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[casuallyobssessed]

For You, I Would - Yandere!John Wick x Reader Drabble ❥ 260 Words

A/N: Hiii :3c instead of working on my Ted Logan x Reader thing, I got possessed and wrote this as a warm-up instead. Idk if this is truly Yandere or not, I've never used the term in my writing before. If it's incorrect, just lmk lol Divider by bernardsbendystraws

Warnings: implied kidnapping, canon typical violence type stuff

Archive of Our Own Link

John Wick has spent his entire life training and preparing for a love like yours. A brutal and honest love. A love that burns and aches and hurts. Pain, he's familiar with. He was born from it and grew numb to it early on. He knows how to roll with the punches.

It didn't matter how many times you hurt him; how many sharp words you flung at him or how many times you bit the hand that feeds. Slice him to pieces and he'd sew himself together just to crawl back to you with mangled limbs.

But you? Beautiful, sweet, innocent you?

You deserve the sun, the moon, and the stars. John would rip each star from the sky, one by one, if it meant you'd let him keep you without the heartache, without the fighting back.

If only you knew the lengths that he's gone to just to get your attention and have you in his grasp at all. He's burned bridges, cashed in on unthinkable favors, and buried the bodies of those who started looking too closely. The sacrifices he's already made pale in comparison to the things he'd still do for you. All for you.

He hopes that the softness of his love will eventually break down the venom on your tongue when he kisses you.

So, he allows you to scratch and kick and scream. He encourages you to let it out while he ties you down. And then, he will wait. Forever and a day, he will wait, until he is yours as much as you are his.

[jennyandvastraflint]

Paternoster Secret Santa fics

Hey there, these are all the fics I wrote for the Paternoster Gang Secret Santa exchange! I thought I'd gather them all here in case some of you are interested in reading them!

Lovers' Gloves (3.8k)

(for @capybaraonabicycle I'm so glad you enjoyed it, dear!)

Summary: It is the first Christmas at Paternoster Row since Strax moved in, and Strax was behaving oddly all throughout December. On Christmas Day, he surprises Jenny and Vastra with putting a wrapped parcel at their feet as a gift.

just freaks like you and me (5.6k)

(for @spaceuber it was a delight writing for you, and I hope you enjoyed it!!)

Summary: When Strax tosses an apple he tried to juggle at Jenny, Vastra snatches it out the air with her tongue and begins tumbling back through memories to a much worse time. In the greenhouse, Jenny comes to find her and they talk, and Jenny shares some of her past as well, and they decide to put on a circus show for the Irregulars together with Strax to create some positive memories tied to the tricks they learned at the circus.

battle in the bedroom (double drabble)

(for @marvellouspinecone and it was a marvellous delight writing about Strax for you, and also about Tom and Stonn in the two Greek Mythology AUs! So glad you enjoyed them!)

Summary: Strax is fighting his most formidable foes yet, and they have been lying low in Paternoster Row! He wins.

sun grieving - song remembering (473 words)

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death (canonical in the myth)

Summary: Tom and his lover Stonn meet each other near Sparta and fall in love. A discus throwing contest ends badly. The sun grieves. A flower to feed people is born.

The Fall of IC-4RUS (or: How Stonn crashed on Earth and met Tom in Ancient Greece) (1k)

Summary: Stonn, piloting the IC-4RUS, is following his commander on D4ED-A7US through the solar system, drawn in by the blue planet he sees there. Steering too close to the sun, Stonn abandons his home planet, the commander, and the war, and he navigates his ship to Earth on its last legs. There, he is found by none other than Tom, a young artist in a precarious living situation who is willing to take him in, and the two grow close almost immediately.

longing ocean deep, there's no remedy (5.8k)

(for @trekkingaroundasgard Writing this fic was painful as hell, but it was also fascinating to imagine, and now that I've touched upon Vastra post Jenny's death, I will not do it again XD I'm soooo glad you enjoyed it, even though the meeting with the Doctor was rather short compared to the buildup to it. I feel honoured to have written this for you!)

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

Summary: Through the decades, the little family at Paternoster Row 13 changes, until finally, with Jenny's death, there is no more Paternoster Row 13 to return to, and Vastra lives on on her own, grieving her dear wife for years to come.

One Christmas, the Doctor visits and comforts Vastra. They have a gift for her.

until the mornings comes to steal you away (6+k)

(for @jennyvastraflint This isn't yet finished, but I am so, so happy to be able to finally write my vampire AU, so thanks for providing an opportunity! I'm glad you are enjoying it as much as I am, and I reassure you the final chapter will be written and posted soon XD)

Summary: A vampire preying on young pretty girls is roaming the streets of Victorian London, making the ruling class fear for their daughters' safety. On a ball, two women meet, one veiled, the other not, and Vastra leads Jenny to quieter rooms so they are undisturbed... One reveal of teeth and a stake later, neither of them can deny the feelings the other woman sparked in their chest.

Navigating harsh employers, a thirst for blood, and increasingly muddled morals, they fall in love in the moon's silver light.

Kudos and comments on any of these are very much appreciated! Do keep an eye out for future announcements of exchanges if you are interested in the Paternoster Gang and would like to write for them! I might soon host another one ;)

[siriannatan]

Short Convex Drabble

One can not fight the urge to write some Convex when it arrives. It can be delayed with games but it'll be there until a thing is made so here we are.

If Scar had to describe how he felt when he was rudely woken up by what felt like a mild electric shock he'd say - 'like I've just been hit by a truck'. And he'd know how that felt. Being a hero he got hit by a few in his career. Said career was also why he was suddenly very much worried. The last thing he remembered was fighting a rather dangerous villain. So against every fibre of him hurting and telling him to carry on resting Scar opened his eyes with a groan. When was the last time he felt so...

Sudden click of shoes on the polished concrete floor of what looked like lab Scar was. It had him in even more pain as he tried to look for the source of it far too quickly. "Awake already? As expected of a top-rated hero," an amused chuckle had Scar's head spinning even more as he tried to focus. 

Even with how blurry his vision was at the moment and with no amount of blinking helping he could recognise the light blue blinking of the sculk. A mysterious technological infection. A physical virus overtaking electronics at unheard-of speeds and with no way back. It looked like it was all over the lab. Over the blurry walls. Over what looked like some sort of control panels. Scar wasn't all that knowledgeable about technology but he understood that it did not spell anything good for him. Especially if he was as connected to the covered in the twinkling shades of blue and green tech-mould as he felt he was.

He could also see a blurry figure. Checking something by the panels. Their hair looked to be long, tied in either a ponytail or a braid, dark. And they wore what looked like a white lab coat. As Scar's vision slowly recovered he recognised the white coat the assumed villain responsible for the sculk wore a white lab coat. And where it slid off their shoulder there was a patch of sculk twinkling almost in synch with the stranger's heartbeat.

"No need to overthink things, mister hero," the stranger chuckled. Now that Scar's brain was less scrambled it sounded eerily familiar. And far too human for what everyone assumed was behind the infection. And something in the way they moved was even more eerily familiar. Almost like... He could not bring up the memory.

He knew it was familiar. He knew it from somewhere, someone. But where or who? That felt like it was behind a thick wall of fog. Like something really didn't want him to remember.

"What are you doing to my head?" Scar managed to croak out. His head felt so damn heavy. "Modifying my memories..."

"I'm actually doing the opposite of that, there's this chip in your brain, meant to stop you from turning against the government," the stranger explained - certainly lying - and turned around. And another wave of that creepy familiarity hit Scar. Where did he knew this handsome, dark-haired scientist? Where... "Feeling like you forgot something important?" he hummed and an eerily blue screen of sculk formed by him. Scar guessed it was so the villain could keep an eye on him. But he was kind of right. Scar did feel like he forgot something important. "Don't worry Scar, just a little second and it'll be all back."

"What all? Where did you learn that name?" Scar tried to struggle as a wave of tiredness started to hit him strong.

"You'll remember in just a second," the man... Cub, some sleepy part of Scar's mind supplied, smiled flatly as Scar failed the fight against whatever was happening. "Just a little moment and you'll be free..." was the last words Scar heard.

[chacusha]

I skipped and selected a ton of questions from the writer meme for you:

2, 3, 7, 12, 13, 14, 16/17, 25

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

My additional tags are kind of a mess:

#1: Fanart <- not a fic tag #2: Fluff <- I thought this tag was overrepresented by my Fluff Bingo but actually, nope, it's accurate #3: Community: westerosorting <- just a tag I use to mark stuff I made for this community #4: Drabble <- dominated by old Disney works I archived last year #4: Missing Scene <- accurate tagging but boring

Tied for 6th are Meta (<- not a fic tag) and Character Study. I guess this is accurate (including that I am still more of an artist than a writer!). It's also interesting to me how many of these tags lean gen. Pining didn't even make it?!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I kind of discussed this already but giving myself/the characters some closure on a very messy unresolved relationship in canon is pretty common. Other features of my fic include pining/getting together fic; punchy (abrupt?) endings; characters who have identity issues working out who they are (this is actually a special case of the first thing, where the "messy unresolved relationship" is between the character and themself).

Not sure about details. I do a lot of introspective fic, so my fic is pretty heavy on characters' attitudes and inner monologues/feelings.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

To be honest, I am terrible at worldbuilding and only do it when not doing it would leave a glaring hole in the story.

Probably the most worldbuilding I've had to do is in my Ambassador of Love and Peace fic, and the main thing I'm proud of is my headcanons of what life as a temple acolyte is like, plus various details I've filled in about the political situation in Eisenberg and Harena.

For Star Trek, the worldbuilding I'm most proud of is my Mirrorverse Ferengi headcanons, but I haven't published anything with that yet.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I was having a lot of trouble with this question and the next one, but I thought of something: Slap-Slap-Kiss ("I hate you!" "Well, I hate you!" *characters passionately kiss*). I used to HATE this trope -- it was my least favorite 90s rom-com feature, easily in my top 3 worst tropes more generally, and I would include it in my Do Not Want (DNW) lists in exchanges. But ever since getting into Quodo, obviously I can't put it in my DNW list anymore because it's so core to Quodo, but I wonder if I have just mellowed out on the trope more generally?

The reason I used to hate it was because it was such lazy writing, where often people would collapse "I am attracted to you but there are these good reasons why I hate you and that makes things complicated" (which is a very legit source of tension and drama in a romance) into "ho ho these characters are sniping at each other from day 1 -- ~love at first sight~". Which is very WTF and also plays into all these misogynistic depictions of women where they need to be won over and no means yes and spitfire women are just asking to be tamed, etc. etc. Also, I just prefer ships where two people just really enjoy each other's company rather than are bickering all the time -- like, why would I want to watch people be in a relationship where they never have an unambiguously pleasant moment together? It's so depressing!

But Slap-Slap-Kiss works so well for Quodo (they are every 90s rom-com trope…), I think because their dynamic is meant to be comedic and it fits so well into their established characterization -- they're just kind of ridiculous enough to go from yelling at each other to kissing and not see anything weird about that -- and because they obviously enjoy the bickering and provocation aspects of the relationship too. It's possible I now can appreciate a bit more when sexual tension manifests itself as annoyance and yelling rather than just being baffled that anyone could get aroused when they're annoyed.

A similar thing happened with the tsundere character type. I used to just not get the appeal at all; tsundere characters were always my least favorite in media; etc. But I think my affection for Odo (who is a very pure tsundere type, at least when it comes to Quark) has kind of rubbed off on other tsunderes in fiction. I'm not sure -- results still inconclusive.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

This one I still can't think of anything for. I think a lot of my tastes have stayed stable over time. I am very easy to please and like all sorts of trope-y fiction. Give me all the high school AUs and crack fic and There Was Only One Bed and identity porn and...

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

Not really because I live dangerously. :P By that I mean for the most part, I will give any trope a try. And for tropes I'm not super into, I'm not sure it's the kind of situation where there are certain people I trust to handle it -- they're just not things I enjoy no matter how well-written or who's doing the writing.

That said, I am in theory interested in (for example) reading fic that delves into Odo and Mora's complicated relationship, but I have kind of learned the hard way to just ignore Odo+Mora-centric fic in the wild because so much of it contains Mora-bashing either in the summary/author notes or in the fic itself and I'm not really interested in that kind of story (in general, I don't like reading character- or ship-bashing stories). So that would be an example of a topic I would only check out if written by someone whose writing I trusted (for example, I would probably trust people who write in DW/AO3-based exchanges to handle it in a way I find interesting more than a person in the wild). So yeah, probably more generally, bashing fic or something adjacent to that isn't something I'd seek out, but would be willing to read if I knew that the writer really liked the characters they were writing about, even if the characters are flawed.

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

This is hard because I love AUs so much and will gobble up anything. For Quodo... Read and loved: Soulmates AU, Fantasy AU. Would love to read: Hunger Games AU.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I don't have a highly specific one, but I have an angel and demon AU for Quodo and a superhero AU for Altdea/Rindea that I'd love someone else to write (I don't have the ideas and/or time).

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

Probably a bit boring but in terms of websites, it's probably an online word counter when doing writing sprints (because the text editor I use most often doesn't come with one) and a thesaurus (because sometimes I struggle to find the word I'm thinking of, like, "What's the word that means X but has somewhat of a Y connotation," or whatever -- I'll look a nearby word up in the thesaurus until I find what I'm looking for). Wikipedia as a place to start for basic research. Fan wikis and Chakoteya.net for quick canon review.

Thanks for the ask! 😄

a collection of questions i, as a writer, would love to be asked !!!

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

Tangled Messes

Tangled Messes by phantomessangel

The envelope was easy enough to spot, crisply white against the backdrop of grey and tied neatly with a piece of red string, Shouta's name messily scrawled across the front.

The underground hero had zeroed in on the small token instantly, good eye quickly drawn to the contrasting piece the minute he'd made his way through the door, a sense of familiarity sparking at the string and familiar lettering posted atop it.

He knew that writing.

And he knew that string, neat and messy all at once binding the book and envelope together, to keep the flimsy paper from fluttering away.

He knew that stringed knot…hastily tied, but deliberately positioned as it always was whenever he'd seen it.

The man frowned to himself as he inched forward, across the rooftop, confusion and concern spiking as he placed more weight on his good leg, one hand reaching for the small book that pinned the envelope down, while the other braced against the siding of the ledge.

Words: 2447, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 23 of Dad Drabbles, Part 3 of Tied Together

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Sad Midoriya Izuku, Post War Arc, injuries, Grief, Guilt, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, letter writing, Sadzawa, Anger, Goodbyes, no beta we die like men

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47541757

[bluewren]

Chapter: 1/? WC: 3.9k so far. Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary:

This is a story about the rise of one woman and the fall of another. Taliesen is a Dalish elf thrown into a position of power, and intends to use it to benefit her people however she can. Calpernia is a formerly enslaved Tevinter mage, who lost her command when the rebel mages freed themselves from Venatori servitude. Both wanting to fix everything about the world that has wronged them, but circumstances place them on different sides.

Except:

The biting wind shot sand at her face and made it impossible to travel the desert to the old Tevinter ruins. Yet as soon as she takes one step inside, the howling stops. Taliesen can feel the stillness in the air. The falling bits of sand are hanging. It’s like she entered a world isolated from Thedas, untouched by the wear and tear of the present. The moment she steps through the door, she can see the rift hovering above. Demons and Venatori turned into statues, their conflict frozen in time. Yet even more unnatural is the fact that the fade rift does not shimmer, bright and yet frozen in place. It’s like staring at the sun, unyielding with its shining rays but otherworldly to stare at. Something’s unnatural about these ruins, more unnatural than the Anchor and rifts that Taliesen has been tied to. She takes the first steps. Her companions follow behind, suddenly falling into the trap that awaited all of them here. Solas, Sera, and Dorian turn lifeless when they step past the entrance, unaware of what would befall them. Immediately, Taliesen turns back to reach for them, feeling for pulses, and shaking them in place in the hopes of seeing them react. But nothing, they’re frozen like the rest of the creatures in this room.

Tagging the DAFF Crew 🥰@warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @exalted-dawn-drabbles @mogwaei @melisusthewee @blarrghe @agentkatie

[jaynovz]

Thank you for tagging me @nijinskys sorry it took so long, my stats page and I have a love-hate relationship

most hits (8,063): Strike Hard -- Cobra Kai. Probably b/c it's my oldest smut fic :D This started out as such a small but passionate little fandom and I wrote this fic right after s1 aired. Good times really, it was the first time I'd written fic in 6 years and I was very pleased with the reception.

fewest hits (42): [podfic] Cold, Dark, Depraved -- Black Sails. My most recent podfic, these never get a ton of hits or kudos, but thanks to everyone who downloads and listens. <3

most kudos (1,361): some ancient call -- Our Flag Means Death. Biggest fandom I've written for so far. Fun little creature au romcom I wrote right after finishing s1 OFMD. Didn't expect the fandom to get this big honestly!

fewest kudos (1): Tied for two podfic: [podfic] hand in unlovable hand --Black Sails and [podfic] announcing your place in the family of things -- Fetch Phillips Archives. Like I said, the pods never get very many hits or kudos. If you liked it after listening, please come back to drop a kudos on the page <3

most comments (129 threads): did the twin flame bruise paint you blue -- Black Sails. My big ol novel! Shout out to the ppl who commented on every single chapter I love you so much.

fewest comments (0): worst ending podfic again!

most bookmarks (384): OFMD creature rom com again!

least bookmarks (0): Four way tie of a bunch of podfic womp womp

most words (138,019): Break Up AU again, aka my Giant Silverflint Mod AU Novel. I DID IT BOYS!

least words (486): a resolution -- Watchmen. a little surreal drabble I wrote for a Rorschach livejournal comm a million years ago that I transferred to AO3, it was my first work!

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Thanks again Minnie, mwah

I think all the Sunder City and pirate fam have already been tagged but just in case here are a few :)))-- @asterofthevoid @lupismaris @calamitys-child @frodo-of-the-nine-fingers @rion-writes

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for exo and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

»» 12 Days of Lust Collab

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» Burning Bridges ♤ k.minseok ➥ 1.5k; Y/N always ended up coming back to Minseok, no matter how many fights nor how many times things ended. He was like a magnet, always drawing her back in and at some point, she knew she was going to have to cut him out of her life. It was time to burn bridges once and for all.

»» Aviophobia ♧ z.yixing ➥ 2.8k; Y/N has always hated flying. If she didn't have to fly, she wouldn't. The only thing that makes her trip better is the handsome stranger sitting next to her.

»» If I Kissed You ♡ b.baekhyun ➥ 2.5k; moving in with her best friend's ex-boyfriend sounds like nothing but trouble for Y/N, even if he has a girlfriend. But what happens when they break up?

»» the Doctor Will See You Now ♧ p.chanyeol ➥ 4.5k; Chanyeol was the type of man any woman would fawn over. Tall, handsome, smart, and compassionate. All the nurses in the trauma department are head over heels for him, especially when he volunteers his free time to watch over the newborns in the maternity ward nursery. He has everyone in that hospital wrapped around his finger. All except for one stubborn and hot-headed doctor— Y/N.

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— drabbles

»» New Friends ♡ p.chanyeol ➥ 436; Y/N meets and befriend a very tall stranger.

»» But You're Warm ♡ d.kyungsoo ➥ 527; Y/N spends a rainy morning in bed with her boyfriend, Kyungsoo.

»» No Ties ♡ o.sehun ➥ 617; Sehun is very adamant about not wearing a tie to Y/N's company's holiday party.

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[borealtwilight]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-6116 | Kix, okay so he's only MENTIONED but still Additional Tags: Brothers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Feels, Brother Feels, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Affection, Post-Canon, Post-Order 66, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fuck Canon I Do What I Want, Family Feels, Sibling Love, rex will forever look out for his brothers, ALL his brothers, cody is tired and needs so many hugs, cody is not doing so well after order 66, but!!!! rex is supportive and there for him Series: Part 2 of Fett Clan Archives Summary:

It’s been three weeks since Utapau, three weeks since Order Sixty-Six, when he’s finally found. And it’s not the Empire that finds him.

Or: Rex goes hunting for his brothers after the Republic has fallen and the Empire has taken its place. He won't always like what he finds, but he'll never abandon them in their time of need.

[luaspersona]

march bts archive ♡

a few reminders before you go to the recs:

⇢ the list is composed with 10 bts fanfics i’ve reviewed (reblogged) during the month! it doesn’t include: ongoing series and series i haven’t finished.

⇢ my blog is +18, so even if this list has some sfw stories please, minors do not interact!

⇢ feel like i missed a work? send me your fics for me to review too ♡

Put it on me

authors ⇢ @jimilter pairing ⇢ jimin x reader genre ⇢ smut; humor; pwp; strangers to lovers rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 8k summary ⇢ When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up. why i loved it ⇢ honestly just straight porn, but super well written and with amazing descriptions and jimin is like, the sexiest menace alive, paired up with a ridiculously gorgeous reader. it’s unhinged and funny and i can’t get enough of it.  ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

hey, it’s me.

authors ⇢ @yoongiphoria pairing ⇢ namjoon x ex!reader genre ⇢ angst; kinda lovers to exes rating ⇢ PG-13, but the MJ's blog is +18 only word count ⇢ 0.5k why i loved it ⇢ MJ has this amazing talent of conveying big, everlasting and devastating emotions with simple, delicate words. she writes a ridiculously small drabble and represents all the loneliness one can feel, and is so creative too! the whole voicemail concept from closer is used so cleverly here, this feels like a punch but in the best possible way. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

the one with yoongi, netflix, and zero chill

authors ⇢ @eoieopda pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader genre ⇢ fluff; fuck buddies to ? rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 1.1k why i loved it ⇢ if jade being the author isn’t reason enough, i wanna say this drabble has soft yoongi and delicate, domestic intimacy with a very confused reader lol, it’s super sweet and it’s a birthday story too 🥺 ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

Double Take

authors ⇢ @magicshopaholic pairing ⇢ hoseok x oc genre ⇢ angst; idol!au; unrequited love; neighbors!au; brother’s best friend!au rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 11.7k summary ⇢ Years after telling the neighbourhood brat to get a life, Hoseok does a double take when he realises she’s no longer the skinny kid who worshiped him once upon a time. why i loved it ⇢ i don’t often read unrequited feelings stories, but this one is just… mesmerizing. the best coming of age story i read in a minute, and written with such eloquence and with such interesting stylistic choices! you take zero seconds to empathize with the oc and i think it was so worth it, it made me lay for hours trying to process exactly how it made me feel. it’s part of a series, but you can read it as a one-shot and that’s why i felt like i NEEDED to add it to the list: it deserves so, so much praise! ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

Covert Affairs

authors ⇢ @minisugakoobies pairing ⇢ spy!jungkook x spy!reader genre ⇢ angst; crime; rivals to lovers; smut rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 4.3k summary ⇢ The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook. why i loved it ⇢ this was just so perfect, the teasing and tension between the characters was amazing 🥵 if you like that sherlock x irene dynamic of rivals who are attracted to each other you HAVE to read this — but pay attention to the warnings! ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

all you’re giving me is friction

authors ⇢ @hot-soop pairing ⇢ surfer!seokjin x lifeguard!reader genre ⇢ travel!au; angst; smut; fluff; strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers. rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 28.3k summary ⇢ You’ve graduated! Congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your  dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… Except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. And it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door. why i loved it ⇢ seokjin has chickens and he names them after league of legends characters, and i think that’s about enough evidence as to how amazing this story is lol. for real? i was laughing, i was smiling, i was crying: it gave me EVERYTHING i could’ve asked for ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!) 

mixtape

authors ⇢ @jungblue pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader genre ⇢ college!au; podcaster!au; humor; smut; fluff; strangers to lovers rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 15.6k summary ⇢ Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting. why i loved it ⇢ this fic is just so unbelievably charming, istg. all the dialogue is ridiculously interesting, and yoongi’s dynamic and chemistry with the reader just made feel like a teenager with her first crush. is really fucking amazing, i was completely in love with the story right off the bat. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

the lingerie era

authors ⇢ @yoon-kooks pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader genre ⇢ neighbors!au; fluff; humor; smut; friends to lovers rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 10k summary ⇢ Sending Min Yoongi, aka your ridiculously hot neighbor/childhood friend, a photo of yourself in lingerie might be the best or stupidest mistake you’ve ever made. why i loved it ⇢ min yoongi teasing the hell out of reader and struggling to communicate like an adult is my favorite trope lmao. this story is so sexy and so wholesome and so fun and so— *ahem* anyway, this was 100% worth it, i loved every second 😭 ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

liar, liar

authors ⇢ @eoieopda pairing ⇢ hoseok x reader genre ⇢ fuck buddies; smut; pwp rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 5k summary ⇢ Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff. why i loved it ⇢ dom!hoseok. that’s it. that’s the reason (ok maybe jade’s writing too because everything they touch is perfect but that’s beside the point), oh and so much teasing y’all, this is a dangerous one. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

what, now?

authors ⇢ @nabiolive pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader genre ⇢ fluff; smut (pwp); friends to lovers. rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 13.6k summary ⇢ For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they? why i loved it ⇢ to be honest this wasn’t in the list until yesterday, but then i decided to get through some of my trl and read this and… god, it’s just way too good. jungkook with freaking dick piercings and a sweet confession that leads to the most affectioned yer rough smut out there lol, please read this 😩 harrow is such an amazing writer i can't possibly stress this enough ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

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[thorndale-industries]

A little drabble inspired by the first snow we had here at the beginning of the month (as you can see I am a very fast writer). Some domestic fluff, some serious Illuminati business and discussions for you. 

Set at the end of 2028.

Word count:  3284

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13194387

Gentle tugging on the warm, and thick blanket rocked the slumbering man out of his sleep, bit by bit. Groaning, frowning, followed by a desperate attempt to hide his face under the cover, but the tenacious beast wouldn’t give in - not until she reached her goal. With one strong pull it won the fight she had perceived as a playful competition, and her owner’s bare feet where exposed - immediately seeking warm refuge again. Finally, the man’s eyes started to open, still squinted to thin lines as only the passive red-glowing shined through. His breath became heavier with each passing second that turned his feet into blocks of ice and a deep growl emerged from his dry throat. 

With his face lifted, his mind ambled into reality and leaving the realms of dreams behind as he rubbed away the sleep from his eyes. Disoriented, the first thing he saw was the back of the head of the woman laying next to him, her hair white and ruffled. The urge to fall back into the soft sheets, wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her exposed neck was tempting, as it were the gate to the paradise he had been forcefully threw out of, but the moment he tried to move into her direction, another pull on his blanket reminded him that they were not alone. Smacking his lips and longing for a glass of water for his parched mouth, Page turned his head to source of a muffled, amused growl. The black Malinios happily wagged her tail the moment their eyes met, hitting the grey parquet floor in an irregular rhythm that only got faster when her master noticed her. The blanket between her fangs, Pan tilted her head in hope to get what she desires.

“Hmpf, what do you want, Pan?”, the drowsy man grumbled into his shoulder, his eyes closed again. But instead of an answer, the dog quickly jumped to the other side to fully uncover him. 

“Fiiiiiiine”, he snarled, an unpleasant goose bump covering his pale skin. “I get up, whatever. Happy now?” And she finally let go of the blanket, poking his right foot with her wet snub nose, causing the man to shiver and jerk his leg, disgusted by the sudden touch. Now, he has been marked, was finally defeated and denied any chance to return to his imaginary kingdom.

He crawled to the edge of the mattress, ran his fingers over his warm face and clapped it gently to beat out the remaining signs of slumber, although he wished to return to it’s illusions and peace.  The floor didn’t cave in an inch when he got up and stretched his sleeping limbs - an extended yawn accompanying his movements. One last look at the resting woman still in bed to make sure her fragile sleep wasn’t shattered by the unexpected noises - her breath was regular, her lean chest moving up and down. She was deep in another world and with a smile, he hoped she took good care of what he had to leave for today. His steps were clumsy as he walked towards the plain wooden closet to grab the red cashmere robe that huddled against him immediately, stroking his soft skin as he tied it together to keep him somewhat warm. The excited dog gave him a gentle head-bump against his knee before trotting down the stairs to the open living space and with rolling his eyes, he followed his faithful companion.

“Why me? You would never do this to the Misses, right?” Robert complained walking down the stairs, his nose pinched. “Of course you wouldn’t, you like her way more than me, I always knew it! All he expensive food, the bribes, for nothing!” But Pan didn’t pay any attention to the grumpy ginger, hugging himself. “I still don’t know what you even want from me. Walkies? Oh and don’t you think I will give you the good treats after this stunt here. You got some making up to do, spoiled princess.”

The moment Page arrived at the lower floor, Pan revealed a content bark and jumped into the living room, and as soon as his eyes followed her, he immediately understood what everything was about. Charmed, his previously tensed expression turned into a delighted smile.

In front of him, the vast windows that occupied the whole side of the loft Gillian called her home offered the stunning view to another world. The Japanese Garden that was usually behind that glass had turned into a white landscape as far as his eyes could reach. Some plants remained steadfast and proudly presented their green among the covering white that robbed all other colours, but soon, their battle would be lost as well. Soft and big snowflakes danced down from the sky, swung from left to right before making their final land and added themselves to the beautiful picture nature is creating - knocking on the windows to herald winter’s arrival. For a moment, Robert thought he would watch a masterpiece being made instead of the garden he was so familiar with. He was always fascinated by this freak of nature - overnight, the world as he had it known had changed entirely without any leading sign.

The sensation of a wet snout slowly poking his knee brought him back to reality, broke the hypnotic spell that he was under, and with a little nod, he granted the dog’s wish - although the thought that this wonderful picture would be disturbed in a few seconds displeased him for a second. Quickly he opened the large glass door to allow Pan to conquer the white wastelands at their home, and without any hesitation she stormed off into the snow- jumping, diving her nose into it and chasing snowflakes in desperate attempts to catch them with her mouth. Her black tail wouldn’t stop moving out of joy, making one thing she could fly away anytime - happily barking and becoming one with her new friends. 

His elbow rested on the door frame as he scratched the auburn stubble on his chin - another uninvited guest from the night. The sight of his pet having the time of her life with something that simple filled him with joy, reminding himself how he felt when experiencing his first real winter and everything one would associate it with - but she was way more elegant than he was. His attention shifted away for a second, as it was drawn to the idle and passive glowing of menacing red reflected in one of the windows - his own reflection. Robert leaned in and tilted his head to take a closer look and the red, artificial ring that would now accompany him until his very last day - burned into his body. A content, confident smirk as he narrowed his eyes, a glance at the new face he still wasn’t used to, before it became a diffuse ghost as he focussed on the garden again. 

If it wouldn’t be for the unpleasant cold, Robert could easily call this season his favourite, but in the end he would remain the sun pampered man he always had been. And as if he has summoned it, he started to feel the prickly grab of the incoming breeze clinging to his bare feet, penetrating his skin like an army of invisible needles, making him take a deep breath, jump back and shiver. Yes, this was enough, time to close the door again and retreat into the comforting warmth, since Pancake wouldn’t come back that easily. Trying to shake the chill away, he shook his food before pressing it onto the ground to let the heating give him a genial massage.

“At least one here knows how to appreciate the weather.”  a drowsy voice echoed from the open kitchen isle.

Robert turned his head to spot his wife preparing the kettle, wearing the same morning robe as him - however, the silk around her lean body shined in aquamarine blue, while his was dark as the wine they had enjoyed the night before. Her hair was fluffy and tousled, barely implying how they were supposed to be, and her cheeks slightly rosy. 

“Did we wake you up?” he inquired as he stepped into the isle, leaning against the wooden frame that separated it from the living room - he always loved the bizarre mix of appropriate modernism, nearly futuristic, combined with the rustic tones of open bricks, stones and old fashioned elements. A coalition of opposites he always associates with the woman who just started to make some tea and coffee.

“No,” she shook her head, rubbing her right eye with the back of her hand. “I was snoozing for a while already and I was just looking for excuses to stay in bed. It’s beautiful outside, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Would be much more enjoyable if I didn’t have to leave today.” He pulled his robe closer together.

Gillian perked a brow, red-eyed - obviously more asleep than wake - and glanced at him for a few seconds before turning herself away to the expensive coffee machine and scratching her left calf with her right foot.

“For your yoga lesson, I assume.” 

Silence was the response Page gave to her as he chewed on his lower lip and moving his shoulders up and down as his hands quickly wandered into his soft pockets. The woman in blue only peeked over her shoulders and snuffled unimpressed, releasing a deep sigh.

“So that means you are going to GARM after all.”

“Only an inspection.”

“Are you still planning to acquire it?”

“Technically, my dear,” the ginger stepped in and leaned on the stone plate in the middle of the room with his head tilted, “It always has been our property. One way or another. It doesn’t matter whose name is on the official papers, since we always commanded what was going to happen there.”

“Not before Dowd and his friends made sure the EU had to sell it to us, Robert.” Gillian objected with an amused chuckle. 

The humming of the machine peaked for a moment, as hot steam left its insides to fill the charcoal mug beneath it with the brown liquid Page’s addicted body secretly longed for - and as if they had an arrangement, the kettle with boiling water calmed down in the exact same moment. The spacious place got filled with the charismatic aroma of Robert’s favourite kind of coffee, tickling his nose and igniting the desire to taste the delicious drink. And it was only an arm-length away after Gillian placed the mug in front of him with a tired, yet cocky smile.

“And exactly those people would be very ‘not amused’ when you would miss yet another lesson. I won’t be the one explaining the why this time, even Morgan is getting annoyed as you certainly know.”

She gently nudged the tip of his nose with her right pointer finger, a wide smile exposing her white teeth before she placed a deep kiss on his lips.  “And good morning, by the way.”

A warming shiver went down his body as their lips separated again, and with his eyes half closed, he paused for a moment to look at her and returned the smile. Then, his hands finally reached out for the mug.

“Well, the lesson was about 2 hours ago.” There was no regret in his tone -  on the contrary. He sounded like someone who took pride in not doing something his superiors expected him to do and his lips bent to a satisfied smirk.

Gillian drooped her head at his words and sighed even louder than before.  

“Uh, yes, if this is the case, I know won’t bail you out this time for sure. I want to see how you will attempt to smooth-talk your way out.” With a nod and wink she pointed at the living room. “Take a seat, I just want to finish that tea here. Under those circumstances, talking about GARM looks like the way more pleasant alternative.”

“Oh, so you want to join me today?” His voice surprised, with a hint of hope.

“Maybe. And here I hoped I could have at least one free and lazy day with the first snow of the year. But perhaps a place in the middle of nowhere is exactly what you and I need right now.”

With a little bow with his mug raised, for once he was obedient and walked back into the living room illuminated in soft blue and white hues, underlining the frosty and winterly atmosphere - and he know exactly what was missing, even in this early hour. The mug placed on the coffee table, Robert walked across the room to the fireplace and filled it with fresh wood billet after blowing away some of the ashes from last night. Soft crackling noises tuned in to fill the peaceful place with some life and background noise, and the red in his eyes found its equal in front of them. The warmth started to tickle and embrace his relaxed face.

“Good thinking” the woman’s voice interrupted the barely existing period of silence. She took a seat on the cosy corner of one of the couches, covered in countless pillows, and held her mug in her lap with her legs crossed and calves exposed under the robe. “So, please, fill me in about your plans, Robs.”

“How much do you know about the facility?” he inquired, sitting down next to her.

“Not much besides it’s location, honestly. It never crossed my desk as it never seemed to be something I should take care of regarding Belltower, unlike RBS and out other active research places.”

“True, it never was. Officially, it was always meant to geological data as it was built at one Europe’s last glacier. Drilling holes, catalogued, analysed, you know the drill. They tried to find more about nature and possible new resources to be used for humanity.”

“So, why did Belltower acquire it in our name and not one of our scientific fronts? It doesn’t seem quite militaristic to me. I can’t remember you ever mentioning this to me or making that decision.” Gillian scratched the back of her head as she pondered his words.

“Because I didn’t, Morgan was the one in 2025 when we were busy getting our OCM projects started. He may have mentioned it once or twice to me back then, but I didn’t pay any attention as it was irrelevant. Belltower used it as a secret operative base, as its location was simply perfect: In the middle of Europe in a remote place, no one would suspect any suspicious activity there and it was an ideal place to reach any important city in a few hours. Just like our blacksites it was hidden under an official name in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah and we saw how well that turned out. Slapping names and logos on everything might now be very wise.”

“Yet Belltower took the shot for RBS, not Versalife. Not you, not me. We came out with our hands clean.”

His wife narrowed her eyes at his last words, her expression drifting from neutral interest into a strange portrait of moroseness. “You were not the one who saw it all.” she murmured into her mug as she took another sip to cut off any questions her loud thoughts could cause. 

“So I assume you want to do exactly the same, just under more control? I can see why doing it yourself could be more safe in that case, as making Tarvos the ones officially owning it could be indeed a little bit suspicious. You know some things are not as easy as they used to before, there are shards on the ground now.”

Page’s face lit up as he tilted his head with a smile. “Exactly. And who knows, perhaps we might find other, resourceful opportunities that emerge with that acquisition. This is why I want to inspect it in great detail before making the final decision. And what is better than seeing it with your own eyes?” He moved closer to poke her waist with this elbow. “If we are lucky, we can kill two or even more birds with one stone!” 

“Oh, right.” Gillian frowned and rubbed her forehead while leaning back to rest her heavy, sleep-deprive head on the soft edge of the couch that hugged and pampered her sore muscles. To her surprise, her mind and body were still in the tight grip of rest and sleep, and her perception was clouded through a wall of cotton - everything sounded muted and not from this world. But she wasn’t annoyed but instead highly relieved, the long, haunting episodes of non-existent sleep has found its temporary end. “Lucius wanted you do create a new Spec Ops team focussing on the aug issue, right?”

“That and some sleeper cells that will be placed in all those slums and ghettos that are created while we speak. Especially the mood in the Czech Republic is changing rapidly. The once shining diamond, a perfected jewel of what an augmented society can achieve turning into the merciless sledgehammer that will crush it into pieces. A shameful display, isn’t it?” To give his words more weight, the ginger raised his fist before letting it fall into his other hand. “I thought the old man approached you about this as well.”

“He did,” the woman in blue responded, her odd eyes resting on the latest alterations on her husband’s body - once again a change in his face she would have to get used to, and she couldn’t help herself as she couldn’t take her sight off of those two blue dots every time they discussed the political climate and the associated social tensions. A shiver went down her spine, and it wasn’t from the cold that sneaked into their place. “We briefly discussed how we will manage the surveillance of those places and on which parties we should focus on next.”

“And?”

“Well, him and I agreed that the Santeau Group, especially their CEO Nathaniel Brown, should be a faction we should put on our priority list. With the upcoming constructional needs you have mentioned and their ridiculous pet project in the Omani desert, it’s very likely they will raise up and grow. How big is hard to tell, but there is always a line that shouldn’t be crossed. And of course there will be some political groups like the Augmented Rights Coalition we are already taking care of since they were founded in this year’s July.”

A deep sigh came from her, as she continued to rub her pulsating temples. “Hey Robs, can we discuss such things when I haven’t left the bed like 5 minutes ago without even finishing my morning tea?” Gillian groaned with a raspy voice. “I feel like my thoughts are just spinning and mixing up things. I hate this.”

“Oh course we can, My Love.” His warm hand slowly stroked her exposed thigh in an affectionate manner, his smile sympathetic and understanding. “So what do you say? Breakfast in Geneva? Perhaps we can call the Old Man and ask him for some recommendations?” A wink as he couldn’t suppress his chuckle.

“The first part sounds absolutely wonderful and something I could really use right now, the second absolutely dreadful and horrible and something no one can ever make me do.” Gillian’s pale face warming up, returning his infectious snicker and filling the room with their amused laughs.

“Splendid. I will call Armin to prepare the jet. We will be back this evening to enjoy this year’s snow in peace, I promise.”

“I know.”

They both leaned in for a kiss.

[itsaship-literally]

Holiday Beetlejuice Fanfics

Tis the season… Mistle-toads and Snuggle-bugs. Here is a list of wintery goodness to keep you toasty on these cold days.

FFN: link to fanfiction.net story Ao3: link to Archive of our own ⚠ : Incomplete 🎄 Christmas - 🎆 New Years 📺 Toon - 🎬 Movie - 🎭 Musical

Drabbles:

🎄📺 Oh Ho, The Mistletoe (Hung Where You Can See) by NoelleAngelFyre - Ao3

🎄📺 Beetle In The Box: A Christmas Oneshot by Beastchicky - FFN

One-Shots:

🎄 🎭 Babes It’s Cold Outside by 13CrystalDreams - Ao3

🎄📺 Babes It's Cold Outside by BD_Z - FFN - Ao3

🎄📺 Beetlejuice Christmas Special By HeartHeartHeartbeak - FFN

🎄📺 Underneath the Parasite by RubyDesires - FFN

One-Shot Series:

🎄📺 Of Beetles and Mistletoe by MakaylaBreanne - FFN

🎆 📺 New Everything by MakaylaBreanne - FFN

Multi-Chapter:

🎄📺 A Beetle-Juiced Christmas Carol BD_Z - Ao3 - ⚠

Notes: This list will be actively updated. Keep that in mind if you choose to reblog. | Recommendations are encouraged, but no guarantee that suggestions will make it to this list. Recs can be friendship or relationship so long as it’s winter holiday centric.

Note: If you write a holiday fic and want to be included. Dm me. Just in case I miss the post.

[professorlaytonpuzzlingprofessor]

Submission Box Open for Statements!

Hello Hello! This is a Out of Character post for the Eye Avatar Arc! A big thing in TMA(The Magnus Archives) are Statements! How Archivists collect stuff for The Eye! so I'll be opening the submissions box up to receive Statements from the other rp blogs if they so choose!

This post is for General Info regarding giving Statements, and rules and boundaries! It'll also include helpful links for general knowledge! I'll put everything under a read more so I'm not taking too much space on your dash!

So the nature of Statements are someone telling The Archivist about a strange or otherwise supernatural events that have unsettled or haunted them. These events are tied to The Fear Entities. The Entities, also called the Fears, the Powers, the Dread Powers, and The Things That Were Fear are, well. Eldritch-like Beings that feed on fear. So! moving on, The Eye isn't the only Entity from TMA, and You all should know that! here's a link to The List Of Fear Entities in TMA. It also comes with other helpful info that should help, such as how they can manifest, objects linked to each Entity, etc! (Note: The Extinction, given its nature, will not be accepted as an entity related to a statement period.)

Now on the rp blog front, I know we have. some batshit stuff, and aren't the most serious rp community around.(Understatement of the century) So I am not gonna ask for 100% serious juice and make you stick to what is on the wiki. So you guys can get creative! Have alil fun! I know I've already deviated from what considered canon for TMA. That aside, Here's some other info that should be useful!

Hershel, having the Archivist Status, can Compel someone to give a statement or answer a question, and have it come out clear and eloquent, while speaking the truth.

Events from submitted Statements do not have to be something that has been talked about on your blog! Use this as an opportunity to character study! or Write a drabble! go ham!

There is some overlap with each Entity, so if you're writing something for the Web and you notice the Eye has something similar! Don't Sweat It! The Entities have been compared to colors sometimes clashing, sometimes blending.

I will be posting these, So I do ask that you do use the tags i've put in the submissions page for the sake of organization! so if need be the Statements can be filtered<3

Happy Statement Giving! Send an ask if you need anything clarified and I'll do my best to answer any questions! Also I will be updating this post with a FAQ if need be! Good Luck!

[slightlyunconventional]

K's masterlist !

below is the updated (and cleaner) archive of links to all of my fics and headcanons, as well as my fandom/misc tags on the bottom of the post :)

si/x of cr/ows // sha/dow & bo/ne (these are all set like. during/after the netflix show timeline but the tag is six of crows 1 because i can't be bothered to change it and 2 i mostly only write about the crows and there's 6 of them so)

kaz reluctantly crawls through a very dusty vent with wylan and inej, in "stubborn."

then, in "windows", with the help of inej, kaz discovers he has hayfever.

in "unlikely", wylan takes care of a sick kaz on the ferolind.

kaz has a cold, and is exhausted, but still welcomes inej's care, in "tired".

nina and kaz find themselves hiding in a rich gentleman's dusty closet. nina 'helps' kaz to hold back, in "tease".

as a follow-up of sorts to "tired", kaz finds himself with his hands tied at the mercy of inej and a bouquet of flowers, in "bound".

in "assistance", kaz returns drenched with rain after a fight with a rival gang. inej lovingly helps him sort himself out as he fights with an oncoming cold.

kaz struggles with more spring allergies, and also gets lectured on stifling in "flowers".

kaz tries his damnedest to hold back an allergic fit from inej's rather potent cooking, in "spices".

in "whiskey", kaz is more than a little itchy from a few drinks, and jesper tells him to get his ass to bed.

kaz visits nina at the house of the white rose for some information for a job, but finds himself rather opposed to the brothel's decor, in "roses".

kaz has a rather dreadful cold in "careful care", and ends up letting inej care for him, even if only a little bit.

inej brings a stray cat back to the slat, much to the delight of kaz's sensitive allergic nose, in "the cat".

in "cleaning", kaz attempts to clean a bathroom, but finds himself dreadfully allergic to the surface cleaner he's using.

in "the heist one" (leave me alone i couldn't think of a title okay), kaz can't get a hold of himself, or his nose, on a job.

kink!inej induces kaz with a feather here (untitled, i couldn't think of anything 😭)

+ a very short drabble-style k/anej scene here

kink!inej induces kaz again! this time with perfume - cue a very very sneezy barrel boss - in "perfume" (a follow-up to the fic above)

k/anej drabble featuring sleepy sick kaz here

the incoherent drivel that i call kaz snzcanons: here, here, and here

+ some modern au kanej hcs (mainly kaz but some inej too) here

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please note: i don't really write for the below fandoms as much anymore, so this is more of just an archive of my posts for them. :)

stra/nger thi/ngs

my snzcanons: steve, steve 2, eddie, robin, nancy

allergic eddie fic here, and a sick steve fic here

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m/arvel

bucky is sick with a cold here, and then facing a dust allergy in a library here (both fics stucky related)

natasha comes home to wanda with a developing cold after a mission in the rain here

[strawwritesfic]

James Rhodes x Female!Reader: Part of the Package Deal

Summary: When you got married, people warned you that you wouldn’t just be marrying your husband, you’d be marrying into his family. Too bad no one ever warned you you’d be marrying into his friendships, too.

Rating/Warnings: All (Post-Captain America: Civil War; Captain America: Civil War Compliant; Hurt!James “Rhodey” Rhodes; Married!James “Rhodey” Rhodes; Vitriolic Best Buds; Mild Swearing; Avengers Compound)

Challenge: “100 Little Drabbles” by Wingu on Lunaescence Archives

Prompt: Break

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Notes: This is my first go at writing Rhodey outside of his occasional appearances in longer Tony-centric works. It’s long overdue, and I might have gone a little overboard with Tony just because I feel bad that I always focus on his friendship with Bruce instead.

Part of the Package Deal

Gravel crunched beneath your feet as you stepped of your sensibly-sized and -colored rental car onto the Avengers Compound’s sweeping grounds. Several huge buildings rose up around you high enough to block out the sun crawling westward toward the horizon. You pulled your sunglasses off to get a better look at your surroundings. So this was where Jim had been spending so much time for the past year. And how could you blame him? This place blew your modest home in Malibu out of the water.

No, no, no! Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shook your head back and forth until it cleared of the usual Stark razzle-dazzle. You refused to let anything here impress you. Tony thought modern architecture and flashy tech were enough to make up for the fact you never heard about your husband unless he’d been involved in an accident? Well, not anymore.

With one sharp exhale, you squared your shoulders and snapped your attention to the nearby doors. According to the map you’d printed off the internet, these led into the living quarters for the Avengers. You took one handle and yanked to no avail. Locked. Yes, you decided as you took a step back to look for any obtrusive security cameras, you were definitely in the right place.

“Tony!” You banged on the glass. “Tony, let me in!”

Peering inside revealed nothing but an empty room filled with exercise equipment. You knocked again.

“Tony, I did not fly all the way here from California for you to ignore me!”

“Mr. Stark is currently tied up in other matters. May I have your name, please?”

The cool, Irish-accented voice of a woman seemed to come from nowhere. You jumped about a foot away from the door. A minute or two of pulse-pounding shock later, you realized this must be yet another of Tony’s AIs. What had happened to JARVIS, you wondered. He never had to ask for your name.

“Your [Name], please,” the new AI insisted.

“[F Name] Rhodes,” you answered as you stepped back to the door.

“I have no such name on the approved visitor list for today. Please contact our publicity office to arrange for an appointment at a later date. Goodbye.”

“Hold it!”

No reply came forth. For all the good it would do, you smashed your fist against the door once more. Then you held your breath. Still nothing moved behind the glass. Had Tony’s artificial bouncer really just left you here alone?

“Ma'am, I’m afraid that if you do not vacate the facility premises in the next ten minutes, I will be forced to call in the authorities.”

Apparently not.

“Listen,” you said, still unsure of exactly where to look to get your point across. “You tell Tony that [F Name] Rhodes is here. If he still won’t let me in, I’ll gladly talk to whatever authorities you’re required to summon. If he wants the extra publicity, I don’t mind giving it to him.”

The woman didn’t answer. You wondered again what had become of JARVIS. JARVIS knew you. He would never have left you standing outside, listening for the sound of approaching sirens or Iron Man drones. Heck, he’d probably have opened the door without waiting to get permission from his precious boss.

Movement flashed somewhere in the back of the room a quarter of an inch away from you. A figure made its rapid way in your direction. Soon it was close enough for you to identify: Tony Stark had made an appearance at last. He looked uncharacteristically pale as he unlocked the door and pushed it open to allow you inside.

“Where’s Jim?” you asked after you dumped your purse on a nearby plastic chair—the only flat surface you could fine that wasn’t tile floor.

“Hello to you, too, [Name],” Tony said. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Don’t play dumb with me..”

“You’re a long way from California. It never occurred to you to call first?”

“The line was busy.” You folded your arms across your chest and asked again calmly, “Where’s Jim?”

Tony pushed his hair from his forehead with a sigh. You noticed he was having trouble meeting your eyes. “Resting.”

“Resting where?”

“Can we not do this right now? Let me show you to a room. We’ve got plenty available. When Rhodey’s ready, we’ll all have dinner together. I might even be able to dig Vision up from wherever he got to. We can talk then.”

As though Tony could weasel out of a conversation you wanted to have with him. You’d known him far too long for any of his usual stalling tactics to work.

“Tony, I’ll tell you this one time before I start pulling this place apart with my bare hands: Give me. My husband.”

Your eyes locked with his. A long pause ensued. You could practically see the gears (or suitably high-tech equivalent) turning inside Tony’s skull as he struggled to come with some comeback witty enough to distract you. Too late. Before he could utter another word, you turned on your heel to follow the dim hallway leading from the room.

“Wait!” he called after you.

You stopped and look at him over your shoulder.

“I…I can’t.”

“Why not?” You could barely keep the anger from your voice.

“Because he isn’t ready yet.”

“He isn’t ready for what?”

“Ready for you to see him!”

Gritting your teeth in a silent snarl, you marched right back up to Tony and jabbed a finger into his chest where his arc reactor used to sit. “You have no right to keep me from him.”

“I know.” He took the hand still prodding him, but instead of shoving it away, he wrapped his own hand around yours. “[Name], I promise, as soon as he’s okay, I’ll take you right to him.”

“‘Okay’? ’Okay’? Why is he not okay? Did something else happen to him?”

“No, not exactly.”

“What is he doing here anyway? He should be at the VA!”

“Trust me. This the best place for him. I’ve got one of the best neurosurgeons in the country on speed dial. Admittedly not the best, because he wouldn’t take my calls—but this one is excellent, too, and she’s keeping a good eye on him! I’m doing the best with what I’ve got, all right?”

He probably thought you’d drop the point of your husband being kept at Avengers HQ instead of a medical facility. After all, Tony was the man that built the greatest technical innovation the world had seen in decades while being kept prisoner in a cave with a box of scraps. But this wasn’t the fate of Tony’s reputation or his company at stake here. It was the man you loved’s life.

“Not good enough,” you said.

Tony pulled you back as you attempted a second break for the hall. “[Name], would you listen to me? Rhodey is as physically and emotionally fine as he can be. All I’m asking for is a little more time.”

Something about that request broke the dam inside you. Every horrible feeling you had experienced over the last few days crashed over you—the fear, the anger, the stress, the worry, all of it. Despite your best efforts to keep yourself upright and strong, tears filled your eyes. You ripped your arm free of Tony’s grip so that you could wipe your face dry with your sleeve and level a dry glare at him.

“I have given you time, Tony. It’s been days. I should have heard it from you, not from CNN.”

“I admit, when you put it that way, I could probably have handled the reveal a bit better.”

“How do you think I feel, knowing Jim is out there putting his life on the line for you, only to hear he’s been seriously injured while I’m listening to the news over dinner?”

“Things have just been a little hectic around here since Steve decided to play Dirty Harry, okay? I swear, I was going to call you just as soon as—”

“As soon as what? I am his wife, Tony! I deserve—”

“[Name]?”

Both you and Tony looked toward the hall to see a familiar man creeping up it, his hands pressed against the white wall to help him stand.

“Jim!” you gasped at the exact same time that Tony said, “Rhodey?”

For one shining moment, you remained so stunned to see your husband again that you failed to notice anything different about him. All you could do was stare at him in happy wonder—until he reached the end of the wall and nearly tumbled to the floor without further support. He would have fallen, had Tony not been quick enough to see what was happening and leap to fill the place the wall once had.

“Thanks,” Jim said.

“Don’t mention it. What are you doing out of bed?”

The two of them made their slow, staggering way across the room. You watched with one hand over your mouth. Could this really be the same man that had stood at the end of the aisle at your wedding? He looked the same and sounded the same, but, oh, Jim. Thankfully, you noticed where the men were headed before you gave yourself over to more tears. Your purse was unceremoniously dumped to the floor just as Jim collapsed into it. A few seconds went by as he caught his breath.

“I thought I heard the two of you arguing,” he answered Tony at last.

“We weren't—” But the cutting look you shot Tony prevented him finishing his protest.

“Sure,” Jim said, then he looked at you. “When did you get here?”

“About fifteen minutes ago,” you replied.

“Well, it’s good to see you. I was beginning to wonder when Tony would allow me to have visitors.”

“He didn’t.”

Jim frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m only here because I found out what happened on the news. Tony has nothing to do with it.”

“Oh. Oh. I’m sorry, [Name]. I should have called you. Between the media blitz and all the physical therapy, it never even crossed my mind.”

You put your hand gingerly on his shoulder and were relieved that he didn’t collapse under the added weight. “It’s okay, Jim. I don’t blame you for my finding out this way.”

“It isn’t Tony’s fault.”

You snorted, causing Jim’s faint eyebrows to lift.

“It’s not.”

“Jim.” Now your hand moved to cup his cheek. “This happened because you were cleaning up one of Tony’s messes again.”

Admittedly, you didn’t have all the details lined up just yet. One never could trust the news to tell the whole or entire truth about something, but this fiasco smelled strongly of one of Tony’s harebrained world-protection schemes. His role in keeping Jim away from for months at a time was a well-worn subject of argument between you and your husband; bringing it up now when Jim was so weak wasn’t exactly fair. But you couldn’t stand seeing him like this, and the knowledge that Tony had something to do with his injuries again only aggravated you further.

“I swear, you got hurt less often back when you only worked for the Air Force,” you said throatily.

Jim pressed one of his hands over the one you had on his face, then waited to speak until you could control yourself enough to look him in the eye:

“[Name], you know I make my own decisions.”

“And those decisions change if you think Tony’s going to get himself killed,” you grumbled.

“And you know I’m willing to call Tony out when I think he’s being an idiot.”

“Which doesn’t matter when he doesn’t listen.”

“And you knew that when you and I got married, Tony was part of that package deal.”

Another glare in Tony’s direction met with an odd expression on his part. Before it had felt like he couldn’t look straight at you. Now it felt like he’d forgotten you were even there, so focused was he on Jim. Could that be guilt you read on Tony’s face? Surely not. You turned back to your husband with a sharp breath.

“At the time, I didn’t realize the deal would involve so much of you two flying around in metal suits.”

Jim let out a soft, low chuckle. His eyelids slid shut. When he dropped his arm to his side, you reluctantly pulled your hand away from him. Tony knelt beside him to put his hand on the shoulder you had so recently held.

“You had a rough morning. You should be in bed,” he said.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Jim tried to wave him off, but Tony stayed put.

“I mean it. You want to backslide? All that progress we made this morning? Gone, because your stubborn ass has to come running whenever I get in a fight.”

“You’re not in any condition to go toe to toe with [Name] right now.”

“When am I ever?”

The two of them grinned at each other in that infuriating way that only a couple of guys making a private joke could. Seeing as you were the butt of that private joke, you did not crack a smile. You allowed them to continue smiling, though, until their little “bromance” moment stretched on a little too long. Both men started when you cleared throat. Maybe they had forgotten you were still standing there with your arms crossed over your chest.

“And what, exactly, about this morning was so rough?” you asked frostily.

The look Jim and Tony exchanged that time was different—more raised eyebrows and frowning—but equally infuriating.

“What aren’t you telling me?” This question you directed at your husband. “I came out all this way to find out what’s been going on, so one of you had better spit it out.”

“Or what?” asked Tony.

“Tony, I think she’s serious,” Jim said.

“So am I. Is not knowing really grounds for a divorce? I’m just weighing our options here.”

With an aggrieved sigh, Jim shoved Tony out of his immediate personal bubble. Tony must not have wanted to keep their shared secret too badly, because he did nothing to prevent Jim from taking a deep breath and saying:

“Tony’s got me doing some…experimental physical therapy.”

Well, that wasn’t a comforting explanation. “So you’re a physical therapist now?” you asked.

“Among other things,” Tony said.

“Look.”

You could not ignore Jim’s soft request. Instead of firing back at Tony as you so badly wanted to, you returned your attention to your husband. He tapped at a glowing blue circle about halfway down his thigh. From that light sprouted a complicated system of pulleys and joints and even more lights that sprawled across Jim’s legs and hips. So eager had you been to see him alive and moving that you hadn’t even noticed this addition to his body.

“Tony made these for me,” he said. “Without them, I wouldn’t be able to walk at all.”

Your mouth opened. Your mouth closed. Again. Again. Again. Still unable to think of any way to express your thoughts on the matter, you raised your head to look at Tony. You were surprised to find his brown eyes shining when they met your gaze.

“We’re still working out the kinks. Rhodey is—” Tony coughed a few times, then went on, “Rhodey is amazing. He’s doing great. Really great. I’m just trying to get the braces up to his speed.”

“We’re both getting there. Together.”

Tony shook his head, unwilling to accept Jim’s encouragement. His eyes and yours were trained on each other like magnets. “You weren’t supposed to show up until he was perfect. That’s why I didn’t call. I wanted to give him back to you good as new.”

“Tony…” Jim began, but once more Tony waved him off.

“I owe you both at least that much.”

Neither you nor Tony seemed able to figure out what to say to each other after that. At least you finally managed to break eye contact. He looked back at Jim, tried to smile, failed, and awkwardly stuck his hands in the front pockets of his pants. You turned your head to blink rapidly at the wall, cleared your throat again, and tried not to cry. After struggling to find words to say to Tony for another minute or so, you gave up and went back to Jim instead.

“You really think this is what you need? Not rehab at an actual hospital?” you asked.

He didn’t miss a beat. “I trust Tony. This is what I want to do.”

Normally, Tony would have taken this compliment and rubbed it in your face until it ground to dust. That day he didn’t react at all. Didn’t blink. Didn’t grin. Didn’t so much as offer a single quip. He seemed to be waiting for you to make the next move. His behavior threw you off, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized just how little Tony was acting like himself at all. The whole catastrophe with Steve—and Jim’s injury—must have really rattled him.

Then it hit you: Jim wasn’t just staying here for his own sake; he could never be that selfish. Tony needed Jim just then just as badly as Jim needed Tony. You couldn’t tear him away.

“Fine,” you said.

“Fine?” Tony echoed.

“What’s fine?” Jim asked.

“You can stay. I won’t drag you off to the nearest VA like I was planning to.”

“You won’t?” A hopeful note crept into Tony’s voice.

“Really?” said Jim.

“Really,” you answered.

They both cheered. If you’d given them the time, you suspected they might have actually embraced. You did not give them the time, however. Tony could change his mind just as quickly as you, so you needed to get things arranged as soon as possible. Neither he nor Jim noticed you taking a step away from them, but they couldn’t fail to hear you say:

“Just let me go get my bags out of the car.”

You made a beeline for the door you’d come through before either of them could register what you said. Such ringing silence could not last. No sooner had you placed your hand on the door handle than did Tony shake off the lingering shock.

“Wait. No one said anything about you staying,” he said as he came after you. “No, no. This is a secure facility! I’m sure we can find you a nice hotel nearby if you really feel you need to—”

“Tony,” said Jim.

“She’s not an Avenger!”

“Yeah, and neither are we much these days.”

Then Jim tried to get to his feet. It looked more to you like he was having a seizure. His feet scuffed against the floor while his fingers grasped the edge of the chair he sat on. Very slowly and very arduously, he finally managed to stand. You held everything you had inside you very, very still to prevent yourself from running over to him and helping him over to Tony’s side. He got there all on his own several agonizing minutes later. There he clapped Tony on the shoulder and shot him a tired smile.

“Besides, you knew when [Name] and I got married, she’d always be part of the package deal,” he said.

Tony’s lips pursed together at that. They squirmed for a long time. At last, without bothering to so much as look in your direction, he said, “Fine. She can stay.”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“But you have to say in the wing where we house the orphaned SHIELD agents!” Tony’s call followed you out of the compound and back onto the lot where your rental car sat waiting.

“Tony—” Jim began in a warning tone.

The door shutting behind you prevented you from hearing the quarrel that surely followed. Those two were always like that, especially when it came to you. As you hefted your two suitcases from the car’s trunk, though, you found you didn’t care. You didn’t care about having to listen to Jim and Tony argue until they were blue in the faces or drunk. You didn’t care about the fights you and Tony would get into when he inevitably got bored and started picking on you. You didn’t even care that it looked as though you and your husband would not be returning to your home in California soon or ever at all.

No, all you felt in that moment was grateful. Tony Stark might have put a lot of stock into the work of his own hands, modern architecture, and flashy tech—but he put more stock into his friendship with you and with Jim.

[gentlemancrow]

Crow's TMA fan fic Masterpost

GREETINGS!! Welcome to my tumblr and BEHOLD!! A master list of all of my TMA fics which can be found on my AO3 here! Feel free to peruse, and I'll keep this list updated as I write things! :>

Multi-Chapter Fics:

In Scientia, Magicae - A Beauty and the Beast inspired AU. Martin winds up the new assistant to the mysterious and beastly Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute. Together they must work to unravel the secrets of magical statements, the nature of magic itself, and The Archivist's curse before it overtakes him, the institute, and perhaps even the entire world.

The Graveyard Shift - A Halloween themed fic! (Written for the @seasons-in-the-archives Halloween Event!) Werewolf Martin gets transferred to the graveyard shift in The Archives which is run by Vampire Jon. Supernatural workplace shenanigans ensue.

Anyone Can Whistle - An unabashedly fluffy Holiday karaoke fic! The Archives Crew heads out for karaoke! Both Martin and Jon try so hard to win the attention of the other a potentially disastrous miscommunication occurs, only to be mended by the magic of Sondheim...

White Shores Are Calling - Written for the Fiction Podcast Big Bang 2022. The year is 1863 and ghosts are all the rage, but Head Butler Jonathan Sims of Magnus Manor does not believe in ghost stories. Until, that is, he finds himself inextricably tied up in the mysterious tale of Martin, the last lonely spirit remaining there. Though Jon too, is facing the end of his mortal life, he will do whatever it takes to unravel the secrets of the house and free them both from its tethers.

One Shot Fics:

Written in the Stars Will Have to Do - A post Mag 200 fic about healing, moving on, and a stolen wedding for two people who don't technically exist underneath the stars.

Presented in Technicolor - A Scottish Safehouse fic where Martin is left with his fair share of demons after The Lonely, and they haunt him in the form of parroting lines from all his old favorite movies when he should be able to finally tell Jon how he feels about him.

The Grapes of Mild Annoyance - Written for the What the Tapes Didn't Catch zine! (@tapesdidntcatchzine) Jon is being extremely weird about grapes during lunch. Martin is decidedly concerned, to say the least, but the reason why comes as a rather pleasant surprise.

One Night in the Garden of Unhappy Endings - The Archivist keeps telling him there is nothing left of Jon inside of it, but Martin never believed that. Not really. Martin is tired of unhappy endings, and only he seems to understand that fate is only a story itself. It can be rewritten, reborn, regrown as well.

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