Hi everyone! Man I really do miss being on this side of the world.. I miss you guys. I'm trying to get my creative streak back and its been quite the journey and it hasn't been a fun one if im being honest.. But with spooky season being around the corner, I'd really love to bring spooky tales with kay back. So if anyone has suggestions for like ANYTHING, please let me know. Help ya girl get her mojo jojo back again, please.
miss you🥹
hi 🥺, I miss you too sweet anon 🥹💌
(A/N: She's back again! And she's found a new love within the cast of Wednesday as well as the series! So hopefully this unlocks all the need for motivation that I've been lacking! So please feel free to send me your request because I'm dying to fill some!)
A/N ii: Gif is not mine, & I'll probably be going over and editing old work just to fix them up and make them look more cleaner, within the next few weeks!)
(Y/N) was cleaning tables at the Weathervane Cafe, mindlessly listening to the ballad from the radio, occasionally swaying to the melody. This was one of the many benefits about closing the Weathervane alone; now that the monstrous bear attacks had stopped she could finally have a sense of ease in working alone. She had collected all the mugs into one basket before returning to the kitchen to clean them off and prepare the bar for the next day. As she gave the bar and chairs a final once over, deeming that it was all prepped and ready for tomorrow she shut the lights and made her way out, locking the doors behind her. Stepping out into the cool breeze of Jericho, she clutched her to cover her mid region “Should we take the scenic route or the shortcut? She asked herself pondering her decision for a brief second before making her way into the forest “It has been a while ol’ scenic route.” She whispered to herself almost as if exchanging a secret with someone.
She slowly made her way through the forest getting lost between the branches and the moonlight, ever since the bear attacks had occurred she’d stopped working at night completely. Her parents were afraid it wasn’t an actual bear but the students of Nevermore killing people in town; however , she wasn’t a believer that a student would go out of their way to kill random people. As she continued walking through the forest she came across the usual shed, only this time it was covered in rose thorns and vines, and it was lit inside, two things that had definitely changed since she’d stopped walking out this way. She slowly approached the shed, not exactly sure of what she’d be walking into or what she’d find but she was always curious to see what was inside the shed. As she reached the doors of the shed she heard someone let out an exhausted sigh as well as something hit the floor of the shed.
She leaned against the shed door to see if she could hear anything else but what she didn’t expect was for the door of the shed to easily creek open causing her to practically follow the door in it's pursuit only to nearly hit the floor if it weren’t for her quick armed savior. “I wasn’t spying!” She decreed loudly, her eyes still closed from the initial shock of almost kissing the ground. “I believe you.” The voice said softly, curiosity taking over her as she cautiously opened her eyes to be met with wide green eyes that now demanded all her attention. “I didn’t-umm- I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you were doing I just. The shed had been sealed shut for such a long time”. She explained to the green eyed beauty as he chuckled, “Yeah, I cleaned it up and made it my own private art studio.” He replied calmly as she briefly escaped his gaze to look to the side of him to see the canvas he was working, the charcoal stained the canvas, and all that bore the canvas were eyes.
She quickly scanned the surrounding pieces that hung along the clothesline, as well as the little pieces scattered on the backboard, with multiple different mediums. “Couldn’t finish?” She asked curiously as he sighed “The image changed at the last minute in my eyes.” He replied as she nodded “Do you mind?” She whispered as he quickly let her go bringing her to her feet “Well secret studio, I’m (Y/N).” She said, extending her hand as she smiled at him, he nearly flinched at her introduction, “Well creeper (Y/N), I’m Xavier.” He said clasping their hands together.
“Well Secret Studio Xavier, I should be leaving you to your masterpiece, the image will only continue to change the longer you wait.” She offered as he shook his head “It’ll show up again in my dreams, don’t worry about that Creeper (Y/N).” He joked as she chuckled, nodding “Well I should be on my way anyway, parents are probably gonna send out the dogs soon for me.” She replied sheepishly as he nodded “Stop by the Weathervane whenever you’re in town, I’d love to see how it turns out.” She gave her final sign off before she closed the shed doors behind her. Taking in a deep breath as she replayed his eyes in her mind, those green tranquil eyes and the smell of charcoal and paint, she knew she’d be seeing him again, and it was just a matter of when she’d see Xavier again.
Why do I desperately want it to be you? When I’m sure you’ll do nothing but disappoint me.
(A/N: Look who's back, and like actually meaning it! Stranger Things really got your girl back in the game and ready to write again, so if you guys. have any request feel free to send them my way. It felt good to actually write again. I apologize for being a bit rusty)
Spoilers to Season 4!
“Can you believe all the crazy shit that’s been going down lately?” Veronica asked over the phone as you twirled the cords between your fingers “It is crazy isn't it? I just feel so bad for Chrissy.” You reply as she mumbles her agreement through the phone, Veronica wasn’t the biggest Chrissy fan, but the girl had just died, so the small amount of empathy was called for at the time. “Yeah you’re right, but I mean she was hanging out with the druggie freak Munson so what did she expect?” Veronica sneered, her distasteful tone for Eddie Munson was splattered all over the phone “Vee? You really think he killed her?” You whispered not wanting to give her any leverage into thinking you felt sorry for Eddie, when in reality, you did.
Eddie Munson wasn’t the ‘freak’ everyone plagued him to be, he was a sweet guy, funny, kind, literally the softest person you could ever meet. He wasn’t this hell worshiping monster people painted him as, he was just a nerdy guy who loved Dungeons and Dragons, and hard rock. “Uhh duh. He was the last person Chrissy was with, and she died in his trailer trash yard, so I think he killed her. And rumor has it the boys on the football team think the same thing, so if I were him, I’d book it out of Hawkins.” Vee countered, and you could feel her growing impatient as she talked about the situation. You imagined her looking over her nails at this point in the conversation, no longer interested in the whole Eddie/ Chrissy thing.
“(Y/N)! You have some friends here!” You heard your mother call from downstairs. “Alright Vee, I’ve apparently got guest to entertain, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You replied as she mumbled a quick bye and just like that the click of the phone went off and you placed it back on the receiver by your bed. “Who is it Mom?” You asked as you hurried down the stairs, and just as you got to the last step near the doorway you froze in place “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You whispered as you watched Dustin, Max, Lucas, Steve, and Robin awkwardly wave at you. “Oh you got some new people in the party?” You replied now pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked at Eddie Munson, and Nancy Wheeler. “The more the merrier right?” Steve mocked as you threw a cold stare his way.
“Harrington, shut up. Henderson, you better start running your mouth, and explain what the hell is going on.” You threaten as you retreat back up the stairs, not wanting your mother to hear anything that she wouldn’t believe. The partial Brady bunch followed in pursuit with Dustin hot on your trail as he began babbling at the mouth about the newest curse that had just plagued Hawkins, once again, and just as you finally made your way to your room you sat on the edge of your bed, with your hands running over your face “Can we never have a normal anything in Hawkins?” You moaned as Max sat beside you placing her head on your shoulders, as your arms wrapped around her small frame, almost as if second nature.
“But I guess I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed you guys.” you replied quietly as you returned your attention to Dustin who is now pacing back and forth as he's trying to formulate a game plan, and just like that, your once normal Spring Break, was gone and the chase was on.
(A/N: Look who's back, and like actually meaning it! Stranger Things really got your girl back in the game and ready to write again, so if you guys. have any request feel free to send them my way. It felt good to actually write again. I apologize for being a bit rusty)
Spoilers to Season 4!
“Can you believe all the crazy shit that’s been going down lately?” Veronica asked over the phone as you twirled the cords between your fingers “It is crazy isn't it? I just feel so bad for Chrissy.” You reply as she mumbles her agreement through the phone, Veronica wasn’t the biggest Chrissy fan, but the girl had just died, so the small amount of empathy was called for at the time. “Yeah you’re right, but I mean she was hanging out with the druggie freak Munson so what did she expect?” Veronica sneered, her distasteful tone for Eddie Munson was splattered all over the phone “Vee? You really think he killed her?” You whispered not wanting to give her any leverage into thinking you felt sorry for Eddie, when in reality, you did.
Eddie Munson wasn’t the ‘freak’ everyone plagued him to be, he was a sweet guy, funny, kind, literally the softest person you could ever meet. He wasn’t this hell worshiping monster people painted him as, he was just a nerdy guy who loved Dungeons and Dragons, and hard rock. “Uhh duh. He was the last person Chrissy was with, and she died in his trailer trash yard, so I think he killed her. And rumor has it the boys on the football team think the same thing, so if I were him, I’d book it out of Hawkins.” Vee countered, and you could feel her growing impatient as she talked about the situation. You imagined her looking over her nails at this point in the conversation, no longer interested in the whole Eddie/ Chrissy thing.
“(Y/N)! You have some friends here!” You heard your mother call from downstairs. “Alright Vee, I’ve apparently got guest to entertain, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You replied as she mumbled a quick bye and just like that the click of the phone went off and you placed it back on the receiver by your bed. “Who is it Mom?” You asked as you hurried down the stairs, and just as you got to the last step near the doorway you froze in place “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You whispered as you watched Dustin, Max, Lucas, Steve, and Robin awkwardly wave at you. “Oh you got some new people in the party?” You replied now pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked at Eddie Munson, and Nancy Wheeler. “The more the merrier right?” Steve mocked as you threw a cold stare his way.
“Harrington, shut up. Henderson, you better start running your mouth, and explain what the hell is going on.” You threaten as you retreat back up the stairs, not wanting your mother to hear anything that she wouldn’t believe. The partial Brady bunch followed in pursuit with Dustin hot on your trail as he began babbling at the mouth about the newest curse that had just plagued Hawkins, once again, and just as you finally made your way to your room you sat on the edge of your bed, with your hands running over your face “Can we never have a normal anything in Hawkins?” You moaned as Max sat beside you placing her head on your shoulders, as your arms wrapped around her small frame, almost as if second nature.
“But I guess I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed you guys.” you replied quietly as you returned your attention to Dustin who is now pacing back and forth as he's trying to formulate a game plan, and just like that, your once normal Spring Break, was gone and the chase was on.
( a mix of angst, fluff, and plot focused dialogue prompts in the form of questions. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
Okay, so I have finally caught up with Stranger Things, and I must say I am in love with the new season and the characters, so if you'd guys like, you can send some request my way, but expect some work to be released within the week!
It's been a year I believe since I last posted here. I have to say I am sorry for that, last year I really thought I was ready to hop back into writing but I wasn't. It took me a while to find my groove back, and then I lost it again lol. I started writing on a side blog for my anime endeavors, just to separate the two blogs, so if any of you guys are into anime its @anotheranimewriter. But even though I was putting out content over there, that also has become stagnant because of my writers block, but this year one of my main goals before anything is to log onto my computer nearly everyday and write something. I do miss you all, and all the responses to my writing, it really does mean the world to mean and effected me in more ways then you can imagine. So to all my new followers thank you for joining me, and to all my old followers thank you for sticking around. 2022, will bring more writing from me, within good lights. Thank you for believing in me, and never giving up on me. That being said, I can't guarantee I will pick up old projects because its been a while, and I know a lot of you guys were enjoying them and for that I do apologize. I know it's the same old story but this time I mean it, with a full heart, so just bare with me cause it will be a rocky road okay?
Lots of love,
Kay 🥰
(A/N: So this is my first time writing for MHA, so please go easy on me.. Who should I write for next? Also can we just admire how crisp this gif is?)
Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi x GN!Reader
word count: 941
He leaned against the back of his seat fidgeting with his pencil between his fingers. The classroom was filled with murmurs and chatter that served him no purpose. He sighed passing a hand through his untamed hair, he wanted nothing more than to be drinking an energy drink but he forgot to pack one in his bag as he was heading out of the dorms. The pencil between his fingers had become his sole focus as the room became silent to him, his mind wandering off into the distance until he felt a cool object lightly tap his hand. Looking away from the pencil to the energy drink that was now placed on his desk “Thank you.” He whispered knowing the person who placed the drink on his desk was now on the other side of the classroom.
“Hey (Y/N)! That’s a cool sweater, where’d you get it?” Denki asked resting his elbows on their desk as (Y/N) looked down at the sweater they were wearing examining the article of clothing, slightly raising an eyebrow it “I have no idea.” They responded as Denki let out a hearty laugh as some electricity passed through his “How do you not know? Didn’t you buy it?” He asked as Sero placed an arm around Denki’s shoulder “Or maybe it was someone else’s.” Sero hinted as Denki turned to give him a confused expression until Sero’s words clicked “Oh? Oh. Oh! You have a boyfriend!?” Denki bursted out as (Y/N) flinched at the loud outburst and before they could defend their case Aizawa entered the classroom. “Everyone in their seats, we have a lot to discuss about the final exams.” He spoke in his typical monotone voice as everyone hurried to their seats.
As soon as Aizawa began speaking and class was in session (Y/N) had quickly drowned out his words, as they rested their elbows on the desk placing their cheek in the palm of their hand. Where did the sweater come from? It was a pullover sweater, something they typically didn’t wear, it was a bit roomier than other sweaters they had in their closet, and the style was very different from their own. So where did this sweater come from or as Sero suggested, who’d it come from? On the other side of the classroom Shinso had snuck a peek at (Y/N), the confusion on their face was quite enjoyable for him, cute even. He never thought he’d ever seen his sweater on their body once again, but here it was, one of his favorite sweaters on their body over their uniform. A slight tug of his lips as they curled upwards, for just a second before it quickly vanished, he typically never used his quirk on people he considered kind but that situation was different.
Hellooo, is so good to have you back, i'm really glad you decided to keep writing because you are amazing at it, seriously. So, that being said, i would like to request prompt 18 misc.
Take your time and i hope you have fun writing.
Have a great week, sweetheart 💖
Thank you sweetheart 🥺, it means a lot. I definitely want to start it but you didn’t put who, so if you could send me a message or even another anon inbox with the person for your request. Once again thank you darling it feels good to be back 💕✨
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Alright that is all my announcements for now! Talk to you all soon!
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Okay. Here we go. Again. Another new year another struggle. So, I’ve been debating this for a while, and I’ve been having an internal struggle with this for too long. I love you all, you have all given me the best 3 almost 4 years of my writing life. If I didn’t have any of you I probably wouldn’t believe in my capability, I wouldn’t have owned up to my “talent.” So thank you. Thank you all; I don’t say that shit enough, regardless of why you followed me or if you keep up with my writing, just thank you for being here, for liking something, for commenting, reblogging, the sweet anonymous messages. Thank you.
So with all that being said above. It’s time for us to talk. With this year I’ve had a lot of crazy shit happen that I’ve told a few of my mutuals, and somethings I haven’t told anyone. So this shit post isn’t for pity, it’s just to show you all where I’m currently at and the reason behind my future actions. 😶, okay so now let’s get into this years events revolving me okay? I shall warn you the TIGGER WARNING STARTS HERE , I shall let you know when it’s over. There will be A LOT, and I’m sorry.
2020 for Kay:
So after all this shit from 2020, I realized without you guys. I don’t think I would’ve been able to semi pull myself up. You have all been nothing but understanding and accepting and even though you could’ve never known about all that shit, just you guys being here. Supporting me, means the world to me. I can’t tell you all how many times I cried myself to sleep, how many times I felt like shit, and then you guys comment these amazing beautiful things that I personally feel I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve you all, all the love and admiration, I genuinely don’t. And even though i don’t feel I am a worth it, or anything for that matter then you guys come along and you make me believe i am, you all make me believe I have a shot at being something. Something past this fork in the road. And I couldn’t be anymore fucking grateful.
Okay. Phew. So the tougher part. For the blog I currently have a few request which I will unfortunately be deleting before 2021. Unless I have written the story and all it’s awaiting for is some editing. I would never want to delete the request and not tell you. So there you have it, the request in the inbox shall be deleted on Dec 31, 2020. I shall try to finish most of them but I honestly refuse to give you all half assed shit. You deserve better.
Another thing, 2021 I have fought on this idea as well, but I’m no longer fighting it anymore. I am starting to put my novel on the front line. No more side bitch treatment. It shall be my main focus, if you all would like to walk with me on that journey please let me know, I would be more than happy to share my progress and process with you all. Now with that also being said, my amazing best friend is currently my little ghost reader but I know a few of you were interested and wiling to also read the novel and be apart of the process, and I would appreciate that very much, so if you would like to do that please message me to let me know.
I will now have an actual schedule, for 2021. I think it’ll keep me on better track so I’ll probably post 2 times a week. Meaning upload times will still be stagnant, and I’m sorry about that. And the blog will be getting a rebrand because, it’s just stale to me and it no longer makes me happy to look at it.
Alright, I’m done now. That will be the new 2021 Kay. I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put you guys through this year and I’m sorry for all the changes, and I hope you can understand and honour these changes. But if you can not, I understand this 100%, just know whether you choose to stay or leave for the New Year, I have nothing but appreciation and love in my hearts for all of you. So thank you for this amazing gift you’ve given me that I could never repay you all for. You’ve all given me the power to support my words and the strength to continue pushing even when I felt like giving up on my darkest days. I love you all. If you would like to keep up with me during the better me process you can follow my socials below. But other than that, I once again thank you all. I appreciate you, I love you all. And I hope you have an amazing holiday and New Years.
-Kay 💛
Okay. Here we go. Again. Another new year another struggle. So, I’ve been debating this for a while, and I’ve been having an internal struggle with this for too long. I love you all, you have all given me the best 3 almost 4 years of my writing life. If I didn’t have any of you I probably wouldn’t believe in my capability, I wouldn’t have owned up to my “talent.” So thank you. Thank you all; I don’t say that shit enough, regardless of why you followed me or if you keep up with my writing, just thank you for being here, for liking something, for commenting, reblogging, the sweet anonymous messages. Thank you.
So with all that being said above. It’s time for us to talk. With this year I’ve had a lot of crazy shit happen that I’ve told a few of my mutuals, and somethings I haven’t told anyone. So this shit post isn’t for pity, it’s just to show you all where I’m currently at and the reason behind my future actions. 😶, okay so now let’s get into this years events revolving me okay? I shall warn you the TIGGER WARNING STARTS HERE , I shall let you know when it’s over. There will be A LOT, and I’m sorry.
2020 for Kay:
So after all this shit from 2020, I realized without you guys. I don’t think I would’ve been able to semi pull myself up. You have all been nothing but understanding and accepting and even though you could’ve never known about all that shit, just you guys being here. Supporting me, means the world to me. I can’t tell you all how many times I cried myself to sleep, how many times I felt like shit, and then you guys comment these amazing beautiful things that I personally feel I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve you all, all the love and admiration, I genuinely don’t. And even though i don’t feel I am a worth it, or anything for that matter then you guys come along and you make me believe i am, you all make me believe I have a shot at being something. Something past this fork in the road. And I couldn’t be anymore fucking grateful.
Okay. Phew. So the tougher part. For the blog I currently have a few request which I will unfortunately be deleting before 2021. Unless I have written the story and all it’s awaiting for is some editing. I would never want to delete the request and not tell you. So there you have it, the request in the inbox shall be deleted on Dec 31, 2020. I shall try to finish most of them but I honestly refuse to give you all half assed shit. You deserve better.
Another thing, 2021 I have fought on this idea as well, but I’m no longer fighting it anymore. I am starting to put my novel on the front line. No more side bitch treatment. It shall be my main focus, if you all would like to walk with me on that journey please let me know, I would be more than happy to share my progress and process with you all. Now with that also being said, my amazing best friend is currently my little ghost reader but I know a few of you were interested and wiling to also read the novel and be apart of the process, and I would appreciate that very much, so if you would like to do that please message me to let me know.
I will now have an actual schedule, for 2021. I think it’ll keep me on better track so I’ll probably post 2 times a week. Meaning upload times will still be stagnant, and I’m sorry about that. And the blog will be getting a rebrand because, it’s just stale to me and it no longer makes me happy to look at it.
Alright, I’m done now. That will be the new 2021 Kay. I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put you guys through this year and I’m sorry for all the changes, and I hope you can understand and honour these changes. But if you can not, I understand this 100%, just know whether you choose to stay or leave for the New Year, I have nothing but appreciation and love in my hearts for all of you. So thank you for this amazing gift you’ve given me that I could never repay you all for. You’ve all given me the power to support my words and the strength to continue pushing even when I felt like giving up on my darkest days. I love you all. If you would like to keep up with me during the better me process you can follow my socials below. But other than that, I once again thank you all. I appreciate you, I love you all. And I hope you have an amazing holiday and New Years.
-Kay 💛
If you guys want like constant shit post and random things to make you laugh or think, I’m starting Twitter shit as a personal goal of mine for 2021, yes I know, very pathetic but hey. It is what it is, so please feel free to follow my shit post account and keep up with me when I run away on my bullshit unplanned hiatus. Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk. 😭
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