI ✨

21. Have you ever been to a hospital? As a visitor? Yes. As a patient? Nah, dude.

22. Have you ever gotten trouble with the law? Nope.

23. How is life? Great but school's hard, man. Fighting! 👊

24. Baths or showers? Uhhh what's the difference? Is it the tub and shower thing? Where's the dipper (tabo) option here? #FilipinoProblems 😂😂😂

25. What color socks are you wearing? White with blue stripes

26. Have you ever been famous? YO DUDE, "FAMOUS (SIKAT)" IS MY MIDDLE NAME, Y'ALL. BUY MY ALBUM. 😂😂😂 but seriously uhhh idk haha

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Nah, I'll pass. People will just judge my wardrobe choices haha.

28. What type of music do you like? Alternative Rock, Pop Punk, Punk Rock, Metalcore, and my favorite, Post-Hardcore. \m/

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nah. Not my thing.

30. How many people do you sleep with? How about "how many stuffed toys do you sleep with" huh? Cuz I've got 5 haha

31. What position do you sleep in? Any position but mostly it's on the side.

32. How big is your house? Big enough to fit my family and cats (lolz).

33. What do you typically eat for breakfast? Idk man because the menu here goes by the motto "going against the grain." Breakfast can be lunch, merienda, or dinner here if you like.

34. Have you ever left the country? Nah, too lazy and too broke.

35. Have you ever tried archery? (yeah, Leslie taught me 😂) No, but I wanted to.

36. Do you like someone? As in "like-like" kind of "like" with a real person? Nah, too busy with my 2D and band boiz.

37. Favorite swear word? I don't swear but I go with alternatives like 'darn' and 'freakin' words.

38. When do you fall asleep? Depends. Early on a weekday, late on a weekend especially Saturday.

39. Do you have any cars? How I wish but none. But it'll be sweet to have one. 😎😎😎

40. Sexual orientation? Straight.

41. Are you a good liar? Hmmm, depends on the victim haha.

42. What languages would you like to learn? Some Japanese, Spanish, French, and a dash of Portuguese, please!

43. Top 10 songs? Uhhh it's hard to choose 10 songs if your music is 15gb (and counting) in size, yo. Just listen to the album "Entertainment" by Waterparks. 10 songs. All are gold. 📼💜

44. Do you like your country? YES.

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yeah, I believe so.

46. What is your personality type? I'm an advocate INFJ!!

47. Hogwarts House? Not a fan but Pottermore told me I'm a Ravenclaw.

48. Can you curl your tongue? Nope.

49. Pick one character you most relate to? Lowkey Death the Kid in terms of perfectionist problems and a Mel Glover in terms of introverted problems.

50. Left or right handed? Proud Leftyyy!

51. Are you scared of spiders? What's the size? If it's huge, shocking and deadly, imma say yes.

52. Favorite food? Sweets and desserts 🍰

53. Favorite foreign food? Alfredo Pasta

54. Are you a clean or messy person? CLEAN but if I'm busy, I tend to clutter my working table until I'm done with what I'm working.

55. If you could switch gender for a day, what would you do? Maybe have a formal fashion show, wearing all those cool-looking suit and ties or maybe do cosplay haha

56. What color underwear? Omg this is a question? Blues and whites 😂😂😂

57. How long does it take to get ready? 30 minutes to an hour. Depends on the occasion. But if it's just somewhere near, 5 minutes is enough.

58. Do you have much of an ego? Hmmm nah.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck 'em up but I'll eventually bite it if it's already pea size haha

60. Do you talk to yourself? Yeah, inside my head.

61. Do you sing to yourself? Yeah, sometimes.

62. Are you a good singer? HELL NO. The rain told me so.

63. Biggest fear? Not sure...

64. Are you a gossip? Unintentional gossip queen. It's not my fault that other people are talking loud enough for me to hear. 😂😂😂

65. Are you a grammar natzi? Lowkey grammar natzi wherein I judge people inside my head (lolz).

66. Do you have short or long hair? Usual anime long hair (above the bum). 😂😂😂

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Nope.

68. Favorite school subject? Science, especially Chemistry! 💕

69. Extrovert or Introvert? 100% INTROVERT

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope but I wanna try.

71. What makes you nervous? Hmmm imma say socializing and dealing with people, thinking that I might offend them with my out of this world humor.

72. Are you scared of the dark? Depends.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends on the people I'm correcting. If I'm close to that person then yes but if it's a stranger, no.

74. Are you ticklish? Nope.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Just between best/closed friends.

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Nope.

77. Have you ever drunk underage? Nope. Not my thing, bruh.

78. Have you ever done drugs? NOPE. Hell no. Not my thing, bruh.

79. What do you fantasize about? A lot of things.

80. How many piercings do you have? One each ear.

81. Can you roll your R's? Yep.

82. How fast can you type? Not 'that' fast.

83. How fast can you run? Pass. I'm not a fan of running.

84. What color is your hair? Black with a hint of dark brown under the sun.

85. What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

86. What are you allergic to? Cheap eye makeup.

87. Do you have a journal? Yeah, but I use it for doodles and drawings.

88. Are you depressed about anything? Nope.

89. Do you like your age? Sure. Why not. But there are times I want to be a lil kid again. Adulthood is hard, bruh.

90. What makes you angry? For starters, I hate those things that will make my perfectionist self mad (like my graduation picture which is not centered, hell no).

91. Do you like your own name? Yeah, sure. But sometimes I want it to be more of a 'z' or 'x' starter than the usual 's'.

92. Did you ever get a foreign object op your nose? Nah.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? Idk. I want to play swords and guns with my boy but I also want to dress up and play with my girl's hair. 😂😂😂

94. What talents do you have? I can draw but only to my preferences. Beyond that? Nah. I'm too lazy to try painting and watercolor.

95. Sun or Moon? Both 💕

96. How did you get your name? Through my aunts.

97. Are you religious? Yeah.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Nope.99. Color of your bedspread? Atm it's pink. 100. Tumblr best friend? No.1 hater here @goldsteindigger 🐈🐈🐈 I tag Ms. answer to question 100 next: @goldsteindigger be grateful, paki-bilisan haha 😂😂😂

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dr-robotnik-said-hella · 7 years

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1-50 of the Ask me things post!

1. What’s your middle name?

Rose

2. What are you listening to right now?

Goner by twenty one pilots

3. What was the last thing you ate?

Peanut M&Ms

4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

My mom

5. Do you drink?

Nah, I’m 14

6. Do you smoke?

Same answer as 5

7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone?

How they treat their friends

8. What is your hair color?

Dark brown

9. What is your eye color?

Brown

10. Do you wear contacts/glasses?

Glasses

11. Dogs or cats?

Cats

12. What’s your favorite animal?

I like axolotl

13. What’s your favorite television show?

Stranger Things and ASOUE

14. What’s your favorite movie?

The Empire Strikes Back

15. What’s your favorite band/singer?

P!ATD and TOP

16. How old are you?

17. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Yes, Shannon Purser

18. What’s your sexual orientation?

Bisexual/Pansexual (I’m still figuring it out)

19. What’s your favorite color?

Black and purple

20. What was your most embarrassing moment?

Every time I open my mouth, basically

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else?

24/7

22. What were you like when you were a kid?

Obnoxious

23. What would your dream house be like?

An apartment

24. What last made you laugh?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUOWXTZ1XkQ

25. What is your favorite word?

Apocalypse

26. What is your least favorite word?

Moist

27. What turns you on?

Aesthetically pleasing girls

28. What turns you off?

fuckboys

29. What is your star sign?

Taurus

30. What are your favorite books?

ASOUE

31. Do you have any siblings?

32. Do you like to dance?

Yes

33. What is your definition of cheating?

Betraying your lover (Idk)

34. Have you ever cheated on someone?

Nope, never been in a relationship

35. Do you regret anything?

A lot of things

36. Do you have any phobias?

I don’t like needles

37. Ever broken any bones?

Nope

38. Ever come close to death?

Yes, I’ve thought about it

39. What is your religion, if any?

LDS/Mormon

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist?

No. I need to.

41. Are looks important in a relationship?

Not as much as their personality

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad?

My dad

43. What is your favorite season?

Season 2 of Sherlock was good (jk Summer is my fav)

44. Do you have any tattoos?

Same answer as 5

45. Do you have any piercings?

Just my ears

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

047. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Um, almost all of my crushes are on fictional girls. *cough* BARB*cough*

48. Who is your celebrity crush?

Shannon Purser

49. Are you a virgin?

Yes

50. Do you get jealous easily?

Sadly

Damn, that was a lot. But thank you so much nonnie! That was a lot of fun.

Send me an ask if you want!

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