#also I will message you but I wrote a fic in second person and honestly kinda loved it?

[blogfordantreacy]

Ao3 Stats Meme

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rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and fewest words.

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[storiesfromafan]

Benny x Reader

A/N: first off, want to say this is my first time not only writing a Benny fic, but also writing something different to my usual stuff. So please be kind, as I am terrified to post this haha.

I have been thinking about this idea, and possible series, for over a week. So I finally bit the bullet and wrote out the first part. It's more of a set up for the reader, as I want to make this a series. As well, I left out places and such, but tried to do it in away that its not bad. Only because I'm from Australia and don't really know much with America, only what I've seen in movies and TV shows.

If it is not really liked, I will take it down. But if anyone is interested, I am happy to keep going. I have two more parts kind of planned out. But there is a few idea's I'm not 100% sure of. So if anyone want to talk Benny and these ideas, please message me.

Alright, I guess on to the story then...

“Tell me about the first time you met Benny?” Danny asked moving his microphone towards you.

You were sitting on your couch, lit smoke in hand. “Honestly, the first time I saw Benny, that was something. He saw me more then I really saw him”.

“What did he say to you? Or what did you say to him?” Danny asked adjusting the recorder.

You chuckled. “We never said anything to each other, well I said something but it wasn’t to him. You see I’d just gotten back from living with my Aunt for over three years. I’d gone to live with her when I was nineteen, prior to that for the last ten years the woman had been on my dads case. She believed a man couldn’t raise a girl. My old man wouldn’t listen to her. So I grew up a tomboy, eventually he entertained her request”.

You took a drag from the cigarette between your fingers, before releasing the smoke. “I can tell you living with that woman was torture. Along with her daughter, who had just gotten engaged when I arrived. They both took to teaching what is expected of a lady, how to dress, walk and talk. The only way I survived it was when I made friends with some locals there that raced motorcycles. When my Aunt found out, she flipped out, sent me back after I wouldn’t change my ways...”

~~~

How you managed to pack up three years in two large suitcases surprised you. But here they were, back in your old room on your families farm. The room looked just as you had left it, only a tad dusty from half assed cleaning courtesy of your dad and brother. Looking around brought back memories. Your best friend pushed past you and took a seat on your bed.

“Can see the males of the house don’t know how to clean properly” she commented running her hand over your bedding.

“Unfortunately not. If they did, along with being able to cook, then women would not be required” you laughed lifting and bringing a suitcase over, before dropping it on the bed.

“Agreed" she laughed with you.

You began to unpack the suitcase, which had mostly shoes, tops, bottoms, personal items. Once that one was done you removed it from its place before replacing it with the second suitcase. This one had a few more tops and bottoms, but mostly your dresses.

“Lilly, do you mind getting the dresses out and I will hang them up?” You asked her as you put away the last of your tops and bottoms.

“Sure” was her response before taking out the first dress and handing it out to you.

You thanked her while taking the garment from her hands, putting it on a hanger and then placing it in your closet. While doing this together Lilly filled you in on the town gossip, along with that of people you had gone to school with.

“You remember Anne, right?” – You nodded your head – “she has turned into a real Miss Prim and Proper! No doubt it’s her mummy’s doing, dolling up her daughter in hopes for her to catch a big fish!”

You laughed. “Really? You believe her mum would do that?”

Lilly gave you a pointed look. “Just about every girls mum wants her daughter to land the perfect catch. They practically raise girls to be perfect house wives. My mum done it with me, it’s only half stuck” she laughed pulling out another dress.

You felt a pain in your heart at your friends words, for you didn’t have the luxury of growing up with a mum. You only knew your mum till you were eight, before she died. You love your dad but you missed your mum, and all the stuff you missed out on learning from her. Thankfully Lilly’s mum was a great second mum, not to mention your Aunt when she would come and visit would also give you a little of what you missed out on.

Lilly sighed holding your dress to her body, “I’m so jealous of all the lovely dresses you have”.

You smiled softly. “They are nice, but not ideal for a farm”.

“Well of course not! But when we go to town or parties, they will be perfect! Maybe I could borrow one or two sometime, specially when I have a hot date” Lilly asked leaning toward you batting her eyelashes.

You laughed taking the dress. “Sure, but make sure they are cleaned before returning them. Don’t want any suspicious stains on them”.

She gave you a disgusted look retrieving another dress. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m a lady” Lilly proclaimed sweetly.

You laughed taking the dress from her hands, while she gave you an offender look before she in turn laughed, not hurt by anything you said or done. That was your friendship, completely open and honest. Since you were both children you got on like a house on fire. You told each other everything and not once judged each other. Lilly was the sister you never had.

Once you had finished unpacking that was when you heard the revs of a motorcycle. You looked to Lilly, just as she looked to you. Without saying anything the both of you left your room and headed outside, hearing the revs again you figured it was coming from the old barn away from the house. Both giggling at the intrigue, you both headed for the barn. You were the one to put your weight into opening one of the barn doors, wiping your hands on your jeans walking into the space, Lilly right behind you.

Before you was your older brother, Andy with a racing bike. He looked up when realizing he wasn’t alone, wiping his hand on an old rag. Once his eyes landed on you did he smile brightly before pocketing the rag and coming over to engulf you in a big hug, which lifted you off the ground.

You laughed. “What a great welcome home”.

Andy laughed swinging you around. “Welcome home kid. I’ve missed you!”

You hit his shoulder telling him to put you down, which he did reluctantly. “You saw me a few months ago”.

“Still missed you!” He laughed.

You shook your head at your older brother, before eyes going back to the racer. “Project of yours?” You asked as you walked toward the bike.

Both Andy and Lilly followed you. Andy took the place he had originally been when you entered the barn, while you moved to the other side of the bike, Lilly chose to stand back. You looked over the bike, admiring it’s beauty. Motorcycles was the one thing you and your brother had in common. It was a great way to bond together when you were a teenager.

“When did you start racing?” You asked running a hand over the bikes seat. “Does dad know?”

Andy rolled his eyes. “Yeah he knows. I’ve been racing on and off for seven or so months”.

“He has ever since joining the Vandals” added Lilly.

You looked to your friend before back to your brother with a raised eyebrow. “Really? The Vandals huh? When were you going to tell me, hmm?”

Picking up a tool, Andy went back to adjusting something on the bike that you couldn’t see while shrugging his shoulders. “Does it matter?”

“You usually tell me these things Andy, I feel hurt you didn’t mention it” you said with a touch of sadness. “And dads fine with it?”

He laughed. “Of course, he’s fine with it. Since he knows most of the guys in the club”.

You nodded. “Alright.”.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), Uncle Johnny keeps an eye out for his boys” Lilly spoke up, knowing you worried about your brother.

Yes, you recall Lilly mentioning her Uncle Johnny, and that you had met him a few times when he had stopped off at Lilly’s house, was the leader of The Vandals. He seemed like a nice man, always looking out for his family. You also recalled her mentioning the club, but you hadn’t been around when it turned into a riding club, just when it was in the early stages of a racing club.

After that you and Lilly chatted with Andy while he worked on the bike. The atmosphere had returned to a happy and fun one. You learnt about what had been going on with Andy and the farm, along with your dad, who you still hadn’t seen yet. You couldn’t wait to see your old man, you had seen him a few months back when you saw Andy, but you missed the time with him. You had missed both men in your life. But now you were back where you belonged.

“There” sighed Andy dropping the tool in his hand and turning the bike off, “I think that will do for now. Just have to test her”.

“Her?” Both you and Lilly questioned looking at Andy.

“Yeah, her” he replied moving to kick up the bikes kickstand and holding the bike up. “It’s been nothing but temperamental and trouble, just like a female”. His tone was teasing, telling you he was joking around.

“Sounds more like a male” retorted Lilly with a laugh.

Andy shot her a dark look before laughing himself. You shook your head laughing at the two of them. Eventually he admitted defeat when he and Lilly went back and forth a bit more.

Andy began to move the bike around and then out the barn door, both you and Lilly following behind him. Out in the sunlight you can see the bike better, watching as Andy gave it another look over. You stepped up to him and watch him. Once he was happy with the bike, Andy was about to get on when you stopped him.

“Could I give it ago?” You asked softly. You’d ridden bikes before when you were a teen. Plus when you were living with your Aunt, which may or may not have upset her.

He looked at you unsure. “I don’t know kid. She hasn’t gotten all the kinks worked out of her. I still have this issue with her taking off when you go up in gears, she just accelerates and can be hard to handle”.

You nodded but smiled. “I promise to be careful and not go too fast. Please, can I?” You gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes you could.

Andy wasn’t sure if he should let you, but Lilly came to your defense. “Come on Andy, you know she will be careful. It’s just a few laps, it won’t hurt”.

Reluctantly he agreed and you shot Lilly a big smile, which she returned. So with his consent, you grasped the handle before moving to swing your leg over the bike, and sat down taking hold of the other handle. Andy stepped up and walked you through starting her up, you knew what to do but let him instruct you. He went over everything; front brake lever, throttle, clutch lever, gearshift lever and rear brake pedal. With his instructions he stepped back from you and let you go.

You started out slow, going around in circles before both your brother and friend. Lilly was cheering you on, which made you laugh. Gradually you picked up the speed and at Andy’s words, you did wider laps.

“You look so cool!” Called Lilly. Which you rolled your eyes at.

“Alright kid” Andy called. “Why don’t you take her back up behind the barn, then down toward the house and then turn right to take the long way back to the barn, get her speed up a bit more”.

You nodded giving him a solute, which made Lilly laugh and your brother call out for you to keep your hands on the handlebars. You did as he instructed before turning around and riding up behind the barn. As you looped back around you revved up the bike, and as you straightened up and headed for the house, you shifted the gears. Unfortunately the little issue your brother warned you about decided to come forth as you gained speed. The bike jerked with the acceleration, you held onto the handlebars tightly doing everything to keep the bike in check.

Andy noticed the change in your body and figured out what had happened, panic setting in he began calling out to you. He couldn’t do much more than that. He prayed you could handle the bike, and didn’t want to think of what could happen to you.

All the while before you had gotten on the bike, none of you were aware that your dad had returned home. Along with him were two men from The Vandals, the older male had dark hair while the younger dirty blonde hair, with stubble to match. They were discussing some business before heading around to the back of the house, when they all caught the sounds of a bike.

“Take it Andy’s working on his racer” the older male commented to your dad.

He laughed. “Yeah, the boys determined to smoke the competition Johnny”.

Johnny laughed. “He’s a good kid and rider, no doubt he will beat them”.

The Three started to make their way around to behind the house. They all looked up to the barn to see the bike take off up behind the old building. Your dad noticed two figures standing by the barn, one looked to be Andy, which confused the man. He wondered who was on the bike then. That was when the bike came back into view, heading towards the house. The shouting from the barn caught everyone’s attention, worry setting into your dad.

You had been so focused on staying in control of the bike you hadn’t noticed the three figures walking into your path until last minute. Upon seeing them you quickly dropped the gears on the bike before hitting the back brakes. With the light weight of the bike you managed to turn it right, planting your right foot to the ground and pulling off a slide stop. Dirt kicked up at your manoeuvre, you sat there a little stunned as the bike idled away.

You blinked a few times before turning to look at the males before you. But mostly to your dad, who looked just as stunned as you.

“Ah, hi dad” you said slowly. “Didn’t know you were home”.

He looked at you, to the bike you sat on and then back to you. “What are you doing?! You shouldn’t be riding that!”

You flinched at his slightly raised voice. “I was testing the bike for Andy...”

He shook his head. “Did he tell you about the issue it has with acceleration?” – You nodded – “and he still let you ride it!?”

“Well I promised to be careful” you replied.

Your old man shook his head. “You shouldn’t haven’t gotten on it (Y/N), what if you had crashed! Turn it off and get off it, now!”

“But I didn’t crash, I think I handled her pretty well” you defended as you turned off the bike before getting off it.

By this time both Andy and Lilly had jogged down to the scene. Your dad turned and began to have words with your brother, while he took the bike from you.

“Seriously Andy, I thought you’d know better than to let anyone on that bike before getting it sorted out” he said with a deep sigh.

Andy looked down while apologizing.

“It’s not all his fault, I wanted to ride it” you came to your brothers defense.

“Yes, well I’m disappointed in both of you. What if something had happened to you? Your brother would have to live with that” he guilt tripped you.

“I am sorry dad. But I kinda knew what I was doing...” you said softly not looking at the man before you.

That was when you noticed the other two on lookers. Suddenly you felt embarrassed that both of them were witnessing you and your brother getting a scolding.

While from the time you had stopped and until you finally noticed them, the younger of the two males had been looking at you. He was surprised when you had slid stopped the bike you were on. It had been like an Angel had slid before him. He was impressed by how you had not only handled the bike, but also your dad. But found you cute when you got embarrassed by him and Johnny. He could tell there was more to you, and it was fascinating.

Before you could really take in the two Vandals, your dad sighed once more. “Andy, take the bike back to the barn. (Y/N), go back into the house with Lilly”.

Lilly walked up to you and linked arms with you and began to pull you to the house, reluctantly you let her do so. All the while Lilly softly comment on the events. But before disappearing into the house, you watched your brother push his bike back up to the barn, then you looked to your dad and the older male watching your brother. Looking to the younger Vandal you saw him looking at you, and not to were the other two beside him was looking. But then Lilly pulled you into the house, severing eye contact to the young Vandal.

“What was that Fred?” Johnny finally questioned.

Your dad sighed. “That was my daughter. She got back today from her Aunts”.

Johnny whistled. “Might have your hands full with that one. But I will admit, that stop was impressive”.

Fred shook his head. “Don’t let her hear that. Don’t want to encourage her” he laughed darkly. “Come on, the sheds this way”.

Your dad started to walk again, while the other males followed. Johnny continued to ask about you, which your dad filled in. He said how he’d lost your mum when you were eight. How he did his best to raise you, all the while his sister-in-law kept hassling him about letting her take you in and raise you.

“The old battle-axe didn’t think I could raise a girl” Fred said with a sigh. “She was kinda right. I raised a tomboy”.

Johnny laughed while the other male smiled. “Nothin’ wrong with that” comment Johnny.

“I agree” said Fred, “but (Y/N) missed out on a lot not having a mum around. Thankfully Lilly's mum was there when it came to female things”.

Johnny nodded before following Fred into the shed. The younger male decided to wait outside, which was fine with the pair. Walking over to a fence before the shed, the young male lent back on the post, retrieving a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. Taking out a cigarette, he pocketed the packet and pulled out his lighter. With the cigarette between his lips he sparked the lighter and lit it. Taking the first drag he put away the lighter, eyes looking back at your house as he released the smoke into the air.

Honestly, he can say he had never seen a female ride a bike before. Usually the females that were around The Vandals were always on the back of one. So seeing you handle that bike like you had was not only impressive but also a turn on. He hoped to cross paths with you again sometime soon.

Johnny came out of the shed with Fred. “Come on Benny, were done here”.

Moving from the fence post, Benny followed both men back to the front of the house and where their bikes were. Once on their bikes, they both started them up. They sat there for a few minutes, which allowed Benny a few more drags from his smoke before tossing it off to the side. He and Johnny began to move their bikes back to turn around, when Benny got a glance of both you and Lilly by the window. With a small smile, they both took off, heading back into town and to the bar.

~~~

“As I said, it was something. Me embarrassed by my old man having words with me. I didn’t really take Benny in at the time” you stated putting out your cigarette.

“You said Benny noticed you more?” Danny asked checking his recorder.

“Yeah, he told me so later on. He’d call me his Angel on wheels” you laughed.

“So the next time you saw Benny, you finally spoke to each other?”

You laughed more at his words. “Unfortunately, no. We might have if the time was right. But that second time I saw Benny, I really saw him...”

A/N: please don't hate me for this lol. I am also sorry for the use of (Y/N).

[pernesophe]

Ren Kaji x Kiryu’s Little Sister

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

TW: suggestive, fluff, angst, Kaji is bisexual in this fic (female reader tho)

Completely self indulgent idea that I wrote mainly for myself - thanks for coming along for the ride! (Not super proofread). Any art, music, etc references is this piece is just a reference - I don’t own or have any rights to characters, songs, art, etc.

Ever since Kaji started his second year at Furin, his seconds would catch him smiling down at his phone periodically. Certainly odd behavior for their captain, but they chose not to question it. Over the summer he found an online server where people share playlists. No one really had good taste in his opinion, except you.

He quickly DM’d you a few playlists, and when you reacted favorably and sent him a few personal ones - he asked for your number. Kaji saved you in his phone as your handle on the server: @musicwh0re101, and you saved him under his handle: @RKplaylists.

The rest of the summer was spent exchanging playlists back and forth, so when his seconds caught him smiling at his phone it was only ever because of you. When Enomoto finally asked about it, Kaji explained that he met this really cool guy online who he shares playlists with. Enomoto and Kusumi share knowing looks.

“This guy has been making you smile a lot. Is he a new friend, or…” Enomoto asks as he wriggles his eyebrows at Kaji. His captain turns beet red and begins stuttering. There’s maybe, an eensy, teensy, little chance that Kaji has been crushing on you this whole time and wondering what you look like, sound like, act like in person…

“Sh-shut up,” Kaji hisses. “We need to focus on the patrol,” he adds as he shoves his phone in his pocket and keeps stalking forward. Enomoto and Kusumi shoot each other a look and wriggle their eyebrows at each other. Silently plotting to figure out which boy is making their captain blush so much.

Eventually, it comes out that you actually write music as well, and he immediately asks to hear it. You hem and hah about it, because honestly you aren’t super jazzed about your songs. You like them a lot, and they end up being popular, but people also call them stupid a lot which doesn’t always feel great. Finally, with enough continued pestering - you send Kaji one of the more recent songs you’ve written (I had Loved You Before by Peach PRC in mind).

As Kaji listens to the beats and the lyrics start to come in, it dawns on him. You’re a girl. He’s stunned. Shocked, even. It’s not like it’s a big issue, and surprisingly his heart still sputters when his phone chimes with another message from you. He’s just surprised… He thought you were a guy, and everything he’s imagined about you up until now has been the stereotypical guy he’s attracted to. Honestly, not many girls have caught his attention, so he thought he just wasn’t interested in them… but he was still interested in you.

Finally, he checks his phone for the messages you’ve sent. After your song video, you sent the following.

MusicWh0re101: So? How do you like it?

MusicWh0re101: ?

MusicWh0re101: I thought it was pretty bad, but damn I didn’t think it’d make you stop talking to me :/

Kaji laughs despite himself - you’re always quick to make a joke, even when you’re feeling vulnerable. Heaving a deep sigh, he sends back:

RKplaylists: sorry, sorry.

RKplaylists: tbh I didn’t realize you are a girl

RKplaylists: nbd

RKplaylists: and yeah it isn’t really my taste, but it’s still fun to listen to

Kaji’s phone pings almost immediately:

MusicWh0re101: ?

MusicWh0re101: well yeah?

MusicWh0re101: Wait.

MusicWh0re101: are you not a girl??

Your phone stays silent for long enough that you start to get worried that you won’t get a response, until it finally pings again:

RKplaylists: no

RKplaylists: i’m not

Kaji sits on the edge of his bed, waiting to see what you say back. It’s okay with him - that you’re a girl - but would it be okay for you that he’s not?

MusicWh0re101: oh shit.

MusicWh0re101: Sorry I guess I just assumed cause I am…

MusicWh0re101: I guess we never talked about pronouns or anything lol - sorry!

MusicWh0re101: nbd for me either btw!

Kaji sighs in relief from your words, and chuckles a bit about the general miscommunication.

RKplaylists: true

RKplaylists: we didn’t really ask each other’s pronouns

RKplaylists: I have called you dude, bro, and man a lot though

MusicWh0re101: (text bubble)

MusicWh0re101: oh yeah…

MusicWh0re101: I mean I have a brother and we say those things all the time

MusicWh0re101: It’s more of a term of endearment for me y’know

Your phone stays silent for a long moment, and you wonder if you’ve messed this up, until he sends back:

RKplaylists: lol

RKplaylists: that’s a pretty hilarious misunderstanding

MusicWh0re101: I’m nothing if not situationally funny 🫡

Kaji laugh reacts to your message, which causes a wave of relief to wash over you. The two of you continue sharing playlists, and Kaji eventually pesters you into sending him your artist info on Spotify so he can follow you. He doesn’t say anything to you, but he was a little disappointed that your photo on spotify is some abstract art rendition of you. It was cool, he could admit that, but he wanted to know what you looked like, and was too afraid to ask you.

A few months after Kaji found out your gender, Umemiya held a rooftop party at Furin for the Captains, their seconds, and some choice members from their grade. Of course, Sakura invited Kiryu and Tsueguera as his plus ones (Sugishita is already Umemiya’s shadow, so he’s already there). Kiryu asked if it was alright if his little sister came, since Kotoha will be there and they know each other. Umemiya was quick to agree with the mention of Kotoha.

Kaji heard this information be shared throughout the week leading to the event, but barely registered it. When the day rolled around, he was aware that Kiryu’s little sister would be there, but he didn’t care much - too obsessed with his online friend to really notice her. Unfortunately, it seemed like his friend was busy today so he was forced to participate in the event. As his eyes scanned the party, he watched as Kotoha entered with the first years. Kiryu was last to enter, or so Kaji thought, as a small hand wrapped around the door to the roof and a head brandishing pink hair brighter than Kiryu’s popped out.

All Kaji really took in at that moment was that she is short. Like unbelievably so, if he had to guess he’d say Kiryu’s sister is about 14. Which only made him wonder why she was invited at all - far too young to chill with in his opinion. That should’ve been the extent of his interactions with Kiryu’s sister in Kaji’s opinion, but of course Tsubaki piped up with an idea that grated him to no end.

“Oooooh! Little Mitsuki - you know how to sing right??” He asks excitedly as he pulls the slight girl with flowing pink locks up onto the makeshift stage. Right in front of Kaji. Of course, from where he sat he had a perfect view of her mint green cord overall dress that came down to her mid thigh - revealing quite a lot of exposed flesh for someone so small. Underneath was a white, fitted baby tee. A pair of bright pink platform sandals adorned her feet. Immediately, she’s blushing and shaking her head modestly.

“I sing really bad music, I swear you won’t wanna hear it,” she says bashfully. “We could play the radio, or maybe put on a playlist?” The bubblegum haired girl suggests quickly, but is met with protests all around.

“She’s lying! She literally sings all the time - and well too - don’t let her get away with lying to you!” Kiryu shouted quickly from where he was seated on the floor. She shot her brother a desperate look that could be easily interpreted to say ‘please stop - you’re embarrassing me’.

“Sorry lil ‘Suki! That’s the toll to hang - you gotta sing!” Kotoha chimes in from where she’s standing by Umemiya. Tsubaki takes the time while everyone is shouting encouragement at the timid girl, to center her on the ‘stage’ - toes pointed at Kaji - place a mic in front of her and pull out a laptop to have the lyric video going in the background as he connects the speakers.

“Okay, okay!” She laughed out, finally relenting. “What should I sing though?” She asks, looking at Tsubaki for suggestions.

“The one you’ve been playing on repeat! Something about dinosaurs?” Kiryu suggests, and she immediately deflates and blushes in embarrassment. Letting out one final groan, she leaned over to Tsubaki and whispered the name of the song.

The second the first beat hit, Kaji immediately knew what song this was and bile rose in his throat at the thought of anyone other than Musicwh0re101 singing it. He goes to put on his headphones - trying to hide his disgusted look. Hiragi grabs his arm before he can, and shoots his peer a warning glance as he mouths ‘be nice’. Kaji sighs and leaves the headphones around his neck, pouting slightly.

As the flamboyantly dressed girl begins singing the lyrics, Kaji freezes. She sounds just like his friend who wrote this song. Looking up from his phone, like he’s just now seeing Kiryu’s sister for the first time, Kaji does a double take cause it’s definitely not a cover - she sounds EXACTLY like his friend. That’s when he realizes Y/N Mitsuki - Kiryu's little sister - is his online friend. The one who he’s been not so subtly crushing on, honestly even when he thought you were a guy.

Halfway through your performance, he stands up abruptly on shaky legs - earning a puzzled look from you - and leaves the rooftop with a disgusted look on his face. Later, you casually bring it up to Kiryu who gives you a sympathetic look.

“Don’t take it personally - it probably had nothing to do with you,” he says in a reassuring tone. Sakura, Suo and Nirei nod immediately and offer their praises. Tsuguera praises your virtue for wanting everyone to have a good time during your performance. He was an odd one, you had to admit, but you giggled and thanked him anyway before going back to the party.

Umemiya and Hiragi take a short leave from the roof to find their Second Grade Captain, because honestly they thought he was being pretty rude. They find him slumped against a wall in a hallway, looking worse for wear.

“Hey man, even if you didn’t like her performance - you could’ve hid it a bit better” Umemiya says in a parental tone. Kaji turns around white faced in complete shock, and mouth agape as if he just saw a ghost.

“Y/N is my online friend. The one I’ve been crushing on. I’ve been crushing on Kiryu’s LITTLE sister! Isn’t she like 14?!” His voice raises an octave with each sentence as his hands card through his hair and he tries not to hyperventilate. Hiragi and Umemiya look at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing, Kaji glares at them with questioning eyes.

“Y/N is Kiryu’s little sister by like… 2 minutes - they’re twins! She’s 16 just like him.” Umemiya says quickly, during a pause in his guffawing and wiping tears from his eyes.

“Bu-but are you sure? She’s so… little.” Kaji says slowly as he holds his hand up to about where the top of your head lands on him (just below his armpit). At that, both of his seniors exchange another amused look before roaring with laughter once more. After they get their laughs in and settle down a bit, Hiragi fixes Kaji with a pointed look.

“Seriously though man - if you like her you gotta make up for how you acted up there. She said you looked ‘disgusted’ by her performance. She looked pretty hurt too.” Hiragi said in a more serious tone.

Later that week, after school has let out, but before Furin after hours patrols started - Kaji is laying on his bed staring at his phone. Finally, he gets up the courage to message you.

RKplaylists: wyd?

MusicWh0re101: nothing much, what’s up?

RKplaylists: I wanted to ask you - and I know this sounds weird - but are you Kiryu Mitsuki’s little sister?

RKplaylists: Y/N Mitsuki?

About 5 minutes pass as Kaji just stares at the text bubble light up over and over again with you typing on the other end. Then, finally you respond:

MusicWh0re101: …yeah. Why do you ask?

RKplaylists: well because I realized a little while ago that I know you irl as well as online.

RKplaylists: I’m Ren Kaji

You drop your phone, which causes it to clatter to the floor and somehow slide under your bed towards the back by the wall. You scramble under your bed to retrieve it - braving the 50 gazillion spiders and cobwebs. After several minutes of silence Kaji sighs and swallows whatever hope he had that you didn’t hate him for how he acted earlier in the week. He sends the following messages:

RKplaylists: I wanted to apologize about how I looked during your performance

RKplaylists: I’m sorry

RKplaylists: That’s when I realized it was you.

RKplaylists: I freaked out a little bit cause I thought you were younger than you are…

You’ve finally retrieved your phone which has been pinging repeatedly. Looking over the messages your eyes widen at the last one. You respond immediately:

MusicWh0re101: how young??

RKplaylists: …14 😬

MusicWh0re101: SERIOUSLY?! 🤬

RKplaylists: Not because of how you act or anything!!

RKplaylists: You’re just…

MusicWh0re101: I’m what?!

RKplaylists: little. 🤦🏼‍♂️

MusicWh0re101: you’re such an ass lol

RKplaylists: settle down pipsqueak

RKplaylists: what’re you gonna do about it anyway? 🙄

MusicWh0re101: probably write a really bad song about how you’re an ass that inevitably becomes popular and everyone starts singing it around you 🫢

RKplaylists: oh no! A white girl is gonna write a diss track about me!!

RKplaylists: Anything but that please! 🙏🏻

You throw your head back with a loud squeal and start giggling and kicking your feet off the edge of the bed. Kiryu calls from down stairs.

“You good?” He calls up the stairs.

“I’m fine! Sorry bout that!” You quickly call back before returning to your phone.

MusicWh0re101: Okay fucker - you’re getting a whole album!

RKplaylists: Wow

RKplaylists: That obsessed with me, huh?

MusicWh0re101: I can’t stand you lol

RKplaylists: Yet you’re pretty quick to respond

RKplaylists: Seems like you can stand me just fine

Your face heats up as the nature of the conversation changes from normal razzing on each other, to what definitely seems like flirting. You wonder when Kaji got to be so smooth as you plot out the next thing to say. Unbeknownst to you though, Kaji is sitting on the edge of his bed having a full blown panic attack while chanting to himself, ‘be cool, be cool, be cool,’ until you respond again. Taking a pause from the conversation as the two of you collect your thoughts, you change Kaji’s contact in your phone and he changes yours too.

Y/N Mitsuki: Well now that you know that I’m 16

Y/N Mitsuki: Are we still friends?

RenKplaylists: of course

RenKplaylists: your songs need work, but your taste in music is better than most people I know

RenKplaylists: who else would I send all of my playlists to?

Eyes skimming over his messages, you do a little double take as your breath hitches. Your fingers strike the keys faster than you thought possible.

Y/N Mitsuki: Wait, you’re not being literal right?

RenKplaylists: What do you mean?

Y/N Mitsuki: You don’t send me all of your playlists right?

RenKplaylists: well, yeah

RenKplaylists: ofc I do

Sitting on your bed, phone in hand, and not breathing - paralyzed. How can he be so nonchalant saying things like that?? You wonder to yourself. Half of you wants to shriek from his bluntness, and the other half wants to bury your head in the pillows to hide your blush even from yourself. Swiftly recovering, you turn back to your phone - trying to play it cool.

Y/N Mitsuki: I guess I should start sending you more of mine to make it even 🙂

RenKplaylists: Please do - I’m not sure how many times I can say that I love your taste in music

RenKplaylists: Oh, hey - I have to head out for patrol

RenKplaylists: ttyl?

Y/N Mitsuki: ofc!

Y/N Mitsuki: Have a good patrol! 😊

RenKplaylists: RenKplaylists loved your message.

You stare at the final notification. Kaji heart reacted to your message, and in that same moment yours began to stutter. Heat rushes to your face as you are reminded of all of the playlists he’s sent you. All of them.

Switching from your messaging app to your music one, you begin scouring the playlists he’s sent. You try to analyze the name’s he’s chosen along with the song line up and choices for each list - trying to see if he’s subconsciously or slyly given you any hints that he likes you. Unfortunately, you can’t find anything.

If you knew Kaji well enough at the time outside of music, then you would know that the “S4U” playlist he sent you halfway through the summer that was filled with a slew of songs from different genres about nonsensical things like candy, summer days and good vibes was created with you in mind. “S4U” stands for “Sucker For You” and each song he chose is one that reminds him of you in some way. Funnily enough you mostly remind him of sweets, long, carefree days, and music. This isn’t something you find out about until many years later when Kaji reveals it to you and all of your loved ones while reciting his vows.

Bonus: Kaji Asks about Your Handle

“So, Y/N, I’ve been wanting to ask…” Kaji starts, peering down from where he’s sitting on the edge of his bed - you on the floor leaning with your back against the bed next to him. Looking up at him, you nod for him to continue. “What made you… Why did you choose “Musicwh0re101” for your handle? I mean I’m not judging. It just doesn’t seem to fit you, I guess?” He asks cautiously, obviously nervous since he was rambling - and he never rambles. A notch forms in your brow, and Kaji knows he messed up.

“What are you talking about? My handle is “Musicl0re101”...” you say with an incredulous look on your face, and an adorable tilt of your head. Kaji’s eyebrows shoot up, because he doesn’t know how to tell you.

“Did you make it on your phone?” He asks, starting with the most obvious reason.

“Well, yeah…” you say slowly - not getting it just yet.

“Y/N. I’m pretty sure it autocorrected to ‘whore’.” He said flatly, staring at your shocked face and trying his best not to break into laughter. “Which is understandable, but how have you just not noticed this whole time?” He asks - a disbelieving grin formed across his face.

“I honestly… I don’t know!” You cry out - embarrassed beyond belief - as you hide your face in your hands and shake your head back and forth. Kaji is fully laughing at you now.

“When was the last time you had an eye exam?” He asks between chuckles.

“I’ve never had one…” you say slowly as you lift your face to meet his mocking gaze.

“Well you certainly need one!” He laughed while pointing directly at your nose, and you pouted dramatically at him. “Good to know your eyes suck. We’ll have to remember that - we may want to get our kids’ eyes checked earlier than usual,” Kaji muses. He didn’t even seem to register what his unfiltered words implied. After a moment of you staring at him wide eyed, the realization came crashing into him. Kaji folds in half to hide his face as the embarrassment washes over him - you’re rolling on the floor laughing at his feet. Once you’ve both calmed down a bit, and Kaji has a sucker securely between his lips, you fix him with a curious look.

“Wha?” He asks around the lollipop, cocking one brow at you. The blush from earlier had only just started to dissipate from his fair skin.

“Do you think my handle is why I kept getting all those unsolicited photos?” You ask innocently. Kaji’s heart stutters and he closes his eyes momentarily as you patiently wait for his answer - you’re so pure.

“Definitely.” Kaji confirms with a look that says - ‘I love you so much, but God you are dumb sometimes’. “Want me to help you change it?” He offers with a softer look this time, and you quickly hand him your phone with an eager nod.

“Yes please! Thank you Kaji!” You chirp, looking at him with moon eyes. As he takes your phone and starts navigating to your account settings, you lean your cheek onto his thigh and watch him through thick lashes with those impossibly big eyes. Maybe you aren’t as dumb or pure as you let others believe. He thinks as he meets your gaze out of the corner of his eye before quickly returning his focus to changing your handle to the desired name. A blush blooming across his skin again as his pants grow uncomfortably tight.

[sineala]

I subscribe to the newsletter of an author I like who wrote a book about 9/11 and the War on Terror and the security state in the US and how it led to the election of Trump, and it's all very serious but apparently the author is writing an Iron Man comics series. I don't read the comics, and a lot of what I know about them comes from your fic, so I'm honestly not sure how much fanon vs canon knowledge I have. 😂 But the series sounds like it might be interesting I think? The author talked about it in his newsletter today. (This link should work. Probably.)

https://www.forever-wars.com/iron-man-how-to-blow-up-a-pipeline-succession/

I am actually really excited about this run! I try not to get excited about new Iron Man runs because chances are high that my hopes and dreams will be crushed, and I know that just because someone writes, say, stunningly excellent non-fiction, it is not a guarantee that they will be great at writing fiction at all or superhero comics specifically (cf. Ta-Nehisi Coates on Cap), but judging by everything Spencer Ackerman's been saying in interviews, his run sounds like it's going to explore a lot of interesting themes.

The post you linked links to an AIPT podcast that he was on a few days ago to talk about his new Iron Man run. For those of you who don't listen to podcasts (this is also me), the Iron Man subreddit has what seems like a fairly comprehensive summary of the interview, and I am really looking forward to the run. Issue #1 apparently hits stores on October 23.

But I will tell you why I am actually now really excited about this run. It's not relevant to anything about the comic itself. I am nonetheless very excited.

Last month, after he was announced as the new Iron Man writer, in order to hype up his run, he posted an offer on his blog: if you add the run to your pull list, and you email him proof that you're pulling his run and include a snail-mail address, he will mail you some cool Iron Man stickers.

I eventually got around to doing this last week. I was assuming he didn't actually pay attention to any of these emails so I dashed off a couple sentences about how I was looking forward to his take on Tony because he'd posted a photo of the Iron Man comics he was reading for research and several of them were among my favorites. And then I went off to get bagels.

By the time I had come back with bagels, twenty minutes later, he'd written me a very nice reply substantively engaging with the content of my extremely off-the-cuff message -- geez, if I'd known he was going to be actually reading them I would have put a lot more thought into it, you know? It was very kind and I was not expecting it.

He spelled my first name wrong in the reply, despite it being in the email header and also the name I had signed the email with.

This happens to me a lot. I have a first name that is very common in a lot of languages, but none of those languages are English. I'd say there's a 50-50 chance that a native English speaker will spell or pronounce my name wrong. This is unfortunate, because I live in the US and mostly interact with native English speakers. (My wife @lysimache immediately knew how to pronounce my name. I mean, it wasn't why I married her or anything, but I feel like it was a big plus on a personal level.)

If I have to give my name for something, I will reflexively spell it. The second-to-last time I voted, they'd switched voter lookup to you giving them your name rather than you giving your street address, which was a surprise that filled me with dread. My wife was in line ahead of me and she was completely finished voting by the time the poll workers had finished correctly spelling my name. (The last time I voted, I just handed them my ID, which is not required in my state, but I really wanted this to go faster.) I went to the doctor last week, and when they called my name in the waiting room, they said it wrong. I corrected them. They said it differently wrong a couple minutes later. I corrected them again. They said it wrong again. At that point I gave up.

(If I could think of a name I liked better that I was absolutely sure that most people could spell and pronounce, I would change my name. I still have not found one.)

So, you know, I'm used to it. It happens. Frequently. I was not at all surprised that he spelled it wrong.

He then emailed me again to apologize for spelling my name wrong. Like, immediately. One minute later. He said he was sorry and he knew a lot of people with a similar name.

Dude. Nobody does that. Nobody actually apologizes. Especially not in an email to a rando like me. He did not need to do that. At all. I was not expecting him to do that. He did that. I was honestly touched. No one bothers to do that. But he did.

I got my stickers in the mail yesterday.

I have redacted the portion of the note that has my name in it, but he absolutely spelled my name correctly.

Mr. Ackerman, sir, I hope your comic sells a million copies.

[acewritesfics]

Greatest Birthday Of All Time | Jay Halstead

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Jay Halstead

Request: No. This is one of the birthday imagines I wrote for my birthday last year.

Fic Type:

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Mentions of reader being 5ft4. This one is a little personal for me since I used my actual birthday and the non-existent plans that I usually have.

Word Count: 1.257

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Y/N is sitting at Molly's bar, enjoying her second Jack and Coke of the night. She hadn't intended on getting drunk with a room full of strangers for her birthday, but it was better than staying in her apartment alone, watching whatever cheesy rom-com was playing on TV. 

This year her mom and stepdad spontaneously decided to go to Hawaii, wanting to spend their Christmas on the beach. Her brother and sister-in-law were in Texas visiting her family, and her friends were also out of town visiting their families until after New Years. All of them left her alone in Chicago to spend Christmas and her birthday by herself. 

This isn't the first time she's spent those two days alone. Christmas alone didn't bother her as much as spending her birthday alone. Her birthday was always overshadowed by Christmas, and she couldn't fault her family and friends for being out of town for it. She'd gone out with her friends a week before her birthday to celebrate it. She'd gotten calls and messages wishing her a "happy birthday" from her family and friends all through the morning. As lovely as it was, she wished they could be here with her on her special day. 

After finishing her drink, she goes to order another one when a man comes up beside her to order himself a drink. He looks down at her empty glass as he orders. "And I'll get one of what she's drinking." 

"Coming right up," Christopher says as he grabs the man's drink before pouring another Jack and Coke for her. He slides the drinks across the bar. 

She thanks the firefighting bar owner, lifting the glass to her lips to take a sip before turning to the man who bought it for her. "Thank you..." 

"Jay Halstead," he introduces himself holding his hand out towards her. 

"Y/N L/N," she also introduces herself as she shakes his hand. "Thanks, again." 

"You're welcome," he smiles, sitting on the stool next to hers. "Not to sound cheesy or anything, but what are you doing alone, drinking by yourself." 

"I'm not alone anymore," she smirks. There was no denying he was attractive, with his short dark hair, his pretty blue eyes, his smile, and the freckles dotted all over his handsome face. He was totally her type. "But if you must know, it's my birthday. My family and friends are out of town and this seemed more fun than sitting at home watching a crappy movie while downing a bottle of cheap wine." 

"Happy Birthday," he wishes her. "I'm sorry you're alone for it." 

"Like I said, I'm not alone anymore," she says taking another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his.  

"No, you're not," he says also taking a drink from his glass. "What did you want to do for your birthday?" 

"I honestly haven't thought about it," she tells him.  

Jay observes her for a few minutes as she looks away from him and down at her drink in her hands with a sad expression. He notices her coat on the back of her chair and gets an idea. Downing the rest of his drink, he stands back up, putting his coat back on.  

"Come with me," he says taking her coat and holds it out to her. 

She looks at him with hesitant wide eyes. "Are you planning to kill me?" she jokes. 

"You're safe with me," he tells her, not easing her suspicion. "I'm a detective with the intelligence unit at district 21." 

"That just means you know how to hide a body and the evidence," she jokes again and stands up taking her coat from him. "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, Detective Jay Halstead." 

She follows him out of the bar and to his truck. "Did you drive here?"  

"I only live up the street, so I walked," she tells him. "Are you still sober enough to drive?"  

"That drink was my only drink," he tells her unlocking his vehicle and opens the door for her. Once she's seated inside his truck, he closes the door and hurries to the driver's side and gets in. Starting the car, he turns on the heat having it on full blast as he drives towards the Lakefront Trail.  

"So, what are you planning to do with me, Detective?" she questions as she turns slightly to look at him. 

"I'm planning to give you the greatest birthday of all time," he smiles smugly glancing at her quickly before focusing back on the road. "Have you eaten tonight?" 

"Does peanuts at Molly's count?" she says, joking 

"No way," he chuckles. "First stop, dinner."  

Y/N tilts her head back laughing loudly at a childhood story Jay tells her. It involved him and his brother competing for a girl they both had a crush and she ended up choosing some other kid to go with to one of their school dances.  

"It was so embarrassing," Jay chuckles as they walk down the Lakefront Trail.  

After dinner, he took her ice-skating which she's done before this evening before he drove them to a part of the Lakefront Trail he often frequents.  

"If it helps, if I was that girl, I would have chosen you," she smiles. 

He moves his hand against hers, his fingers interlocking with hers as he holds her hand. When she doesn't pull her hand away, he stops walking causing her to also stop. He moves to stand in front of her, looking into her eyes. "Would you really choose me?" 

"Definitely," she affirms looking back up at him. He stands a good few inches taller than her 5 ft 4 frame. "But I barely know you and haven't met your brother yet so, I could change my mind," she adds, teasing him. 

"Then maybe you should get to know me some more," he says stepping closer to her, the hand that wasn't holding hers moving to her waist. 

"I guess I should since you just gave me the greatest birthday of all time," she smiles. 

Y/N was glad her family and friends were out of town, that she didn't spend her birthday holed up in her apartment with the pizza and cheap bottle of wine. She didn't know what she did to deserve a night like tonight, but she thanked God that she did because it was the best night she's had in a long time. Tonight felt like a dream and she didn't want it to end.  

"I don't want this night to end," she adds voicing her thoughts. 

"It's not over yet," he says as he leans forward lightly brushing his lips against hers before pulling away only a little, keeping their faces close to each other. 

Y/N lets go of his hand, cupping his face and pulling him in to kiss her properly. As his lips press to hers, a heat travels through her body, warming her from her head to her toes. His lips are soft against hers. She can taste the hot chocolate and mint still lingering on his lips from when they got their hot drinks after ice skating.  

She breaks the kiss trying to catch her breath as the kiss leaves her breathless. Keeping Jay close she manages to speak barely above a whisper, "You want to take me home, Detective?" 

"I would love to," he says kissing her once more, before taking her hand back in his as they walk back to his truck, getting to know each other a little more. 

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[goldeneyedgirl]

@sonyawix Alas, my exile was self-imposed until I wrote something. Even Whumptober didn't produce anything worthy of seeing (gave me some future ficlet ideas that will be fun though). I do not deserve tumblr-time when I apparently decided to just not write at all during 2024.

So I skipped ahead and started on this year's Ficmas offerings instead (now is the time to make your demands), and I always make sure I have some new Anathema for you! We have a little scene from Ch 3ish, for the second 'official' meeting of the Cullens.

Adding Demon Jasper and Feral Jasper/Mary-Alice to the upcoming list. Honestly, I was not expecting Demon Jasper to make a blip on anyone's radar, I am delighted people enjoyed that verse. And I love that My Nonsense (anything involving Mary-Alice) sparks joy for anyone.

So I offer up this part of Anathema, and hope it sparks joy. One thing I am loving about Anathema is that the first half pretty much outlined itself. We love fics that have direction and aspiration.

I always love hearing from you, Sonya, thank you for the message <3

Notes: This was an experimental scene to fix the pacing of the first meeting vs the Cullens getting involved with the Brandons. I wanted to establish that Edward and Alice will have a rapport in this fic, and to set more of the scene of how the Cullens do end up in cahoots with the rest of the Council. And to lay a lot of groundwork for Alice getting to know the Cullens as individuals.

There's a fairly robust few scenes between the first meeting and this that I'm not happy with yet. Even these parts are extremely rough. I've also been doing a lot of research into supernatural creatures and cryptids around North America to try and work on world-building a little more (some of this is a throwback to the OG draft of Afterglow which was fun). So any details that don't entirely match up have been noted and will be fixed when this gets posted on AO3.

--

The second time we officially run into the Cullens is more than three weeks later. And it goes about as well as anything else in my life does as the unluckiest person to ever live.

This is one excursion that I am allowed out of the house for - other than taking Dulcie's purse to her at the salon, and riding my bike to pick up Chinese food for dinner, I have been house-bound. It's almost as if Freddie - and Sue, for that matter - are certain that if I am not under full supervision, I'll run away to the Cullen house to join them all in whatever debauchery vampires get up to all day.

Which, from Dulcie's gossip, seems to be mostly work at the hospital for Dr Cullen, and going to high school for the 'kids'. Very scandalous. But despite me pointing out that I didn't know (precisely, yet) where the Cullen house is and that sneaking around both Forks Hospital and the high school were only going to draw the attention of gossips and probably Charlie Swan in an official capacity, Freddie kept both eyes on me.

I was going a little stir-crazy - not only had I been on house arrest, we'd only had one 'client', and he'd just been placed in cold storage whilst private preparations were made. So when Charlie summoned us all to the backwoods for a meeting, I wasn't complaining. Even tramping through the mud of the woods to have a secret clandestine meeting was better than cleaning or sitting around the apartment.

But no one was expecting Charlie Swan to be standing in our clearing with three figures. Three figures that nearly had me running back to the car. Lamia. Freddie's hand clamped down on my shoulder firmly; not to be cruel, but to protect me - showing any kind of aversion to a lot of the creatures that passed through was dangerous. It provoked some of them to strike. And lamia loved young girls.

"These three were passing through," Charlie Swan said uncomfortably. "Left a mess in Port Angeles."

"Very gracious of Mister Swan to introduce us." The tallest was over six feet, with waist-length dark hair. But like all old Lamia - and there were more than you'd think, honestly - she was unnaturally thin, her skin bleached, like she'd been forgotten in the sun for too long. Her hair looked sharp and brittle, like fine wire. And as she spoke, a serpentine hiss caught on the tails of her words. The only spark of colour was the dried-blood colour of her eyes and sockets - even her lips and tongue were stained black. Her fingernails were unnaturally long and looked more like bone than anything resembling keratin.

"What kind of mess?" Harry Clearwater said flatly. He wasn't subtle; he'd brought a shotgun.

The two younger Lamia looked down, as if regretful.

"We fed." The words are simple but every adult around me visibly recoils. I'm kind of numb to it - maybe it would be more horrific if I was older.

But the way that the Lamia speaks - almost smugly, as if to intentionally upset everyone here - annoys me beyond explanation. Odds are that anyone they fed on was young enough to have a mom and dad waiting at home for them, worried. That they wouldn't even get simple news that they were gone - they'd have to wait weeks for DNA testing to confirm who this bony old bitch had torn into.

"You need to go." Everyone swings around to look at me, and I'm kind of surprised I spoke as well. My words sound polite but firm, and there's a distinct undercurrent there I barely recognize in myself. I don't think I've ever spoken that way to anyone in my life.

"Excuse me, child?" Her eyes narrow.

//

I can see it happening as if it's in slow-motion; Harry lifting the shotgun, one of the younger Lamia reaching out for him with a look that meant someone was going to die; Charlie Swan had his service weapon out and I just… stepped forward and shoved the monster backwards.

It was gross, honestly. Between their age and their powers, their clothing is essentially a second flesh-covered skin that crackles under my hands. Their actual skin is so thin that I could feel, for that split second, all their organs churning. The smell of blood was overpowering, and I just wanted her to break into a million pieces.

Except...

//

"That was the most disgusting thing I have ever lived through," I half-shrieked as I made my way back to the meeting place. Sue followed with the flashlight, offering platitudes. "Why do these creatures always decide to be disgusting around me? I'm not going to be able to salvage any of those clothes."

"She could have killed you, Alice. You should have left her alone." Sue's words aren't convincing; the look on her face when I had stepped forward meant she saw imminent death was coming for both Harry and Charlie before I intervened.

"Well, she succeeded in murdering that pair of jeans," I said crankily, turning into the clearing. "…Oh."

The Cullens had shown up, and none of them looked happy.

And of course, I was now wearing a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms with bleach stains and an oversized Newtons Outfitters hoodie, with my hair scraped off my face from my impromptu water-bottle hair wash. I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed, and the Cullens looked like they'd stepped out of the pages of Vogue.

Jasper lingered just behind the bigger one - Emmett, I think I'd heard someone call him. He nodded at me when I met his gaze, and it was almost like he … relaxed somehow.

I was mostly embarrassed that I looked like this in front of him. He was wearing the softest looking black sweater I had ever seen, and immaculate jeans. My jeans were soaking in a bait bucket full of salt and vinegar, and would still be thrown in the garbage.

Just once, I wanted to look less like a grubby schoolgirl in front of him. Them. Not being swallowed up by thrift store winter coats or rejected clothing stashed in the car for incidents like this.

This absolutely wouldn't be an issue if I went to school. I'd be able to wear all the cute outfits I'd been planning in front of him - them - and look vaguely normal.

"We heard there was a meeting," Dr Cullen began. "We weren't notified."

"You weren't invited," Billy Black shot back firmly. "Your role is to keep us informed if others of your kind are in the area. The rest of our business doesn't involve you."

Freddie looked warily between the Council and the Cullens. "We gather as necessity dictates, and which parties are required," he said neutrally. "This was not a meeting that required your presence."

"Can we know what the meeting was about?" The red-headed boy stepped forward with the kind of confidence that belied his apparent age. "It would be helpful if we knew what was in the area."

Silence.

"We keep the area safe for the residents. We get a lot of things passing through," Charlie Swan said finally.

"But it would be immensely helpful if we knew exactly what we were dealing with - especially if injuries present at the hospital," Dr Cullen said earnestly.

I made a face - I remembered the absolute panic at Forks Hospital when the Nezhit had blown through a few years back. Having someone in the know dealing with the hospitalisations wouldn't be the worst idea…

…Who was I kidding, I was willing to make any argument if it meant I might be able to have a conversation with Jasper where I wasn't wearing glorified pyjamas, probably reeking of vomit. I definitely needed to stash more toiletries in the back of the car from now on.

I slunk towards a nearby boulder to take a seat, Freddie looking over to make sure I didn't stray too far. I knew there would be a lecture about my actions with the Lamia when I got home - even if I was preventing at least two gruesome murders, the rule was that I observed silently.

"Injuries are typically very low," Sue Clearwater said in a no-nonsense tone. "We manage fine."

"But didn't you just say that she was nearly harmed?" Mrs Cullen gestured at me. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

I scowled. "Lamia," I said, and Emmett Cullen let out a chuckle at the sound of loathing in my voice. "Did you know that the young ones don't so much as spit venom, but kind of projectile vomit when startled? And their venom is more along the lines of 'caustic rotting human tissue smoothie'? It was chunky."

"That is disgusting," the blonde girl said sharply.

"It was. And I was covered in it," I said, jumping when I heard a rumble coming from my left. Jasper; he looked pissed. Was he growling again?

"Why were you anywhere near them?" he asked, in that rough voice that sounded like it wasn't used very often, his eyes piercing through me.

"Easy, Jas," Emmett turned to look at his brother.

"She was going for Harry's throat," I said. "I just gave her a shove."

"You shoved a Lamia?" Dr Cullen looked at me with bewilderment.

"I'm not allowed to carry a weapon," I replied. Both Dr and Mrs Cullen looked taken aback.

"We need to be present at these meetings," Jasper said abruptly. "For protection."

"Protection?" Harry Clearwater sneered. "From you?"

"We'd be happy to help," Mrs Cullen tried again, and the blonde girl scoffed.

"We're faster and stronger than most other creatures," the redhead said - Edward? That might have been his name.

"I mean…" Charlie Swan looked at my uncle. "Not many things we come across will try and negotiate with a local coven. It could encourage a lot of them to move on sooner."

"We don't need a voice in these meetings unless they directly involve us," Dr Cullen continued. I was watching the negotiations without drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was moving closer to me, leaning against the other end of the rock I was perched on - and honestly, trying not to giggle at how unsubtle he was being. "We simply want to make sure that none of you come to harm doing your duties."

"I really don't think this is necessary." Sue looked angry and was talking in that short, clipped way she did before she was about to blow - I remembered what happened when Seth and his friends tried to make s'mores with a cut gasline when Seth was, like, eight.

"A Lamia could have killed any of you before anyone could react. You could have been scraping Alice's remains off the rock," Edward shot back.

"Where did they go, anyway?" I asked, forgetting my plan to avoid drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was only three feet away from me - and that was a generous estimate.

"Alice, come over here," Freddie insisted, and I pretended not to hear him.

"They didn't stick around," Charlie Swan said shortly. My gaze fell to the shotgun in Harry's hands.

"We were downwind," Emmett winked at me.

"They won't return - they're heading up to Canada," Edward added before his gaze fell towards Jasper. "No."

"They attacked her," Jasper said, looking at his brother with a flat gaze. "They moved to attack the whole group."

"And they killed some kids in Port Angeles," I volunteered. "Probably teenage girls."

"Someone is going to have to check the bodies to make sure we don't have a fresh Lamia on the rise," Freddie said tiredly. "Charlie, if you put in the request for I.Ding for me tonight, I can drive up tomorrow."

"They're murdering children?" the blonde stepped to the front, her gaze hard.

"There are two parallel species of Lamia," Freddie said, trying to catch my attention. Jasper hadn't attempted to move any closer but was surreptitiously watching me. I wasn't budging; this was the closest I had been to Jasper Cullen since he arrived and I was curious about so many things - and enjoying the fact that he seemed to be just as curious of me. "You can tell the difference based on the presence of scaling surrounding the cheekbones and feet. One hunts men, the other prefers young people, usually girls."

"Three girls, around fourteen," Charlie Swan confirmed grimly. "I.Ding them will be difficult, so we shouldn't have any issue getting that approved, Fred."

"Rose," Edward said warningly and she sneered at him, tucking herself next to Emmett.

I looked over at Jasper then, to find him watching me carefully.

"They didn't hurt you?" he asked softly. I shook my head.

"We'll protect you." He looks away when he says that, back at the group.

It's not an offer now; it's a firm insistence - the kind of tone that doesn't accept arguments or compromise. Who was he before he joined the Cullens? He didn't look that much older than me, really; like… all the Cullens, really, he physically looked young but there was age and time in the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke, the look in their eyes. Every single one of them looked a little bit haunted, honestly.

Edward looked exasperated but was watching me carefully. He was strange in a genuinely interesting way.

Jasper looked back over at me as Dr Cullen tried to soften the new requirement for their continued presence at any public meetings with Sue and Charlie.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over at my uncle, who didn't look happy.

"Come on, Alice," Freddie said, and he sounded more tired than annoyed. "It's time to go. We'll discuss this with the Cullens later."

[bellaxgiornata]

hiiii

this might seem like a bit of a weird ask, but you seem super nice and i thought it would be okay if i asked you ! (also sorry if this is long)

i’ve been part of the daredevil fandom for a long time and i’ve been writing about dd for over a year and a half now. before i was writing for this fandom, i wrote fanfic about an entirely different genre for like 10+ years. when i was in the other fandom i wrote exclusively on wattpad, and i made a lot of online friends and was a part of writing communities and it made the experience so much better ! but since i changed directions (and started posting on ao3 first and wattpad second) i’ve had a hard time getting into the dd community.

i’m still new to using tumblr for fanfic so i haven’t posted anything of mine here/ followed many writers here (and i’m working on that !). but i was wondering if you had any advice on how to start chitchatting with other people in the fandom ? it feels super cringy for me to be like “i love your work, maybe you’d like mine !” bc i don’t want people to think i’m just trying to promote myself (i promise i’m not). but i miss being involved in online writing communities. it was one of my favorite things in the other fandom and now i’m struggling to find a place here. i try to respond to comments and have reached out to one or two writers before but it didn’t really go anywhere /:

so, tldr; do you have any advice on getting into the writing community/ making friends in the daredevil fandom ?

(and side note i love your work and have been reading your stuff almost as long as i’ve been writing— i’ve reread FFTD so many times and CANNOT WAIT for more updates on TDAYW and ATY !)

thank you !! sorry again this was so long

Hey friend!! This is actually a really great question that I'm sure you're not alone in wondering about! I definitely agree with you though, making friends in the fandom makes the experience so much more enjoyable. I used to write on FFN until I took a couple of years break from fanfic when I was in grad school. I had never made friends in fandom back then because I hadn't found communities and ways to accomplish that via FFN. Even when I came back to fic on AO3 and shortly after I started writing for Matt, I hadn't made friends right off the bat. But I always tried to respond to comments on my stories which is when I started to realize how fun the community was.

My answer is going to be long, so I'm going to put it below the cut! Also anyone else here reading this, if you have tips for making friends, please feel free to share them!!

Honestly tumblr I think is the way to go for making friendships. I have never used wattpad so I can't speak to the way it is set up, but AO3 doesn't quite allow for that too well because we can only communicate via comments. Tumblr gives so many more opportunities to meet lots of others and comment or send messages or share others' content with reblogs.

It's totally not necessary to share your stories on here, but I think that does help. Or to maybe even just promote your updates on your other platforms with links. Because it gives people an opportunity to come here and talk about your stories with you. But I think content creators, whatever you're making, probably make friends a little easier because we are providing something for others to (hopefully) interact with and consume.

As for reaching out to others, I cannot speak to how everyone would react because I know we all have different boundaries, but I think commenting/comment reblogging regularly on writer's or artist's work that you like is a good start. Or sending friendly messages or asks to someone. Just always be sure to be friendly and respectful.

I personally tend to notice the people I'm always seeing chatting in my notifications and then have made friends that way. It just seems like a natural progression if you're often talking to some people, conversations start to shift outside of just that content. Maybe to the show and then to other things. It's how I also tend to interact with others on here in order to make friends; commenting and sharing their work, sending asks or participating in their events, sending a message with something nice in it.

Though I agree, I think your initial comments to someone shouldn't be something about coming to read your work because it feels pressuring. I had a negative experience with that and didn't know how to handle that when I first got into the fandom and it made me uncomfortable because I never want to be rude or hurtful. So instead, maybe find ways to relate as a writer if you see them talking about writing in general, or other ways to make a comment that mentions that you also write. If they have time and want to read your work they will! And if not, that's okay too! I personally have a growing list of TBR and I mean nothing offensive if I can't get to someone's work, I just personally don't have as much time to read for example.

For me, I just sort of fell into making friends on here because of my writing. And I met so many other talented artists because of that and I've become "fans" of them as well and have had friendships form that way. And it's not just content creators, I've made friends with many wonderful people in the community who are reading my works too! It's fun to chat and dissect the show or to relate about other things (I'm a mom and have met other lovely moms here).

So my advice is to just keep reaching out and talking to people! Some conversations might lead somewhere and some might not. And that's okay! Everyone is different. I personally think the Daredevil fandom as a whole is absolutely amazing and full of wonderful and talented individuals who are more often than not open to making friends ❤️ I always am!

And like I said above, for anyone that has any other tips, please feel free to add them!

(And thank you so much!!! ❤️ I'm so glad you enjoy those stories!!)

[wynnyfryd]

re: the ask where another anon said they felt the fandom dying

hi! i watched the entire show for the first time about 2 weeks ago (at the ripe age of 19, sue me) and ohhhhhh my god. oh my GOD. im obsessed and this is the first fandom ive ever been interested that wasnt totally dead and im SO glad there are authors and artists active and making things!! im probably abt to binge read all of your stuff after reading the trailer park au (which i adore btw. please tell me there will be more.) idk what the fandom was like before, but i just started writing my first steddie fic and im so happy theres a community that seems nice and fairly active <33

YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BEAN THIS IS SO CHARMING I’M SO CHARMED.

ahem.

if you’ll allow me to be one of those annoying old people having a crisis about the passage of time for a hot second, this message just got me thinking about the 14yo version of me who was first discovering fandom and fanfic on ff.net, and what a fucking revelation that was to a lonely bookish young dweeb. to realize that you could just… add? whatever you want?? any story you love, you can just take it and make it your own personal barbie doll and no one can tell you what not to do??? incredible. absolutely delightful. and you’re so much closer to that girl than i am now on the timeline and i’m- i’m—! 😭😭

i’m being so aggressively 30 about this lmao i’m sorry. local woman is spoken to by a youth and has an all lowercase meltdown about it. more at 9.

anyway, welcome. there’s definitely a thriving group of clever, passionate, and talented creators in this fandom; honestly there are too many writers and artists i admire on this site to even begin to name them all, but here’s a couple you can check out to start (my blog is also full of art and fic recs, and you can find some fantastic writers through the @steddiemicrofic challenge): @aidaronan @thefreakandthehair @palmviolet @eddywoww @maikaartwork @inklessletter @cranberrymoons @bpillustrated

(to answer your question, yes, there will be more of the trailer park au. current plan is to write a new part each day until i have enough for a chapter, then publish the chapter on ao3; rinse and repeat through the end of nanowrimo and see where that gets me. so far i’m finding it a lot easier to stay focused on a single continuous story when i write in little daily snack bites like this, but we’ll see how the rest of the experiment goes 🤷‍♀️ i’m having fun with the story for now, so that’s really all that matters.)

…jesus christ, i wrote you a novella my absolute bad

- wynn 🦇

[gentrychild]

Hey gentry, I've been taking a break from bnha and really feeling bad about taking so long to finish writing those fics. This probably sounds weird, but it's honestly reassuring seeing you going through something similar with burnout? Like you're one of my favorite authors, so it makes my own burnout feel less like a personal failing and more of a part of writing and projects in general. So...thanks. I hope you have a wonderful day, maybe discover a new favorite song or get free food or something <3

Hi there! First, thank you because your message made me smile.

Second, if you need more reassurance, know that I'm also tired with BNHA. I'm not saying that BNHA is bad and that I am never going to touch a BNHA story again (far from it) but I have been writing fics and posts and headcanons and short stories on Tumblr for years for this fandom. You can make the best pizza in the world but if you only eat that for years, you're eventually going to get sick of it.

It's also my second big writing burn-out. It was a long time coming because, for months, reading had started becoming increasingly difficult for me and I made the mistake of thinking "Hey, instead of resting, I am going to focus on writing because that means investing energy on something that brings me comments! I'm a genius!" and now, I am in a "can't really read/certainly can't write" burn out. Which is not great but it's okay, that's a good lesson for Future Gentry.

But truly, the great part of being on your second burn out is being aware that it will end and, since false modesty doesn't suit me, I must say I wrote pretty great things after it and I am sure so will you.

I think burn outs are a natural part of being a writer. More exactly, I think that breaks are necessary for any kind of creative process and that burn outs are our brains forcing us to take a break for our own good. We need to do something else. We need to absorb other contents, to enjoy activities, to be a little more part of life instead of just witnessing it, because creation is something that needs fuel. It's a tremendous effort that is in two steps. I have been breathing out for a while (churning fics and torturing my beloved characters) and now I need to breathe in.

So yeah, don't take it as a personal failing. It's just a natural part of the creative process.

Have a wonderful day too! I hope you eat something yummy and found a new song that you can listen on repeat!

[astonmartingf]

Hello, Hello! Really big fan of your works. I'm obssessed with the YBOM series, everytime you upload an update I consumed it right away. sorry for the long message I just wanna praise you for your amazing skills

but anyway, I wanna ask whats your writing flows? like, how do you start writting your stories - especially the series one. Do you make an outline of the story until finish, do you just go with the flow or ? I'm starting to write as hobby but I'm not very consistent with it... Like how do you manage to be so consistent with writing while studying at the same time it blows my mind. again, sorry for the long ask 😭😭😭😭 im quite the yapper

first of all thank you so much for sending this, it's making me emotional. i'm glad you're enjoying YBOM <3

second i love asks like this!!!!! i'm very open and like to share my writing process and i have compiled a few examples of how my personal writing flows— and hopefully i can answer all your questions, the response is also fairly lengthy because i too am a yapper 🫡 and like the milestone name suggests there's a lot of personal lore here, anyways enjoy 👍

first how or where do i start? honestly despite me writing regularly i'm a mix of a vibe or mood writer and song titles!!! the ideas usually come early in the morning when i wake up or a thought before i go to sleep. most of the time these come to me during class hours and i write them instead whether it be in my phone or a notebook, or when i'm studying and i listen to a song and it randomly inspires me.

for the series, let's take doab since it's completed, the inspiration came from listening to the same some from patd! and it reignited something in my head and went from there

here are some original notes from drafting the series:

some things go and some things stay. the first two ideas at the start usually stay, and as the story goes i take liberties in changing the plot depending on how i think the driver or how i characterized the reader will react or respond to the situation in hand, so their decisions play a good part.

in greedy for example it was supposed to be a fwb to lovers with seb, but i scrapped the initial draft because it wasn't giving the way i envisioned. another factor is how i characterize the reader / yn because i struggle writing mean characters, and greedy was hard because i didn't want to write a mean character, i'd like to think i tried.

for my ongoing dilf series, it's definitely better because i've learned to pace myself (i definitely have not, but we're getting there)

for the case of ybom i thought of the initial plot and tbh ybom was just supposed to be a co-parenting fluff with reconciliation fic but as i wrote it, i began thinking of the reason as to why alonso and reader did what they did and we begin seeing the flesh of their characters

like the cliffhangers are on purpose, because i too have to stop and think what would be appropriate to push the plot forward, i realized that the ybom plot is all in my head

surprisingly it's shocking how i haven't forgotten about some ideas because i just write them directly and i haven't really written anything premeditated about it, except for the ending. here is the only page i wrote about ybom and it's mixed with other wips

one thing i realized while writing YBOM is to focus on a chapter at a time, but also to ensure that the small things the characters are doing will lead to a bigger picture. i have written a lot in the past and for different fandoms and even some original work, but i have never finished a single series in my name

the first series i finished writing ever was doab, and it was an epiphany for me, because i proved to myself that i could do it, and i could dedicate the amount of time i did, ever since i started writing in third grade, to have completed doab was a big feat for me

there's really only one story wherein i thought hard for the plot which is rlr, which is also why the updates are slow because this is my baby, and i have thought about this for so long, even though i'm not updating or talking about it, it's usually the one i keep making changes to

for the consistency— instead of focusing on consistently writing, my go-to is to take breaks consistently. writing to me is my break from studies and when i have time i usually write in my notes, a lot of the written parts in doab and ybom are written while waiting for the teachers, and in between lab work

also reading! when i'm in a slump i usually read other fics here, atm i'm reading: let me be your lighter @/nostappen and pancakes @/saintescuderia at idk if it's good to read when you're in a writing slump but i get inspired reading and think about what i will write next when i get the time.

being patient to yourself— some times you write a lot and some times you're barely writing and that's fine. it took me a while to learn that so now i'd like to think i'm better at managing my own expectations and choosing to stop when i no longer have the capacity to write.

and lastly to enjoy the process of it all— write what you want to write and have fun with it. not just writing but find a supportive community, i enjoy writing and sharing my silly little posts and talking to people here.

hopefully this has some semblance of understanding, and i made my point across with how i thought it would be conveyed? uhmm yeah, i hope you enjoy, this is vv lengthy actually now....

[sugoi-writes]

FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

[petruchio]

is it weird that i don't feel like a new thg book will make anything obsolete?? personally i don't think completely canon-compliant fics are automatically better or more relevant, and i still love a lot of fics that came out before tbosas and have conflicting info on the capitol. idk, it seems like everyone has a different take on this, so maybe it's just that I keep canon very separate (?) in my mind or something also i'm curious, what genre/type of story would you want collins to try next? an adult sci-fi novel/series would be cool imo (though i'm sure she could do something interesting with a Lot of genres/forms)

that makes sense honestly!! i've definitely changed my tune a bit now that i've sat with it... my initial reaction was NO but i think i'm more excited now than i was a few days ago. i guess i feel like because there's been a lot more fanon/fanfic written about the second qq generation it just feels different than when tbosas came out... like yeah people speculated about snow and stuff but not to the extent that we've had people discussing the haymitch/maysilee/katniss and peeta's parents situations. which is why i'm sort of inclined to agree with the people that think that haymitch honestly won't be a huge part of the new book... bc we already know most of what we need to know about him and i can't imagine suzanne is that interested in rehashing a plotline she already pretty much wrote in the 2000s.

honestly i would love to see sc continue writing ya, i love gregor and i love thg so i would just want her to give us a new teenage protagonist and a new fantasy universe and a new world-weary older mentor who is brimming with witty comebacks. i mean i agree it would be cool to see her to adult fiction to an extent, but i also don't think her ambitions as a writer are traditionally literary -- in the sense that, i don't think she's writing for the sake of being lauded as some kind of master of prose or style, but moreso a master of theme and message that's all tied together with her masterclass of suspense and story beats. her storytelling, especially the thg series, is so perfectly done it's essentially mathematical, which is something i deeply love about it -- so i want her to do, like, more of that! i'd love a new ya series from her, especially bc of how much i despise so much of the current ya trends and stories and writing styles.

[youngbloodbuzz]

it’s been a long time since I’ve found myself in these asks. in the times between chapter 10 & 11, I was here A LOT. I still consider BHAH one of my favorite stories I’ve ever read and I’ve reread it atleast three times. Other chapter have (like 9 & 11 have been read even more than that). Unfortunately, I am waiting probably another year before I read it again (I haven’t read it since Chapter 12 came out) just so I can try to experience it fresh. How does it feel to be a semi-famous-amongst-a-very-niche-audience-and-simultaneously-be-completely-anonymous? Must be pretty exciting. That book someone made also of BHAH!!! It’s perfect and I wish I could swoop to the nearest Barnes and Noble and pick up a copy for myself. I’ve always considered printing out yours and Roman’s story just to have it, but maybe I should take up a certain art of book binding first. Anyways, the reason I came here: I’m reading The Stand by Stephen King right now and it’s 475k words. It’s a monster. I’m nearly done with it, but I’m so ready for it to be over. BHAH was only 100k less and it still felt too soon for it to be over. First off, how the hell did you guys basically manage to write a Stephen King novel just based off a 9 part series? Second, how did you make it so goddamn entertaining? The whole time I’ve been reading this, I’ve just been contemplating what you guys must have went through because seeing the physical evidence of a 400k word novel in book format is insane. You don’t get that same experience scrolling on a screen. So, essentially I just came here to say again how much I love your story and also say how absolutely insane the two of you are. You’ve made a lot of people extremely happy with your story. If only it wasn’t illegal to sell on shelves, I think it would be considered a classic in the LGBT section of the book store. Now I’m signing off. Love y’all. I’ll check back in next year when I do my reread

thank you so much oh my god this is so sweet. honestly every time i get a message like this i'm still so surprised how well loved it is. i personally don't particularly feel like any kinda semi famous fic author lol thobm has such a small fandom after all but it is a first time that something i co-wrote got this much attention

and honestly i have no idea how we managed to write something that long and coherent while still being entertaining and gripping. we both agreed though that (in roman's words lol) that the key to making a long novel not seem like a huge slog is to make sure your plotting is even across big sections (ie/ our massive chapters lol) while still maintaining an overall structure. even having each chapter or pair of chapters feeling like they each have their own little mini arc because usually the past and present would complement each other in some way which meant that we pulled off a good ebb and flow effect

so in other words like...a lot of rambling in the dms and being super obsessed lmao

maybe one day we could officially publish it but no promises lol

@romanimp

[kamiversee]

Petition for Netflix to hire you!! Damn your writing is addictive!!! I saw the length of the fix and wasn't even planning to read it....but here we are... (may or may not read it a second time next weekend 😏😏) and i usually don't read smut. i loooove how all the characters got to show their uniqueness except Naoya 😂 lmao man's got half a chapter and yeeted. Also tbh I was not really rooting for Satoru he felt kinda...ominous from the start to see his character being what it is now is no surprise especially after the dance scene (i mean if he started making out with the reader in the middle of the dance floor and did so till they reached his car that means..he kissed her all down the room, hallway and entrance...💀💀)

I've to give props to your writing though it makes us feel what the reader is going through perfectly. The frustration of getting no answers,the confusion, the fear and her manipulating herself once Gojo would sweet talk her...also the DRAMA! Goddamn THE DRAMA. Both the options are...unhinged. Gojo totally and for now Choso to a smaller extent,i mean man really met the reader for the first time and was all over the moon and drew her.....?? Which is not inherently bad but to meet someone for once and go all yeahh life partner! kinda icked me off and then the apartment door leaving the door open or having a spare key both are bad...😮‍💨 Reader really is in Bella situation,huh..

As for options A and B why don't we expand it to C and D. A brash,cocky super duper rich guy who's gonna break you in bed but will give you princess treatment next morning and make you his exception for everything or the Calm, gentle and secretly kinky, super duper rich guy who will treat your bratiness but will be gentle and look out for you first. (Definitely not a Sukuna or Nanami enthusiast trying to subtly manipulate you into making reader move on with one of them 😶😶)

That said i loooveeeeeeee this fic and your characterisation of Sukuna and Nanami especially Nanami was amazing!! would love to see more fics centred on them in future....sorry for the long read but I had to rant about this blockbuster worthy fic that has now successfully plagued the roots of my mind 😄

HELP. Okay for one, ty for the long message I really do adore these more then y’all realize! I have like 3 others to go through i think-

This fic is definitely my best work and after writing roughly 10 fics, on and off ofc, since around August last year, I think this is by far my proudest work. So it truly makes me happy to receive praises on my writing ^.^

As for how I write the reader; this is honestly thanks to a Shidou Ryusei fic I wrote before this one, that story is where I really perfected writing angst and trauma that a person goes through so whenever I publish that here hopefully you guys can see what I mean (if anyone reads if ofc)

ALSO I SAY THIS A LOT BUT; I have a Sukuna/Choso fic coming & a Nanami + others fic in my drafts ^.^

Again, thx for the message ILYSMM <33

[darwinquark]

not you reigniting my jeronica shipper soul with a few graphics bc i legit opened ao3 and checked if you updated tkof in the middle of a shift break

but seriously after a third read of chap 11 (christ you weren’t kidding when you said you’d place an exorbitant amount of emOTIONS and fcking angst in that chapter) i just need to know:

will the sequel be heavy angst with a happy ending or angst for like the first few chapters then we actually get to see them happy? like am i gonna see established relationship scenes in new york??? bc gOOOD god the emotional turmoil tkof is i need some happy jeronica

also, is the sequel planned to be release soon after the last chap or? no pressure bc obviously you have a life outside this fic (unfortunately, not the same can be said about me) but i lowkey might combust if they don’t get a happy ending

anyways, tkof is a work of art just incase you didn’t know

lolololol girl I'm so sorry I'm honestly not even sure what happened with chapter eleven, I just like blacked out and threw in every angsty trope I could think of (but also, the fact that you've read it three times??? my heart???)

re: the sequel, definitely a different vibe! my reasoning for even doing a sequel instead of just tying up tkof as a standalone was that I felt like I couldn't organically give them the kind of ending I wanted for them amidst all that drama/turmoil, you know? like I could pull some Bonnie and Clyde run away to NYC-type ending, which is fun in that toxic/ride or die kind of way, but I feel like they deserve the chance to develop something healthier/less co-dependent than that. Veronica's in a really bad place in tkof, like she has pretty much no one and is weathering all this stress and trauma, and as much as Jughead wants to spare her from all of that I think she needs to rebuild/heal/find herself again on her own terms before she can genuinely be in something real. I like to think of tkof as a right person, wrong time kind of deal, and wbbs as their unlikely second chance at it.

re: the mood, definitely not the same angst-fest as tkof! the first few chapters are going to be heavy on the tension because things are left wildly unresolved, particularly to Jughead, and there's a lot of festering emotion/resentment that's been sublimated over five years that's now roiling right back up to the surface. that said, the setting/stakes/plot of wbbs is really different, like this is set in the NYC publishing world and there's no gang wars or serial killers or general riverdale bs heightening everything around them, so you get to see way more normal/everyday interactions for them, which is what I really wanted. this is their Dair era of bickering over manuscript edits and schmoozy cocktail hours and bookstore meet-and-greets and apartment life, and you also get to see just how unapologetically ambitious they both are (something that sets them apart from Betty and Archie and their white-picket-fence-small-town aspirations, I think), which is really fun. They have different ideas of success but they're both starving to prove themselves, and that initially presents as friction but eventually bonds them.

TLDR, the sequel is my way of giving them a chance to reconnect in a setting where they can finally breathe, and even though it starts off dicey, it definitely progresses into what I think you're looking for. I'm looking forward to playing into the idea that they'll both have convinced themselves what they had in tkof was this fluke of teenage hormones and life/death adrenaline, but then here they are, five years later, drawn to each other all over again. Just makes it feel a lot realer, you know?

ANYWAY, sorry for the wikipedia article I just wrote you oh my LORD. I'm not taking any kind of break between the last chapter and the sequel so should be along the same updating speed (which is admittedly abysmal I'm sorry 🙃). thanks so much for the message!

[one-strugling-bean]

DSMP Fanfic Rec List because I’m bored - part 1

(IF YOU READ ANY OF THESE, DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT - even a simple "great work" or "this was a lot of fun" suffices, just  comment)

Manburg vs Pogtopia Era (lots of Manburg cabinet, Pumpkin Duo, and Schlatt studies)

depressing final moments for an equally depressing man by cottageaddict

Your chest aches, a twinge you can’t quite place shooting through your ribs, and all you can do is sigh and lift the bottle to your lips once again.

“Are you- Are you drinking?!”

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I’m a big fan of 2nd person narration and this particular work delivers it beautifully. I also adore the way they wrote Schlatt - the fear of death, the understanding and semi-acceptance of all the wrongs he’s done to everybody, and his response to it all being just Well fuck *proceeds to drink more* - he’s so very much in character.

That very specific, and honestly pretty fucking sad implication at the end hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting too, actually-

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I Will Sing No Requiem by Rjeealdleyr 

"Fundy wouldn't cry for Wilbur."

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#cfundydeservesbetter

I second the author by saying we don’t have enough Fundy fics in this fandom, so here is one. Be prepared for angsty angst!!

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Exorcise My Fat Old Heart by orojiratsu

On the day you die the sun is beaming.

OR: The death of a villain.

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More of Schlatt’s POV for November 16th and more 2nd person. This one is written so tragically and in such short sentences, it feels like a poem. Needless to say, I like it a lot.

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Welcome Home, Theseus. by orojiratsu 

Schlatt is their president, and they will stay by his side. 

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Aka, an AU where Schlatt tries to get over his alcoholism with the help of those around him and the Manburg Cabinet actually works out. Sooooooo, basically S1 heaven for me.

You get it all: functional pumpkin duo, dadschlatt with Tubbo and Fundy, Tommy getting away from Pogtopia!Wilbur, a happy, hopeful ending- 

When I say that in the DSMP, Schlatt is the character that could have had it all and changed the course of the the story towards a much brighter future, this fic is what I mean.

That last chapter always gets me, i swear-

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The Nation That Got Better by lb1412 (WIP)

In one world, L’Manberg is no more, its citizens are divided and its enemies reign supreme.

In another world, however, there is still hope.

In another world, a traveller comes with a message, a warning, an omen.

In another world, everything depends on Schlatt.

And maybe, just maybe, there is hope left for him too.

Come, gather around, everyone, for I am about to tell you the tale of the nation that got better.

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OR, Schlatt gets a visit from a certain time traveller the night before the election and that changes a few things in the lore’s future.

Basically, it's just more Manburg Cabinet working out, although slightly differently and taking longer. I love the broship that Pumpkin Duo has in this.

The lack of heavy angst in here is a real breath of fresh air for me, btw.

ALSO, kids are treated as kids! I repeat, kids are treated as kids!

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Swagtopia AU by PrincessLunaLover 

It was supposed to just be a secret rescue mission. Tubbo was going to get his father free from prison and let him run into the wilderness, voter fraud charges be damned. But then Fundy found out about the fake charges, and went to Quackity for legal advice.

It wasn't supposed to end with Wilbur publicly executing his own son.

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Ahhhhhhh Swagtopia AU, my beloved :,)

The title speaks for itself no? An AU where Wilbur cheats to win the elections and it’s all dandy and good until Fundy finds out and decides that justice should prevail.

Schlatt and Wilbur basically switch roles and with them, lots of other things change. (I love this idea so much.)

Dad!Schlatt is a thing and the Pumpkin Duo dynamic reminds me a bit of an edgier Happy Duo - that married couple who can't stop bickering. They’re great.

Fundy gets a lot of spotlight, Quackity is really intelligent and gets to show it, Techno and Schlatt are old friends, and Sweater Duo angst is a thing, so really, what else could you want??

(Also, this fic is finished, I'm not sure why it’s marked as WIP, but it might have to do with the hints to a possible sequel that just never came to be.)

Think thats it for now - happy readings :>>>