#Xs and Os fic

[callsignspark]

soft-tober | 05 | Jake Seresin

soft-tober is about experiencing the joys of October with loved ones. each day is a fall-related one-shot for one of the couples from my Dagger, Sword & Shield universe, plus a few extras! today is Jake and Flora with “Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.” from this prompt list.

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warnings: extreme fluff, Jake being a sweetheart, lots of kissing

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05. “Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.”

“A little to the left… no, right. Left. Right. Don’t you know how to center something, Jake?!”

The blonde man turns on the ladder, eyebrows raised in amusement. “It is centered, Flora. You’re just standing at an angle.”

Her heart drops as she looks around, realizing she is off-center. A couple scoots to the left tells her that Jake does have the wreath perfectly centered on the balcony.

“I’m sorry.” The apology is muffled as she rubs at her eyes. Flora knows she’s being ridiculous, putting way too much effort into decorating for the shop-or-treat the business of Madison Ave are hosting during the fall block party. Staying open later than usual to hand out candy to costumed children while their parents patronize the shops.

She’s trying her hardest to appeal to kids so they’ll drag their parents inside. A florist isn��t exciting to little ones, not when there’s a bakery three doors down and a comic book store across the street. So the décor - a strategic blend of fall and Halloween - is going to be doing the heavy lifting to get people to stay for longer than it takes to put a Snickers in a pumpkin bucket.

Jake climbs down the ladder after securing the wreath in place, wrapping his arms around Flora and pulling her into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes again, her face pressed against his strong chest.

“It’s okay.” He reassures her, his warm hands rubbing her back. “I know you’re stressed, but you don’t have to worry about Studio Cacti taking over.”

Studio Cacti. Another florist shop that opened up over the summer only two blocks away. Owned by some snobby girl who was paying the bills with Daddy’s money. Flora felt hypocritical saying that, considering how she paid for the shop’s remodel and the new flower cooler, but she had started all on her own. Scrimping and saving, pouring every available cent into her shop. During that first year, she had even slept on an air mattress in her office, unable to afford the store mortgage and her apartment rent at the same time.

“Yes, I do, Jake. She’s got more money at her disposal than I’ll make in my entire life. When push comes to shove, she’ll win because she can afford it.”

“Trust me, I have a few ideas, and if I can get everything into place, you’ll be the most successful florist in the city, maybe even the county.”

Flora pulls away, tucking her hair behind her ears as she stares at Jake. The smug look on his face should make her wary - should turn her off - but it doesn’t. It makes her feel giddy whenever she sees it; she’s pretty sure he Pavloved her with his bright smile.

“And am I allowed to know about these plans?”

“Nope, just worry about shop-or-treat for now.”

“It’s my shop, Jacob.”

“God, I love when you call me that.”

“Focus.”

The undignified noise that escapes as he squats down and wraps her legs around his waist makes her cheeks burn. Usually, she hates when men try to pick her up, but she never hates when Jake does it. Flora is taken off guard again when he plops her on the counter next to the register, using the distraction to ignore the voice telling her it’s okay when Jake does it because she likes him.

“I am focused, Phillips. C’mere.”

He kisses her just like he did the first time, like he’s done every time. Gentle at first, simply pressing their lips together as he cups her neck, then he tugs her closer, intensity increasing as he tests the waters to see if she wants to go further.

Normally, she’s all in for a good makeout session, one where his big hands will roam and caress her body in just the right way that will lead to them being naked later on, but tonight, she pulls back.

“Can we do a test run?”

“A test- of what?”

“Of shop-or-treat. You go out and come in pretending to be a kid. Use fresh eyes; look for anything that needs improving.”

“You want me to pretend to be a ten-year-old boy?”

“It should be easy; that’s how mature you are.” She regrets the snipe as soon as it leaves her mouth, Jake immediately attacking her sides. Flora holds out for about five seconds, laughter bubbling out as she gives in. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“I just want to put it on record that I think this is a dumb idea because everything is already great, but I’m doing this anyway. For you.”

She hates the way her heart flutters at his wink. They had agreed to be friends-with-benefits, nothing more. Heart thumping was definitely not within the bounds of their agreement. Maybe it was time to end the arrangement.

The bells ring as Jake walks back in, doing exactly what she asked and interrupting her thoughts. Green eyes big and round as he looks around the store like a kid in a candy shop. His eyebrows furrow slightly at different points in the room, and Flora knows he’s making mental notes on what needs to be changed.

She lets him go on for a few minutes, swinging her legs and admiring how his gray t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders. Shoulders that probably still have marks where her nails dug into him a few days ago.

“Aren’t you going to say it?”

“Say what?” He asks as he finishes his examination, standing a few feet in front of her.

“Trick or treat?”

“Well… depends on if you’re the treat or not.” He laughs as she whines his name. “Everything is great. The only thing that’s going to make it better is us finishing what you already had planned.”

“Really?”

“Even the most sticky, snotty-nose brat will want to come into the flower shop with the pretty lady behind the counter.”

Flora’s breath hitches as he crowds into her space, hands tugging her hips closer as their lips meet. She melts into the kiss, sinking her hands into his hair. It’s getting a bit long; he’ll need to get a trim soon so he’s up to regulations, but she loves how it feels between her fingers. He’s the only man she didn’t have to introduce to conditioner, his sisters taking care of that lesson back in high school.

“Excuse me, are you open?”

Her internal debate about whether to hook her legs around him here or pull him up to her office and put the couch to good use is interrupted as they break apart.

“What?” Flora pants, brain still scrambled from how Jake was grabbing at her thighs.

“Are you open?”

“No, ma’am; I’m sorry, we’re not open right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad! I wanted to get flowers for my daughter, she just gave birth! Lilies are her favorite, and I saw your case through the window. You have the most beautiful options.”

“I’m sorry if you want to come back-”

“Is it your first grandchild?” Jake interrupts, sliding Flora off the counter.

“It is! A little girl!”

“Congratulations!” He smiles, turning to Flora. “Take the sale; I’ll finish decorating.”

A kiss on her forehead, and he’s making his way up the stairs, unraveling leaf garland to wrap around the banister.

She’s only slightly distracted as she puts together a bouquet filled with white lilies, baby’s breath, and eucalyptus for the new grandmother, Jake constantly on her mind. And after cashing out her newest customer and locking the door, Flora makes her way upstairs. Her heart soft as she watches Jake carefully string twinkle lights along the railing he just finished decorating, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah, darlin'?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” His pretty green eyes blink up at her in confusion, and she realizes she’s not quite sure how to answer.

Thank you for helping decorate.

Thank you for understanding about how much I work.

Thank you for accepting that I can only do friends-with-benefits with you.

“Just… for everything.”

“Of course, whatever you need, Flora. You know that.”

She feels herself weakening as he stands up and saunters over to her, his smile so big that his eyes crinkle and his dimples show. This time, Flora doesn’t make a noise when he lifts her; just wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. The two of them giggling when Jake drops her onto the couch and climbs on top of her, hooking her legs over his hips.

The decorating is so not getting finished tonight… oh well.

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[bunniehoneys]

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Full list of my fics across all fandoms and links to rebloggable posts below the cut!

Banana Fish

Canon-compliant:

eumelanin - rated T / Asheiji / Future AU / Ash Lynx Lives / Fluff - 5.4K, Complete.

Series: you ignited my pale heart (band au):

out of touch, in harmony - rated M / Asheiji / Hurt-comfort / Found Family / Photographer!Eiji x Frontman!Ash - 11/12, 106K, Ongoing with words unspoken - rated T / Asheiji / Companion piece to chapters five and seven of above / POV Ash Lynx - 4.2K, Complete.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Canon Compliant:

the open chest of an apex predator - rated M / Satosugu / Character Study / experimental narrative style / hurt no comfort / major character death - 8.8K, Complete. under shady trees, a quiet street - rated G / Itafushi / Fluff / Oneshot - 2.7K, 1/1, Complete.

Series: lights out, and away we go (Formula 1 AU):

coanda effect - rated M / Satosugu & Minor Itafushi / Slow Burn / Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers / Dual Narrative - 262.1K, 24/24, Complete.

Series: see you on the powerplay (Hockey AU):

breakaway - rated T / Satosugu / Pre-Slash / Oneshot - 9.5K, 1/1, Complete. on our roster - rated G / Satosugu / Pre-Slash / Oneshot - 8.6K, 1/1, Complete. coast to coast - rated M / Satosugu / Pre-Slash / Multichap - 16.8K, 2/2, Complete. hat trick - rated M / Satosugu / Pre-Slash / Multichap - 8.0K, 1/3, Ongoing. xs and os - rated E / Satosugu / Smut / Oneshot - 15.7K, 1/1, Complete.

Other AUs:

hurts good - rated T / Gojohime / Fluff / One Shot - 8.7K, 1/1, Complete.

first kiss at twenty five - rated G / Satosugu / Modern AU - No Curses / Fluff / One Shot - 2.5K, 1/1, Complete.

[twinbrujahs]

So Sis made like an entire Outlaw Star x Xiaolin Showdown fic about these two within two weeks and she's afraid to post it because it's basically Porn with a Plot/Plot with porn, but more importantly, it has a Plot Connection element that should not be that obvious between a kids cartoon and a Rated R Anime around their plot conceptions

Unless the XS Devs were OS fans 🤔

[ao3feed-jaytim]

Xs &amp; Os (kiss me where no one can see)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52681615 by Silicon_Tiger Tim keeps reminding him of the rules and it's getting on his nerves. Words: 615, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Alphabet Titles Inspired Fics Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: inspired by title, discussion faking a death, discussing killing someone read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52681615

[cicaklah]

Ten Random Lines Tag

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Thanks to @myth-blossom and @diana-fortyseven for the tag.

Decided to do it at random using a RNG because I'm extra like that.

A perfect storm in a teacup - Esca frantically pulls him out of his clothes, lingering and undulating over him, all the while whispering beautiful things between luscious kisses ‘I wish I could take my time with you, I wish to climb you, I wish to be inside you, I wish to never let you go, I wish you to be mine until the stars fall from the sky, I wish to forsake all others but for you, I wish for your body to be my fire, I wish that the only time I cannot see you would be when I close my eyes.’ And Marcus unsheathes his dangerous tongue and whispers back ‘yes’ to every one.

(watch me) rearrange the board - “Barney?” “Yes?” “Go and get the doctor now, I’m badly injured.” He hears an impotent squawk, followed by the door creaking and then closing. “Still got it,” Kasimir says to the empty room.

a hundred os and xs - That said, while John tried, his erstwhile suitemate was the least Vulcan Vulcan John had ever met. Even excluding his strange mode of dress, Cherlok was messy, inconsiderate and always in and out of John’s personal space like John’s privacy wasn’t worth anything. He was vain, prissy and by turns so sarcastic John had had to check whether his understanding that the Vulcan language had 100 words for stoicism and none for satire was in itself a joke.

The Grand Gesture - I suppose we all are exotic to someone. I tried to order my thoughts to imagine what one said to a lady being so brazen and obvious with what she wanted. I stammered a few halting near-obscenities in an ashamed tone. “Do not be a timid rabbit about it!” she barked, and that did it. My mind rose to the occasion and I felt myself think the clearest thought I had since the night began. ‘What would Raffles do, at a time like this? How would he make the most of this situation?’

heart and fist and human voice - There was pizza with fruit on, and Ray had had a couple of beers and there had even been hockey on the television, a safe match of two US teams but not involving the hawks, so neither of them were particularly invested. Perhaps it was the utter familiarity of the night that lulled them both into a sense of security, made the whole state of their relationship seem normal before it caught them off guard. The air went weird, like all of the hairs on the back of Fraser’s neck rose up in primitive reaction to danger or an electrical storm.

all these pieces of you (and you) - Will’s DNA was everywhere on one particular suit. The epithelials implied that he’d worn the jacket against bare skin. There were body hairs with the skin tag still attached embedded against the arms of the fabric that you wouldn’t see when worn as intended, over a shirt. She can’t help but imagine how it would look on him. Hannibal’s chest measurement was impressive, a body kept in top condition for a man of his age, while Will is delicate, fragile, with small shoulders and a tight rib cage beneath his dishevelled clothes. The jacket would hang heavily on him in the shoulders, maybe even run a little long in the arms. The image of Will, topless in Hannibal’s heavy winter windowpane check, was incongruous and yet somehow romantic, a chivalrous gesture that seemed fitting of Dr. Lecter, however much of a strange feeling it was to apply that to them at all.

the truth is such a bore - “Oh no, don’t misunderstand me, I’d be honoured,” Dob says. “I just didn’t think you…did that. I’m more than happy to jump on the bed and talk about ramming my meat sword in your doughy sheath for twenty minutes if you just want to get one over on the tax gnome.” “Please stop, or I’ll never eat again,” Corazon says, remembering the aftermath of their afternoon on the euphemism treadmill. 

apres moi, le deluge - When she looks in the mirror, the red of Margot's lipstick is ground into the grain of her skin and her hair is askew and she thinks she has never looked more beautiful. Her legs wobble more, but Margot kisses her brazenly on the neck, a comical red lip print sticking out against the dark brush of her half-undone hair. They get the bill, and then a hotel room they don't leave for two days.

go let the stars watch (let them stare) - He shifts, and opens his shoulders, spreading his arms subtlety. It's perhaps plausible that this is just him moving to get comfortable, but this isn't a game anymore, and they both know it. She lies back down, but this time she is in his arms, and they're face to face, closer than they’ve ever been before. He always thought that if they were ever to kiss it would be in the darkness, in some stolen corner, out of the way. He never thought it would be so well lit, never dreamed of natural light, clear skies, large windows, the promise of spring in the air.

ICA Outstanding Performance Tumblr Ficlets With Gloves - (chapter 26: blood for the blood money god) He apologises with a still half numb tongue, a curious aftermath of the poison and the pleasure, and she looks down at herself, bemused, pulling her dress back into place. “Don’t worry, 47”, she says, getting to her feet. "I’ve always marked up easily.” She gives him her hand, and lights a cigarette, looking at him from under her eyelashes at him as she takes a long, deliberate drag. His dick twitches, and he pulls her in, steals a drag, his first, a day for firsts, it seems, and feels her fire in his lungs as she purrs against his mouth. “You’ll see.”

Im late to this party but pls @stickthisbig @ronniebox @skylightpirate and whoever else fancies it <3

[hwaightme]

hiii!! u probably saw me spam a few days ago🙉 but omg i love ur works sm!! i've been reading wooyoung's your fan fic a bunch of times already, it makes me so giggly and shit🚶 the way u made each story of the series is so AAAAA i love it so much ehe ^^ i get too shy when interacting with users off anon so i hope u dont mind even though im pretty sure u know who i am🫥

anyway, i absolutely like ur writing style!! and also how ur fics aren't too fast or slow paced when it comes to a member and the reader's relationship developing.

mwuah ily heh <3

-🦀 (just an emoji u can associate me with bcs i might visit here sometimes^^)

HELLO THERE 🦀 ANON (and I totally do not mind the anon, I am just delighted to be talking with you <3)!!! Lol I love it, because for real you absolutely make me melt into a puddle of happiness! I am beyond grateful that you love the series and that the chaos brings the giggles ahaha, and a separate shoutout to Wooyoung for being who he is and providing us with the most meme-y inspiration😂

Aaaahshdjdkgl hearing that you like my writing style and pacing just means so much to me!! It is something that I am constantly working on (all the battles of 'is this... rambling?') so your words are priceless <3

Thank you so very much, 🦀anon!

Xs and Os to you, ilyt<3

[writingmochi]

ooh okie when u post it i'll read it! awhh :c that's okay tho you can catch up after. We can just converse and I hope by doing this, I can make your days a little better. <33 sending you some extra care and hugs. Sorry for coming in so late today but dw i haven't forgotten you all, it would be very hard to forget you all. -🐘anon

lissie: hi hello! i’ll make sure to post the fic’s link the soobin discord channel when i posted it! and yeah sorry for that. i’m entering my final exams week and am trying my best to juggle isobel too because i don’t want to dwell on it much longer. idk how the ending might hold to the beginning but this is clearly more two-act structured than three. many of the characters’ actions will be consider in the “gray” area, but that is what humans do, huh?

and don’t worry for coming in late. your xs and os start my day great!

[philtstone]

and maybe #38 for the lotr characters of your choice (maybe in your summer camp/road trip/grad students AU if you feel so inclined?? But follow your ♥️)

#38 -- until you come back home i am absolutely inclined to write for that au because i just finished rewatching fellowship and wept a little (read a lot; its been A Week) at the last 40 minutes so my natural instinct was to write something belligerently, intrinsically ridiculous. here is the original fic to which emma is referring and i dont know necessarily how well the prompt was met but it's in there somewhere. thanks homie xxo you always got my back on this verse

Frodo has come to notice that Aragorn has a no-honking-the-van-horn-unless-it's-life-or-death policy, which becomes a point of contention amongst the party when they are trapped in a veritable angry-honk stand off with twenty other cars in a traffic-logged mountain road. Frodo observes this from his spot in the middle row of the van, squashed between Sam and Merry, while Gandalf harrumphs over their upside-down roadmap and everyone in the back -- by which Frodo very much means everyone -- continues to bicker. The volume of said bickering is only slightly better now than about twenty minutes ago, when they had Boromir on speaker phone.

"If the highway's blocked all the way from here to that big Rohan City Stadium --"

"This is the only road with actual pavement though."

"But if it's blocked --"

"Bloody global warming. This isn't natural, you know? This kind of rainstorm, in June?"

"Actually," says Legolas's voice, "it's hailing. This is a hail storm."

He says this as the torrentious patter of rain on the roof of the van above their heads turns somewhat more violent.

Eowyn groans and buries her face in her hands. Frodo supposes she's every right to groan, as her legs are squashed in between Gimli, who is continuing to decry the climate crisis, and Faramir's knapsack of snacks, which in his defense he is holding mostly atop his own person, but it's so large that it leans a bit onto Eowyn too. Sam is playing xs and os against himself by drawing invisible lines on his knee and Merry has his cheek squashed against his hand and keeps sighing loudly every five minutes. Pippin's fast asleep and snoring.

Up at the front of the car, Aragorn remains staring determinedly at nearly invisible the road -- the view from the windshield is Abstract Grey Haze -- Gandalf remains muttering over their map, and Arwen, who gets carsick when the weather is like this, remains morosely in the middle seat, her head resting quietly against the driver's shoulder.

The cacophony of honking cars continues around them, as does the storm. The road really is well and truly blocked. Frodo thinks a big tree might have knocked down onto it. And perhaps something about power lines.

Giving Sam a significant Look, he unclips his seatbelt and scoots up to peak between the drivers' seats. The stereo is playing Joni Mitchel at very low volume. Frodo wonders if perhaps it isn't Uncle Bilbo's old CD, donated righteously to the cause.

"What do they think they're achieving, honking the horns?" Frodo wonders aloud, as another obnoxious beep sounds.

"Satisfying their own frustrations," Aragorn offers, without much judgment. He taps his fingers against the wheel and adjusts the rearview mirror, which has a dried bundle of lavender hanging from it. He's pulled his hoodie over his hair to keep from getting cold, as the window has been cracked open for Arwen's sake. Yet another car horn screeches, quite close to them this time; Arwen grimaces and Aragorn's expression turns very slightly grim.

"Will we really have to go back?" Frodo asks, very quietly. Gimli keeps talking about the old highway tunnel his cousin built. But that's nearly a day's drive from here, still.

"Harrumph," is all Gandalf says, and turns the map over a third time; Frodo looks at Aragorn.

"There's a sign that says falling rocks ahead," he says, as quiet as Frodo had been. "I don't like the idea of that."

"Harrumph," says Gandalf again, more forcefully. He takes a puff of his e-cigarette. The windshield wipers squeak a bit on their next routine whub across.

Frodo sighs. Wriggling a little, he reaches into the front pocket of his t-shirt and pulls out the USB drive. This is an awful lot of misery just to potentially save the environment.

"What do you think, Frodo?" asks Aragorn. For the first time all afternoon he has taken his eyes off the road and is looking at Frodo.

On the one hand, Frodo thinks, if they go back, it will be at least another few days added to the number of days before they can go home. But if they stay here in this hail storm -- well. Road safety is very important, Frodo's always thought. He's sure Sam's gaffer would agree. He's not wholly sure Uncle Bilbo would agree, but then, he is not in the van.

Aragorn gives Gandalf a significant look -- of a different flavour from that which Frodo offered Sam earlier -- over the top of Arwen's head, when Frodo expresses this. Gandalf looks terribly aggrieved. But then he looks at Frodo and he says,

"Yes, alright."

With a hard yank their van swerves out of the lane and into the opposite one (there is a series of loud cries and intermingled oofs from the back) which is just soon enough to miss the fender bender behind them. They spray hail-water and nearly get clipped by a giant oncoming semi truck, but that collision's averted; with a decisive, sure palm, Aragorn slams the car horn, so long and loud that Pippin all but yelps awake.

Frodo scoots back over to Sam, and they begin playing xs and os together.

"Warmer weather, here we come!" Gimli declares happily from the back.

"Mosquitoes live in warm weather," Legolas supplies helpfully. "They're big carriers of West Nile this season."

As the worst of the storm is left behind them, Eowyn groans again.

[itsnothesameasitwas]

For the fic gamee <3 X

make sure to read all the tags before read and i hope you enjoy this fic as much i did

X - X O and everything in between by Stylinsontimes | 5k | NR

“Hey Haz, who gave you all the hugs and kisses?” Niall asks surprised.

“um, what?” Harry asks clearly lost.

“All this? The hugs and kisses?” Niall asks waving a hand towards the board’s general area.

“I assure I don’t use my soft board for hugs or for kisses at any cost. I am not quite that desperate.”

“So you have never really noticed that this is a collection of random Xs and Os?” Niall finally tears his eyes away from it and raises an eyebrow at Harry.

Basically Louis finds a special way to express his love for Harry. He gives him hugs and kisses but without his knowledge. Harry is just too love struck to notice that the gorgeous boy loves him as much as he does.

send me a letter (a-z) and i'll give you a fanfic which title starts with that letter

[breannacasey]

@ciaimpala asked: Hi! I hope its okay to request another fic for Bad Things Bingo, I love your writing! Used as Bait for Leverage OT3, Tarlos, or Buddie, your choice :) No major character death please, my heart can't take it! ;D

Xs are done, Os are WIPs

For @badthingshappenbingo: Used as Bait

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24635080

Title: Worry, Worry, Worry

Fandom: 9-1-1

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary: No matter how many times Buck gets told that he will be safe, when Eddie accepts to be serial killer bait, Buck worries about him.

Previous squares:  Fulfilled, Not Finished (Limitless) / On An Island , Shivers and Soup (Prodigal Son) / Stranded in Smoke , There For You , Not Your Choice , Pain Leaves Traces , My Only Sunshine, Late Night Bruises, Don’t Leave Me, A Long Day (911 Lone Star) / The Informant Job (Leverage, White Collar) / The Past Job (Leverage) / In My Heart (9-1-1)

[umisabaku]

yes hello I wrote a dm fic and I’m mortified about it bc writing is rly not my strong suit LOL but I just thought u would want to know ur series is so good people are writing fic for it that’s all luvviyou and ur work lots of Xs and Os mwah

Hahaha, well that’s awesome, thank you anon-friend! I am very honored that people are writing fic for this fic =D Have you posted it anywhere? I always like checking things out and creating links in the “inspired by” section in “Don’t Blink” when people play around in Designation: Miracle, just so other people can enjoy what other people do! =) =)

I am glad you enjoy this universe enough to write fic for it! Thanks for reading my stories =)

[thissupposedcrime]

thank you again for the jeith fic. it changed my life.

i love you and would give you the world for saying nice things about my writing. since i can’t do that, here’s scenes from the planned sequel.

With years separating him and the Keith of his memories, James Griffin adapts past his soft spot for the leader of Voltron.

(Except he doesn’t.)

First impressions aren’t kind in regards to his team and the Voltron paladins.

“They know nothing,” Kinkade concludes as the war room meeting breaks up. James’ shout about chain of command rings in his ears, coupled by the disgusted looks flashing across the Paladins faces. It’s true, painfully so.

His team expected more, not the ignorance Voltron proudly presented, the desire to do what they please in lieu of what the Galaxy Garrison deems best.

James isn’t alone in wanting to shake them. Even Rivazi looks tempted to break formation and confront their childish hope. The MFEs will remain strong, unflinching in the face of Voltron’s naievity. Someone must be.

Unfortunately, Keith is a paladin, and that somehow means something to James in ways he can’t formulate or face, though it really shouldn’t.

The war room is only the first of confrontations James has with Hunk. 

He and Veronica are walking to another meeting when he spots Keith, Katie, Hunk, and Lance huddled together in what used to be a lounge and now functions as storage. Kosmo sits at Keith’s feet, gnawing on a metal rod.

“Is that valuable?” James asks. He doesn’t trust any of this group not to let the dog run rabid in a twisted sense of consolation of their friend. Saviors of the galaxy seem selectively lax about which rules they follow.

“Well, it’s his from space, so yes,” Katie tells him, remarkably unimpressed by his existence. He spent his formative years pining after Keith in new, twisted ways he wasn’t ready for. She and her anger are nothing in the face of that.

Veronica steps forward to break the tension, tugging her brother into her arms. If anyone deserves a reunion, it’s her, all grit, determination, and smarts.

Behind the paladins, they have a whiteboard set up, multiple markers spread across the box they’ve transformed into a table. James peers at the board of crudely drawn images and xs and os and sees red.

“Are you playing pictionary while we plan how to reclaim the earth?” Somehow, his voice remains composed, controlled. The tone isn’t surprising anymore, war strong, but with Keith in the room, he too easily recalls the cracked voice and ire of his teenage years before a fight broke out.

“Yes. It’s been a good team building activity before we fight the Galra.” Keith is blunt. Veronica stills, quiet, next to him. The only indication she’s paid attention to the conversation so far is the tightening grip on Lance, the way he starts squirming out of her hold while gaping at Keith.

“Pictionary.”

“It works for Voltron.” Hunk and Katie mimic Lance’s expression, eyes bulging but James only has eyes for one. Story of his life.

“And how many planets has Voltron successfully liberated from the Galra?” This is a question the Admirals should be asking, but here is James in a packed storage room confronting the leader of Voltron. Here he is confronting Keith.

“Well,” Hunk interrupts, counting off on his fingers, “first there was Arus, when we took down Sendak.”

James lets his face speak for itself, turning his head around the storage room as if to praise them for how well they did.

“Hey, he got revived by a space witch named Haggar after Shiro launched him into space. We couldn’t control that,” Hunk complains. This raises so many questions James doesn’t want answers to.

“Don’t you have a meeting to attend? Hate to keep your CO waiting,” Keith says, leaning against the box and blocking James’ view from their diagrams.

“And shouldn’t you be with the rest of your team?” This is James’ planet, James’ game. Keith’s distractions are nothing.

“Sounds good, let’s go everybody,” Keith announces, shoving the board into Hunk’s hands.

As James watches Keith leave, because where else would he look, he sees him flank Hunk, hand on his shoulder. On Hunk’s other side, Katie Holt leans against him, but tilts her face to glower at James as they walk away. He barely notices, distracted by the way Keith’s lips move and his eyes dart around. Katie and Lance go in one direction, Hunk and Keith another.

This is going to come back to haunt them. Unfortunately, with Keith at the center, a small spark of amused tolerance chases away his lingering frustration at the interlopers who don’t know the trauma of war.

“We can’t tell the Admirals about this without proof they’re up to something,” Veronica whispers. She’s devoted to her brother, sympathetic to his friends, but they haven’t been there, haven’t realized they can’t dictate how the war goes.

“Keith attracts action and explosions. Let’s follow him,” James says, and the fire in his stomach quietly roars an approval as the two of them watch Hunk and Keith try to steal a car.

Or maybe it’s deja vu.

James spends their little illegal adventure of locating Hunk’s family protecting Keith from himself.

It’s tiring work, and James musters up enough sympathy to pray for Lieutenant Shirogane’s efforts all those years ago.

“What are you doing?” Keith hisses the fourth time he tugs him away from walking through an unsurveiled alleyway. He has Keith pressed against the debris of a crumbling wall.

“I didn’t come on this mission to watch the leader of Voltron, the hope we’ve all been waiting for, march out into Galra patrols,” James hisses back. He only has to tilt his head slightly to glare directly into Keith’s eyes.

“There isn’t a patrol here,” Keith leans forward, and James feels his muscles coil against the hand he has pressing his shoulder to the wall.

“Say that to the drone we had to shoot ten minutes ago.” Goddamn.

“I can take care of myself and my team, thanks,” Keith says, finally shoving away James.

“Sure you can.” Keith doesn’t turn around, but it’s likely only because Hunk is there, waiting, watching not them but the ruins of the city he used to visit. He’s quieter than anticipated, and James thinks the shock is finally settling in. Good. It’ll make this easier for them all.

Veronica says nothing. Without being told, she later pushes Hunk away from the sewer grating they’re using to contact a rebel leader. James already did the same for Keith, pressing himself to the top so he’ll be the first one noticed or shot.

[ao3feed-jaytim]

Xs &amp; Os (kiss me where no one can see)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52681615 by Silicon_Tiger Tim keeps reminding him of the rules and it's getting on his nerves. Words: 615, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Alphabet Titles Inspired Fics Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: inspired by title, discussion faking a death, discussing killing someone read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52681615

[spnfanficpond]

X's And O's

https://impalaimagining.tumblr.com/post/190925196298/xs-and-os

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Prompt: “X marks the spot, right?” - requested by @writingthingsisdifficult​

Word Count: 2,812

Warnings: at-home self-waxing, smut, objectification of Sam’s Monster Cock™, 18+ only please!

A/N: Happy (late) Valentine’s Day, y’all. Enjoy this little piece of smut and wonderment. Sorry it’s late but like, it’s me and I’m a general disappointment so what’s new LOL

Written for @spnfluffbingo​, filling the square ‘snuggling in bed’

written and posted on my writing blog: @impalaimagining

***smut fic!

[callsignspark]

thinking about Jake and Flora and how they both have to work on being more vulnerable and open with each other. they're both fiercely independent people and aren't good about asking for help when they need it.

Flora is awful about asking for help with tasks/projects. it's been just her for so long that asking for help with anything physical doesn't even register as an option in her brain. the only time she asks for help without hesitation is at her shop, and that's only when it's something she knows she can't do herself, like moving an enormous floral display or putting up new lighting. she's good about asking for support when it comes to emotional/mental health things. she's not afraid to call Natasha up and vent or ask for advice or just have her come over so she's not being sad all alone. Nat wasn't always stationed near her, but phone calls and emails are always available.

on the other hand, Jake is good about asking for help with tangible things. teamwork has been drilled into his head since he was a kid - first during sports and then the navy really drove it home. so he doesn't hesitate to be like, "Can someone help me with fixing my truck?" because (1) he knows he doesn't know enough to do it himself and (2) it'll get done faster if someone who knows what they're doing helps. but he is very much the guy who bottles up his feelings, just pushes them down, and ignores them. he knows it's not healthy, but he doesn't know how else to deal with them.

they both get much better about their respective difficulties, but early on in their friendship-turning-into-a-relationship, it'll just be like: *Jake comes over to her house* "Why did you hang up the curtains? I was going to do that for you this weekend!" and she's just like "Oh, that's sweet but I just wanted it done so I did it." as she's completely covered in drywall dust from drilling holes. meanwhile, Jake is having a bad week, because of family and work and just everything going wrong. so he's snapping at everyone, and she takes him home and helps him relax before coaxing him into talking about what's bothering him. he didn't even know he was on the verge of tears until he feels her wiping them away.

idk just these two loving and supporting each other and consciously working to improve their communication skills for the person they love.

[callsignspark]

WIP Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

thanks for tagging me @sometimesanalice!!!!

here are all the wips I've actually worked in the last six months and all their current working titles (some are obviously more developed than others lmao)

Bad Case of Loving You

Xs and Os

An Unexpected Proposal

Love a Rainy Night

Little Red Corvette

Wrapped Up in You

Check Yes or No

Coffee, To Go

Amour, Kärlek, Love

The Sign of Love

I Can Fix That

Here in the Hills

I'd Lay My Life Down For You

All In On One

The Home We Built

V stands for Jake Hangman Seresin is a Fucking Virgin

PT/Trainer Bradley

the toxic threesome fic

the post college-Bob fic

the half baked country club idea

the nail fic

professor Jake

freaky finals (adjust for the J factor)

Fooled Around and Fell in Love

the wedding date fic

the wedding date (AU VERSION)

bob and the cafe girl

the firefighter AU

Rhett Abbot: pussy god

holidate but nothing like that dumbass movie

the CEO AU

Mister Swing and Miss Numbers

I didn't tags as many people as wips because that would be a lot but no pressure tags! @gretagerwigsmuse @laracrofted @princessphilly @withahappyrefrain @a-reader-and-a-writer @rhettabbotts @roleycoleyreccenter and anyone else who might want to participate!