#( but ye an alt verse of that or some time before it if you want!! )

[just-horrible-things]

'Verse: Resistance Alt: Ari forced to whip Alex Timeline: Something like a week after the rescue of Ari and Alex

For @sir-fenris who asked what happened to that healer...

Rescuing Rowan [First | links to follow when I close up the gap]

Ariadne is ready to coax the healer out of his cell - ready for fear and reluctance and uncertainty. She isn't ready for the young warlock to stagger to his feet, come straight to her, and collapse into her arms. "Woah," she murmurs, "Easy, I got you. We're here to get you out of here." "'s he.... still alive?" "Alex?" Ari’s breath stops, a lurch like falling. She doesn’t know why. "My... cellmate? Yes. Yes, he's alive and – safe and he's going to get better, thank you." The teen clings weakly to her jacket, shuddering. Ariadne glances back, unnerved, at Taryn, who gives her a thumbs up.

There isn’t time to give all the reassurances and explanations she ought to. Ari tries to set the healer back on his feet, but his knees buckle. “I’ll carry you,” she decides, already manhandling him by her grip on his arms. “Hold on tight.” He cooperates as she crouches to heft him onto her back. Bony legs wrap tight as they can round her hips. The movement sets off a fit of deep, wet coughing.

“Alright?” Taryn checks. Ari nods. The kid barely weighs a thing. “If I go down, you run to Taryn,” she tells him. “She’ll get me up, don’t worry.”

Back in the hallway, they both look up and down the rows of doors, then meet eachother’s eyes.

“We can’t take everyone.” Taryn’s the one to voice the harsh reality. “We can open the doors,” Ari returns. “Some of them might be well enough to run with us.” A moment’s further hesitation, then Taryn nods.

She breaks the locks one by one. Each takes no more than a couple of seconds’ focus, a sharp gesture, and a flash of light. Ari follows behind her, repeating, “This is a break-out. Run if you can. Help someone if you can. This way, follow us.”

Not all of them make it even past the doors of their cells. All of them are weak, drained out, underfed. Scared and confused. In no state to be running. But they won’t make it if they don’t run.

Pursuit catches up with them only halfway down the hall. The door slams open and the feds pour through already shooting. Healers scatter, screaming. Half of them hit the floor either shot or trying not to be. Ari ducks automatically into the closest cell for cover.

Fury is a wild thing, clawing at the inside of her ribcage. She wants to fight, she wants to face them and kill them all or go out shooting but – the kid on her back has an arm around her throat, half-choking her as terror lends him a little extra strength he didn’t have before. 

If she stays and fights, he will die here.

“With me!” Taryn is yelling. Meant for Ari, and meant for any healers who can hear and obey. Stepping out into the line of fire feels like madness, but Ari trusts in Taryn’s magic. Swallowing, she breaks into a run.

The gunfire is deafening. Bullets ricochet from the concrete. The air’s full of blood.

Taryn is running already. One hand is up, casting, the other grips the wrist of a wide-eyed healer. She’s levitated another, the poor guy curled up in midair with his hands over his ears. Ari pelts after her. 

There’s an enormous tearing crash behind her. Metal screaming, masonry falling. Dust blooms past her. Ari doesn’t look back. There’s at least one healer still up and running on her heels. Frantic footfalls, a voice choking on fear. Taryn’s at the locked door ahead and it explodes ahead of her, firing shards of metal into the room beyond. 

Slowed for a moment by casting, Taryn glances back once to check that Ari’s behind her. Her eyes are wild, teeth bared in a grimace.

They run.

Ari calls the directions, and Taryn breaks doors open ahead of them. Wherever Ari sees uniforms, she shoots. When the feds duck for cover it buys the escapees precious seconds. When they’re the ones who have to duck and hide, it eats time.

The girl Taryn’s dragging by the wrist is stumbling, struggling to keep pace. She’s not been here long enough to be starved to skin and bone but she’s bleeding through her clothes and she’s weak. The one held in Taryn’s magic is still curled up tight.

The kid on Ari’s back is holding on for dear life, but his grip is slipping. With her gun in one hand she can only support one of his legs. The other keeps sliding down from her hip to her thigh until it interferes with her ability to run and she has to waste seconds hoisting him back up. 

Doors and halls and rooms flash past in a blur of breathless violence. Ari’s only half sure where they are, which way they’re going, like a half-forgotten dream. She can only pray her intuition is leading her right.

And then they’re back in the zone they started in, following their own trail of destruction. Bodies, rubble, bloodied footprints on the concrete. Ari shoots, and shoots, and her gun clicks empty, and it takes her another attempt to realise. Reloading is an ordeal, the kid on her back struggling to keep his grip without either of her arms supporting her legs.

And then the wall Taryn blew open to get in is ahead of them, a slice of floodlit nighttime visible through the ragged gap.

They’ve already started to barricade it. They must have known they’d come back this way.

“Just run,” Taryn orders tersely. “Straight ahead.” It should be suicide. But Ari trusts Taryn. Lungs and legs burning, she plunges forwards.

A spearhead of fire rushes forward ahead of them. A wave of light and heat and flame, forcing the feds to stagger back or duck for cover.

Plenty of them still manage to fire their guns.

Ari feels the impacts like punches to the gut, the chest, the thigh. Instinct tries to tell her she is dying, she is dead. She stumbles as the suffocation of it tries to drag her down. But she keeps running, straight ahead. Taryn’s magic holds. Screams are all around her.

Then she’s through the cordon and the sky opens out above her. With the after-images of flame still leaping in her eyes, she can’t see Taryn. She can’t see where she’s going. She just pelts onwards, hoping to find flat ground under her feet. Shots keep ringing out from behind.

Then Taryn is right there, pushing Ari sideways, and the unexpected force almost sends her sprawling but she takes the hint and turns and they run on. She can’t go much further. She’s flagging already, slower than Taryn and Taryn is dragging a person – literally dragging the girl bodily across the ground now, her legs must have failed her.

The other one, the one she was levitating, is gone. Left behind.

When Taryn stops, Ari practically trips over the prone healer. Her body is screaming at her, telling her she’s done too much. It’s nothing. It’s barely pain. It doesn’t matter.

Taryn lifts a manhole cover with a gesture, and bodily manhandles the healer into it. Then she gestures Ari forward. Finding the rungs to climb down takes excruciatingly long seconds. She bumps the kid on her back against the far edge of the hole and he makes muffled noises of pain into the back of her neck but he just about keeps his hold.

Her limbs shake like jelly as she climbs. Taryn doesn’t tell her to just drop, which must mean she’s almost out of magic.

At the bottom, the floor feels like concrete again under her boots.

Taryn is the last down, and as the cover fits back into place above her, it takes the light with it. The darkness is absolute. 

Finally it’s quiet enough for Ari to hear the ringing of her own ears. It’s not silent, though. The healer on the ground is sobbing, muffled as if she has her hand over her own mouth to try and stifle it. Ari and Taryn are panting heavily. Somewhere, something is buzzing or humming – or maybe that’s the tinnitus too.

Exhaustion washes through Ari like a wave. The temptation to let her knees buckle is intense. She could just fold to the ground right here and lay face down. Except she’d probably never get up again.

“Oh my god,” the healer whispers into the side of her neck. “Oh my god.” “Welcome to the Resistance,” Taryn says.

[zepskies]

Happy Sunday! Fanfic question time again! This is more general but curious if you're a plotter or a seat of the pants (or some combo) kind of writer? If you do plot, do you wait until you have the beginning, middle and end mapped out or do you start before you know your end point and hope to find it along the way?

Also, do you listen to music while you write?

Hey, lovely, Happy Sunday to you too! 💕

Ooh I love these types questions, thank you!!

1. What kind of writer am I? ✍🏽

I like the terms "Plotter" vs. "Seat of the pants" kind of writer. In the past I've called them "Architects" vs. "Adventurers."

In most respects, I consider myself a Plotter/Architect. My brain craves structure to an almost ill degree when writing. 😂 The way I beat writer's block while working on a project is by having a roadmap of what's going to happen next, and that's thanks to my outline.

It'll include plot points, scene changes, and even dialogue and parts of scene that occur to me as I'm plotting. (I don't want to forget them!) This doesn't mean that plot points won't change, or get switched around, or get chucked entirely. But if I have the blueprints of the house, I can change a window here and there, so to speak.

So for longer stories like "Never Say Goodbye," "Smoke Eater," and "Break Me Down," I had a very extensive outline that I had to sketch out entirely before I started writing. I also have outlines for longer one-shots, especially ones with multiple parts, like in the Midnight Espresso-verse.

In fact, the only stories I freeform are the shorter requests/imagines that are sent in to me.

2. Do I listen to music when I'm writing? 🎵

Girl, HELL YES. 🎶 Music is a big part of my life in general, but I need to listen to music when I write. Depending on the story, character, setting, fandom, etc., I'll listen to different kinds of music to get into the vibe of that story.

On the story/chapter post, I often include what particular song inspired me because I felt the lyrics, genre, and/or vibe encapsulated the story I was trying to create. After all, most good songs are stories themselves.

For Break Me Down, for example, I think I've shared with you that I chose "All My Living Time" by Radio Company as the series song inspo. It influenced many of the story's chapter titles. But I also listened to "If I Didn't Care," and a lot of Frank Sinatra, Mel Torme, and others in that genre to get the vibe of Ben in my head.

As another example, when I write for Jason Teague or Sam Winchester, I listen to a lot of 90s - early 2000s alt rock and grunge — like Lifehouse, Matchbox 20, Pearl Jam, Five for Fighting, Smashing Pumpkins, Avril Lavigne, etc.

Whereas for Dean Winchester...

Of course it's a lot of classic rock: Journey, Led Zeppelin, Queensryche, Whitesnake, Foreigner, Styx, Fleetwood Mac, etc. But depending on the story, I'll listen to other stuff too. In fact, I often create specific playlists for different stories and series.

BTW: If you ever want a playlist for a story I've written, let me know! I think that would be a really fun project to put together.

Thank you so much for asking! And sorry, I got a bit long-winded again. 😅 Can I toss these questions back at you @luci-in-trenchcoats...

Are you a plotter/architect or an adventurer/freeformer? And if you listen to music when you write, what does that look like for you? I love hearing about other writers' processes. 💓💓

[malkaleh]

Tagged by @holy-ships-x-red-lips <3333 - thank you kindly.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: I have :gulp: 232. Bear in mind this is over a number of many years though - I had some on my ff.net account that I deleted and some on AO3 I deleted and also some that just live on LJ/DW or on tumblr (trying to get the ones on tumblr posted to AO3 even if they are just tiny little things)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tudors, TWW (had a resurgence!), Grishaverse, Hunger Games (also had a resurgence), Tortall/Emelan. But I’m a multifandom person - I have written for Band of Brothers, Doctor Who, Narnia (mostly little bits and pieces - I wrote a Narnia/West Wing fic once), Harry Potter, Law and Order UK, Spooks, A Little Princess…a lot of things. Also one (one) Rings of Power fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Undertow [Criminal Minds] - cowritten <3.

It’s Not Because Of You (It’s Because Of Me) [Ted Lasso]

Five Times Out Of Many David Rossi Realised He Was Happily Doomed [Criminal Minds]

To Dwell In Enchantment [Criminal Minds]

If I Could Go Back [Criminal Minds] - cowritten <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do my absolute best - I love and treasure all the comments I get (the kind ones) but sometimes my brain/spoons do not allow it but I am working on! And I absolutely treasure all of them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hope Deferred Maketh Something [Criminal Minds | West Wing apocalypse fic starring Jason Gideon and Toby Ziegler] - it’s actually not without hope, though not for the character in question. I really don’t write things without any hope - or at least it’s very ‘the fall matters’ about it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The entirety of the Tudors OT3 verse is just me going ‘what if alt history was actually ‘we end up with the kindest possible world partly because of the butterfly effect of bi poly secret marriage’ and I refuse to apologise for it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got one that made me want to stop writing/stop living once tbh. Which is partly why I’ve done the comment moderation/have anon asks turned off - because I know that if someone sends me hate it will, bluntly get to me. But I really don’t get much at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I did and now I don’t but also I do. For trauma brain reasons all kink is for me, profoundly triggering which is not a kink related judgement at all (consensual kink is awesome) just a Trauma Bullshit Poison thing. And also so is sex. But uh, I do write it because Tiny Fictional People (or Fictional Versions Of Historical People) in my brain give me the story. Also last year I wrote knife kink and it was weirdly healing despite it remaining one of my biggest triggers (I think sometimes that writing people finding joy in a thing has helped a lot with realising how wrong what happened to me was even if it’s still triggering? If that makes any sense?)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I write many many crossovers. I will do it again. I will write crossovers with crossovers. I will write AU crossovers. I think maybe the craziest one was, no wait that was an AU. I think it was probably the Sherlock/Pundits me and @bibliothekara threw back and forth. Although the Thick Of It/LOUK is pretty cool tbh. Oh and @maevedarlings and I throw crossovers back and forth like ‘listen Band of Brothers and Wonder Woman though’

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? From memory I would say no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes and it was delightful (I co-wrote with friends a bunch and had the best time and we do still throw shared universes back and forth).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Oh gosh so many. But my ultimate OTPs are like: Beren/Luthien and Eowyn/Faramir. Heartships.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Maybe one day I will finish (by which I mean significantly rework and rewrite) Into The Fire. Maybe.

16. What are your writing strengths? AUs. I am very good at AUs I think - world building them, coming up with them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? DIALOGUE. UGH.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? One day I will become proficient enough in Hebrew to do this I swear (I’d want to know the meaning of what I was writing before I did - mostly now I’m like ‘I’m going to have them say ‘murmured an endearment in [language] which is helpful because I am currently writing three language nerds who know at least three languages each)

19. First fandom you wrote for? Online it was The Bill. Offline I did in fact write Arthurian OT3 fix it fic and also The X-Files. And The Scarlet Pimpernel. I made up a lot of stories about those.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Such A Time As This (aka the Jewish Anne Boleyn Esther Retelling) - it is so personal to me as a Biracial Mizrahi Jewish Woman (specifically a Persian Jewish woman) and I am genuinely proud of myself for getting over my ‘am I X enough though’ to post it.

I tag (if you want to): @lorata @theladyelizabeth @boleynecklace @shes-a-voodoo-child @jackironsides @ruffboijuliaburnsides @gen-is-gone

[randomnameless]

Hey, maybe something good finally came out of Nintendo forcing the FEH staff to rely on fan-wikis to understand basic aspects of the characters they're adding into their game; maybe some random wiki editor falsely claimed that the reason Sothis possesses Byleth in Nopes is because she gets angry when she finds out her race got genocided and her kids went through terrible things to survive and the FEH staff took that at face value, accidentally making Sothis into a much better character than she ever was in her home games.

It's more likely that whoever wrote those voice-lines just wanted to expand on that scene from Nopes, yes, but the thought of the FEH writers accidentally improving a character due to poor info-sharing from their main company is still funny to me.

Knowing, or at least having a good guess about who is editing the fe wiki, I doubt it's the case...

Or maybe it's a reverse uno card, Sothis is BaD and takes over Billy's body to get revenge for the dead dragons, so she's BaD when she worries about Nabateans who are themselves BaD

At this point how Feh (IS) treats Fodlan (KT and IS ?) content is fascinating- I don't remember any other verse getting the same "corrections". Sure, Feh's characterisation is wonky at times, but to gain so many "corrections" for Fodlan ?

Billy likes teaching, Billy likes peaceful times and wants to guide people -> it's thinly alluded in the Fodlan games, but bar that ?

Sothis giving a fuck about her children -> it's a blink and miss scene in AG and/or bonus NG+ if she's paired up with her kids (and even then, it was heavily lolcalised, remember her lines with Flayn?).

Rhea being playful -> MIA from Pat's version - more seriously, it's so subdued that you could ignore it, and it's especially noteworthy since this alt came before the Nopes paralogue that revealed she "borrowed" her bro's stuff and jovially ignores him in front of everyone.

Supreme Leader's ideals being challenged -> MIA - for real this time - in the games (in FEH, Mila (a lizard!) compares SL's ideals to Duma's!)

Anyways, the thing about the wiki stuff wasn't only for the people in charge of the global version? Like is it only the Western FEH staff that has to use fan wikis, or it's even something the jp writers have to do?

Imagine if a random just read a short summary of FE16's lore and went with "that's the only logical reason why she'd be angry", how would they feel reading or playing the games ?

Feh devs went "nope" after reading the plot and corrected it lol.

[magicofthepen]

hmm i am intrigued by so many of the titles! but also i want to pick one without time war 2+ spoilers. do any of these fit that description? the drowning deep or our minds at war or well deserved frustration with Romana? also please do tell me about Conspiracy Verse, Emily :D

ask me about one of my wips!

ah Scar regrettably all of the documents named with the Actual (Song Lyric) Fic Titles are in my post-Time War series. so yes there are spoilers.

but the spoiler free teaser is: every chapter in this fic series is based on last year’s Whumpay prompts (not in order, I rearranged the prompts). so I can tell you which prompts I plan to use for each of those fics.

the drowning deep

the prompts I’m using are: 1. Harming Self, 2. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

our minds at war

the prompts I’m using are: 1. It Never Gets Any Easier / Nightmares, 2. Headache of Doom, 2. To the Pain / Delirium.

SHORT: Bonding Over Well-Deserved Frustration With Romana

I keep forgetting this fic exists — it’s one of two fics I have that were fully drafted a while ago, and really just need some light edits. 

this one was written in fall 2021 when I was trying to write some shorter pieces—so it was part of the same batch of fics as the war outside our door keeps raging on (Scar don’t look at this one), be the lightning in me, twilight whispers, and overwhelm me (or this one). but I think I got distracted in early 2022 by writing prompt fics and I never got around to posting this one? I should get around to posting it.

it’s a post-Enemy Lines Leela/Narvin fic that is about Narvin working on talking about What’s Really Going On instead of letting his frustrations stew and bubble over…..and specifically, is about the ways in which Romana was a shitty friend in Enemy Lines and how both Narvin and Leela are allowed to feel their feelings and be upset about the things she did that hurt each of them. 

conspiracy verse

well, once upon a time, you were like. hey want to hear another au idea. and I was like. tell me more. and thus began rabbit hole #2. 😊

the premise of conspiracy verse is: what if, not long after the end of series 6, when the ot3 are dealing with the consequences of their reboot of the population of Gallifrey, a young Romana and young Sartia from another universe suddenly appear in the catacombs?

slight background: young Mana and Sartia end up in the “prime” universe after their Gallifrey is overrun by Daleks, brought by a Vansell from yet another Gallifrey, one wracked with a version of the War. alt!Vansell is the one with the mysterious universe hopping technology, and after he tries to kill young Mana, and Sartia ends up killing him, the two teenagers take a risk and make a portal to another world. surely it’s better than waiting for the Daleks to find them. 

story complications include:

there are actually consequences to the biodata reset. which first meant deciding how far back everyone’s memories were rebooted to. canon is contradictory about this, but we’re ignoring Matthias thinking he was president when Narvin woke him up because logically it has to be earlier than that, if the goal is “before the spread of the virus” and the civil war was canonically a super spreader event. we don’t know exactly when the pig rats the virus originated in got out, but after much discussion, we picked a moment mid-Imperatrix as the point everyone’s biodata is reset to. so no one remembers Romana declaring herself a dictator, or the civil war. but they did wake up to a Citadel in ruins, with hundreds if not thousands of Gallifreyans suddenly dead. meanwhile, anyone who isn’t Gallifreyan—namely any alien students who were on Gallifrey at the time, and the members of the other Temporal Powers in general—remember the civil war and everything after. so needless to say, things are rather politically fraught for Romana right now.

they’re hiding the kids. given how Gallifrey is this close to erupting into more civil unrest, Romana really doesn’t want it getting out that a version of herself from another universe—and a version of a wanted renegade from another universe—have appeared without explanation. so Romana, Leela, and Narvin have pseudo-adopted teenage Mana and Sartia, but their existence is a secret from everyone else on Gallifrey. (and when I say “they” have pseudo-adopted the kids, I really mean that Leela’s the one they’re living with and the one who’s actually taking care of them.)

the kids don’t know about Sartia Prime’s crimes. young Sartia and Mana know Sartia in this universe is a renegade, but that’s it. Narvin and Leela have only just found out from Romana that Sartia (in this universe) tried to kill her, but Romana really does Not want to talk about her Sartia-related trauma…..except for the fact that she inherently distrusts young Sartia and has already very nearly told her the truth about Sartia Prime in a fit of anger over Sartia trying to secretly use the Coronet to find out what the adults are hiding. (and y’know, they are hiding things!)

Pandora is back—kinda. in the catacombs, before hopping universes, Mana was contacted by Pandora, who tricked her into letting Pandora put the Imperatrix Imprimatur into her. a sliver of Pandora from another universe lives in Mana’s head, and no one, including her, knows it. but that fragment of Pandora is restless. she’s been cut off from the rest of herself, and she isn’t staying idle in Mana’s mind. over time, her grip in Mana’s consciousness will only grow—until Romana, Leela, and Narvin will be faced with their old enemy rising again, in the form of Romana as a teenager. and at that point: can Mana be saved? is even trying to save her worth the risk?

Sartia’s mother is still alive—and still scheming. in @presidentromana’s Sartia backstory fic, Sartia ultimately turns her abusive mother (who turned their House into a cult) over to the CIA. in this universe (and in redemption verse) Sartia didn’t have the chance to. that means: if Kinnora find out there’s a young Sartia running around that won’t really be missed—because how could the President admit that she even existed—Kinnora’s vampire-Gallifreyan hybrid schemes are back on, with Sartia as the experimental subject. but Kinnora has refined her plans since the last time they went wrong, and if (ahem, when) she gets her hands on young Sartia, Sartia will actually survive the process—and be a vampire-Gallifreyan hybrid, an abomination in the eyes of Gallifrey. and at that point: will anyone stand by her?

Sartia Prime is still out there—and pissed. her biodata is part of the archive, so she was reset just like everyone else. and now a chunk of her life is missing, Free Time (which she was working with) is scattered, and she’s trying to piece together what happened. basically, Sartia is out there, vaguely in the early chapters of my fic Redacted. and she’ll probably (definitely) become involved in the story at some point.

oh, and it’s a rom-com, too. teenage Sartia and Mana are doing the “slow realization of Feelings for best friend/first crush” story. Romana, Leela, and Narvin are in there “everyone has Feelings but no one has said anything” stage. at this point Sartia is convinced there’s something going on between Romana and Leela, and Mana is convinced there’s something going on between Leela and Narvin. neither is quite sure what that “something” is, but.

this verse truly has it all, I’m so excited to discover where the heck this story ends up taking us.

oh and in this rp verse: I always write (young) Mana, @presidentromana always writes (young) Sartia, I write Leela most of the time, @presidentromana writes (adult) Romana most of the time, and we share Narvin. (those are all the characters who have been involved in the story so far.)

[serenaew]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @danpuff-ao3, @bintemuhammad, @trueliarose, @sanctuary-angel!

Tagging (no pressure): @renee561, @somnwritessometimes... you're the only ones I'm pretty sure I haven't seen on the tag lists, but feel free to reblog with your own answers even if I didn't tag you!

Answers under the cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

68 plus some anon stuff, plus quite a few drafts XD

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

151,217 words. If I disregard the about 26k of collabs where I did less writing and more podfic or support work, that amounts to about 125k.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling 

Original Work and the like (more poetry and filk but :shrug:)

Doctor Who (2005)

Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera & Related Fandoms in the sense that I use a lot of tunes from POTO.

Classical music (as POTO)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Fateweaver (Snarry)

Blooming Heart (Snarry)

A small step for a boy (Severitus)

Curatio (Snarry)

Flight of Dreams (Snarry)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do. I'm always so happy to receive the (more than 99% lovely) comments, and, well, you all know that I really like talking about my stuff, so I'm always glad to have someone reaching out to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think it's a toss-up between: Repertum (M, Snarry) for the life-threatening attack on Harry - it ends on two cliffhangers over the course of the story, actually - and Ouroboros in Tribute (T, Severitus) and the adjacent series for the angst of missed chances, of regret, as is Late Reflections (T, canon-compliant), with the exact opposite perspective, but similar premise.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Um. Again, a toss-up, I guess. Promises, promises… (G, Snarry), Fidelitas (T, Snarry) and A small step for a boy (G, Severitus).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet, and I'm really glad about that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't. I might think of changing that - I even opened an ALT account (EleanorPhoenix) for that.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Okay. How shall I answer this... If filk to the tune of a song from another fandom counts, then, yes, quite a few - POTO filk, Dracula filk, Children's songs filk, but the lyrics being from another fandom (HP, original, meta-fandom, the like) If not... I've had the idea of a Snape & 13th Doctor's fic for AGES, but, well.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not quite? it was re-archived on some random website from ffn without my permission, but it was taken down before I knew about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! But I do have a blanket permission for translations, if anyone wants to. I'd be especially curious if someone wanted to re-translate my English fics to German or Chinese, how I'd sound in my two mother tongues if re-translated.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! (Pssssst....)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

There is no all-time favourite, IMO. I am currently obssessed with Snape and Harry positive relationships, however. I suspect that tide might change in a few months, years, whatever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh God. Too many. Shall I list? Mostly, it's an unposted self-insert anthology for Doctor Who the Unspeakable Mysteries Verse (Snarry) and the the Fateweaver Verse (Snarry) that have been lying around for ages, but there are a ton of Severitus ideas I've also been struggling with, like: the Forget Me Not verse and the Christmas in Limbo verse For my full list of WIPs, see this post.

16. What are your writing strengths?

AAAANGST. I really like torturing both my characters and my readers.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have yet to actually write anything resembling action that isn't cringe; I'm deeply reluctant to move out of my comfort zone that consists of angst, angst and more angst, with quite a bit of introspection.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If apporpriate to the setting, definitely! -> Latin for spells and chants -> various English dialects - if only I could! -> conlangs and original languages for a certain world - a thousand times yes! -> uhhh. I have yet to encounter a situation where I put my characters anywhere they'd need German or Chinese, but if there is a chance, I'll jump!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

uuuuh. I've had a hard time deciding on five fics, never mind one.

Thanks for reading!

[oykta]

@kyoanikis​ said: “ c o l d ? “ || ✢ . ✢

          it’s getting worse each day... he wouldn’t try to hide it from those around him, but he didn’t make any grand effort to let them know, either. if they worried, if they wished to know, they would ask, and then he would inform them of his rapidly worsening state.         but not tonight. he prayed that he would at least last a bit longer for just one night, before movement and even talking became an impossible task.

               “bright, shining kyoujurou, there are days i remember the smile you had when we first met, and the fiery passion that spilled from your soul, rivaling out the sun with your warmth.”

          the blanket being placed over his shoulders earns a breathy laugh, the following inhale raspy and labored. please, allow me just a few more hours to speak with ease, if i may be granted any more blessings.

                    “it puts my mind at ease knowing that you have returned safely from your previous mission. there is never a time i doubt any of my children, but i suppose it is only human to have fear cloud ones thoughts.”

[secondbeatsongs]

Hello! I'm Julie from Cariona and I just want to ask if you're interested in doing ads/promotions here on Tumblr? If yes, how much do you charge per reblog?

For proof of legitimate promotions, you can check @catchymemes, @sulfatto, @isnt, and many others.

Website for reference: http://cariona.com Over 200 five star Facebook reviews: https://www.facebook.com/carionaproducts/reviews

Please feel free to respond here or reach out to us on marketing@cariona.com for more details! Thank you once again and have a great week!

absolutely fascinating that you decided to send this as an ask, when you also DM'd me. unfortunately, you may realize that this was a mistake - you see, asks can be responded to publicly.

so, allow me to respond:

hi, Julie! I'd never heard about Cariona before, so I decided to go poking around, and I learned something!

well, I learned a few things, actually. from your site, Cariona seems to be a small business that sells reusable menstrual products. and while I will never advertise a product that I haven't used, there's nothing wrong with wanting people to promote your company.

I have, however, found a few problems.

the first thing I found was this post by @crafiet from May 12th of last year, saying that shortly after making a purchase on your website, her debit card info was leaked, and used to make facebook ad purchases.

it seems that at least back then, your payment system was insecure. I'm really hoping you've fixed that, because. yikes.

and when I messaged crafiet to ask if it was okay if I linked to her post, she also mentioned that even though your website says you ship from Georgia, her package came shipped from China, and took a long time to arrive.

that's pretty sketchy.

the next thing I found was some folks talking about receiving cards with their orders that have a QR code on them with the words "Scan For God's Message To You", and that on the other side, have this bible verse:

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is. Psalm 63:1

fun fact! that's from the King James Version (which I have a lot of thoughts about, but I'm not going to get into that right now).

additional fun fact! that particular psalm is from that time David fled to the wilderness because Jonathan's dad was trying to kill him.

and that's why I have to talk about the verses that follow it:

(ID in alt text; link to the NIV version if you want it)

so...are we like 100% sure it's god that David is thinking about here? because...I mean...that's pretty horny, right? and all of this while on the run from his boyfriend's dad?

I'm not saying anything, but like...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

it's a weird verse to choose for this, that's all.

anyway, back to you, Cariona: after seeing people talking about the bible verse cards, I decided to poke around your website more, and allll the way at the bottom of it, finally found your "About Us" page, which ends with this:

...look. there's nothing inherently wrong with being christian. but to say "we do not wish to impose any beliefs on our customers", and to then put bible verse cards in people's orders? that's sneaky, and I don't like it.

I also think it's a bit sneaky that you've flagged your tumblr account as pro-trans on shinigami eyes. at least, I assume you flagged it yourselves, because I didn't find a single post on your blog that mentions trans issues.

(though you have, entertainingly, reblogged some stranger things fanart, and a castiel cat cosplay)

and while your website uses very gender-neutral language, your "About Us" page doesn't say anything about being inclusive of trans people, just that you don't "discriminate against anyone who has a different belief than ours."

unfortunately, that's not good enough for me. I have this sneaking suspicion that "trans people are the gender they say they are" counts as a "different belief".

lastly, since you say on your website that people can message you asking about your faith, I had a friend do that!

baptists. you're baptists, which is a pretty conservative denomination.

and according to you, part of that 10% you donate goes to your local churches, and some missionaries. who are also probably baptists.

so.

in the end, I just...don't trust you? I don't trust that the 10% you're donating is going to organizations that aren't homophobic or transphobic. I don't believe that you're not trying to impose your beliefs on others, because that's what you're obviously doing. I mean, your "About Me" says that one of the reasons you built this company is to spread the gospel.

and I especially don't like it that you reached out to me (an openly queer person) for promotion without mentioning that you're an evangelical company.

so to answer your question, Julie: no. I am not interested in doing ads or promotions for you on tumblr. and honestly, you probably picked the wrong website for this kind of thing.

[sciderman]

sci... do you... d-do you have any spideypool (or related 👀) fic recs? just asking... for the orphans too...

people ask me this all the time! all the time! and i always hesitate because usually i’m way too busy creating spideypool to be consuming it. (which is a travesty, truly - i don’t usually get the time to seek it out, but i’m open for recommendations when people send them my way!) 

i don’t read nearly enough fic - and most of the fic i do read are things with very low word-counts / one shots, but I have my favourites (they’re all quite old, from the before-times - i haven’t read any recent spideypool fic at all, but I have been revisiting my bookmarks occasionally.) 

always the first fic that pops into my head is quarantine by savant (teii) - it’s not fair to really recommend it though because it’s unfinished but i adore the way they write wade and peter - it’s action-packed and so very cinematic, and i would pay so much money for this author to write a screenplay for a spider-man / deadpool movie.   SO much money. 

other fics i’d recommend by them (that are short and sweet)  death wish   ,     labels    , and if you feel like suffering,   loop

i love blue_jack’s fics too - they just get me. they get me down to my caveman brain. pwp but the dialogue is. so good:  so much the better 

 i adore the liminal spaces series by brawlite, they’re just atmospheric and nice dead zones and stale donuts especially, i love 

i grumble about the sm/dp series but looking for a savior in these dirty streets by cherryvanilla lives in my brain rent-free. marijuana and lapdances. truly what more could you ask for? i live for cool, casual wade, and peter “trying my best to be cool and casual but oh god oh god oh god” parker. 

c.l.o.t.h.i.n.g by zeldafire (yes, that’s cheating, it’s gifted to me but that doesn’t stop it being one of my favourite fics ever. just ever.) 

on the topic of cheating, xenospider has written some of the most lovely @ask-spiderpool fanfiction ever - stop, don’t pass, go is one i’ll always revisit because i love when it hurts. but if you’re wanting something sugary sweet (literally), try this one on for size: back to work 

of course they also have the alt!verse fic going - again, unfinished, but i love how they’re able to get into wade’s head. a whole new world 

as for other @ask-spiderpool fics that are freaking amazing - i think Emotional Closet Handjobs by MysticMoonhigh is just, required reading. 

oh. oh god, and my all-time. my ALL-time favourite spideypool fic ever. aptly titled: spideypool porn by buttwade. everyone should read it. i should print it and frame it and hang it on my bedroom wall. 

it’s actually pretty time consuming to throw together these lists. i’m quite bad when it comes to fic recs... maybe some other time i’ll have more for you, but please, these are all gems. 

[the-darklings]

╱ together.

pairing: jean & v, implied other v ships

verse: coa, alt post-ch19 timeline

word count: 4.8k

prompt: “We’ll lose.” - “Then we’ll do that together, too.”

notes: so this is a speculative piece looking at how jean might have fit into coa verse & how him and clara v could have fit together. dedicated to that one anon who asked more of them, thank you very much for making my day! 🌿 ✨

“Well, well. Out here all by yourself and in the dark?” a smooth, accented voice calls out and your shoulders jolt, stiff with disuse, your head tipping towards the approaching figure of a man. “Have you been doing much brooding, chérie?”

Jean’s tall, graceful frame casts a shadow across the decking of the penthouse terrace as he saunters closer and you bite back a grin. With the cover of darkness as his partner, he’s a panther, a predator, out for a casual hunt in the shadows. Tonight, his prey is you. But he knows better than that. You both do.

The Frenchman halts beside you and takes a seat on your right without waiting for an invitation. This time a roll of your eyes follows his innate show of arrogance but you don’t impede him. Allow him space next to you which is a privilege very few have ever been granted.

It’s dark up here. Quiet. You didn’t bother with any lights aside from the automatic pool ones. Wind whistles gently across the tranquil surface, causing a ripple to shift across the previously calm body of water. Faintly—from the direction Jean had just come from—you can still hear the rest of your family inside the apartment.

The final touches are being added and prep is being made. Tomorrow…

Tomorrow will either spell the beginning of your victory or utter defeat. One of these scenarios ends with all of you dead, if not worse.

“And here you are bothering me in my final moments of peace,” you note dully.

The man beside you stretches his legs out, inclining back in the comfortable outdoors chair leisurely. Plush and Italian made—as if Santino would ever clad his home in anything that wasn’t authentic or expensive. A taste for finer things in life is something Jean and Santino share in common. Though you’ve long since learned that Jean’s appetite comes from a different place; a place you could always relate to, much to the Italian’s chagrin.

Wind plays with your loose hair—a rare occasion when it’s not pulled out of reach—and it leaves you breathing calmly, counting the thuds of your own heart. It’s not frantic this time though. You savour every beat of your heart now. Relish the moments you still have. However few of those there are still left.

Jean shifts beside you, pulling something out of his pocket and you glance at him briefly. The dark grey of his expensive wool jumper almost makes him blend in with the night, but the icy blue of his eyes stands out with the pool lights reflecting in them. If anything, it makes his attention feel even more intent. Honed.

“Can’t a man enjoy a smoke anymore?” he wonders innocently, a touch of sarcasm clear, and places an unlit cigarette between his lips, lighting it with expert ease a moment later.

He takes a long drag before pulling it away from his mouth and you watch his profile as he exhales slowly, savouring the moment, his head tilting towards the vast sky above you.

Using his momentary distraction, you reach forward, pinching the cigarette between your fingers and placing it between your lips instead. Jean doesn’t offer much resistance. As usual, he only looks mildly amused by your antics, a brief smirk appearing before it’s gone.

“Still greedy.”

Your lips twitch at that, too. “Some things don’t change.”

You inhale deeply, feeling the burning heat of the smoke at the back of your throat before passing the cigarette back to him. The smoke slips like dreamy wisps from between your parted lips and you look towards the open sky as well. Jean’s stare stays on your mouth. You know because you can always feel him. His attention is like silk caressing your skin, kissing little patches of skin, stealing them for himself.

You’re hardly the only greedy one here. He, too, exists in absolutes. More so than he would care to admit at least.

The blinding lights of New York City—even this late—almost drown out the stars but you can still see them. As cold and as distant as the man beside you. You want to ask him why he’s out here in the first place. Why would he bother? He may dress it up as wanting to smoke but everything Jean does is far too deliberate and calculated for this to be a mere coincidence.

Nor does the man beside you believe in such things. Master of his own fate—he always has been.

Jean places the cigarette back between his lips and turns to grab something from beside his chair. You hadn’t even noticed he was carrying something. Are you slipping this much already? Your instincts and body deteriorating even quicker than you calculated?

“May I interest you in a drink?” he offers, his words almost a soft murmur around his cigarette, and raises a bottle of wine and two glasses in the air.

You don't bother hiding your chuckle. “Trying to get me drunk on the eve of the battle?’

He, in turn, doesn’t bother denying it. He only bestows you with a knowing twitch of his mouth—all half-secrets and implications; dark and arcane as him, but doesn’t confirm nor deny your words no matter how long you wait.

“Maybe your hangover will be so terrible tomorrow you will abandon your suicidal plan, vipère.”

It’s a mild statement; a test of waters more so than anything, but you know Jean doesn’t speak mindlessly often. If ever. He chooses his words as carefully as he does everything else in his life. He’s methodical; oftentimes ruthlessly so.

You watch curiously as he places one glass next to your feet and one beside his own, opening the bottle with practised, near beguiling ease. He pours half a glass each, a cigarette bit between his teeth now, and you see how he inhales the smoke, still tasting tobacco on your own tongue. Red wine and cigarettes are two flavours you associate with him. With his mouth. The growl of his voice in your ear, the roll of your name on his destructive tongue.

A smudge of dark orange light illuminates his angular, handsome features and dark stubble and you can’t quite help your next words.

“You’re here.”

You hadn’t expected him to linger. His job was done. Yet here he is.

A small sound rumbles from the back of his throat. “I’m here because you asked me to be here,” he reminds you, and you can hear the displeasure—the downright callous edge to his amiable words—when he removes the cigarette from between his lips. Smoke slips from between them as he speaks, his eyes finding yours in the darkness. “Consider yourself very lucky that I owe you, V. After this, however, I’m not sure I’m ever going to bother you with business again. I’m not sure why you bothered inviting me here in the first place.”

Yes. His debt.

He’s tried to weasel out of it for years. Everything from trying to get you into trouble, outright attempting to get rid of you, to downplaying the sheer magnitude of it. He’s never succeeded, however, and has grown fond of comparing you to a viper with seven lives.

A life debt is a life debt though.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t think you’re half as bad as you make yourself out to be.”

Even if others have outright disagreed with your opinion of the man.

Jean snorts under his breath, a cool smile splitting his face, sharper than one of your blades. Shaking his head, he lifts the glass in the air, offering it to you. You take it after a pause, watching him do the same with his glass. “You’re right,” he hums in agreement, and takes a sip of his wine; a slow one because he never rushes these things, and you know it. The cigarette returns to his mouth a moment later and he turns to glance at you again. “I’m much worse.”

“You’re also smart,” you note without missing a beat and take a mouthful, too. It’s red and fruity, and the sweetness of it coats your tongue pleasantly. Though usually you aren't too fond of wine this sweet, Jean has developed a habit of finding things you love. However accidentally. Or perhaps he knows you better than you do. He no doubt believes so. It’s become another game for him over the years. One of his favourite games to play between you on the rare occasion you would run into each other. “And know that if you betray me and my family, death will be the least of your worries.”

You don't bother mincing your words or implying things. Not this time. Not when it comes to this.

If he betrays you, he will die choking on his blood regardless of your past association or lingering fondness for him. You will rip him to shreds with your bare hands if he ever so much as attempts it.

Bringing him in on this has been the biggest risk you ever took. Everyone opposed you. Even John. Winston had been the only one who—no matter how reluctantly—eventually agreed that Jean Laurent could end up becoming a unique and unexpected advantage.

You proved your own suspicion correct. Combining Jean’s web of information with Step’s hacking skills has been as good as striking a goldmine. It’s been invaluable in gathering intel on all the members of the High Table and their weaknesses.

A vicious, clever spider sitting in the middle of his silky web of information, and you have taken advantage of every single thread in it.

You’ve been watching his every move since he joined your side like a hawk. You don't trust him—can’t trust him. You would be a fool to do so, and even though he has stuck by his word so far, you still feel like the moment you glance away from him will be the moment he sells you out.

One leak, one sly suggestion—that’s all it would take for everything you’ve been working towards to fall apart. Everything would be lost, and it would be your fault.

All because you placed some semblance of trust in the last man on earth deserving of it.

“My, my, I do love it when you talk dirty to me, vipère,” he murmurs lightly, his voice unconcerned but the shift in his eyes informs you how your words have been noted. He knows better than to dismiss you.

Jean raises the glass back to his mouth, a smouldering cigarette sitting snugly between his index and middle fingers, and you watch how the wind ruffles his black hair.

This time smoke rolls from his nose. He gazes at the New York skyline silently, pensively. Maybe he did mean his earlier words after all. Maybe he simply joined you because he, too, wants a moment to himself.

Cold nips at your fingertips—you’re not quite sure how long you’ve been sitting out here by yourself—and perhaps that’s the reason why you break the silence between you first.

“You came because I asked,” you begin carefully, still peering at him while he looks out towards the world. Forever looking ahead. You always loved that about him. Jean doesn’t like looking back, only ahead. Often you wished you could shake your past as easily as he seemingly can shake his. How many times has he told you the same? “But you chose to stay. Why?”

His expression remains impassive, not outwardly reacting to your words, and you begin to doubt he will ever offer you a response before he finally speaks up.

“It will never work,” he states frankly. “This plan of yours. It cannot be done. We’ll lose.”

Of course this is what this is about. He’s always been out for himself. The fact that he thinks your plan will fail should not surprise you. He told you as much the moment you finished telling him about it. He point-blank called you an idiot for ever thinking you could take on the High Table and win.

You are many things, V, but foolish is not one of them.

You had hoped these weeks spent planning and working together would have changed his mind. Shown to him that this isn’t a simple pipe dream. That you have the raw skill and the will to follow through with this coup.

You wanted Jean to believe in this goal—this dream—too.

He is, of course, not wrong.

The longer you planned, the more of this plan came together, the easier it became to see what he’d been saying from the start.

You are not only likely to lose, you are near guaranteed to do so.

Unless…

Unless you gamble away everything. Whatever little there is still left of you. The clock is already ticking. It has been for two months now. Every minute of every day the end is nearing. The least you can do…

The least you can do is make it count.

“Then we’ll do that together, too,” you say softly.

And it won’t be such a terrible way to go, you think, keeping them safe.

Jean finally drags his eyes your way. The bitterness creasing his expression cuts deeper than you ever could have expected it to. It’s rare for him to show this much.

“Do not tell me you are this naive, chérie,” he says coldly, his expression emptying of emotions swiftly. He seems to have caught himself in the uncharacteristic slip, exhaling a low, “But it seems like this night is full of disappointments,” he adds quietly with a forced exhale, his eyebrows curving downwards.

Neither of you speaks for a while after that.

You cradle the wine glass between your partially numb fingers, occasionally lifting it to your mouth.

Maybe you should get drunk. Do something reckless. The call of the void has been screaming at you as of late. Seductive whisper after seductive whisper how you could and should do anything you want. With whoever you want.

L'appel du vide, vipère, Jean used to exhale hotly against your ear, it is why you and I are the same. Your days are numbered unless some miracle happens and you find an antidote anyway.

But feeling hopeful after failing for two months straight is not something you can muster up tonight.

You realise, then, that this may very well be the last opportunity to get some answers from the man beside you. Get some rectification on your odd bond over the years. Not your first attempt but what will certainly be your last.

“Do you think…”

You’re suddenly unsure where to even begin. How does one untangle years of tiptoeing around different labels? Enemies that are not quite enemies. Lovers that are not quite lovers. Friends when it suits them, then the cycle repeats, and it’s like they’re back at square one all over again. Constant push and pull.

You’ve never been sure where you stand with Jean. Two years ago everything between you changed but unlike with others, he’s always been every blurred line in your life. An almost-maybe.

“I try to,” comes his dry response from beside you.

You roll your eyes, bobbing your leg up and down as another gust of wind sweeps across the silent terrace.

Jean has finished his cigarette, his shrewd stare now focused on you, expectant.

Go on, then, say it, his unfaltering stare seems to goad.

You’re not nervous. You have nothing left to fear, not anymore. But all the same…

You’re tired of constantly being hurt by someone. Your question opens the door for exactly that.

“Do you think we ever could have worked out?”

Had life gone just a little different. Had you met when you were both less guarded and twisted up inside. You, at least, have managed to find people willing to stand in your corner and fight your fight.

He’s all alone.

And maybe he prefers it that way—he has certainly always been adamant that he does—but you’ve never believed it. Not fully, at least.

A house full of people he could string along and play with, yet the liesmith seeks refuge out here in the dark. With you.

A thoughtful hum, then, “Don’t let your gaggle of boyfriends hear you asking me that.”

You almost splutter.

Your head snaps in his direction, your eyes narrowing, “I don’t have a gaggle of…fuck you,” you spit when you spot his smug expression and a raised brow.

“You have,” he purrs, his accented words a caress of his hot mouth across your fluttering pulse. “Many, many, filthy times, amante. Or am I so easy to forget?”

“You know, for how often you go on about Santino stroking his ego,” you remark dryly, giving him a pointed stare. “You sure do it often yourself.”

Jean clicks his tongue, leaning back in his seat, more irked by the change in the topic than he lets on. You’ve learned to read him as well. To a degree, at least.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by D’Antonio’s drooling?” he scoffs, words bland but tone sharp. “It’s frankly embarrassing. Either he’s atrocious at seducing you and you’re entertaining him out of pity, or he doesn’t understand you at all.”

His words dig into your heart but you don’t let him see it. Quirking an amused brow, you instead stare at him. “At this point, I honestly can’t tell if you hate him because you’re French and he’s Italian or because you don’t like him as a person.”

Jean grins this time; a dark, cruel thing. “Ah, chérie, hatred is too strong of an emotion to waste on someone I don’t care about,” he rebukes smoothly, standing to his feet. He glances in your direction, adding a deliberate, “But D’Antonio hates me because I won the one thing he always wanted but could never have.”

You.

Even if it weren’t for the deliberate, hot dig of Jean’s stare focusing on your face, you know as much already.

Blue depths drag over your still shape, lingering on your neck and lips, and you wonder if he’s thinking back on all the wicked things he’s done with them. Every moan and bruise, every hot drive into your body and mould of your naked skin together. He’s been an escape from everything. A bit of fun, a release, a shadow smearing in and out of your life for years.

Now though, you can’t help but wonder. Can’t help but consider why it’s always been so easy with him when it hasn’t been with others. Why every pursuit of happiness in the past has ended in misery and pain. With Jean, you always got exactly what you signed up for.

Mindblowing sex, thrill, challenge, and an escape without any attachments. No promises of a glowing future or expectations for you. He never made you live under the expectation of you being anything other than yourself. Messy and cracked around the edges but still you.

Jean has never cared for a normal life or demanded it of you, never wanted you to become an apprentice or Lady of anything.

You’ve always been enough to him just as you are, you realise with a dizzying rush. And his awful, seductive, traitorous self has always been enough for you as well. He’s never tried to change you or himself to appease you.

Not hearing a response, Jean offers you another striking grin you know has seduced endless numbers to his bed and turns to go.

“Wait!” you call out, jumping to your feet. Your joints protest, groaning and cracking, and stumble a step after him. He’s paused in his tracks, turning back towards you. “You never answered my question. If you think we could have worked out.”

You stand together, breathing, and he gazes at you for a long, charged minute. It’s nigh impossible to tell what’s going on behind his effortless mask of ease and composure. Always in control of himself and his emotions.

You’re about to ask him again but he closes the distance between you in two steps, grabbing you by the neck and yanking you to him. His mouth is hot and consuming as you remember it. His tongue drags over the roof of your mouth, seeking out every edge, every crevice, claiming it entirely. Claiming you. Despite him standing almost a head taller, you snake your hand around his neck, savouring his hiss of breath at the feeling of your cold fingers on his heated neck. Broad shoulders block the wind, block the rest of the world, and you sigh into him. He still tastes of smoky tobacco and sweet wine. A dizzying mix that stirs your body, warming your blood. Your nails drag up his neck and into the strong strands of his midnight hair, scratching all the while. You feel his hold on the back of your neck tighten in response.

The battle between you two never ceases and you can feel him grinning against your mouth, as if he, too, is having the same epiphany.

“Don’t die,” he exhales hotly against your parted lips when you separate with a gasp, still holding you to him, every hard edge of his body cutting into you. “Maybe then we can find out.”

Don’t die.

You almost burst into tears.

I’m dying right now, you want to confess to him. Would he stay if he knew as much? Would he stay until your heart halted inside your chest and you became forever still? Would he be kind if you asked him to be? Just this once?

He’s unaware of your internal struggle, dragging his thumb over the line of your jaw. Lips parted, and eyes hooded—you’ve seen this side of him many times. The sensuous lover with his sultry eyes more sapphire than blue now that he’s gazing down at you. How many times has he stared at you exactly like this? Caught dragging his tongue over every crevice of your body, his favourite being the dip between your thighs and your neck.

Jean nudges backwards, and you read his question there, his body asking what his tongue won’t.

If you’re joining him in bed. If tonight you’re his. Another stolen instance between you.

“I can’t,” you say quietly. He doesn’t appear surprised or angry by your refusal, his hands slipping from your body with a nod. But you don’t let him retreat, grasping his forearm, feeling the coil of muscle where you’re holding onto him. “Wait.”

Reaching into your back pocket, you pull out a familiar, heavy object. Gold gleams in the low light and you turn the circular disk, warmed by your body.

Jean stiffens at the sight of it. You both know what it is.

Opening the Marker with a too quiet click, you release your hold on him, staring at the print of his blood smeared inside.

He helped you only because the High Table would have hunted him if he hadn’t obeyed his Marker, you remind yourself. You silence the voice inside your head that reminds you he could have sold the information to them for immunity if he so wished.

Exhaling, you press your thumb against the tiny needlepoint, not reacting to the bite of pain. Blood wells against your skin and you stare at it for a moment.

You’re not sure if Jean is still breathing but you feel the intensity of his stare searing into your body.

Breathing deeply, you press your thumb harshly against the cool metal. Another second later you pull back, staring at your dual blood prints on the metal plate. Your insides quiver at the sight of it.

This is the way it’s always been between you. Shadows and blood, secrets and hunger.

Sometimes…

Sometimes in between those moments, you could almost pretend he loved you.

“We both know you were going to leave anyway,” you begin tightly, closing the Marker with a grim smile, holding it out to him. “This was just another shitty goodbye. Never thought you’d manage to top Venice. Or Berlin for that matter. But now you’re free. I no longer want you here, so don’t be here tomorrow. Save yourself while you still can.”

He doesn’t deny your words. He at least respects you enough to not dismiss you like he would others. Let them tangle themselves in a web of speculations and doubts. Jean enjoys few things more than people choking on their own words. A rope of their own fashioning is poetic justice, he used to tell you.

He reaches for the Marker, the one damn thing that’s always tied you together, and takes it. A stab pierces your heart to see it in his grasp. Now there’s nothing between you. You don’t doubt his earlier words. It’s unlikely he will want to associate with you in the future after this.

Doesn’t matter now though. You’re likely to be dead by tomorrow, or another few weeks if you’re lucky.

If.

“You knew.”

Your smile is grim. “Of course. I know you better than you think.”

He won’t risk himself for a plan doomed to fail.

You drop your hand but he grabs it before it can fall back to your side. This time his kiss is different. Hungrier, simmering with some desperation you’ve only caught glimpses of a few times in the past. A silent war in him you’ve never been able to decipher. Jean cups one of your cheeks, leaning over your at an angle that’s unlikely to be comfortable with your height difference but you savour it all the same. His heat. His presence. The burn of his stubble scratching against your skin. More, more, more. You want every last bit of him.

You’ve never noticed how safe a man this dangerous makes you feel. After Tokyo, Chicago, after the desert, after everything you’ve been through, you never thought you’d ever feel like this again.

Alive.

For being no better than glaciers, cold and merciless, nothing burns better than him.

His nose nudges against your cheek—it’s too big, you put that nose any closer to me and you might take an eye out—his arm, an iron band around your waist. Jean is never shy about his touches, he knows exactly how every inch of you trembles and shudders. He’s spent endless hours familiarising himself with every inch of you after all. You hate how you feel a silent goodbye in every second of your body curled against his now.

“Come with me,” he says, and it borders on a snarl, a demand. “Arrêter… this stupidity now and come with me. My web goes far and wide. I could hide you.”

“And go where?” you wonder softly, leaning into his touch, his thumb stroking your cheek despite the chipped bite of his native tongue. You’re desperate for another few seconds with him.

You never thought you would miss him this much, that you would ache so much at the mere thought of never seeing him again.

“Anywhere, vipère,” he drawls, tugging you closer as if he’s a hair away from throwing you over his shoulder and disappearing into the unknown. For a single second, you want him to. “The world is ours. A beach. You and me, and a whole lot of naked skin,” he continues with a seductive grin you feel against your face.

Seduction—his preferred weapon of choice. You wonder if you’re imagining the harder bite of his voice and meaner grip of his hands, as if he needs to convince you to abandon everything and disappear.

Your closed eyes flutter open, meeting his earnest stare. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more earnest in all the years you’ve known him.

“I want to,” you tell him, leaning closer to kiss him once, softly. His muscles tighten and you half expect him to flinch away from it because it’s not lust you’re kissing him with, and he knows this. He’s too good not to recognise it. Leaning back, your breaths still mingle, and you inhale his cologne, “But I’m done running, Jean. One way or another. This ends. Now go. I don’t need you anymore.”

He pulls back, his smile cool, caustic. “You’re still a terrible liar, amante.”

The golden Marker disappears inside his pocket. Out of sight.

“I do believe there’s more left for me to teach,” he drawls deliberately, his smile smoothing into something more enticing, crooked as it is sly. “I’ll be seeing you, V.”

There’s no question there. You don’t have the heart to inform him you’re unlikely to ever see each other again.

When no one can locate Jean in his room or reach him over the phone the next morning, you simply tell others to stop looking and focus.

It’s better this way anyway.

At least this way one of you gets to live.

[itsscaredycat]

oops im doing it i’m gushing, dnf playlist expo ahead--

heat waves - glass animals

ok this one needs no explanation lol

every other freckle - alt-j

a george pov song, major pining vibes, a bit spicy??-- “i wanna kiss you like the sun browns you / i want every other freckle”

wildflower - 5SOS

the colourblind glasses vid???-- “my wildflower” george gushing over the colours of flowers to dream dfjksfdk

all to myself - marianas trench

oooooooooof this is the jealous dream song-- “i thought you wanted me? ‘cause i want you all to myself”

jenny - studio killers

another one that’s p obvious-- “i wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead”

golden - harry styles

dream pov, he’s so in love w george-- “i can feel you take control of all i am and all i’ve ever known, loving you’s the antidote”

tangerine - glass animals

this is just a good song, maybe for an au? it gives me george pov dnf vibes--”hands knees please, tangerine, sugar honey sweet”

if it’s love - train

honestly this is SUCH a dnf song it’s gross, every line fits them so well-- “hold our cellphones up in the air and just be glad that we made it here alive / on a spinning ball in the middle of space, i love you from your toes to your face”

invisible string - taylor swift

there’s a lot of t swift songs oop dream and george are soulmates....... makes me v soft-- “isn’t it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?”

four leaf clover - christian hudson

domestic dnf.... dream singing to george....-- “take your pressure, take your pain, feed it to the flames / we’ll lie by the fireside and whisper eachother’s names”

would you be so kind - dodie

dream pov, he’s crushin’ real bad and wants george to feel the same way-- “i know you know that i like you, but that’s not enough / so if you will, please fall in love with me”

what a man gotta do - jonas brothers

again, dream’s got it bad and wants all of george’s attention and love-- “i’d move the earth or lose a fight just to see you smile”

intentions - justin beiber (ft. quavo)

c’mon, george is pretty and dream won’t shut up about it-- “when i create you’re my muse, the kinda smile that makes the news”

magic in the hamptons - social house (ft. lil yachty)

i love this song for dnf sooo much, another dream pov definitely-- “i’m tired of lookin’ at your pictures, wanna be up in your face / i wanna dance with you, i wanna laugh, i wanna sing”

everything has changed - taylor swift (ft. ed sheeran)

george pov, dnf strangers to friends to lovers au?? yes please-- “and all i’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes, freckles and your smile”

come home - birds of bellwoods

ok first of all this band is super good, highly recommend. once again, dream has it bad for george and tries to deny it, but can’t-- “i’m still trying to believe that nothing is once in a lifetime, or you’re not meant for me / but i cannot deny that every time i shut my eyes, yours is the face i see”

delicate - taylor swift

another au vibe, they are rly toeing the line of friends and lovers, and they’re afraid to admit feelings (first verse is dream pov, second is george pov)-- “is it cool that i said all that, is it chill that you’re in my head”

intertwined - dodie

such a soft and intimate song, cuddles in bed during a rainstorm, quiet whispers.....-- “i’m afraid of the things in my brain, but we can stay here and love away the fear”

sofia - clario

a classic, could be from either pov, they wanna be more than friends-- “you know i’ll do anything you ask me to, but oh my god i think i’m in love with you”

illicit affairs - taylor swift

george pov, possible au, they have to meet in secret bc of dream’s identity or something, angstyyy-- “you showed me colours you know i can’t see with anyone else”

peaches - in the valley below

road trip vibes, realizing feelings-- “we won’t live too long, so let’s love for one song”

give me love - ed sheeran

this song cuts deep, especially from dream’s pov, he wants george to love him back so bad it hurts, more angst-- “give me love like never before, ‘cause lately i’ve been craving more”

i love you - billie eilish

ending on angsty note sorry lmao, george pov, dream accidentally confesses to george, george isn’t sure what he feels, he thinks he might love him back but he doesn’t want to bc he’s afraid it will change them & their friendship-- “there’s nothing you could do or say, i can’t escape the way i love you / i don’t want to, but i love you”

sorry for the literal novel, i’m an artist not a writer so hopefully i got my ideas across ok :’3

[washymylifeaway]

KyouHaba Fanfic recs

Hiya! How much do I love KyouHaba? Yes. This is one of my favorite ships and one of my comfort ships <3 KyouHaba has got some amazing fics, so even if they aren’t really your thing, you should still read this :D Anyway, onto the recs!

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading (esp since KyouHaba usually deals with darker topics and not all of them tag/warn for it!) and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

CP:

Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl (T) 61.1k // THIS ONE man anyway I just love the progression of their relationship and the way this fic is written! The way we really go into who Yahaba is really what makes this fic great! Also there's some slightly ~angsty~ IWAOI so look out for that hehe.

Police Dog by surveycorpsjean (E) 34.9k // if you’re super against like any *furry* implications, pass this one LOL. But TBH I don’t like furries, but this one was pretty great (hence why it’s here LOL) and they make me laugh. Also I really like some of the head cannons for Kyoutani in this one and the writing style is super freakin’ good, so it’s definitely worth the read~~~ Pls CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS cause there are a couple REAL spicy scenes in this one ;)

Team Mom by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead (T) 2.7k // so as I was going through this tag (because that’s what I do LOL), I remembered this fic and I love it. Like yes Yahaba is the fear factor and yes Kyoutani is the DAD. I really like the team dynamics in this one, and the first years make me laugh pls.

Camellias by kiyala (T) 1.9k // I love this fic and when I starting looking for this ship, it was the first one I thought of hehe. I really love magic and their interactions are so cute and the PLANTS ARE DOING THE MOST. Pls read both in the series, cause domestic KyouHaba is best KyouHaba ngl LOL. I love the plants, and if you read the second one, someone tell the trees to stop bullying Yahaba.

Sixth Time’s the Charm by tsumekakusu (T) 2k // ok THIS was SO FREAKING funny, please Yahaba how dumb can you get LOL. The number thing made me facepalm so hard, but the ending was cute and that’s all that matters, right?

Sleep by GangstaCrow (T) 5.5k // the plot twist…. omg…. I had to pause and take a moment of silence for the people suffering because of LL… Poor Kyoutani….. But this is a really funny but cute fic at the same time :D

a little bit funny, this feeling inside by postcanons (G) 5.4k // PLEASE THIS ONE omg crow matchmaker ftw. Like I said, I really love magic and this one is just so freaking funny. Also, very informational curtesy of one Kyoutani Kentarou.

meet me at the fucking pit (and let me hold your hand) by anyadisee (T) 5.4k // IF THE TITLE ISN’T MAKING YOU LAUGH ALREADY WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING????? (JK but am I really?) This was SO funny and it KILLED me,,, like all the conspiracies and how everyone was so seriously invested in it. Yes, CHAOS.

if not, winter by knightswatch (M) 54k // YES THIS FIC. THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. I love the development of their relationship,,, IT’S SO GOOD. Like when our boy Yahaba goes on that really friendly field trip and Kyoutani takes matters into his own hands? UGH YES. And when they visit? CUTE OMG. Yes this fic is it.

Isolated Parts by darkmagicalgirl (T) 3.3k // I love this fic cause old men KyouHaba are funny (fight those refs) and I love the nonlinear plot. It really adds another layer to the fic itself, and slowly unraveling the plot through the different years was SO IUAHFJF. I really loved it and piecing everything together :’)

Magicked by HoneyBeeez (T) 8.4k // CHECK TAGS, I love KyouHaba Hogwarts fics, and this one is SO good! We do love some slightly oblivious Yahaba and fake delinquent Kyoutani LOL. Though there is some violence and homophobia so if that puts you off, steer clear of this fic :)

stardust by InkCaviness (G) 1.4k // like I said, in love with KyouHaba and hogwarts fics, anyway,, this one was so short and sweet! It’s full of fluff, and honestly, if you like KyouHaba, read this entire series cause I really love these KyouHaba works :’)))))

New:

knightswatch // GREAT writer, but most of their KyouHaba works are explicit/mature, so be careful as you go through their works! My fav T one? all you have is your fire by knightswatch (T) 6.4k, but they’ve written some of the best KyouHaba I’ve read (they’re just mostly M)!

kiyala // another amazing writer and their works usually alternate between G and E LOL. But, all of their Gs are amazing, and rn my favorite was between Room To Grow by kiyala (G) 50k or Cost by kiyala (G) 1.1k cause it was either secret doggy relationship or magic LOL. But all of their fics are worth reading, and there’s a large variety of AUs!

snoqualmie // I love this writer, but they don’t have much KyouHaba (enough that I would put them here though LOL) My favorite? Mixed Signals by snoqualmie (T) 7.8k // it’s a really cute fic and I love the hc that Kyoutani has the good family! It has like a semi continuation (I think it’s in the same verse as it), but Jan. 6 features the sisters again! (Also yes for veggie fiend Kyoutani,)

tale as old as time by crossbelladonna (series) 30.2k // AHH this series is fully of such good KyouHaba fic!!!! I really love all of them but my favorite is through open doors by crossbelladonna (T) 4.3k // I love soulmate AUs and salty Yahaba is best Yahaba. Also at the end when the coffee incident happens, I love Kyoutani :’)

Words Not Spoken by Dogsocks (series) 51.5k // this is a continuous fic series (meaning all the fics are in the same verse and related to one another), but it’s so FREAKING good and I love reading it!!! It’s got some mentions of ABUSE, and things like that so please read the tags carefully!!!

kyouhaba week by InkCaviness (series) 6.7k // I loved KyouHaba week (all of them are just such AMAZING fics and tropes) and my favorite from this list was stardust by InkCaviness (G) 1.4k // I mentioned what I loved from it above, but it truly is a great fic :D

Kyouhaba Trash Week 2016 by HoneyBeeez (series) 28.9k // all three of these fics are SO good. I literally cannot choose a favorite because I loved all of them :’) Like no joke, just go read all of them because singing Kyoutani? Yes please. And also like the tattoo one was SO ajksdhfkjshdfjkln I LOVED IT AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE HOSPITAL ONE. I loved loved loved the ending, and her going to the school? UGH ADORABLE. These fics were some of my absolute favorite KyouHaba fics!

Venom and Vulnerability by darkmagicalgirl (E) 48.3k // OAAJKSFNKJ I LOVE THIS ONE YES. The concept? AMAZING. Execution? FLAWLESS. This is a GREAT fic and it’s done SO WELL,,,, I realllllly loved the plot in this and their teamwork is making the dream work! WARNING check the tags and warnings cause there’s smut, (non kinky) bondage, and death!

it's tradition. by hicsvntdracones (T) 5.5k // this fic made me want to die from second hand embarrassment. GOD, the awkwardness and really the way they went HARD on those dares PLEASE. If you don’t mind feeling embarrassed (and even if you do) go read this fic cause it’s V funny and the comedy factor cancels out the embarrassment LOL (does it? That’s what I’m tellin myself LOL).

An Equivalent Exchange by Chibs (E) 14.5k // PLEASE THIS WAS FUNNY,,,, like chill Kyoutani, Yahaba is trying his hardest okay? BUT NOT HARD ENOUGH anyway it’s a happy ending in the long run and no one dies :D how nice is that <3 (but the baby agenda? yessssir.)

The Wall Thing by rideahorse (M) 6.8k // THE TENSION :0,,, but I love how many fics go based on that one KyouHaba wall slam in the middle of the Karasuno match LOL. Also, I love the dynamics they have in this one and the way fighting ~is their communication~ Some smut is here so WARNING and they do something about the tension LOL obviously :))) Constantly curing KyouHaba is good, happy Kyouhaba.

Sixteen by surveycorpsjean (E) 13.4k // Yahaba is a basic btch and Kyoutani does football LOL. Honestly, I think that’s a pretty good summary (jk) but what’s a fic without some good tension ;) Also, cheerleader Yahaba lives in my brain rent free and I would like to propose it live in your head as well :D Aren’t I such a kind soul~

Safe in Your Hands by shions_heart (T) 8.9k // um soft KyouHaba? I think yes,,,, this also do be a common trope in the KyouHaba realm, but I’m not complaining,,,, it’s a good trope :) There IS ABUSE in this fic so big warning here! Check the tags and warnings! But the real mvp is the girl on the bus and points to Yahaba for playing spot the difference unintentionally.

The Sweetest Smile by FindingSchmomo (T) 6.6k // cake making! Yes! Bakery! Yes! It’s a great time and think about it, Kyoutani, our baby, working in a bakery making cakes? UGH my heart :’D Yes Oikawa is right, a cute grumpy puppy making flowers (CUTE VERY CUTE) and it doesn’t help that Kyoutani looks like a total bad boy in this fic too :DDDDDD

wear your love like it's made of hate by parenthetic (renaissance) (T) 3.3k // we are starting this off with the alt title totally worked and I would’ve read it either way LOL. Also, the ending was funny and thinking about why everyone was wearing it would’ve been so confusing to the other teams (also shout out to Yahabas line and Kyoutani calling his eyeliner a whore). But yes to random sexual tension, this is KyouHaba nation.

captain's orders by whitemiists (G) 3.7k // okay we love Watari in KyouHaba nation (surprised I haven’t talked about loving Watari yet but better now than never right?), but also Yahaba being messenger for Kyoutani (baby first years are ajhsajdfh). I love this trope and also I love rooftop lunch crew is yes :D

Running In Place by cleiioo (T) 33.3k // GUYS OMG THIS FIC. CAUTION ABUSE AND RUNNING AWAY AND BAD PARENTS SELF DEPRECATION I COULD GO ON BUT BOTTOM LINE IS BE CAREFUL READ TAGS! This fic is UGHHH YES. First, twenty questions make another appearance, and DUCKS. Yes, ducks. But this fic is just written really well, and honestly Kyoutani might be a tad bit ooc, but it’s okay, you don’t even notice. Distracted by the amazing writing :)

Something About Fate by patteh (T) 4.6k // SOULMATES! And then they were soulmates :D I love a good soulmate denial AU, and this is no exception. I loved Yahana’s backstory in this, and I think it set up a great framework for the plots progression! Also, the ending was really cute (and we all know, I’m a sucker for a cute ending :D)

toeing the line by masi (T) 2.7k // the mcDonalds cause WE’RE LOVING IT! But this was a fun read cause a. it goes pretty fast and b. communication exists? ANyway, I like the ending cause Yahaba is one smooooooth btch! It’s just a lot of banter (playful and not), and I’d read tags jic for this fic :)

bumblebee by shizuoh (T) 1.5k // he got sht on by a bumblebee. Points for creativity Yahaba, points. But this is just a fun, random AU where pepperoni on pizza is a universal aggrievance (esp the infused on cheese kind,,, I feel you Yahaba), we disown furries (for good reason), and you confront people staring at you! This IS a flirting 101 textbook. (also yes Yahaba, murder Mattsun!)

The art of fighting in heels by boxofwonder (T) 8.7k // yeah don’t question this fic. It’s like,,, you just kinda,,,, well,,,,,, I mean who doesn’t want to read about Iwa fighting in heels? Like you’re not thinking about magical guy Iwa? Maybe you should. (the way the summary has nothing to do with KyouHaba, I swear they’re a main component, but no thoughts just Iwa in sailor moon cosplay.)

yahaba vs. the miyagi captains by blessings (T) 3.7k // I love this hc and I wish there was more of it because Yahaba picking fights with everyone is fun and I like the chaos :D Like honestly, the creativity of some of the burns? Just amazing, it filled me with serotonin. I’m not kidding :0 But like, Kyoutani having to make sure that he doesn’t go overboard was askfkahf.

Love the One You Hold by shions_heart (T) 3k // f tough KyouHaba, I’m here for the soft, loving KyouHaba. Like mushy feelings KyouHaba, the kind which makes me feel singler than I already am single. Reassuring of feelings and ajsfdhla KyouHaba. The ending is KYAAA!!! Caution for implied bad parents!

a thousand and one roses by rorarot (T) 3.4k // I love florist Kyoutani and it’s honestly a crime I didn’t recommend more florist Kyoutani fics :( Points for the pun, Yahaba, points. Also, the progression of their relationship was YES, and this fic was SUPER cute :D

It Takes Two by Poteto (G) 24.1k // IT’S COHESIVE KYOUHABA WEEK! I really loved this fic and I enjoyed how they incorporated each prompt into each day! There is homophobia and running away so be careful when reading this fic, and check the tags!

So I Like Your Dog by helloyesIamtrash (G) 4.8k // FIRST, this is within a series of soulmate AU fics (all in the same verse) and SECOND, this was really good! I loved the way Yahaba’s family are a bunch of late bloomers and how YAHABA DIDN’T LET THE MF RUN AWAY. Yes communication, WE LOVE AND STAN.

but tonight i'll need you to stay by InkCaviness (G) 2.2k // the feels were strong with this one :’( Pushing my SOFT KyouHaba agenda. But I LOVE this one for the feels and also because they don’t dance around it. Just straight forward, random a confessions. It’s a great time. But also, I can’t believe he slipped LOL.

Down River Road by carafin (G) 4.4k // I love list fics, I think they’re great and I think I might just have a thing for lists in general (LOL). But also, I love the growth both of them undergo over time and the interactions with Oikawa in KyouHaba fics are always fun :)

I (Heart) You by darkmagicalgirl (T) 3.6k // I really like this fic. Like REALLY like/love. Maybe it’s the ending where Yahaba goes ham on that one guy. Or maybe it’s the magic. I think it’s just cause it’s written spectacularly. But no seriously, it’s a great fic and I really loved the AU :D

Five Times Kyoutani Failed to Say 'I love You' (And One Time He Didn't) by patteh (T) 3k // a 5+1! Yes! TBH I don’t understand the importance of saying ily to your significant others (maybe it’s just because I don’t understand romance very well LOL someone explain it to me), but if it’s important to them, IT’S IMPORTANT TO ME. Also, Kyoutani is dog agenda, full force ahead.

Baby steps (or 'Yahaba's guide to applying eyeliner on a grumpy puppy') by ghostsgf (G) 1.5k // more Yahaba and eyeliner fics! Of course :D If you can’t tell, KyouHaba nation and I really love Kyoutani + eyeliner, so yes. Eyeliner. But also, fractured arms and toilet adventures!

baby don't hurt me by orphan_account (M) 4k // LET ME BEGIN THIS WITH THE A/N AT THE END. YES I AGREEEE. Also SMUT alert but like nothing really happens? And again, while I don’t 100% get the ily thing, this one makes more sense to me and I can see why Yahaba got angry. We love crying boys though ahaha.

Retrograde by dreyars (T) 19.5k // AJFJLSFJLASD ANGST THE ANGST AND I- I love amnesia fics, they have such GREAT angst potential (which was totally used in this fic YES!) and UGH this fic. The feels you go through while reading this but ALSO THE ENDING! YES I LOVE. IN LOVE. THEY’RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR.

restless by Crawlingthroughashes (T) 2.4k // PLEASE the petty Yahaba agenda is back and the way I ajfhdjkadshlf when he started his plan. BRB CRYING (of laughter ofc). Also the CONFRONTATION. Smooth Yahaba, oh so very mf smoooooth (very much so nailed it). Sugar high trick-or-treater in bunny slippers.

The Time Yahaba gained a boyfriend by sammysosa157 (T) 3.8k // PLEASE I saw the post for this fic and it was SO funny! I really loved this prompt, and the execution of it was done really well. Boo for weird food combinations, though ig if you’re in college and you’re broke, you gotta do what you gotta do :/

wanna give you a kiss by Slumber (T) 2.8k // kith give kithes muah muah (omg I’m so sorry you had to read that no regrets tho ahaha only shame). But this fic is SO cute and boyfriend chicken is fun :D Like the fluff in this fics is just so AJKKJAF and like Watari knows best.

Touch by tetskuroo (T) 2.4k // aihdjk PLEASE. This is SOFT! KYOUTANI! and non a hole but pushy! YAHABA! There is HUGGING cause WHY NOT! But the soft Kyoutani agenda is getting pushed hard today LOL. I mean the mans starts to turns the waters works ons. What more could you possibly need? (other than a cuddle session cause why tf not >:( and me to write normally LOL)

what the night does to the day by deathbyglamour (G) 9.9k // AHH HOGWARTS! I realized I forgot to add this fic to the Hogwarts list and I was so angry at myself. The potion version of our get along shirt :) I loved this fic and their relationship development was lovely :DDDD

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back by Asimi_Shadowborn (T) 30.6k // I love magic AUs and this was ahdjsjjfjs. The trope was amazing, the execution was flawless, and the communication? Nearly nonexistent just how we like it :’) it’s a great read and you’ll regret nothing.

Baby, I bought a dragon by tetsuskitten (T) 1.1k // AJKSFHKJ WITCHES. I love them being witches/warlocks cause IT’S AN AMAZING TROPE DUH. But like the dragon made me laugh, the conman Kuroo is KJAFN. But yes, THERE’S ANOTHER FIC AND IT’S AJSHKJASF YES READ <33333 (why didn’t I just put it as a series, cause I forgot and then I got lazy, leave me be.)

Thorne-blessed by fish_wifey (T) 19.4k // (again, another that HAS ANOTHER FIC but then I was too lazy to transport it up to the series section deal with it.) But THIS YES. First tattoo artist Kyoutani is a sight to see. But also, Yahaba is baby. And like the ending of how it all got resolved was so satisfying and the conflict execution was really creative :D CAUTION FOR THIS ONE, some bullying and violence-ish!

what a wonderful kind of day by qingting (G) 1.2k // PLEASE. I love it when Kyoutani talks to animals, it fills me with joy. But also, ofc points to Yahaba for the new nickname, dog whisperer. Cute and I like it more than Mad Dog chan. Also, Kyoutani’s thoughts on Yahaba were funny and are worth the read LOL. I like pats too, Shiromaru.

what becomes of broken hearts by plumtrees (T) 8.1k // OOOOF some angst right here. Like I’m in paiiiiiiin. But you should read it so we can be in pain together :’D Like the way we had to witness the falling out AND the break up to be happy again. UGH. Just don’t think too much and jump in.

we both know what we know by Slumber (E) 4.7k // UHH EXPLICIT FOR A REASON LIKE WITHIN THE FIRST SECTION I THINK BUT THEN IT CONTINUES AHHAHA. But also, riling Kyoutani up and just teasing him in general? Fun times (at least Yahaba thinks so LOL). But like also, random thought but the comments on the (fake) IwaOi divorce made me laugh LOL.

new constellations by thealmostviki (G) 4.3k // reincarnation AU, but it’s like non linearish! It’s really good and the writing is very eloquent :D I really loved this fic and the ending was UGH adorable! I love references and the way they still feel things in the next lives :’) Milk and honey guys, milk and HONEY.

FINALLY DONE. WHEW. I hope you all enjoyed these fics, and ik my commentary got/was super bad but pls just pretend like you’re not seeing it. I swear once upon a time it was informational but now it’s just me writing random sht down LOL. Again, I love KyouHaba so this honestly was a lot of fun to make (even if I kept complaining about it) and I ended up not splitting the list hence why it’s so long! I hope I made all of you into KyouHaba lovers cause it’s one of my favorite ships :D

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REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY. RULES. repost ,   don’t  reblog !    tag 10 ! good  luck ! TAGGED. I took this from Minnie’s archived Bioshock blog. I’ve been looking for this meme all this month. TAGGING. @hammurabicomplex. @bluuxriising. @ Me - for Sal on @bulletsoverbensonhurst​. @immaterialed (charlie) @soypeor (bella) @svmmercmance​. @mrflayed. and you!

BASICS. FULL  NAME :  Eve Delores Littlejohn NICKNAME : Evie, Little Evie (by her maternal side of the family), Delores, Didi NAME  MEANING / S  Eve is from the ancient Hebrew name  חַוָּה (Chawwah), which was derived from the Hebrew word חָוָה (chawah) meaning "to breathe" or the related word חָיָה (chayah) meaning "to live". Delores is a variant of Dolores, meaning "sorrows", taken from the Spanish title of the Virgin Mary María de los Dolores, meaning "Mary of Sorrows." Littlejohn is a surname that has historically been found in England and Scotland. With potential origins being either ‘to distinguish a beloved child that was not the eldest.’ Or, ‘a contradictory nickname for a large man.’ HISTORICAL  CONNECTION? : She’s named after her grandmother, Evelyn Hollins.

AGE : 42 BIRTHDAY :  June 2 ETHNIC  GROUP : Black-American. Meaning she’s mixed with a lot (Some of her relatives are respectively Creole and Italian) but uses Black as a catch-all term. NATIONALITY :  American LANGUAGE / S : English, Italian, Spanish, Latin, some French SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :   Bisexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  Biromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS : Verse dependent, usually married -or connected- to Salvatore Scozzari in some way. CLASS : Upper-Class HOME  TOWN / AREA :   Brooklyn. Spent time between Bedford-Stuyvesant - with her paternal grandfather and Park Slope - with her maternal grandparents.  CURRENT  HOME : In her childhood home in Bedford-Stuyvesant. PROFESSION : Ballet Instructor. Former Professional Ballerina. ( Other verses see her as a professional thief. )

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Black. In terms of her natural hair, Eve has springy, 3C hair she seldom shows off because she was raised in a family where straightened hair was deemed presentable and professional.  EYES : Thin almond eyes. Dark brown. NOSE : Straight and small. FACE :  She has a prominent, high forehead, that’s accented with high cheekbones and a pointy chin. LIPS :  Full. COMPLEXION : She has a light brown (tawny) complexion.  SCARS : None major. TATTOOS : None. HEIGHT : 5′4″ BUILD : Eve has a slender build. One of those people who have been small and petite since childhood. Despite this, she also stays skinny because she is obsessively conscious of the food she consumes. The older she gets the more she weighs, however. USUAL HAIR STYLE :  Her hair is cut short. Reaching her shoulders in a neat, even bob. She either curls it in a retro fashion or curls the tips. For work she wears it in a traditional, pinned bun. USUAL FACE LOOK : In public, she appears stoic for the most part. Any emotion shown (such as the length of a smile) is carefully calculated. She has to seem perfect.  USUAL  CLOTHING : Form fitting dresses. Incredibly chic and fashionable for the time. Shoes include heels - never open-toed, unless she has on stockings. Extravagant earrings. Jewelry that can include either necklaces, crosses, pearls, or dainty rings. Prone to wearing black sunglasses in public.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Thunderstorms, airplanes, creatures like weasels, snakes and ferrets, break-ins, men she doesn’t know, harm coming to her children ASPIRATION / S :  Formerly wanted to become a major [black] ballerina in the elite world of ballet, now she just wants to expose more [inner city children] to dance through her job. Personally, she wants her children to change the world in some form or fashion, too. Eve also has good ideas on improving the community, but at the moment has no idea how to go about these ideas. POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Generous, compassionate, patient, protective NEGATIVE  TRAITS : Strict, sullen, hard to read, represses her emotions, secretive MBTI :  Advocate - INFJ-T ZODIAC :  Cancer TEMPERAMENT :  Melancholic ANIMALS :  Lioness VICE / S :  Pride & Lust FAITH : Christian. Grew up Baptist, but Catholic influences have been around her since childhood. Attended a Catholic High School in Park Slope, her grandmother Evelyn was also a practicing Catholic.  GHOSTS ? : Yes and no. She feels that objects formerly owned by the deceased posses the essence of their previous owners and that they essentially live on through these pieces of property. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes. REINCARNATION ? :  No, but it’s a romantic concept. ALIENS ? : No. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  Democratic ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE :  She likes being where she’s at now. But honestly, being upper class is all she’s ever known. SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION : Bourgeoisie, basically. The Littlejohn’s represent The Historical Black Elite.  EDUCATION  LEVEL : College level. FAMILY.

FATHER :  William ‘Bill’ Littlejohn MOTHER : Linda Littlejohn ( nee Hollins ) SIBLINGS : None EXTENDED  FAMILY : Amos Littlejohn (paternal grandfather) Liza Littlejohn (paternal grandmother) Evelyn Hollins (maternal grandmother) Giuseppe D’Aietti (maternal grandfather) and a wide host of cousins, aunts and uncles.

FAVOURITES. BOOK :  Night Song by Beverly Jenkins. The Color Purple by Alice Walker. Some sort of old, French erotic novel that was published before she was born. MOVIE : Eve watches films along the lines of...Waiting to Exhale, Beaches, The First Wives Club and Fatal Attraction. She loves Made-For-TV movies from the time period. In regards to plays, her favorite one is Sunday In The Park With George. 5  SONGS :  Meet Me On The Moon / Essence of Sapphire / No One In The World / People / The First Time I Saw Your Face  DEITY :  Persephone  HOLIDAY : New Years Eve, Christmas, Thanksgiving. Major holidays during the colder season. MONTH :  October SEASON :  Autumn PLACE :  The dance studio she works at. WEATHER : Sunny, but cool. SOUND : The voices of Anita Baker and Sarah Vaughn. A skilled hand running over piano keys. Soft trumpets. Running water. Cats making chipper little meows. SCENT / S :  Perfume, floral scented lotions, her partner’s cologne TASTE / S :  Caramel, the tang of dark chocolate, strawberries coated with either chocolate, or sprinkles of white sugar. Light Vinegar.  FEEL / S : Performing in front of an audience. Hot water engulfing your skin after a long day. Satin - whether it be the fabric of her clothes or sheets, your fingers tightly intertwined with another’s, feeling your significant other’s chest raise and lower against your skin with each breath they take. ANIMAL / S : Cocker Spaniels, Afghan Hounds, Cats, Birds - she loves all ( well, a majority ) of animals. NUMBER :  Doesn’t have one. COLOR :  White, Pink, Gold.

EXTRA. TALENTS :  Dance, Eve is trained in ballet when it comes to her main verse. She has attended ballet classes since the age of eight and ever since then she placed all of her focus into it. Similarly, Eve has always had the makings of a good artist - as a child she enjoyed drawing and had informal art lessons with a man who lived in the basement of her grandfather’s brownstone, but she never invested into that half of her. BAD AT : Singing, Being interviewed, Public Speaking (as in Speech Giving), Decision Making TURN  ONS :  Charisma, Leadership Skills, Temperature Play, Phone Sex, Heavy Kissing, Light Roleplay TURN  OFFS :  Public Sex, Tearing [ Her ] Clothes, Threesomes, Cruelty, Senseless Violence HOBBIES :  viewing plays & some musicals, reading romance novels, shopping, working out (she was into the whole celebrity VHS tape exercise trend), playing tennis, decorating AESTHETIC :  Vintage Black Glamour, Black Ballerinas, Champagne and Wine Glasses, Paintings by Melinda Byers and Edward 'Clay' Wright QUOTES :  "I'm bad with words, I hope you're good in reading eyes." / "There are truths I haven't even told God. And not even myself. I am a secret under the lock of seven keys."

FC INFO. MAIN  FC / S : Lynn Whitfield ( A Thin Line Between Love & Hate ) ALT  FC / S : Kylie Bunbury ( Twisted ) OLDER  FC / S :  Lynn Whitfield ( Greenleaf ) YOUNGER  FC / S : N/A VOICE  CLAIM / S : Lynn Whitfield

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?       A1 : Recently I decided that if/when I try to write anything serious about Eve again, it’ll center on her being a jewel thief because it presents me more fun, and emotionally diverse, opportunities. That and I have a very specific cover image in my mind. Ideally, her adventures would be a series of books. I have no title in mind, no idea about how ‘it would be filmed’ ( although a style replicating 90s films would be excellent, film grain and all. ) but, I do have a bunch of plots in mind that I really don’t feel like typing out here.  

Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?         A2 :  Her score would have a vintage sound (or a jazzy Spike Lee sound, if you will) with instrumentals by Dorothy Ashby (a Jazz Harpist) the Ahmad Jamal Trio, Pharaoh Sanders, Yusef Lateef and Tarika Blue. For music with lyrics, the soundtrack would include the likes of Julie London, Sarah Vaughn, Ella Fitzgerald, and Dionne Warwick.

Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?   + Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ? A3 :  Whenever I make NPCs for my character’s lives I actually can’t just let them just be NPCs. I start thinking about them too much. Developing them too much. And then I’m like, ‘wow! I really like this character!’ Eve was a different character when I began writing her, and likely wouldn’t be considered the same character as she was previously, if I told someone in real life who knows about my writing (like my grandma) about all the changes she has undergone. Originally Delores was a university professor, because I thought it could lead to interesting interactions with college-age muses. And her previous history with the mafia was also something interesting to tap in. But then I started thinking about what was realistic, what wasn’t realistic, what did I feel comfortable/interested writing? What didn’t I feel comfortable/interested in writing?  So as time went on, things would alter about this character. And the new things I came up with attracted me more. 

Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.         A5 :  I have a love/hate relationship with Eve’s quiet demeanor. On one hand, I think quieter characters need love and the ability to be fully dimensional but on the other hand, writing louder characters has always been more fun for me. But really, Eve’s guarded behavior makes writing her stressful in some cases with others because sometimes...if I’m going to be honest...people don’t know how to carry a thread and interact with someone of her demeanor effectively. 

Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?       A6 : We’re both black, we’re both into art (although our exact interests and aesthetics with art differ)

Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?         A7 : Realistically she would think I need to take better care of myself.

Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions with ?   A8 :  We skippin’ this question.

Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?       A9 : Films such as, “Waiting to Exhale,” “The Kitchen” and “Widows.” Books by Alice Walker, like “The Third Life of Grange Copeland” as well as her short story, “Roselily.” The historical mob figure Stephanie St. Clair.

Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?       A10 : A few hours.

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Polar Opposites [Spencer Reid]

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pairing - spencer reid x fem!alt!reader

type - fluff

note - hey, guys! this was a request! hope you enjoy it!

summary - spencer takes you out to meet his friends and they learn how different you are from him.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to decide if I liked this outfit better, or the one I had just tried on. Tonight my boyfriend, Spencer, was taking me out clubbing to meet his friends. And right now, I was looking for an outfit.

The one I had on right now was a long t-shirt that I sewed together to be a romper. Fishnet tights, a belt that went along my waist with chains hanging from the sides, a necklace Spencer had given me, and Doc Martens. The other outfit I put together consisted of red and black plaid pants, a regular belt that I put a chain through, a black cami top that had a rose on it, and a black jean jacket.

My style was... different to say the least. A lot more alternative than what a usual adult wears. But, I loved it. I was able to express myself better this way.

I heard Spencer and I’s apartment door open. Spencer called my name and I told him I was in the bedroom. He walked in and his eyes widened.

“Woah, who told you you could look that good?” He smirked.

I smiled and walked over to him. “I did.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss. He put his hands on my back, pulling me closer. I pulled away after a few moments, wanting to catch my breath.

“Is that your final outfit decision?” He asked. I smiled as he knew that I probably picked a out bunch of outfits before this.

“Hm, I’m not sure. You like it?” I asked and twirled around.

“I love it!” He exclaimed and eyed my body and the curves that the belt accentuated. My cheeks burned slightly and I led him to the bedroom to see the other outfit.

“Well, if we are gonna dance you might get too hot in the jacket and pants. But other than that, it’s your choice,” he shrugged.

I thought for a moment. “You’re right. I’ll stick with this.”

“Sounds good! I’m gonna go get ready,” he said.

I nodded and he turned his head before he left to the bathroom.

“Have I told you you looked good yet?” He asked.

“Hm... not in those exact words, no,” I chuckled. He laughed, “Well, you look ravishing.”

“Thank you, lover boy,” I winked. He chuckled again and then left to go to the bathroom.

I sighed happily and sat down on our bed. I truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be dating Dr. Spencer Reid. Us two were so different and due to that, a lot of people wouldn’t picture us together. But we ran into each other on the street - five months ago - , me accidentally spilling my coffee on him. I apologized profusely, but he said it was his fault and offered to buy me a cup sometime. I, of course, said yes and the rest was history.

I think what made us work was, well, I found him incredibly attractive. His fluffy hair, soft eyes, inncocent nature, and intelligent mind. We also shared a similar childhood it seemed. I was bullied for being different and knowing every word to My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park songs. And Spencer was bullied for being a child prodigy. But in my eyes, I didn’t understand who would bully him. He was a true gentleman, best friend, and incredibly sexy fact-spitter.

While thinking, Spencer’s hands wrapped around me. I smiled and turned to kiss his cheek.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Mhm,” I hummed. We both got up and I took a look at him.

His hair fell around his eyes and his lips held his perfect smile. He was wearing a dark-purple dress shirt and black pants.

“You look handsome,” I smiled.

“Thanks, babe,” he said and entertwined his hand with mine. Butterflies flew around my stomach and my knees went weak. Even after being together for almost half a year, he still had the same affects on me as he did from the beginning.

He grabbed his car keys and we went to the car. As we drove to the bar, I sang along to my MCR CD. Even though Spencer didn’t like this type of music, I still found him mouthing the lyrics.

We arrived at the bar and my palms started to get sweaty. Spencer opened the door for me and I thanked him and slowly started walking to the door. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I saw his friends sitting and talking at the bar.

“Hey, they’ll love you,” Spencer said, reading my mind.

“I hope so,” I said and took a deep breath.

Spencer led me over, saying hi first.

“Hey, guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/n,” Spencer smiled.

They all looked at you with friendly smiles and wide eyes.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” I smiled. “You must be Emily, Derek, Penelope, and JJ?” I guessed.

“Spot on! I see Spencer has talked a lot about us,” Emily smiled.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I wanted to be prepared.”

She nodded and then Penelope went to speak.

“I love your outfit and style!” She exclaimed.

I smiled and felt myself relax slightly. “Thank you! I’ve always been one for being different.”

“Oh, me too. Hence all the bright colors and green eyeshadow,” she giggled.

“Oh, awesome! And the eyeshadow looks great!”

“Why thank you. I think we are gonna be great friends.”

“Me, too,” I giggled.

“So, Y/n,” JJ started. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh, I spilled my coffee all over him and he offered to buy me another sometime,” I explained.

Derek smiled and clapped him on the back. “My man! You know, pretty boy here used to be all books, but now he has some game!”

Spencer blushed and muttered a ‘thanks’.

“Really? He’s always had game,” I chuckled.

“If you knew me a couple years ago, you wouldn’t have thought so,” Spencer chuckled.

“Well I would’ve loved you either way,” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Oh you guys are adorable!” Penelope gushed.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Do you want some drinks?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, sure!” I smiled.

“Great, what would you like?”

“Um, a Manhattan,” I answered.

“Sounds good. And an Old Fashioned for you, Spence?” Emily asked.

Spencer nodded. I got out my credit card but they stopped me.

“We invited you out. It’s on us,” JJ smiled.

“Oh, uh... you sure? We can split the bill,” I suggested.

“Yeah, we’re sure. Next time you can pay for all of us,” Emily winked.

I laughed, “Okay, deal.”

“Let’s go find a seat,” JJ said. We all nodded and followed Derek and JJ while Emily and Penelope ordered our drinks.

“So, what’re your interests?” JJ asked.

“Oh, I’m interested in art. I’m actually an Art Gallery Dealer, and I paint and draw, too. I love music, that’s also another big part of my life. I’m kind of in a band, too,” I answered.

“Oh, really? You any good?” Derek asked.

“Eh,” I shrugged. Spencer rolled his eyes and smiled. “She’s being modest. She’s the lead singer and guitarist. She’s amazing.”

I blushed and held Spencer’s hand under the table.

“Wow, mind if we see you sometime?” JJ asked.

“Not at all,” I shook my head.

“Great!”

Emily and Penleope came over with all of our drinks.

“So, what did we miss?” Emily asked.

“Y/n, here, is in a band!” JJ exclaimed.

“Oh, really? That’s fun,” Emily smiled and took a sip of her beer.

“What kind of music do you play?” Penelope asked.

“Alternative Rock,” I said. “Ah, I should’ve known,” Penelope laughed.

“So have you ever liked the alternative style?” Derek asked.

“Ever since middle school. I guess you could call it emo, too. But it’s a fun way to express myself. I was bullied, but I always knew that it’s good to be different,” I explained.

They all smiled.

“Wow, that really cool,” Emily said.

“Thanks,” I chuckled.

“Hey, there’s karaoke here! I know your band isn’t here, but we’d love to hear you,” JJ smiled, changing the subject.

I laughed nervously and Spencer squeezed my hand for support.

“Sure,” I said. I downed my drink and stood up.

“You’ll do great!” Spencer said and gave me thunbs up. I laughed and went up to the DJ.

“Hey, are you doing karaoke right now?” I asked.

“Yeah! Wanna be the first contestant?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I smiled.

“What song, sweetie?”

“Helena by My Chemical Romance,” I said.

“You got it. Here’s the mic, good luck!”

I thanked her and grabbed the mic. I went on the stage and immediately looked for Spencer. My eyes locked with his and he gave me another thumbs up. I smiled at his support.

The intro started and I took a deep breath and put my hand on my stomach.

“Long ago, just like the Hearse you die to get in again. we are so far from you, burning on.” I sang.

As I went on, people came in front of the stage, crowding around. Spencer and his friends came up. Penelope and Emily were singing along even.

“Well I've been holding on tonight. What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight,” I sang and loosened up. I moved my head and body with the music.

As I sang onto the next verse, almost the whole club was jumping around and singing the lyrics. I smiled and I felt my confidence build up.

“Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave and then. We'll meet again. When both our cars collide,” I sang into the mic, getting louder with each word.

“What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight!” I jumped around. “And if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight!”

I finsihed the song and inhaled loudly, catching my breath. Everyone clapped. Derek, Emily, and Spencer whistled. I smiled and went off the stage. The group met me back at our table.

“Wow! You are talented!” Emiy laughed.

“Thank you. I took voice lessons for 12 years,” I chuckled.

“It payed off,” Derek smiled.

The rest of the night consisted of dancing and talking more. I felt myself grow tired and decided to go home with Spencer.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/n,” JJ smiled.

“You, too,” I said and returned the smile.

“See you at work, guys,” Spencer said.

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The Next Day *2nd POV*

“So, you met Reid’s girlfriend?” Rossi asked.

Emily nodded and sat down. “They are like polar opposites, but she’s so sweet.”

“How so?” Hotch asked. “She’s more alternative,” JJ explained.

“Hm... wait, is that her over there?” Hotch asked and pointed to the conference room’s window.

The team saw you giving Spencer his lunch. You were dressed in a blue bad black plaid skirt, crop top, with tights and your boots.

“Wow, she is different,” Rossi said.

“But he looks happy,” Hotch grinned slightly.

“He deserves it,” JJ smiled.

They all looked at the two of you, smiling fondly.

“I’m glad he found her,” Emily said.

“Me, too, Em,” Derek smiled.

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Febuwhump Day 3

Febuwhump Day 3: Imprisonment Alt 1: Truth Serum

Rating: G

Words: 1051

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Summary: Usually Link doesn't talk very much, but when he does...

He Said What?!

The Champions were all older than me. It rarely bothered me since I'm the Princess and my authority and worth come from places other than experience for all that I am associated with the Goddess of Wisdom. I choose to believe that my wisdom is established by my commitment to choosing such people as my advisors. Those who are older and wiser. Those who are currently getting drunk while I am sitting on a log by the fire, completely sober. I don't deny that they have earned the right to take time off and drink. I don't dislike that they did not offer me any alcohol - I would have refused since I am underage. So, I am not bothered by their age, the exclusion, their taking of a well-deserved break, or anything else I can think to blame. This means I am not bothered by the way that Urbosa and Daruk apparently have the same taste in bawdy tavern songs. Or that Mipha is trying to get into Link's pants again. Or that Link is so completely unaware of Mipha's attention that he is posturing with Revali without noticing that his flexing is attracting the eyes of the wrong bird.

I have seen Urbosa drunk many times. The festivals I've attended in Gerudo have ensured that I am proficient in the music she and Daruk are currently butchering. I could sing all five verses and I could probably give a passable performance of the accompanying dance. It would be almost funny to join in and see the look on everyone else's faces. I imagine that Daruk and Urbosa would find it funny. Revali would pretend that he didn't find it funny. Mipha would be horrified and Link would have kittens.

Assuming Link would even notice. He was talking tonight. That wasn't strictly speaking unusual since we have both been making more of an effort to be friends since our misadventure in the desert. I have been working on being more generous with him and he has been working on being more open with me. However, he's talking a lot.

"I've been practicing a lot with the bow, Rev," Link said in a rush, "I want to show you. I'm sure I could do better than last time. Come on, pick a target. I can do it."

"I don't know Link-" Revali started.

"-No, no, no. I'm serious!" Link said even faster, "I've gotten really good. I focus really, really hard just like you said. I can do this. Pick a target. I can do it."

Revali sighed a long-suffering sigh. "Maybe later. I'm on guard duty right now." He turned and slid cautiously onto the ground. He tipped slightly to the left where he sat. Maybe I should steal his arrows so he can't hurt anyone by accident.

Link looked upset for just a moment before his face cleared and he turned towards me.

"Zelda! Why are you sitting over there? You should come talk to me," Link said. He wasn't really slurring his words, but he wasn't as precise in his vowels as usual which just made his thick Faronian accent more difficult to decipher.

"Link, you are drunk," Mipha said gently, "Maybe you should take a break and let the Princess have some time to herself."

She tried unsuccessfully to take Link's glass away.

"Mipha! I didn't know you were here! No, give me that back. It's mine, get your own. Oh! You'll have to watch when Revali and I practice later. He's going to pick targets and I'm going to show him what I've learned!"

A nervous giggle tore out of Mipha's mouth, "You haven't changed at all since you were a child, Link. I'm going to talk Revali out of your nonsense."

She left us alone and Link watched her leave for a moment before turning to me.

"You know, I think she wants me to marry her. I don't think I'd like that very much. Do you think I should say yes anyway?" I was stunned. I was certain that Link didn't know that Mipha was interested in him. I was shocked he noticed her at all, honestly. Alcohol seemed to act as a sort of truth-telling elixir on Link so I shouldn't have been surprised by the next revelation out of his mouth.

"I met her when I was a baby, did you know that? She was literally my mother's midwife so I've really, really known her forever. I'm the same age as her little brother. I don't think I could marry my sister and Mipha is basically my sister. I don't think my mother would like it either. She thinks I should marry a nice girl from Hateno who's good at math. I'm hopeless at it and Ma says that math is important for keeping the books neat and orderly. You're all sciency, Princess, do you know a girl who is good at math? I could marry her and then I wouldn't have to tell Mipha that I don't want to marry my sister."

I sat in shocked silence for a moment. Link was in earnest and did not blink as he waited for my answer. I admit that my mouth was hanging open just a little. Who do you recommend when the boy you kind-of like asks which math-focused girl he can marry so he can get out of an uncomfortable conversation? One that is completely inappropriate, of course.

"Well... I like math." I had to get that out there even if it was too subtle for his drunken brain, "So I know lots of girls who are good at it. I think the best one is Urbosa. She keeps her whole city running smoothly and sometimes that means doing math."

A small pucker appeared between Link's eyebrows as he considers my suggestion.

"I don't think that will work, Princess," He says slowly, "I think she only likes other ladies and I think she might notice that I'm not a very good lady. Besides, she's the closest thing the Princess has to a mother these days and it would probably be weird to be in love with your wife's pseudo-daughter. Don't worry. I'll think of someone."

At that astonishing announcement, Link turned on wobbly legs and shouted for Revali to pick a target. 

[cyberghost-scout]

Hidden Ghost AU Lore because this monster needs a fresh coat of paint

Okay, lore time 

For warning, some mention self-harm and attempted suicide.

In this verse, Ghostwire defected the Decepticons after the death and disappearances of Fedelis and Flow. She felt awful about it, as she witnesses their deaths, them saving her from a freak accident of a space bridge. At first, she felt guilty trying to take her own life, trying to claw out her neck cables. Instead, she decided not to at the last second, clawing out the Decepticon symbol, leaving some nasty scars. She went after that.

She'd traveled all over the systems, not staying long on cybertronian settlements, collecting enough supplies before either side picks up on her trail. She knows happened if either side gets her. The Autobots: wanting to take and interrogate or barging with her to give up information. Or if Decepticon gets her a fate worse than death for those who defect.

~Eventually, after vons of bouncing from planet to planet, she found a place that she can finally settle down—a backwater planet, young, Earth, in the year 1987.

After years of driving around and slowly learning, she finally had a holoform to interact with the humans' thanks to radio and the blips of the internet. Sure she didn't want to socialize much, and those scars on her neck look like she survived an animal attack. And now, she has to be in her alt mode at all times to conserve her energy and maintain her holoform. But she was just tired of moving around from place to place and tries to rebuild a life.

~ Sure, her holoform looks normal minus the horrific old scars on her neck, but there are times she triggers some form of the uncanny valley to humans. Here's the list:

1. Her original strength is a more petite (6′7″ body) human body. Her warm brown eyes glitched into the whole sclera and iris being a robotic, ruby red with the pupil turning a burning white if her patients and anger were reaching a point if she hadn't caught herself in time to keep it into check. 

2. Same thing with the hair but instead of charcoal, black flashes into a shade of green.

3. And the femme could not get the color of human blood right; even if you point a BFG to her, it has a slight pink glow to it under the crimson she learned. That's one of the limitations of these forms.

4. Oh and yeah, her fangs. But she gladly shows them to some creep before punching them in a gut.

Aside from that, she tries her absolute best to check those things in controlled. Mostly so she can stay out of trouble and to have better chances of her new, complicated life.

~ If she eats human food in her holoform. Yes, but no, enough to keep appearances. The food stays somewhere if she's in a situation that has to have her eat. Other than that, no, she doesn't eat at all.

~ But at the end of the month, Ghostwire can feel her joints in her alt-mode locking up. So she has to drive out in the night to a secluded part of what area and transforms out, stretching her limbs and enjoy herself some Energon and oil. But she's not entirely free of wanting to hide and flee at anything. She has to wear a mask and a cloak to conceal her form and face. And she's close to a challenging route for humans, the government, or other cybertonians to escape. She even thought of backup locations once her current spot is compromised. After she’s done stretching and enjoying her break. She transforms back and go away until the next month.